Entry: Anodites
Species Type: Sapient Energy Humanoid
Common Homeworld: Anodyne
Rarity: Rare

Appearance: Anodites in their natural state typically have a range of purple skin colors, sometimes dark enough to appear black, and their eyes and head-tentacles glow a bright violet color. Generally they are human-like in shape, with human-like faces and the same number and location of limbs, their head-tentacles even behaving like and being mistaken for hair. Most do not wear clothes, their forms being made more of mana than organs helps them get away with it in most clothes-wearing societies, but it's not unheard of for them to be dressed or wearing accessories.

Behavior: Anodites are fickle and free spirited, and not just because they can fly, though that may contribute to their haughty demeanors. Many view themselves as superior beings, a step above most other forms of life, and are often arrogant and selfish especially in regards to non-Anodites. That isn't to say they're evil or incapable of compassion, in fact quite a few wandering Anodites have gotten involved in this or that disaster or struggle to help others not of their kind, but they do hold a preference for prioritizing themselves over others and disregarding outside opinions entirely.
Life Cycle: As children Anodites are harmless and curious, but at around age eighteen they begin to mature and come into their powers and independence. It takes until they are seventy-five years old to come fully into adulthood and their power to stop growing quite so rapidly. Afterwards their aging begins to taper off and their power growth relies more on circumstance than natural internal reserves. Anodites do not get elderly, instead living until they are ended by forces other than aging.

Abilities:

• Flight: The power to fly unaided.
• Magic: The ability to use magical forces/powers to a significant degree.
• Mana Manipulation: The ability to manipulate the blanket of sentient energy that is used to form magic. Appears a glowing violet, can be used as a simple energy blast or shield, or otherwise utilized to shape or influence magical energy.
• Mana-Telepathy: The ability to communicate via thought with other beings who utilize magical energy.
• Space Survivability: Can survive and adapt to the vacuum of space unaided and are able to withstand atmospheres (heat intensity and any poisonous chemical elements), cosmic media (radiation), strange gravity, and lack of air.
• Limited Body Creation: Anodites can force their bodies to outwardly change species but retain their Anodite genetics. They can use this to become human, or a similar humanoid species, and even reproduce with said species, but their offspring would be of that species, not an Anodite, though some amount of Anodite genetics would be passed down, altering some descendants in a similar manner to how Homo Magi and Homo Sapiens are the same species except for a few unique bits. Anodites can also use this power to break their transformation and return to their true form, and similarly some of their non-Anodite descendants can use this ability to become true Anodites.

Weaknesses:

• Anti-Magic: Whether it be an enchanted item, a tech-generated field, or spells cast to void or nullify magical energy, all would cause significant harm to an Anodite.
• Inorganic Matter: Anodite mana abilities have slightly more trouble affecting non-biological or non-magical matter.

Current Standing: Most Anodites roam the galaxy alone, often disguising themselves and sampling a world’s most exciting activities for a while before moving on to the next. Their homeworld of Anodyne is a large purple world that has been the most magic-rich planet in all the galaxies for millennia, but has recently been on the decline. Despite still being oodles more magical than every other planet they know of, Anodites do not often make their home there, instead leaving it in the hands of their peaceful magi-tech AI servants, who run literally everything, even the government, and mainly act as a safe haven and as caretakers of their creators when needed.

Anodites are classed as a rare sight; individually powerful and biologically unique, but ultimately no threat to any powers solely because they aren't united in the slightest and are often so self absorbed they'd not bother getting involved with anything noteworthy. Conquering them on the other hand would be next to impossible, they are simply too spread out for it to be feasible and their planet is a vortex of strange energies and a swarm of fanatically loyal magic robots.

Entry: Department of Extranormal Operations
Faction Type: American Agency
Common Homeland: United States
Rarity: Uncommon

Appearance: Darkly dressed humans, men and women both, of all shapes, sizes, and colors. Usually sporting poorly disguised advanced equipment that speaks of alien expertise.

Behavior: DEO agents’ attitudes vary significantly from person to person depending on their own experiences and beliefs, but most are considered intelligent, hard working, and secretive, steadfast and stubborn in following orders.

Abilities:

• Martial Training: Many field agents are trained in advanced combat techniques, close combat as well as weapons training.
• Tech Support: Many intelligent technicians are also on the DEO payroll, well versed in what little Earth knows of alien sciences.

Weaknesses:

• Human Physiology: The standard weaknesses apply to DEO agents as most humans, as well as the limitations of their species- there are currently no metahuman agents.
• Secret American Agency: The DEO is a secret branch of the American government, and thus operates only in the United States and works to maintain a certain anonymity.
• Human Protection Priority: DEO agents have a directive superseding all other orders to protect humanity from alien threats, and only alien threats.

Current Standing: As an anonymous agency much of their information is classified and hidden from the public, thus restricting the number of opinions about them to certain highly placed members of the American government and the few citizens that manage to see them in action- and recently word has begun to spread about them among alien communities.

So far the agency has remained in the shadows and built itself up quietly, only recently becoming more active than the usual monitoring and investigating as a string of alien deaths have risen across the nation, and attacked communities lash out from fear and anger.

The US Government prizes the agency for it’s ability to acquire advanced alien technologies and information, and directs a significant amount of funds their way. Few of those outside the government, and some within, see the need for the agency, as alien presence on Earth is limited at best, insignificant even, the non-human population remaining largely hidden and reluctant to out themselves to an increasingly xenophobic world. Aliens themselves speak of the company in frightened and incredulous whispers, opinions decidedly negative.

Entry: Ectonians
Species Type: Sapient Humanoid
Common Homeworld: Ghol
Rarity: Very Rare

Appearance: Ectonians typically have skin colors ranging from pale greens to dark blues, a wide range of eye colors, and black hair. Much like humans they have are bipedal with similar physiology as far as organ placement and number of limbs are concerned, as well as human-like faces except for their more pronounced canines. It is not uncommon for them to have pointy ears, but round ears are just as common.

Behavior: Aggressive and stubborn are good words to describe Ectonian society as a whole, being very confrontational and slow to change. On an individual level however, Ectonians are quirky and mischievous, enjoying jokes and breaking from the norm to individualize themselves among their peers. At times they can be utterly thoughtless and unrestrained, as evidenced by the destruction of their world through reckless use of powerful technology.
Life Cycle: Ectonian lives are shorter than even Human lives, the eldest living to eighty five at best, but they reach adulthood a little faster, around about age sixteen.

Abilities:

• Ecto-Appetite: All life on Ghol is fed ectoplasmic energy from the Ecto-Star, Zon, even beings such as Ectonians who were not native to the world and did not originally possess the ability to harness the energy have since adjusted to do so. Now they are capable of creating small amounts of ecto-energy within themselves.
• Meta-Genes: Under the light of Zon an Ectonian can absorb just enough ectoplasmic energy to begin developing peculiar quirky abilities, much like activating a metahuman gene.

Weaknesses:

• Heat: Ectonians are vulnerable to even slight heat waves and will overuse their body’s energy in an effort to stay cold, projecting a slight aura of chilly air.

Current Standing: Before they were Ectonians they were from an old Kryptonian colony, and much like the Daxamites they diverged into a subspecies called the Gironians. Once they began living on Ghol that divergence only increased, becoming a subspecies of a subspecies as the ectoplasm based star wasted no time in beginning to alter those under its rays. The planet stagnated very soon after it was colonized, becoming an isolated agrarian world that gradually let its more advanced technologies decline. It was a rare day when outsiders came to the planet, often for emergency requisitions during an unsalvageable drought or famine, and every few decades or so an alien crew would strike a deal to buy cheap food in bulk.

Over two hundred years ago the planet underwent a technological revolution harnessing massive amounts of power from their star, Zon. In the process they somehow destabilized the star, causing it to lash out with great swathes of pure ectoplasm that killed or transformed all it touched. The planet descended into an apocalyptic setting, and then all contact was lost with the system and no one travels there for fear of being killed by its unstable sun.

Off world Ectonians were few and far between, but what few there were now make up the remainder of the entire species, some daring to try and make their way living on alien worlds, others trying their best to get lost and forget their entire species is nearly extinct.

Infinitization: A process many lifeforms on Ghol, including the sapient Ectonians, were subjected to when splashed with the full power of Zon’s ectoplasm. Unlike life that didn't live under an ecto-star, life on Ghol had grown used to harnessing trace amounts of ectoplasmic radiation to supplement their evolution. Thus some of the victims that otherwise would have been vaporized were instead able to absorb the ectoplasm and were quickly and totally converted into ectoplasmic lifeforms.

The ectoplasm occasionally left enough of its victim alone for them to remain sane, but all too often they were warped not only in body, but also in mind. Changes ran anywhere from skin color to the very size and shape of one’s body, and in others it left hidden impulses and violent tendencies that drove them insane. It also granted the ‘Infinitized’ new abilities now that they were made of extra-dimensional energy rather than plain flesh and bone. Gravity seemed to not be a problem, giving way to allow flight without protest, and similarly invisibility and intangibility came obscenely easy to them. Manipulation of ectoplasm in new and dangerous ways was also a new ability the Infinitized possessed, and combined their new prowess made them terribly dangerous for the other Ectonians.

So the Infinitized were banished to Zon, whose wrath could not hurt them now, regardless of if they were sane or not- or even sapient, the Infinitized plants and animals of Ghol were also collected and shoved off world, each of them treated like plague victims all the while. Ironically, over the last five or so years a near dozen Infinitized Ectonians have popped up in far flung, obscure regions of the galaxy, the last survivors of a doomed planet carried to safety by ancient escape pods.

Abilities:

• Ecto-Being: The Infinitized are made entirely of ectoplasm, an ill-understood extradimensional material, and do not possess flesh or bone, instead they bleed ectoplasmic goo and are able to use their own energy to regenerate their bodies. They no longer require food, water, or even air in order to live- though some wouldn’t class them as living.
• Ecto-Energy Manipulation: They are also able to control the energy their new bodies innately create, throwing ecto-energy as an attack or shaping it as a shield, or even temporarily bestowing ectoplasmic powers unto other objects or beings.
• Flight: The ability to fly unaided, already weighing very little they can change further to weigh next to nothing and propel themselves to high speeds using their energy.
• Invisibility and Intangibility: Without proper science to study and explain them the best they have are theories, the most popular and likely one being that ectoplasm, and thus ectoplasmic beings, exist partially in another dimension, and can use that connection to fuel themselves as well as sink deeper into it to become more picky about what can and can’t affect them in this one, for instance; becoming invisible but retaining the ability to see, or becoming intangible but still capable of moving.

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Superhero/villain Name: Emerald Knight
Civilian Name: Preston Westfield
Origin city/Planet: Earth
Hometown: Coast City, USA
Sex: Male
Race: Human
Height: 5'5"
Weight: 114
Age: 24 Birth Date: December 12, 1995
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Costumed Appearance: The Emerald Knight Himself
Civilian Appearance: Preston Westfield
Icon: The Lantern Corps symbol for hope, a thick circle with rectangles rectangles both above and below the circle. A stylized version exists on his uniform, while his ring holds a straighter version.
Costumed Personality: There exists little difference between how Emerald acts and how Preston acts. The Emerald Knight is the name of the unchained persona inside Preston. With the mask on, he feels like he's a completely different person with different responsibilities to Coast City and the earth as a whole. However, the biggest difference with the mask is that he's a little more "Hello citizen!" than he ever would be normally. As the Embodiment of willpower, he musters the drive to tackle any and all problems before him using whatever he can think of, and this bleeds heavily into his masked persona. If the man couldn't be stopped when he didn't have a magical power ring, think of what happened to his thought process after he got it.
Civilian Personality: A complex man with very complex tastes. Does he drink Dr. Pepper, or Coke? What movie should he watch for the fortieth time? Is he going to be the last person standing in a bar fight, or the second to last? These are the complex and important decisions that Preston makes every single day. Still a little bit of a child at heart, he refuses to step down from any challenge, including bleaching his hair and dying it blonde. He's determined to win, and win honorably. He sometimes lacks the foresight to see when a fight will land him in some serious trouble, or if its a bad idea to check out a meteor crash site, but it usually works out for the better.
Super abilities:
-Skills:
-Powers: Energy Construct Generation - The Power Ring grants Preston to conjure literally anything he can think of out of pure energy. The constructs are only as powerful as Preston is willful, but can still be broken by strong enough forces. This includes force fields, body doubles, and even generalized energy blasts. His constructs allow him to lift much more than any being could without assistance, though the lift would still strain his body. An underlying defect of the rings keeps Preston and other ring users from effecting anything that is yellow, to which he doesn't understand why.
Flight - Green Lanterns are able to fly up to Mach 10 in atmosphere zones, and possibly faster without anything holding them back.
Universal Translator - Being in an intergalactic peace keeping corps means that you have to be able to talk to any one and thing.
-Gadgets: Power Ring - The tool of the Green Lanterns, bore unto them by the ring itself, allows the Green Lanterns to do everything that they can do. Once a Green lantern dies, the ring chooses a nearby being who bears a strong amount of a certain emotion. In the Green Lantern's case, this emotion is Willpower. The ring is only as powerful as the user is, and their current mental state and amount of willpower are the driving factors as to how well the ring works. Each ring is powered by a battery, and must be charged once every full rotation of the current planet's axis, regardless of use.
Power Battery - The battery powers the power ring, giving it... power. It does little else, other than charge a ring. Power batteries are not interchangable. Blue Lanterns cannot use a Green Lantern Power Battery.
-Weapons: Imagination.
Civilian Occupation: Astronomer

Biography---------

Character History/Origin: Preston Westfield grew up in Coast City, looking up at the stars and wishing to one day hold one in his hands. His dreams were always above the clouds, in the mysterious void that was space. As a young boy, such interests were believed to be nerdy, before being nerdy was popular. As such, he was subjected to bullying. However, being bullied never made him timid. He stood tall during every confrontation, and waited for the first swing before doing anything himself. He never took any classes of any sort. He learned brawling during his schoolyard fights, protecting his love of space and those who shared his interests. As good of a fighter as he was, he was no athelete. He wanted to be a scientist who studied the stars.

As he grew older, Preston set his sights where his dreams were. His top-not knowledge landed him a full ride scholarship to the university of his choice, where he studied astronomy. His dreams were coming true, and after high school, he was hardly involved in fights. That didn't mean that he wasn't involved in them. He still protected the little guy, up until he left his university to go back home to Coast City. He had already been talking with the local labs of the city and had gotten himself a job as a paid intern, doing what he always wanted to do.

That was when it happened.

A sudden meteor shower had occurred over Coast City. There was nothing foretelling the event. Preston had been driving home after a long night at the bar, finding some more thugs to persuade into finding a happier life. He was still at the top, even if his body hurt. The shooting stars shone overhead, catching his attention, but they were much to large and much too bright. With a smile on his face, he knew he had to follow the direction the asteroids were moving. There had to be something that landed on the ground that he could show off to his coworkers.

It was then that he realized that it wasn't a meteor shower. They were moving too slow, more than enough for him to follow the trajectory to arrive at the crash site.

It was more than Preston could have ever hoped to find. It was an actual alien space ship! With an actual dying alien! Wait. Oh no.

The alien spoke vocally, but it was through thought that Preston could understand him. In his dying moments, the alien allowed his ring to be slipped off. Preston watched it float into the sky and dart around. He wanted to follow it, but it was much too fast. It was only seconds later that the ring returned, proclaiming Preston as the successor to the ring.

Preston disappeared for three weeks after that. The ring had sent him to the base of the green lanterns for training. It seemed like it was a public job. But one that offered no reward. Preston was all fine for a job that was paid in smiles, but he still needed to pay bills. He donned a mask and called himself the emerald knight, because green lantern sounded silly, and Preston could actually make himself a knight using the powers of his new ring. Only after succeeding in his training did he come home to be the protector of the stars. His stars.

And he couldn't be happier.

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Nemesis:
Allies: Alfred, his dog.
Team:
(These are probably blank, unless you're the Batman analogue)

Superhero/villain Name: Apex
Civilian Name: Patricia "Pat" Palomo
Origin city/Planet:
Ciudad portuaria, Spain, Earth
Hometown: (Where your character currently lives.) Amnesty Bay, Maine
Sex: Female
Race: nondescript, human
Height: 5'11"
Weight: 162 Lbs
Age: 26 Birth Date: November 9th, 1993
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Costumed Appearance:
Civilian Appearance:
Icon:
Costumed Personality: With her face hidden, Patricia lives without fear. Her Scarab ensures that she can get away with just about anything, an envelope she pushes further and further every single day. Sometimes she feels benevolent enough to use her powers to get free pizza, other times, she can make just about anything in the world free for her. This doesn't mean she lacks humanity. She tries not to kill the people she's harassing. Mortality is more important than the materials she's taking, but you can never make a good omelet without cracking a few skulls together first. Mistakes happen. Whether to call it a mistake, though, depends on the context of the situation and how it favors Pat.
Civilian Personality: A simple girl getting through a simple life. She loves those who she's close to, and would give the world to them if she could. Pat is a family girl who takes care of her own family, and not any family her father in involved in. Despite her animosity towards him, she can't deny how far his teachings took her. However, she's better than him. She still lives a somewhat honest life with a dayjob and everything, and doesn't murder people.
Super abilities:
-Skills:
-Powers:
Scarab Armor generation - The Scarab generates a suit of armor for Patricia to use, and the abilities of this suit are numerous, though not infinite. The armor can generate in sections, meaning that Pat can summon only a part of the suit if she doesn't need all of it.
Superhuman strength and Agility - Paired with Pat's natural strength and agility, the suit allows her to lift more than fifteen times of what any normal human can, and rival many animals in terms of on-foot speed.
Environmental protection - The suit can withstand high extremes for both heat and cold, including high speed atmospheric re-entry, and sub-zero temperatures.
Antagonist Adaptation - The armor can tailor its blasts for use against specific opponents (e.g., Kryptonite radiation against a Kryptonian, suppression blast against a mob). The blasts can penetrate a Green Lantern ring's shield. The armor can call up anti-magic effects against magical opponents. By the Scarab's own estimation, it can even develop countermeasures that can take on the Spectre.
-Gadgets: Sarhi-Ra, the Scarab - The powering tool behind all of Pat's superhuman abilities, Sarhi-Ra is an invention of an alien species known as the Reach. The scarab is a heralding tool that selects a host from a viable planet to ripen the specific area for maximum productivity when the Reach inevitably come to claim it. This Scarab, however, was defective, and gained artificial intelligence. It refused to be a part of intergalactic conquest, and though it doesn't always agree with Pat, the two are bound together, and the human has a much stronger will than that of the scarab. The two get along rather well, and Sarhi-Ra even assists Pat in stopping collateral damage when they conduct low or high level heists.
-Weapons: energy blasts, which can be shot from her fingers, or from a blaster created by the scarab.
Civilian Occupation: Personal Trainer at the Heidi Moneymaker Gym.

Biography---------

Character History/Origin: Born to a life of organized crime in spain, Patricia was trained to be a tough fighter and breaker of wills. Her body was always pushed to its limits growing up, and her mind became as hardened as her body. She resented this life. She wanted to be a normal girl, but she knew that she would never experience that. The first chance she got, the hopped on a ship and left her family without a word. She'd be her own woman in America.

Living down south in Florida was easy for the first couple of years. She didn't make a mess of things, and she actually had her life together. It wasn't until she made a grave mistake in who she was talking to that she was forced to run west, finding herself in El Paso. There, she found an artifact, a stone scarab. It united itself with Pat and was fused to her spine. Soon, it attempted to speak to her, telling her about the forces beyond the stars, and how she needed to defend the earth against them. Pat wasn't down for that life. With her steel will, she made the scarab bend to her, or so she thought. she refused the scarab and it's desires andShe fled again, northeast this time to Amnesty Bay, Maine. In the time that she had been living up there, she finally became a US citizen, and hid her crimes under under a nice looking carpet. But she was getting too big in her plans. Maybe she did need the power of the beetle to help her elevate her game...

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Nemesis:
Allies:
Team:

Blackjack
Civilian Name: Jacqueline "Jack" Blake
Origin city/Planet: Gotham City
Hometown: Gotham City
Sex: Female
Race: Caucasian
Height: 5'11"
Weight: 121 lb.
Age: 21
Birth Date: 5/21/1998
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Icon: Ace and Jack of Spades

Costumed Personality: When she dons her costume, Blackjack's personality resembles that of a Terminator; cold, focused, and absolutely determined to complete her mission. She will work with others, but only so long as it advances her cause.
At least, that's the impression she tries to give.
In truth, Jack's departure from her life of crime has left her isolated, and she seeks acceptance from other vigilantes. Having someone understand her might be the key to finding the redemption she craves.

Civilian Personality: Jack is no longer seen in Gotham outside her costume, but she does travel to other cities on a regular basis, both to gather intelligence and make her living in the various gambling scenes. When she does make an appearance, it's under an assumed name and usually in some form of disguise. Her apparent personality changes just as easily, going from "charming socialite" to "underground brawler" in seconds as it suits her. Who she really is remains to be seen.

Super abilities:
-Skills
--1st-dan black belt in karate (Kyokushin style; fast and hard-hitting)
--Extremely precise marksmanship, aided by powers
--Detailed knowledge of Gotham and its criminal elements
-Powers: Low-level Probability Manipulation; used unconsciously
-Gadgets: None yet
-Weapons: .38 snubnose revolver, concealed derringer, reinforced gloves

Civilian Occupation: Gambler, formerly criminal enforcer/assassin

Biography---------

On the streets of Gotham City, there are certain names that command respect. Falcone, Bertinelli, Cassamento... but other names inspire nothing but fear. The Blake family was one of the latter. The Blakes had been a fixture in Gotham's underground since the city's founding, and were known for doing jobs even the mafia families wouldn't touch. Assassination, thievery, kidnapping... Whatever you needed done, you could pay the Blakes to make it happen. They never sought to become a power of their own, preferring to profit off the Five Families' power struggles rather than joining in. Their mercenary reputation protected them from full-scale assault by the other families, but more than a few Blakes were felled by the police or by vengeful friends of their targets.

Jacqueline Blake was raised in this world of blood and shadows. Her mother died giving birth to her, and her father only saw her from the other side of a prison window; instead, she was taken in by Alistair Blake, her great-uncle the head of the family, and a killer without peer. He raised her not as a daughter, but as a successor. She was made to train her body and mind for one purpose, and she surpassed Alistair's every expectation.

Jacqueline saw her first murder at the age of ten; at sixteen, she committed one of her own.

From that point forward, she made a name for herself as the go-to enforcer for the Five Families. She cared little for their motivations; in her mind, she was simply a weapon for them to wield as they saw fit. As her notoriety grew, so did the rumors about her. While they came and went, one stood out from the rest: the idea that the aging Alistair intended to name her as his successor. While few doubted her ability to lead the family, many resented the choice due to her age, as well as her gender.

One December night in 2018, that resentment boiled over. Jacqueline was shot by another member of the family, and unceremoniously dumped in the frozen river.

It was at that point that her latent metagene first expressed itself, bending the rules of fate to keep her alive. Against all odds, she awoke upon breaking through the river's icy crust. Even more improbably, she resurfaced by the shoreline, in a small spot where the water moved too quickly to freeze over. She crawled to safety by an abandoned trashcan fire, surviving just long enough to be found and rescued.

She recovered in an emergency ward, faking amnesia to hide her identity from the staff. Once she was released, she immediately set course for the Blake headquarters. Upon arriving, however, she heard something she couldn't believe. Alistair Blake was in the process of naming his new successor... and congratulating him for his ruthlessness in eliminating the competition.

Jacqueline fled in shock, reeling from her father figure's betrayal. She had thought she was unshakeable, but this was something she never could have prepared for. As far as she had known, the Blake family had been loyal to itself... but this proved that nothing was sacred to them. She left Gotham that night, and began living under ever-changing identities to survive.

On May 22nd, 2019, the Gotham City police department began their search for the one who had interrupted the previous night's meeting of the Blake and Falcone families with a hail of bullets. Over the next few months, they would add to the file marked "Blackjack" on an almost nightly basis.

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Superhero/villain Name: N/A
Civilian Name: Clayton Toombs
Origin city/Planet: Earth
Hometown: Gotham City
Sex: Male
Race: Human, Homo Magic (Active)
Height: 6'2"
Weight: 252 lbs
Age: 45
Birth Date: July 28th, 1974
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Costumed Appearance: Clayton eschews a colorful costume or a mask, preferring to stick to a more 'practical' ensemble, usually favoring cheap, dark Men's Warehouse suits and ties, his favorite being a charcoal pinstripe suit, olive shirt and a gray hatch tie. On occasion he'll don a dark purple, runed cloak over these suits, though this is almost always limited to occasions where formality with his fellow mystics is required, or when consulting The Master (Currently the oldest living wizard).

Civilian Appearance:

Icon: An ebony skull over a pair of skeletal arms; One holding a scale, the other a sword.

Costumed Personality: While 'on the job', Clayton turns up his hardass persona, playing the part of a Humphrey Bogart character with a supernatural twist. Hardboiled, ready with a rude wit and the threat of tormenting a criminal's soul for all eternity or turning them into hideous, soulless undead (threats which he has never actually carried out, but the bad guys don't need to know that). He is otherwise not very different from his normal self.

Civilian Personality: A gruff but likable man of strong beliefs and possessing little fear of speaking his mind, being a staunch conservative compared to many other heroes. Many who meet him would compare him to the detective Raymond Chandler described in 'The Simple Art of Murder'; A proud, noble sort with a rugged sense of honor and a contempt for sham and pettiness, ready to help right wrongs and give his fellow man a fair shake, and possessing little patience for those who cross his moral line. He treats the supernatural beings he deals with on a daily basis with a casualness that many find frightening, seeing demons, undead and wizards just a part of his days at the office. He holds a special contempt for the Fae, though, and any who abuse the powers of magic can expect little in the way of pity or mercy from him.

Super abilities:

-Skills: Clayton is a skilled detective, versed in both mundane and supernatural investigation and familiar with the cultures and practices of numerous mystic races and orders. In addition he is skilled boxer and at least competent with a number of weapon types (mostly swords and bows, as those tend be the most likely to be enchanted.)

-Powers: As a mystic specialized in necromancy, Clayton commands magical control over life and death, able to both heal and harm with the dark energies of his chosen school. He is able to commune with, bind or expunge the spirits of the dead, as well as reanimating corpses, though he rarely utilizes this ability outside of questioning those who are too freshly dead to have had their spirits pass on.

-Gadgets: Witchlight Lantern: A black, skull-shaped wrought-iron lantern with no space for oil or a candle. Brought along when he needs to locate supernaturals in an unfamiliar area or those that move frequently, it glows with a bright green aura when within 60 feet of a magic aura.

Necromancer's Athame: A small, flute-sized piece carved from what looks like a human shinbone, complete with small holes that seem fit to carry a tune. Clayton typically plays a short, summoning song with this when he needs to commune with spirits, though it can also be effectively used as a push dagger.

Silver Nail: A silver railroad spike covered in small runes, possessing the ability to trap demons or incorporeal undead.

-Weapons: Situational

Civilian Occupation: Antique Dealer

Biography---------

Character History/Origin: There isn't too much to be said about this bull of a man. Born and raised in Gotham City, Clayton is the eldest of three brothers, son to a GCPD detective and an antique dealer. For most of his early life he lived an utterly mundane existence, going through a mediocre run in high school while avoiding the gang warfare that raged across his city. It was one of these battles which would eventually claim his father's life, leading Clayton into a spiral of depression and alcoholism, where drunken fights would have surely eventually ended up with the young man in prison, had he not been saved from this destructive course by The Master. From here he learned of his family's lineage, descended from a line of necromancers who used their power to keep the balance between mundane and supernatural, and was taught the ways of magic and the occult to continue this tradition. Since then he's been active for over twenty years, acting both on his own and with various teams of heroes as an occult consultant. Nowdays he's busier than ever with the return of superpowered individuals en mass, trying to keep the two worlds he lives in from destroying eachother, as well as trying to raise a teenage son.

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Nemesis: N/A

Allies: The Master, the oldest known wizard in the world at this time, having been active for at least 120 years. Little is known for sure about this man, if he is indeed that, save that he is schooled several different disciplines of magic, particularly shapeshifting, and has trained three generations of wizards, witches and mystics across the world. While he most commonly appears as an elderly Black man, he has spoken to his students in different forms when he feels the need to make a point to his students. He considers it his purpose to keep the balance between the mundane world and the supernatural, and to protect both from occult threats, and has trained numerous students to fight this battle.

Hex (Thomas Toombs): Clayton's son, whom he dotes on. He is proud of his boy's magically abilities and his growing power, but he still keeps him at an arm's length from the most dangerous of things in the world.

Team: Students of The Master (Not really a team, just a loose circle.)

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Superhero/villain Name: Renegade Martain
Civilian Name: Frakedi Sor (Martian)- Ira Reeves (Human)
Origin city/Planet: Mars
Hometown: Midway City
Sex: Male
Race: White Martian
Height: 6'0"
Weight: 250lbs
Age: 20 years awake
Birth Date:N/A (Martain)- August 22, 1999 (Human)
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Icon: A white circle with a red X going over it.

Costumed Personality: As Renegade, Frakedi lives up to his name, breaking traditional heroic values to get the job of saving people done. Sometimes he can be seen as harsh and strict not saying much and only speaking when necessary. He treats villains with great disgust and goes out of his way to demoralize them and pint out each of their flaws, other wise meets them with silence. He is a White Maritain so being a warrior comes naturally, combat is a sacred right, and death is always an option.
Civilian Personality: Ira is a sly playboy, and he knows it. He is the flirtatious type and keeps a smile filled with false promises and hopes on his face at all times. He enjoys manipulating others and being on top, not giving much time of day to those he thinks are beneath him. Ira does have a soft spot for orphaned children but don't tell him I told you.

Super abilities:
-Skills: Being a White Martian, Frakedi is no stranger to combat. He was trained from an early age in martian combat and strategy. He was raised to be a general who can also defend himself with or without a weapon. He can manage any situation with a militaristic fashion and efficient mind set.
-Powers:

• Martian Physiology: Frakedi has full control over his body on a cellular level. He can change his appearance, the material he is made of, elasticity, blood type, color, size, etc. This also works with his clothes and ship.
• Telepathy: Frakedi is Martian and his people normally speak using telepathy, its how they communicate and covey their feelings. When he came to earth he was able to flex his mental strength on other beings, and can read their minds and "glamour" some of the more simple minded. He has even invaded dreams and warped memories and emotions.
• Telekinesis: Frakedi can use his mind to make himself fly and life other objects.
• Intangibility: Frakedi can make himself intangible for a short period of time, he can walk though walls and defy gravity.

-Gadgets: Frakedi has a Martian ship that is the size of a Beechcraft Premier. He named it Legacy.
-Weapons: N/A

Civilian Occupation: Ira Reeves is a self made model and talent scout. If he is not at a shoot, he is out looking or interview new and upcoming talent offering them sponsorship.

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Character History/Origin: Frakedi Sor, before the extermination of his people, was the son of a general and a white martian. He was raised to be a warrior in his youth and then a general in his older years but due to the tragedy that befell his people he was sealed inside his fathers ship and sent out into space in a cryochamber.

Mars was a prosperous world, filled with an abundant plant life, animals and people. There are three types of Martians; White, Green, and Yellow. The Green Martian where peace keeping and made up most of the scientist, teachers, doctors, astronomers etc of Mars. White Martians where warriors by nature, they where militaristic and combative. Lastly the Yellow Martians where political and governing leaders. They lived in an uneasy harmony. The destruction of the Martian race came about when a group of Martians (white, green, and yellow) tried to perform a spell to bring all three types of Martians back into one, the Red Martian. The plot was discovered but it was not stopped and the spell was ruin and caused a ruined reaction. A chain of explosions was set off that destroyed all life and those not sent off world or hidden under ground where incinerated, leaving nothing but a uninhabitable waste land.

Frakedi was sealed in one of the last working pieces of martian technology, and while in his chamber he was imparted with all of the history and knowledge of his people. He drifted in space for thousands of years, sometimes missing earth completely and sometimes coming very close but the ship stayed its pre plotted course.

It was not until a meteor shower in 1999 that threw his vessel off course and had him crash landing in the commune of Marines right outside of Paris, France. He had always heard of earth, but during his time there was little to no signs of civilization on the world but now was he looked around it was bustling with humans and their advancements. His arrival did not go unnoticed, he was met by some local people who had open minds and did not judge him for what he was, his first family. An American family living in France, they taught him much about their world (via mind reading) and he decided he would take the form of a young child and live his life out with them for the time being, creating a person that was liked by many in media and average life. He would make himself Ira Reeves, youngest child of the Reeves family and a flirtatious manipulator.

He "grew up" during the Arab Federation's ICBM scare, and the destruction of the Golden Gate Bridge. He was still trying to understand the human race, while living his "life", trying to find out where to fit in. It was not Until 2009 that his family moved to Midway City. There, Frakedi would see some of the ugliest sides of humanity up close, drugs, guns, violence, and so on, but still hope shined through all of it. Hope for a better tomorrow, hope that something will change.

Midway city has many modeling agencies, and Ira got discovered at 10 and would shoot to stardom as a child model, who crossed over throughout the years as he got older and more attractive. He was enjoying his life, and glad for the second chance at being able to live. It had been years since he dawned his Martian form or had to frequently use his abilities but all that would change when his mother and father where killed by a street thug. News spread quickly, and Ira had to put on a face of hurt and distress, but Frakedi would stick to his martian fathers teachings and find the man who did this and hurt him.

He did, quiet easily, he found the man belonged to a local gang responsible for child abduction. Frakedi was enraged, and hurt the men, he broke their minds and twisted their bodies until they where unrecognizable. The following morning these men confessed to their crimes and it was all over the news.
It would not be the last time local thugs would walk up to the local station, all battered and bruised and confess their crimes and every time it came on the news Ira would just smirk while eating breakfast.

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Nemesis:
Allies:
Team:
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Superhero/villain Name: Beta
Civilian Name: Zalim Nan Markos
Origin city/Planet: Arkos
Hometown: Arkos
Sex: Male
Race: Arkosian
Height: 6'0"
Weight: 198lbs
Age: 100 (roughly) Birth Date:N/A
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Costumed Personality: Beta is a a sharp shooter in combat. He likes to be at a distance while he picks off his foes one by one until the battle field is empty. He is a solo artist and works better alone, only his trusty ram by his side as get s work. Teams are not really his thing but he is not against giving cover fire to those that need it. His armor is metal burned gold by the flames of Agni, and then bleached in the sun until it shined. He carries no quiver, and places his sword on his lower back when it is not activated.


Civilian Personality: Zalim is a shy boy, and can be cold at times. He does not feel all that comfortable with others outside of his armor, and has anxiety problems. Zalim is not one to keep eye contact and is not trusting at all. He feels comfortable with a weapon in his hand or in the presences of someone he knows can keep him safe.

Icon: बेटा (This is on the front of his breast plate and it means son. It is black normally and when he uses his abilities it glows golden orange along with his eyes.)

Super abilities:
-Skills:

• Bowman: Even thought he was taught how to use a sword and spear, his skill lies in the bow and arrow. He can shoot past 300 meters, and has precision aim, while many surpass him in most other areas, hitting the mark is his forte.
• Beast Master: Zalim educated himself on many different mythical creatures and monsters, also how to tame them in the wild. He is usually called to tame the captured ones and make them work for the military against the ongoing invasions.
• Royal Education: Zalim was brought up to be royalty and trained to lead people into battle, he has had the same teaching, the same training, and done the same exercises as most generals in Arkos.

-Powers: Champion of Agni: Zalim is the champion of the god Agni, Vedic god of lighting, fire and the sun. as such he was blessed in many different ways.

• Body of Agni: Agni gave Zalim his blessing as his champion, he is immortal as long as the sun still rises, he cannot be harmed by fire, and he has increased strength, healing, speed, and stamina when the sun is up, even when it goes down he still has these things but is just not as potent.
• Agni-Kumara(fire-princes) Touch: Agni gave Zalim the ability to manipulate fire, light, and lighting. He has to have already existing sources of each (light has to be true light not electronically powered).
• Empathy: Zalim is ‘cursed’ with an innate connection to other living things, able to sense their emotions and kind-of communicate though them.
• Hide and Seek: Hide and seek is one of Agni's favorite games. So whenever Zalim hides, whether it be on a battle field or from his father, he is almost impossible to find, it takes keen eyes and sometimes magic to "Seek" him out.

-Gadgets:

• Akupāra Armor: Agni chipped a piece of the world turtle's shell and made it into armor. When he was done he burnt and bleached it until it was while and gold.
• Vel: Zalim was given a pet ram for one of his birthdays and it was seemingly normal until one day he got injured and it transformed into a fire breathing monster. Now it follows him around every where and keeps him safe. Vel only transforms when Zalim is in danger and immediately turns "cute" after he is safe from harm.

-Weapons:

• Bow of the Rig Veda 200: In the text, Rig Veda, there are over 200 hymns that praise Agni, and create a burning passion in most who read them. Agni sacrificed this fire to make a bow that required no arrows, instead it shoots arrows of light. These arrows burn like fire and can pierce armor quiet well. The bow requires light to work, and whenever you take normal arrows to it they get set on fire.

Civilian Occupation: Arkosian Prince

Biography
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Character History/Origin: Zalim was born from the burning desires of the king to have another son. He did not know how to ask Ares for this huge favor without angering the god, or how to reach him in general. So instead he just hoped an waited, until one night a mighty fire demon attacked from the Hindu underworld, and burned with the brightest light the Arkosians had seen in a long time. After a long and hard fought battle, it was the King Chrysetos, who threw the final blow and it was in the wake of the bright, leftover flames that he molded Zalim. The flames then gave the clay baby life and Zalim was born with bright green eyes and flaming red hair.

In actuality there was a god who had been listening to the Kings pleas, and he was Agni. An ally of Ares, and one who wished to have a champion of his own one the island. So he made the demon and when the time came and it attacked he followed it and watched until the battle was over. The clay the king used to make Zalim did not just magically appear, it was the heart of the demon and was left behind after it died. The flames were "programmed" to breath life into the clay baby after the death of the demon and the king had molded it. Everything went according to the fire gods plans and "his" little red head was born.

Zalim grew up the same way any Arkosian youth would have, training and preparing for the next attack. Training and waiting on the day when the gods finally called forth their army to do its work. Training to make sure that you survived the onslaught. He was a still a prince though and had some privilege other did not get, he was not his older brother by any means, but he did get the better training and the perks. In fact he was considered quiet useless compared to his shining star of a sibling, not only because most of his "gifts" as a champion required light (which their island did not have), but also because he favored a bow and cheap tricks tow in fights. Most on the island considered him the "black sheep" of the royal family and outside of his brother an father, did not think much of his skill with a bow.

It was this shunning and negative attitude towards him that drove him towards his shyness and anxiety. He gets the worst end of this at big events or group training where everyone is staring at him or some people whisper behind his back. But when he is hooting on the range or fully decked in armor, its like a entirely different person: confident, cocky, taunting, what a normal Arkosian prince should look like. Zalim is one of the younger ones on the island and despite his personality, longs for combat, he wants to let his arrows fly and kill those who would stand in his gods way.

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Nemesis: TBA
Allies:

• The Arkosians: As a Arkosian prince, has faith in his people and their purpose and awaits his orders, ready to carry them out with honor and pride in his heritage.

Team: TBA

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Organization Name: Department of Extranormal Operations
Other Names/Abbreviations: DEO, Suits, Black Coats
Headquarters: Groom Lake, Lincoln County, NV
Date Founded: April 14, 1919
Founder: David Greenbelt
Presidential Co-signer: Woodrow Wilson
Current Director: Amanda Pelterson
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Symbol: As shown above, the badge and seal of the DEO is a grey on grey with a blue, red, and white shield in the middle. Over the years you look at the symbols of other organizations, and they are rounded out, "soft". But the DEO since day one wanted a more edgy, pointed, and phoenix like look to the eagle. The badges are normal wallet like with the grey symbol on the top side and picture with a name and title on the bottom.
Uniform: Most of the agents have to wear suits, preferably black but navy blue will work to. The suits are light mesh and breathable, made forma mix of alien technology and polyester, able to take a bullet and adjust to most conditions of human environments.
Precincts: Coast City, Metropolis, Gotham (Former), Hub City (Former), Midway City, Washington DC, New York (Former), San Francisco, Los Angeles, Las Vegas (Former), Miami, Atlanta (Former)

Biography-
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History/Origin: The Department of Extranormal Operations was founded with three different ideas in mind: Observe, Protect, and Police. They work on the same level as the Department of Justice, but are hidden form the world, only those in the alien community and the President (among a few others) know of the DEO's existence. President Woodrow Wilson signed off on the agecny after one of his Secret Service agents, David Greenbelt cracked a alien drug ring here on earth, and soon after lead a task force to deal with different "illegal" alien operations like mineral stealing, human trafficking, cloning, etc. After getting approved by the president, David Greenbelt would move on to take over the military operations at Area 51 and disband it, using its leftover corpse of an origination and facilities to help give birth to the DEO. They would prioritize not only monitoring the earth's new guest but also making sure that while they are on American soil they were not causing any trouble.

Now achieving these goals why trying to stay hidden from the public eye would prove a challenge especially after WWI, so the DEO had a rocky start, but soon it hooked its roots in the shadow of the worlds largest superpower and has stayed there ever since. The DEO has tackled 3 alien invasions (of the US), 2 peace treaties (SIGNED ON BEHAVE OF THE PRESIDENT), and over 34,768 different species of alien. Even with the knowledge and technology they have, the DEO is still only a scratching the surface of what lies out in the universe.

To the alien communities they appear as the boogie men in the night who come to take your children. The DEO agents can be cold, calculating, even cruel, but that is just apart of their training. DEO agents prioritize information gathering along with getting new technologies among all else (next to protecting human life). The most recent inquiry made by the president was signed off by the new Director of the DEO Amanda Pelterson

To try and write out the Martian history in full would be foolish and long, so here is the short "book" version martian teenagers learned in school:

In the beginning there was only one kind of Martian, the Red Martian. The Red Martians were power beings, humanoid in looks, with red skin, black eyes with red iris, and bald heads that ranged from pointy to round. While the most trained white martian could only use 75% of his brains capacity, the red martian was capable of over 90%. They easily grew in numbers and strength while creating better more self sufficient technologies that would help them travel the stars. The Guardians were afraid, they were scared that the young species would be too powerful for the delicate balance of the galaxy and might cause trouble in the long run so instead they did their usual method and took preemptive action. The guardians split the red martians into three different types: Green, Yellow, and White. Their goal was to make the civilization perfect for growth and prosperity by using a pyramid formula to provide what it need.

At the top of this pyramid sat the yellow martian; they where meant to be the "golden standard" for the martian civilization. These martians made up the politicians, kings queens, planers, economist, and greedy businessmen of the martian people. They also made up a small population of the martians, yellow martians were a minority, While the other two "legs" made up the majority.

One leg of the martian race pyramid was the white martian. They were meant to be the primal animal hunters of Mars. They where faster, stronger, and had better senses than the yellow and green martians. The white martians where grotesques and considered deformed by their more "normal looking" brethren. They would make for good soldiers and guards.

The last leg of the pyramid are the green martians. They would be the "gathers", of society filling all the jobs that white and yellow did not: teachers, judges, investigators, nurses, doctors, factory men, burger flippers (if Mars had burger joints), mathematicians, philosophers, religious leaders, inventors, and the list goes on and on.

When they finally did take flight to the stars and met other people they were welcomed with open arms and entered the galactic stage with a round of applauds. Most, if not all, sentient life that had space travel knew of the Martians and many had been to Mars, wanted to trade with Mars, and do business with them in general. One of the foremost reason was because of their minerals, Mars has 32 powerful elements and when they are refined these minerals can be charged with energy (negative for opposite reaction then intended, like with the badges if they received a negative charge instead of a positive one they would hurt the wearer instead of protect them) and could do amazing things. These elements could heal wounds, start fires, produce water, the list goes on and on. Overall those who knew of the martians only had good things to say about them.

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Superhero/villain Name: Superman
Civilian Name: John Rizzo (Jon-Ra) on Krypton
Origin city/Planet: (Where your hero/villain is from) Krypton
Hometown: (Where your character currently lives.) Brooklyn New York
Sex: Male
Race: Kryptonian
Height: 6’5
Weight: 230
Age: Birth Date: 21 July 21st 1998
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Costumed Appearance:

Civilian Appearance: There is nothing spectacular about his civilian appearance. He is usually seen in a dark leather jacket and jeans with athletic sneakers. He is always clean shaven and his hair kept short and neat.
Icon: Emblazoned S. A symbol of Strength on Krypton

Costumed Personality: Bold and daring John knows little of fear. While he seeks to be the “good guy” John can be occasionally reckless and can be inconsiderate to the human population of the planet due to him struggling with his identity, role in the world and depth of his abilities. John is also incredibly cocky and often acts on impulse instead of thinking scenarios out.

Civilian Personality: A bit anti-social with a superiority complex. All his life John was better than everyone, at everything causing him to constantly seek attention and live up to expectations but it also alienated people as his miraculous abilities have caused people to question his abilities and caused most people to keep their distance. Because of people’s lack of trust in him, John lacks trust in others and his failed parental relationships result in him having a deep seething danger and sadness inside as he wonders who he really is, where did he come from and what is his place in the world.

Super abilities:

-Skills:N/A

-Powers:

Solar Absorption: Despite all of his enhanced physical abilities John has noticed that his abilities are truly strengthened when exposed to the sun. Unaware of the true meaning, John has always found comfort in the sun rays and often feels a spike of energy the longer he stays within the sun rays.

Super Strength: While John is unsure of the true extent of his power John has regularly been testing his abilities as he gone older. At the moment his greatest feat was being able to casually lift SUVs he’s found in a junk yard with one hand. Only other tests was when in a bout of anger John managed to punch a massive crater within the earth’s surface. The force was so strong it shook the surrounding area leaving John questioning just how much is he capable of.

Super Speed: Another power John is unsure of his depths are. People have always been amazed at his incredible running speed, even as a child or even his hand speed when it came he used to workout in boxing gyms. His speed has evolved that it seems that even regular human eye cannot keep track of him even when John takes it “easy”

Flight: After running away from home John used to experiment and go sight seeing as a ways of comforting himself. John didn’t realized he was capable of flight for some time and struggled but has managed to hone this power the best. Capable of easily going above super sonic speeds, John can fly in and out of atmosphere and often uses flight as a method of transportation when walking gets boring.

Super Durability: Stamina has almost never been an issue as well as taking any form of damage. In fact John likely hasn’t been able to feel physical pain in some time despite being in a car accident or participating in fights at school. John remains unaware of his threshold

Sight/Hearing: John has regularly been able to see or hear things normal beings cannot comprehend to the point John assumed it was natural all people share his traits. Whether its capable of eavesdropping on even the faintest of whispers or casually being able to track a flies movements if not downright capable of seeing details that a normal human wouldn’t be able to see without the aid of a telescope.

Heat Vision: This is John’s least used super power. John has performed the feat only a dozen times but rarely uses it as it can be exhausted but also extremely dangerous. Capable of focusing intense energy from his eyes, John believes he can melt just about any man made object with said power though is hesitant to use it after nearly killing his father with it.

-Gadgets: N/A

-Weapons: N/A
Civilian Occupation: None at the moment

Biography---------
Character History/Origin:
Jon was born on the planet Krypton, his father being a renowned general for the Krypton military. However shortly after his birth, Jon’s father sent him far away as a massive civil war erupted in Krypton with the war itself threatening to destroy the once mighty empire. Believing his son to have a special place in the universe while also attempting to keep him safe in the event his enemies sought him out, Jon was secretly flown out of Krypton and sent towards the planet Earth where it was believed that the yellow sun the planet was exposed too would strengthen and develop the young child. While unlikely, Jon’s father hoped for a scenario that maybe no matter how long it would take, Jon would come back with a solution to end the pettiness and chaos that consumed the home world.

However Jon’s upbringing wasn’t one of complete ethics. An up and coming boxer named Anthony Rizzo and his young wife Sarah, stumbled upon the lost boy on the way home after a brutal fight. Despite taking a harsh beating Anthony took in his bout, the cries of a young infant, despite his odd origins made the wary parents sympathetic to the poor Kryptonian and opted to take him in as one of their own. It was rather helpful that the baby itself was wrapped in a cloak that resembled an S, to Anthony this was a sign of strength and with a new motivation in his life, surely his career was bound to take off.Anthony surged through the ranks making his way closer to the title but ultimately fell apart when his wife was caught in a tragic car accident. Despite the brutal crash that sent the car rolling down a hill, John remained completely unharmed. Some called it a miracle but Anthony caught in his frustration blamed the young boy his wife’s death. The relationship between father and son would never heal after that.

In an attempt to reclaim his adopted father’s love, John did whatever he could to impress his father, mostly through athletics. Anthony however remained dismissive as he was too caught up in his depression and other personal demons. Ultimately it seemed the only way to get admiration from anyone was continually showcasing in athletics and John did not disappoint. Need a quarterback who can throw further, more accurately than anyone while being the best athlete on the team? Check. Need a sprinter who dominated any event whether it was sprints, distance or even field events? Check. Need a boxer who was not afraid to fight trained adults and constantly humiliate grown men? Check.

For a time life was great, John was popular with the girls, all the other boys wanted to hang with him and soon he was receiving gifts and bribes as college coaches became convinced they were looking at a generation super athlete. Yet with age comes maturity or lack of it. As John got older people become more susceptible and downright envious. Trash talking became insults and words like freak or “cheater” began being tossed around despite no proof. John who was once adored found himself surrounded in negative attention which only fueled his rage and competitive spirit and the once humble athlete became a loud mouth who talked down and humiliated anyone who dared say a word to him. Yeah maybe he was the generation’s super athlete but he was also the school’s biggest prick.

Anthony’s alcoholism and downward spiral continued even into John’s mid teens. After a harsh argument John nearly killed his father in a show of strength that surprised even the young man. He always had the strength, he always had the speed but he always held back enough. He knew there was something special but he always kept that reserve away when he realized the other kids simply couldn’t keep up with him. After nearly killing his father, John ran away from home and began to live out on the streets.

It was supposed to be hard but John found himself using his physical advantages to his benefit. No longer bound by constraints of a school environment, John experimented with his abilities and got away with stealing or intimidating people into giving him what he wanted. This lasted for some time until John intervened to help prevent a child being run over by a drunk driver by placing his body in between the child and the vehicle. Seeing the child’s gratitude made John feel a sense of purpose but also reminded him to go home and see his father.

Upon briefly reuniting with his father John finds himself searching for answers about his origin. All that he has right now is the space craft he was transported in along with some sort of suit that seemed meant for him...

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Nemesis: N/A
Allies: N/A
Team: N/A

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Superhero/villain Name: The Tiger
Civilian Name: Marvin Hayes
Origin city/Planet: New York
Hometown: Las Vegas, Nevada.
Sex: Male
Race: African American
Height: 6'4
Weight: 225.
Age: 24
Birth Date: 10/27/1995
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Icon: Three white claw marks against a round, black circular background.
Costumed Personality: As 'The Tiger', Marvin is less brazen than his boxing persona, and he uses his prowess in the ring to aid him in his crimefighting escapades. He is callous and calculated, and often does not speak while the mask is on.
Civilian Personality: Cocky, pompous, arrogant, conceited. Hayes ring persona takes after boxing legends of old, and even outside of the ring he behaves like a celebrity.
Super Abilities: High Class Metahuman

-Skills: Fast hands: Hayes' boxing training combined with his metahuman conditioning serve to make his hands blindingly quick.
-Powers: Perfect Equilibrium: There is a reason Hayes has never been knocked off of his feet in a fight--inside the ring or otherwise, his nigh-indefeasible balance. Marvin can maintain his balance with any contortion of the body, regardless of how awkward or unnatural it may be.

MMA: He is training to become a mixed martial artist.

Powers: Regenerative Durability: Much of Hayes livability is thanks to his extreme healing abilities which allow him to heal normal wounds in several seconds. He can withstand standard caliber gunfire and continue fighting. Mortal wounds can kill him depending on how severe they are.

All-Around Low Superhuman Physical Condition: Marvin;s physical condition is low superhuman level. He is strong enough to lift above nine hundred pounds overhead, can run at a maximum of 40mph, etc.

Superhuman Inteligence: More than just a fighter, Hayes has studied engineering for a great portion of his life. His metahuman gene has increased his above-average intelligence to great heights.

Decelerated Aging: He ages much slower than normal. Every five chronological years is as one biological year to him.

-Gadgets: The Suit: Though still a proto-type, Hayes' costume is a mesh-weave kevlar laced with titanium alloy to provide additional protection against projectiles (namely bullets). Currently, Hayes is researching ways to implement kinetic-dispersion technologies into the suit. For now, the costume serves as an extremely lightweight and flexible alternative to his earlier and much more weighty rendition.

-Weapons: None.
Civilian Occupation: Professional boxer

Biography---------

Character History/Origin: Born in Detroit, Marvin grew up in a lower middle class section of the city. He was not one who had to fight his way through hordes of gangs and unsavory kids to get to and fro to school. As the middle child of four, he and his siblings always had what they needed save having to share the same pair of socks a few times. In school, he hardly got in trouble and he spent much of his time studying; he took a particular interest in mathematics and engineering and soon began building and creating all kinds of tech. It was not until he got into an altercation with boys several years his senior that his interest in boxing piqued.

After being jumped, Marvin began frequenting boxing gyms all over New York. For his size, Hayes excelled in training, but he was small. Unlike many of his peers, Hayes did not grow exponentially while in the throes of puberty. At 5'6 and 190 pounds, and lacking the requisite reflexes and footwork to turn professional, Hayes' boxing aspirations were all but dashed. By the time he was 20, he had grown two inches and put on five pounds. Hayes kept training and gradually he improved--both his footwork and his speed had gotten sharper over the eight years in which he had been training. It was not until his twenty fourth birthday and several amateur fights and later 10 professional fights that his life would change and his dreams become more than gleeful wishes.

November 3rd, 2019; the title fight. "Miraculous" Marvin Hayes faces "The Demon of DC" Christopher Ives.

(This is where he will begin in the RP.)

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Nemesis: None yet.
Allies: None yet.
Team: None yet.
(These are probably blank, unless you're the Batman analogue)

Superhero/villain Name: Anarkee
Civilian Name: Unknown
Origin city/Planet: Unknown
Hometown: Gotham
Sex: Female
Race: Caucasian
Height: 5'11"
Weight: 170 lbs
Age: Unknown, presumed to be mid-30's
Birth Date: Unknown, presumed to be 1980's
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Costumed Appearance: A clean, well-tailored purple suit in a pinstripe style, with a blue vest underneath. On the back of the suit jacket are a pair of painted on, red angel wings. She wears black gloves with several gold and silver rings over them, and black sneakers with a steel toe. Her hair is dyed a multitude of different colors, from red to black to blue to green, with streaks of mixed colors running through, and her hair is usually tied in a loose bun. Her face is white, due to paint or some kind of condition is unknown, though she has a red anarchy symbol painted over her face as well.

Civilian Appearance: Unknown, possible she does not have a civilian persona.

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Costumed Personality: Anarkee seems to live for chaos. Her motto in life is "We all die anyway, so live while you have the chance.". She hates social norms, and the unspoken 'social contracts' that govern most of the civilized world. She actively rebels against governments and laws unless she wants something from them, and would encourage others to do the same if they would just wake up from their goddamned programming and think for themselves for once in their miserable lives. Anarkee has no regard for personal property, and little regard for material wealth, viewing money as a means to an end at best, and a limiting construct built by the government to control the populace at worst. She will speak her mind, even when nobody around wants to hear it, and isn't afraid of doing whatever it takes to get what she wants. Even if all she wants is a pack of gum. On a good day, Anarkee could be content with some petty vandalism and theft, but on a bad day could try to enact a plan to wipe out the entire eastern seaboard. The problem is, those days are often the same day.

Civilian Personality: Unknown, possible there is no disconnect between Anarkee's costumed personality and any other personality.

Super abilities:

-Skills:
--Peak Mental Conditioning: Through unknown means, Anarkee has trained herself to the highest form of intellect the human mind is capable of. She is therefore immune to most types of mental probing and emotional influence, and is capable of manipulating and pushing her will on weak-willed individuals, making them help her as if it were their idea
--Chemical Immunity: Due to various paranoias and obsessions, Anarkee has spent years developing immunities and tolerances to most natural and manmade drugs, poisons, and toxins. She can stand in the midst of her own gas bombs and be unaffected.
--Local knowledge: Anarkee has spent a long time studying the people, places, and societies of Gotham City, and she knows it all like the back of her hand. Every street, alley, sewer tunnel, and rooftop is like an old friend to her, and she has a close understanding of GCPD's techniques and crimefighting styles.

-Powers: Anarkee has a latent ability to sense the emotions of people around her. She can use this to detect people through walls and to find deep desires, hopes, or fears. She also possesses a limited ability to boost those emotions to uncontrollable levels, though only for a single target at a time. For the most part, she chooses to forego her powers unless as a last resort.

-Gadgets:
--Emotional toxin bombs: Anarkee has developed a type of gas which manifests strong emotions when inhaled, and carries small vials of these concentrated gasses with her. She can induce rage, terror, euphoria, apathy, and many more emotions depending on which version of the toxin she uses. Often she will use them to start a riot, or create a distraction, or if she simply feels bored.
--Concentrated release vents: Built into the linings of her gloves are a set of valves which can release a dose of her gas bombs in a limited scope, but much higher dosage. At these levels, anyone affected by them becomes uncontrollable, as their higher brain functions shut down due to over stimulation and animal instinct takes over.
--Disguise kit: Anarkee has become adept at disguising her gadgets as harmless pranks, making her toxin bombs look like easter eggs, or birthday presents. Using a small set of tools and whatever is nearby, Anarkee can make her 'gifts' nearly invisible.

-Weapons:
--Weaponized boots and gloves: Anarkee has knives built into the soles of her shoes which extend with a kick. She has also built small razors into the fingertips of her gloves which are always extended.
--Toxin bomb launcher: Anarkee has built a gun-like device capable of launching her toxin bombs over 100 feet, which then detonate on impact.
--Rocket Hammer: Slung across her back, Anarkee carries a large mallet with an explosive charge on either side of the head. These charges detonate when they hit something with force, creating a miniature explosion capable of smashing through most walls or flipping cars.

Civilian Occupation: Unknown, possible she does not have a civilian occupation.

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Character History/Origin: Much of Anarkee's life is a big question mark. It is unknown where she came from, what she did, who she used to be, or really anything else about her past. What is known is that One year ago she arrived in Gotham declaring herself the "Angel of Anarchy". Since then she had been involved in several heists, robberies, kidnappings, gang-related activities, and just about anything else. Strangely, in most cases the things she takes and the people she abducts turn up in one form or another. Objects and money are usually vandalized beyond repair, and her abductees are generally traumatized and it is estimated it will take years of therapy for them to reach normal society again. Those few who remember how to speak have relayed that she told them over and over: "It's not about you, or the things, or the money. It's about the fear. The anger. The chaos. It's anarchy. That's the payoff." One subject, in a particularly lucid moment, described an event during his time with Anarkee in which she saw a report on the masked vigilante Grim, and had what can only be described as a temper tantrum, ranting about "This other agent of chaos bringing order instead of anarchy, working outside of society to uphold it, that hypocrit!" It is suspected that Anarkee holds some type of grudge towards the vigilante Grim, and may be plotting some kind of confrontation.

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Superhero/villain Name: Aquaman

Civilian Name: King Orin, Ruler of the Lost Continent of Atlantis, Regent of the City of Poseidonis, and Emperor of the Oceans of the Earth.

Origin city/Planet: Poseidonis, Atlantis. Earth

Hometown: Podeidonis.

Sex: Male

Race: Atlantian

Height: 6'6"

Weight: 240 lbs

Age: 35

Birth Date: June 18th, 1985
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Costumed Appearance: Aquaman wears the traditional armor of the undersea kings of Atlantis, with gleaming bronze mail armor modeled after the scales of a long-slain beast of the deep. His forearms and lower body are covered in a skintight fabric of verdant green, designed to help him slip through the water with even greater ease.



Civilian Appearance: King Orin rarely sheds his royal garb, even among his home city. While on dry land, he will reluctantly be put into a tailored suit of black or dark blue.



Icon: N/A

Costumed Personality: Aquaman is passionate about whatever situation is placed in front of him, but attempts to think first before rushing headlong into danger. As the king of Atlantis, he has been taught military tactics as well as political decorum. Aquaman tends to present a strong and stoic exterior to all but his most trusted allies. To' those he lets in, Aquaman shows a more tender side. He is very compassionate to the needs of others, even if he doesn't always understand the issue due to cultural and class differences. With friends and allies, Aquaman is often the first to try and make a joke or start smiling and acting jovial, as he understands the stresses and pressures that have been thrust upon him and others like him and knows to take joy in the little things.

Civilian Personality: King Orin's personality is very similar to his more public persona.

Super abilities:

-Skills:
--Peak Human Swimmer: Aquaman is the best swimmer the Earth has ever seen
--Trained Combatant: King Orin has been trained from birth to be a warrior, ready to lead his people into battle
--Trained Tactician: Since he was old enough to understand battlefield theory, Orin has been learning the Art of War
--Trained Diplomat: A King must not only know how to fight. King Orin has been trained in negotiation and diplomacy

-Powers:
--Peak Amphibious Atlantean: Though all Atlanteans have the ability to survive in both air and water, King Orin has perfected the ability, able to leave the sea for periods of up to two weeks before needing to return to his watery home.
--Enhanced senses: All of Aquaman's senses have evolved to a higher degree than the average human's, granting him superior eyesight, hearing, and smell.
--Superhuman strength: Due to both his adaptations to underwater life and the uncontrolled magic in his blood, Aquaman is capable of superhuman feats of strength. At current, he can easily lift and throw a tank or an airliner, though his upper limit has not been found yet.
--Superhuman endurance: Due to both his adaptations to underwater life and the uncontrolled magic in his blood, Aquaman is much more durable than any other normal human. He can shrug off blows that would have obliterated a normal man, run incredibly fast for a much longer time than normal, and react to situations with a speed that even a cat would be jealous of.
--Energy resistance: Though not fully immune, Aquaman is resistant to most forms of heat-based or energy attacks.
--Marine telepathy: As the rightful ruler of Atlantis, Aquaman has the ability to communicate with underwater life-forms, beckoning them to his aid. He tends to simply ask the sea creatures for their help if they wish to lend it, though he is able to simply impose his will if he desires. Aquaman is also able to communicate in a limited sense with 'The Clear', a force which he believes binds the minds of all sea life. Using that connection, he has found himself able to slightly influence the portion of land-based creatures minds which remains connected to their primordial forms.
--Standard Telepathy: As an extension of his natural ability to command sea life, Aquaman has developed his telepathy to the point where he can communicate with more evolved brains, such as other humans. He has the ability to make his thoughts heard by others as well as to pick up on surface-level thoughts in those without some sort of mental shielding. He does not have the ability to implant suggestions or commands into other people.
--Mental Resistance: Having seen the power of telepathic commands and suggestions, Aquaman has taken steps to prevent himself from falling prey to a powerful telepath. He has conditioned his mind using training, technology, and hints of magic to defend himself from mental intrusions. It may not be enough to fully stop the most powerful of mind-readers, but it will certainly slow them down and hinder their abilities.
--Water-based magic: Due to his connection to the leylines of the world, Aquaman has found himself in possession of new powers he doesn't fully understand. At present, he is able to redirect the currents of the sea to his whim and to exert some control over the waves, though only while he is submerged in water.

-Gadgets:
--Atlantean Science: Atlantas was the most advanced nation on Earth before their continent sank beneath the waves. Simply because they were living beneath the sea did not mean this advanced civilization didn't stop advancing. Aquaman has access to the host of Atlantean technology

-Weapons:
--Trident of Neptune: An ancient relic carried by the King of Atlantis, the Trident of Neptune has many powerful magical abilities. It can control the seas, creating and directing tidal waves or whirlpools or solid columns of water. It can manipulate storms, transform creatures into other forms, or make something invisible. Its power was only recently reactivated with the appointing of a new Wizard, and so Aquaman is still learning how to control it.
--Trident of Poseidon: Another relic of the ancient Kings, the Trident of Poseidon has a similar set of powers to its twin, though at a smaller scale. It has the ability to manipulate water and storms to a lesser extent than the Trident of Neptune, but it can also create water out of nothing and fire bolts of lightning. Aquaman has taken to carrying this Trident until he feels more mastery over the Trident of Neptune.

Civilian Occupation: King, Ruler of the Lost Continent of Atlantis, Regent of the City of Poseidonis, and Emperor of the Oceans of the Earth.

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Character History/Origin: Orin was born to a long line of Atlantean royalty. He grew up in the lap of luxury, in the heart of the most advanced city on the planet. Though he wanted for nothing, his parents and tutors strived hard to impress upon him from a young age the need to care for others and protect those who could not defend themselves. These lessons would prove to be necessary sooner than anyone though, as both the King and Queen of Atlantis were killed while diverting a menacing colony of sentient jellyfish away from the city.

Thrust onto a throne at the young age of 14, Orin soon found himself overwhelmed by the burdens of leadership. The boy would often steal away from the city and spend time among the ruins of Atlantis. It was there that Orin began to discover a small spark of magical energy within himself. He began to map the leylines of his home, finding once-rich veins of magic that had been used once to advance their society, now long since dried up. Still, the exercise proved useful, as it gave young Orin a sense of what Atlantis once was, and gave him the time and space to decide what type of leader he would be.

Now, many years later, King Orin sits the throne of seas comfortably. He has led his people into an age of stability and relative peace, a rarity for the undersea kingdom. Until the leylines burst, that is. Several months ago, magical energy flooded the sunken continent, rocking the kingdom to its foundations. Magical energy sprang up not just from the ground, but out of the people as well, producing new sorcerers, wizards, and witches in an instant. King Orin felt his own latent abilities awaken as well, granting him even more power over his realm. After meeting his his historians and magical experts, King Orin concluded that the Wizard had chosen a successor, someone to safeguard all magic on Earth. This had rejuvenated the leylines and led to the newfound energies. King Orin decided it would be prudent to meet with this new Wizard and make them aware of the existence of Atlantis, and perhaps to judge the situation of the surface world as well, to see if they were ready for the reveal of their undersea bretheren...

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Superhero: Swarm
Civilian Name: Dr. Roland Cook
Origin city/Planet: Star City, California, Earth
Hometown: Star City
Sex: Male
Race: Human
Height: 6'0"
Weight: 175 lbs.
Age: 32
Birth Date: April 22, 1987 (Taurus)
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Costumed Appearance: Reference
Civilian Appearance: Jamie Dornan
Icon: Emblem

Costumed Personality: As Swarm, Roland is very focused and technical. He is always thinking ahead and manipulating the battlefield like a tactician. His goals are to stop anyone from getting hurt (unless they’re the bad guys) and quickly deal with a problem before it escalates into a crisis. Swarm is willing to negotiate, always preferring the pacifistic route for the aggressive route never goes well for his enemies. He likes to make sure a plan is at least well-thought out and established before diving into a mission. Plans don’t always survive first contact, but it is always better to go in with one than without one and if any heroes he teams up with don’t have a plan, he will have one. Swarm has a backup plan for the backup plan for the backup plan.

Civilian Personality: Roland is a little socially awkward. He spends majority of his day-to-day life in a laboratory and he chose his job as a renowned biochemist: 1) to avoid people, 2) to be around like-minded individuals, and 3) because his brilliant mind shouldn’t be wasted in this life. He can be a little arrogant when it comes to discussing certain matters of chemistry, and he has every right to be. He has a doctorate after all. Things that would normally interest normal people such as going to the movies, having dinner at a fancy restaurant (or fast food), taking long walks in the park…nope. While those things aren’t necessarily not interesting to Roland, he is just rather introverted. He would go do all of those things by himself and not feel lonely one bit. In fact, he does those things when he needs a break from his research to clear his mind. So basically, he is that friend you call up and ask if they want to go to dinner and they’ll either always say “No” or “I already ate.” Annoying; I know.

When it comes to women and dating, Roland has already given up on it. Throughout his entire life, he was the nerd boy in school and no girl ever wanted her reputation sullied by dating the nerd boy. In college, some girls tried to date him just because they figured he would be rich when he got finished with his degree. He is always suspicious of gold diggers, and it is because of this suspicion that dating isn’t a successful endeavor. If a woman actually did like him for him, he would actually be shocked and wouldn’t really know what to do. This has never happened before!!!

Roland doesn’t do well with sarcasm. If a person were to sarcastically refer to themselves as an idiot, he would believe them. What inspired him to go the super hero route was basically watching the news. Every day there seemed like some sort of crisis and some villain was causing some sort of disaster large and small around the world. So he thought, why not? He wanted to put his intelligence to good use by joining in the good fight.


-Powers: N/A
Skills:

• Mixed Martial Arts: Since starting his career as a crime fighter, Roland enrolled in some 2 hour MMA classes. He’s currently at the beginner level.
• Biochemist/Personal Laboratory: Roland has access to his own personal lab in S.T.A.R. Labs where he can work on whatever project he desires as long as he appeases his employers, which isn’t hard to do. He will always find some old hunk of junk gadget he worked on once upon a time to appease them during science fairs and company exhibitions. Stumped on a case? Can’t find an antidote? Roland can assist.
• Genius-Level Intellect: Roland has not only dabbled in the biochemistry field but also the robotics and entomology fields, making him pretty versatile when it comes to studying different fields.

Gadgets:

• Swarm Suit: Roland’s Swarm Suit is designed to mimic the appearance of a giant hornet. The carbon-fiber suit is light-weight and durable and supported by miniature pressure pistons, granting him the ability to run faster than the average human (45mph max). The suit comes with flexible insect-style wings made from a sturdy polymer and supported by rocket thrusters. His suit also comes with a helmet.
• Swarm Helmet: The Swarm helmet allows Roland to see in infrared, electromagnetic spectrum for the detection of electronics, night vision, and day vision in the case of fluctuations in radiance. The visor’s interface is like a computer. Built-in cameras allow him to zoom in on targets 300 meters away and target enemies with his stinger missiles. The antennae on his helmet allow him to intercept radio waves, granting him the ability to eavesdrop on conversations made over radio transmission and phone (LAN and mobile). The helmet will always keep him informed of enemies who are approaching from either cardinal directions with an approximate reported distance. Roland can label whatever target he desires as an enemy for the computer to keep a bead on for as long as the enemy remains within his 300 meter vicinity.
• Swarm Boots: Much like an actual insect, Roland can stick to walls. A special adhesive oozes between the treads of his boots, allowing him to effortlessly cling to vertical surfaces no matter how rough or smooth.
• Cook Particles: Curiosity and extensive research and experimentation led Roland to discover unique particles that allow him to alter his size and mass. The particles could also shrink and grow inorganic matter. As fascinated as Roland was at first by his discovery, the nightmare of the technology falling into the wrong hands led to him keeping it a closely guarded secret. Roland commands his computer to release these particles when he plans to alter his size. As a colossus, which Roland calls his “Titan” form, his strength is phenomenal. His maximum height is 100-feet tall, which has yet to be tested for he hasn’t had a reason to grow so large yet. At 100 feet, Roland can lift over 100 tons. The smallest Roland could shrink is sub-microscopic, which is a pointless feat. He prefers to be between one to six-inches, and even as a tiny bug, with his mass shifted into his fists and feet, he can floor those enemies who are bigger than him.

Weapons:

• Pheromone Shot: Swarm will fire a balled up and tied-off cloth that has been soaked in the pheromone of a giant hornet. It is the same pheromone hornets release when scouting out honey bee hives to alert other members of their swarm to their location. After firing this shot at an enemy, two hatches at the shoulders of Roland’s suit will pop open releasing four angry hornets who will chase the victim. Why just four? Well, one is dangerous enough. Any more than four would be overkill.
• Sting Missiles: They aren’t technically missiles as they are needles. These projectile syringes are fired at enemies to inflict side effects such as sleep or paralysis. If Swarm has targeted an enemy before firing his missiles with his computer, then the missiles will home in on the enemy’s location.
• Hornet Blades: They are two-feet long and will extend and retract from Roland’s forearms. These carbon blades are sturdy as well as sharp.
• Shin Thorns: Roland’s shins are jagged, granting him the ability to deliver some nasty kicks.

Civilian Occupation: Biochemist for S.T.A.R. Labs



Character History/Origin: Roland was born and raised in Star City to Frank and Elizabeth Cook. Since he was a boy, Roland was always fascinated by science. His father, Frank, was a biochemist who worked for S.T.A.R. labs so it was no surprise that Roland would later follow in his footsteps. Roland was the kid who accidentally blew up the garage with a chemistry set…and a battery…and maybe some gasoline was involved…during his early years, he spent his life having his lunch money stolen, getting beaten up, and being made a slave to help the bullies with their homework (more like give them the answers to the test). His shameful past was what would eventually lead to him seeking redemption in crime fighting, but we have yet to get there.

High school breezed by. No prom. No homecoming. He was president of the Science Club and over the summer he got to take some classes at UCLA. His brilliance eventually earned him a scholarship there, and it was while there that Roland spent the rest of his time studying biochemistry. During his junior year, his father helped him get his foot in the door with S.T.A.R. labs and his employers were impressed with his ingenuity. His future was set in stone, but he wasn’t ready to convert over to S.T.A.R. just yet. He went for his masters and then doctorate. When he finally became employed at S.T.A.R., the freedom the company granted him would become a curse.

Relishing in his freedom, Roland began to dabble in areas of science not many scientists were capable of reaching or even had the privilege to do so. His dabbling led to him discovering an odd particle that initially shrank him down to the size of a mouse before he learned to revert himself back to normal. It was a lengthy process. In one instance, he grew so large that he could barely fit in the lab. He was lucky to have not burst through the entire building! When Roland learned to control the particles, he nearly in his excitement went running to his employers with his new discovery. Oh, the fame! The fortune! Wait…Roland had to collect his thoughts for he had a very dangerous device if it fell into the wrong hands. If people thought the H-bomb was the largest bomb...Roland was forced to reluctantly safeguard his particle research.

As Roland continued his life with S.T.A.R. creating other projects, he always had the news on in his lab (he needed something to keep him in touch with the outside world). Every day it seemed like the news had more horrible things to report involving villains, destruction, disasters, etc. It got Roland thinking about his life. What was he doing to make the world a better place? Absolutely nothing. He was filling the pockets of the CEO of S.T.A.R. labs and none of his projects really contributed to saving lives or preserving humanity. Instead, it gave humanity a bigger reason to become even lazier. Good old curiosity and a desire to do something great for once was what inspired Roland to use his brain to design his new identity as Swarm.


Nemesis: Open
Allies: Open
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Superhero/villain Name: The Warlord(Currently inactive)
Civilian Name: Raymond von Lüneburg(Originally Ramman of Akkad)
Origin city/Planet: Akkad, Earth
Hometown: Metropolis
Sex: Male
Race: Homo Magi
Height: 6'3"
Weight: Roughly 170 lbs.
Age: 40(Assumed)/4344
Birth Date: 2325 BC

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Civilian Appearance:

Never seen in public without some kind of suit, he keeps a professional appearance both in the office and out shaking hands abroad. Foremost about his appearance is his keen fashion sense, trending towards darker colors for the jackets and gentle blues for the dress shirt, though has been known to rock a pinstripe when the occasion calls for it. What most people notice first however, is the steely grey of his eyes and the conviction in them when speaking.

Civilian Personality:

Ever charming and punctual, Raymond von Lüneburg is a man who though he does his best to avoid the spotlight, absolutely shines in it. Most recently interviewed by the Daily Planet in an exclusive on the Military Industrial sector, he is described as "the most approachable and open arms dealer on the face of the Earth." and "[...] focused more on saving lives in a business of dealing death." As a man who is the CEO of one of the premier PMCs in the world, a good portion of his public appearance and personality is the product of his PR team, but just enough of his real self shines through to make it genuine. At home the business is left at the door and his only concern is his family, a fact he has made evident to reporters on only two occasions and has since been made another facet of his PR persona. Even in the office, his concerns lie with his family, though it extends to his employees and their families as well. For all appearances, he is a patriot with a focus on keeping his people safe while trying to assist the peacekeeping forces of the world with his company's services.

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-Skills

Polyglot - A man who's lived throughout the ages unsurprisingly has a lot of time to learn many languages and become fluent in them. Among those Raymond knows by heart are Sumerian, Akkadian, Babylonian, Egyptian, Greek, Latin, Gaulish, Celtic, Danish, Swedish, German, French, Arabic, Spanish, Portuguese, English and Hindi.

Eternal War - Though he may not currently appear as such, Rammon is a consummate warrior skilled in both unarmed and armed close-quarters combat, as well as with a variety of ranged weaponry. In recent years he has had less time to devote to practice however, and so his physical reaction times have dulled. He remains a knowledgeable source on combat theory despite this, and will find ways around such weaknesses.

-Powers

Immortal - Achieved through his use of powerful sorcery back in the 24th century BC, eternal youth is at his command and he is beyond the ravages of time or disease. The exact means of how he maintains his immortality are unknown, even to the closest members of his cabal, though it has been purported to be a form of lichdom due to the existence of an object that tethers his soul to his physical body and sustains it through arcane bindings. Should this tether be destroyed he would lose his immortality, and it has been suggested that time would come to take what it's due.

Ishtar's Gift - The primary means through which he channels the arcane, his gift was given to him in two parts and has served him in his lifetime quest to ensure humanity's future and his own personal one for knowledge. As a Homo Magi, the first part of his gift was purely being born with the ability to feel the magical world around him. Finding leylines and tapping into them is as natural to Rammon as the act of breathing, and low to mid level sorcery comes easily to him. The second half of Ishtar's Gift is the ability to speak True Words and understand them without suffering the effects that would normally befall those they are directed at.

True Words - Not actually unique to Rammon, the True Words are pieces of a primordial language that he has been slowly compiling over the years. Operating just a little differently than normal arcane energy and even the metaphysical, each word acts as an instruction to the physical universe to force a reaction or series of reactions to happen. These instructions are directed at specific objects or entities through variations in the tone and pronunciation of the word, operating on the user's knowledge of their target. The more information known about the target, the more specific one can be with their use of the word, with many requiring knowledge of their true name in order to function. Being targeted by a True Word can be quite disastrous for a normal human, and even for those simply within earshot. Those with metahuman or alien physiologies are more resistant to the words, but can still suffer long-term injury if the user was well prepared. Of note about the True Words, is that they can be used by anyone who knows the words and can pronounce them, but only those specifically gifted with resistances to the arcane or given the ability to speak them would be able to do so without ill effect. A normal human speaking a True Word without such safeguards would be subject to the same forces as their intended target.

-Artifacts

Manifesto Arcanum - It has gone by many names through the ages, each civilization proclaiming to have held it at one point, and been attributed to the rise and fall of empires in ancient days by those in occult circles. Perhaps the most accurate source comes from the Romans, who wrote of a book that bore the language of the gods, a manual for creating and destroying the mortal realms. In actuality it is a compendium of the language of creation, the most comprehensive codex of spells and True Words to have been written and a source of arcane power in its own right. Because of that, those without magical ability can actually read from it and use the spells or Words within, though with the latter it is at significant cost if they do not have arcane or divine protection.

Civilian Occupation

As the CEO of Lundgrau Intelligence Services and their subsidiary companies, he oversees a wide network of defense contracting, privatized military services and armaments production alongside a fair number of support companies. Most prominently is the negotiation and acquisition of contracts for various national and corporate entities, as well as producing the required items. He also personally advises the training directors for the "wet" side of LIS operations and ensures consistency in applied skills for all field employees.

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Character History/Origin

Arising from the ashes of the Akkadian Empire, the man who would eventually become known as Raymond von Lüneburg in the modern era and the Warlord in various obscure texts, began his life as something altogether more humble. Like his mother and father before him, he was a priest in a temple dedicated to Ishtar, one of the primary deities of the Akkadian faith. For years he devoted himself to the faith and offered blessings to the citizens of Akkad, even serving the great Sargon before accepting a place in the royal court as advisor.

It was there that he took his first step, when the skies lit with fire in the year 2304 BC. Like many at the time, he saw the signs of displeased gods and urged his king to make offerings, yet such adviced was only acted upon partially. Sargon did make the offerings, but did not heed the word of his priests or Rammon, instead increasingly curious of the strange signs and sending out scouts to follow the paths of fire. Mere days afterward Akkad was approached by men with steel skin and eyes that burned with malice. They spoke in a language that only barely mimicked a human tongue, but their demands were clear as they began to cut down all before them that did not bend the knee. Of course, it was only too late that Sargon chose to heed the advice of his court, taking up arms against the strange invaders and managing to wound three of their number before the city guard was routed and he was killed in the defense of the throne room.

Rammon bore witness to all of this as he was made to retreat to the temples, watching the alien men decimate the Akkadian army and take the empire by force. Once safely beyond the palace they found pursuit was not given, and thought it strange, but continued nevertheless. It was only when the fires were lit from the capitol that they found the invaders had already taken what they desired. For several days after the death of Sargon of Akkad, sporadic resistance took place across his empire from those elements that had remained loyal, but the temples to their gods had remained intact so long as those within bent to the dominance of their new leaders. Most merely accepted this as they had done when the empire had first been formed, to them it was merely one conqueror exchanged for another, but to others and especially the Akkadians, they only dug in deeper and took their fight to the shadows.

The priesthoods of each temple were especially keen on removing the alien invader after they revealed their true faces as inhuman monsters. Rammon among them, they observed rituals to their gods to keep their people safe during the day, while at night they silently assassinated targets of opportunity to weaken the invaders. It was slow and often dangerous, but each member of the priesthood was as dedicated as the former soldiers among them. Yet for every one alien they killed, two more fell from the sky to replace them. Over a decade their resistance steadily fought and evaded their overlords until one night they had finally pressed their advantage too far.

Until that night in 2294, the aliens were indifferent to what they felt were primitive beliefs and customs, allowing the temples to stand as long as the people continued to remain obedient and work under them. The consistent resistance to their rule had slowly chafed the inhumans however, and all they needed was an idea on where they were based in order to eradicate them once and for all. Such an opportunity fell right into their hands when a particularly foolish youth had gone out to hunt and forgotten to remove his raiments before leaving the temple. With a fury rivalling that of their first attack on Akkad, they stormed the temples and slew all inside with no mercy or hesitation. Statues were destroyed, carvings scorched from the walls, and holy icons rendered to their base metals. Not even the families of the priests were spared, among them Rammon's own wife and daughters.

It was only by the blessing of his goddess that he survived the carnage, awakening in the center of her temple and feeling a mixture of rage and sorrow at the sight of his people so viciously butchered. His blood boiled with the need for vengeance, and he bargained the last of his worldly possessions for the weapon that would end the invaders once and for all. Anchoring his soul to the single medallion of Ishtar to have survived the destruction, he drunk deep of the arcane leyline that ran underneath the temple, and he strode out into the city streets towards the capitol with fire in hand and hatred in his heart. There the Akkadian Empire ended as a single night of fire and death, alien and traitorous humans alike put to the sword in order to cleanse it of the invaders that had stolen so much from them.

Despite this victory Rammon felt it hollow, for it would not bring back his family or friends who had died in the decade-long occupation, nor could he truly be certain that more would not come to simply resume what they had started. His goddess had given him the gift to allow him to take back his city, but as he looked up into the night sky and at the stars above, he felt there was so much more to do. So it was that he did the only thing that felt right to him. For three days he fasted in the ruins of Ishtar's temple, silently praying to her for guidance while increasing numbers of the faithful came to look on in reverence.

On the closing of the third day, as the sun was setting below the arch of the temple's walls he was given his answer in the voice of his goddess for all present to hear. Only two words were said, but they gave him purpose and rallied those faithful to his cause. "Prepare them." Was all he needed to hear, and without even pausing to break his fast, he bid the new priests to go out and ensure it was done. Years would pass and eventually Assyria and Babylonia would break from Akkadia, each becoming a power in their own right, but dismayed as he was at seeing the division, Rammon knew that peace had only allowed weakness to fester and rot the empire from within. He set upon his great plan, seeking to ensure that when the day came mankind would be ready in the way they only felt so readily eager to go along with.

Centuries past and history forgot the plight of Sargon and the Akkadian Empire, the few records of the events at first discounted as foreign propaganda, and later as the ravings of mad heathens when the Hellenics came to conquer Persia. All the while Rammon shifted more and more away from the battlefield and into the shadows, stirring conflict between rival kingdoms and whispering into the ears of emperors. His powers of sorcery grew with each passing year, until he found the need to write down the spells he learned, those he created, and the rituals that summoned forces no mortal man should ever dabble in. In time certain circles would catch on to his interference, naming him a force of evil which sought to corrupt men and steal away women. Both aspects he encouraged, taking on new names and subtly changing his appearance for each new infiltration.

Yet "The Warlord", as he had come to be called, could not operate as he had forever. Progress marched on ever forward and mankind invented new and terrible ways to kill and hold onto their power. Rammon watched the creation of mustard gas, whispering into the ears of scientists the idea that if used on the battlefield the results would be disastrous for those unprepared. He organized the secret rearmament of Germany alongside those bitter from the loss of the first Great War. When the guns of the Soviets sounded the prelude to the Fall of Berlin, he was already infiltrating their intelligence agencies and helping set the foundation for the KGB.

The modern era and shift from global war to more localized conflicts only allowed him to operate with increasing impunity, eventually seeing his rise to publicly head a small arms corporation in 1990. Calling himself Raymond von Lüneburg and claiming to be a second generation immigrant from West Germany, he quietly supported the Gulf Wars with defense contracts that would allow him to acquire more capital for more plants to produce more weapons. In a decade he grew Lundgrau Arms into a competitor against other major weapons manufacturers, and was able to shift into new markets. By 2006 his company no longer made just pistols or bullets, but had managed to gain DARPA contracts for everything from rifles to missiles. For millennia he had simply acted a warlord, pulling strings from the shadows to coerce others into conflict. Now, with the prevalence of the military industrial complex, he could openly be such and sell his weapons to whoever had the cash and the desire to do harm to their fellow man.

Yet with the increasing ease of doing business, the advent of better and more reliable communications technology meant that he could not simply act rashly and fill the world with bullets and missiles. No, if anything he had to be even more careful than before. For every African warlord that he sold crates of rifles to, he made a show of providing humanitarian support elsewhere. Each peacekeeping mission his company was seen to accomplish hid the backroom deals with rogue states that secured them actual military hardware. When he shook hands with dictators and terrorists in the shadows, he distracted the media with open interviews and played up his love for his family, country and employees.

To the world he was the arms dealer with a heart, taking every measure to ensure the safety of his employees and the innocents of war torn nations. For a chosen few, he was not only allowing the increasing tension across the globe, but he was actively ensuring the creation of new and deadlier hot zones by supplying them the very arms that he publicly spoke against.

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The Lundgrau Special Operations Center - LSOC for short, or endearingly referred to as "The Big Sock" by those within LIS, it is the 2,675 square mile region that was formerly known as the Utah Test and Training Range and now exists as the beating heart of Raymond's corporate ventures. It only became what it is today after a deal with President Duncan O'Harra in the mid '90s saw the sale of the vast test range in order to fund more of his social reforms. Since then it has seen the construction of three facilities to manufacture small arms, support weapons, infantry fighting vehicles, main battle tanks, missiles and fighter jets to supply government contracts for NATO countries. These facilities primarily inhabit the central region of the zone in the town specifically built for those working them and attending the training centers. Elsewhere the region is used for the original purpose, the testing of ordinance and live-fire exercises.

Lundgrau Intelligence Services NA Headquarters - Where most of the administrative portion of the business is centered, as well as primary meeting point for investors, government officials and their public office. Located on the outskirts of New York City, it allows the company to be close enough to a major city to have a hand in much of the business there, while staying out of the hustle and bustle of downtown Manhattan. This is also the most likely place to find Raymond at work, as his duties as CEO tend to require him to function more executively than they used to.
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Superhero/villain Name: The Arrow
Civilian Name: Marianna von Lüneburg
Origin city/Planet: Metropolis, Earth
Hometown: Subject to change, currently the Duanchang hideout in China
Sex: Female
Race: Homo Magi
Height: 5'9"
Weight: *slap*
Age: 19
Birth Date: November 1st, 2001

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Civilian Appearance:

Much like her father, keeping a public appearance of sophistication is of the utmost importance for the eldest Lüneburg daughter. To that end she is often seen at formal events with conservative dress, elegant jewlery and tasteful application of makeup. Marianna does not always play the part of billionair heiress however, and will rather often choose something far more casual and liberal for going out on the town, much to the annoyance of her father.

Civilian Personality:

Even before being sent away at the age of twelve to "learn discipline", the eldest daughter of Raymond von Lüneburg had been possessed of a particularly rebellious temperament that has long been the bane of her father's patience. In many ways she represents exactly what people expect of a billionaire heiress, a spoiled and arrogant child who believes that her station and riches is all she needs to prove her right. Those of authority in her life see the worst of this, first her father and the near nightly rows over some misguided idea of hers or another, and then Ra's al-Ghul and the League of Assassins and their principles. Despite, or perhaps even because of, the insufferable arrogance and stubbornness she is possessed of, Marianna has a firm moral compass that drives her to correct perceived wrongs. Nevermind that she retains an attitude of superiority regardless the circumstances and who she speaks with. After seven years with the League one would think that perhaps some humility would have been instilled in her, but even after the rigorous training, she still an insufferable brat. The only difference is that now she knows how to kill people.

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-Skills

League Training - Marianna has spent the last seven years of her life among the assassins in the Taklamakan desert, learning of the ways in which life can be taken, and how to defend herself in close combat. To that end, she is a highly skilled combatant with or without a weapon, but even more so with a bow. In archery she is unparalleled even among some of the finest from the League, able to hit targets with pinpoint accuracy up to 200 meters away.

-Powers

Pyrokinesis - Owing to her bloodline, the ability to tap into the arcane is a natural gift for one such as her. The gift is a limited one however, and she is remarkably unskilled in many theaters of magic with one singular exception. Marianna has an affinity for fire, and with little practice has managed to spark flames from her fingertips without need for accelerant. Manifesting them from a distance is a tougher feat, though it's a skill she has been practicing much to the annoyance of literally everyone around her.

-Weapons

Custom Oneida Kestral bow - A somewhat recent item she acquired from the League, the bow has served her quite well in training and is fine tuned to her figure and stance. With carbon fiber folding limbs, compact pulleys and lightweight materials, it is an exceptionally light yet powerful weapon more than capable of handling both standard and custom arrows with its 27" draw length. Along with the bow, she usually carries a set of carbon-shaft arrows with tungsten carbide broad heads.

Civilian Occupation: Owing to her whereabouts over the last seven years, Marianna has no actual occupation civilian or otherwise. She does have access to a metric assload of capital due to being the eldest daughter of Raymond von Lüneburg, so it's not like having a job actually matters *laughs in billionaire*

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Character History/Origin

Growing up, Marianna had been spoiled with the increasing fortunes of her family and for much of her early childhood was as normal as any other of the aristocracy. She was provided everything she could ever need or want, taught the basics of German and French before grade school, and easily formed bonds with others for a bright and happy life. Things began to shift ever so slightly only when she had been introduced to the family's business and their secrets. For most, it would be hard enough to come to terms that your father earns a living off other people dying, that everything you ever touched had the subtle stains of blood shed upon them. Most did not have Ramman of Akkad, the four-thousand year old pseudo-lich sorcerer of the darkest arts as their father.

After that rather touching revelation, her attitude slowly became more and more rebellious as the years passed. Ramman at first dismissed it as the early onset of teenage rebellion, and with her grades remaining firmly in the upper percentile it was never too much of a concern. It only became one when she began exercising her attitude on other people. An argument here and there, sassing her teachers, bullying a couple nerds, it started off small but everyone could see where it was going. The school tried to broach the subject carefully, well as carefully as one could discuss the topic of the daughter of a major contributor to a private school being an unholy bitch. Quite obviously Ramman did not consider their concerns. That changed when Marianna graduated from stuffing people in lockers for talking shit, to knocking their teeth out and "accidentally" setting a cheerleader on fire.

Being twelve at the time, her options were rather few in terms of sorting out her issues. Experts were called in, but a soft touch did nothing except waste retainer fees and time for everyone involved. She stayed a month at a summer camp that had boasted of being able to break anyone and instill manners and discipline in even the hardest cases. All that came of it was a couple hefty payments and Ramman shaking hands in public for years in order to keep them quiet about the camp counselor she tried to drown. In the end, he had one option left, and was finally forced to call in a favor from the one person he hated owing favors to.

Few people have a direct line to the League of Assassins, and fewer still have personal connections to their enigmatic leader. Since their founding, Ramman of Akkad has taken part in their activities, funded their rise when it suited him, and looked the other way when someone of importance met their end by their hand. As such, it was an easy ask of Ra's al-Ghul to take in his daughter and teach her some much needed discipline.

The first few years were simple, though rough all the same. Marianna found the assassins possessed of a singular purpose, and so were not swayed by threats or bribes. She went through countless days of physical training to at first get her into prime shape, and then to instill in her technique and finesse. Days turned into weeks. Weeks turned into months. Months turned into four years of the same routine. Wake up, eat, run ten miles in the desert before sunrise, weapons training, eat, run ten more miles in the desert heat, meditation, eat, sleep. Her attitude did not once waver, giving sass to her instructors even though she would know it only ended with a slap across the face or more sets to do. It turned into a game before long, finding which buttons to push for who, and how to push them the hardest.

Back home in the states, her disappearance was cleverly covered by her father and those at his call. The school was informed of her withdrawal and gladly looked the other way when her records were sealed by the state. A couple reporters looking to find dirt on Raymond von Lüneburg followed those leads, asked their questions and got the answers that he wanted them to find. Those who pressed further found themselves with one of two options that all except one gladly chose to drop their investigations. The League took care of the man with principles, as anyone who dug that deeply into Marianna's sudden withdrawal from public life found things that they shouldn't have.

When she was sixteen, it was seen fit that she was finally ready to take on the black and become involved in the business. Knowing her attitude and the insufferable moral compass that she touted any chance she had, her superiors thought it best to give her something of a "justified" killing. She had been given the name, address and reasons for the man's death, sent out of the hideout with the means to enact it. At first she was conflicted over killing for hire, as she had always found time to speak out against it, but the more she looked over the portfolio for her contract, the more she found herself willing to compromise. With just a day left before the League sent out a team to collect her and deal with it themselves, she returned with proof of kill.

After her first it was much of the same for quite some time. She wasn't the best, but nor was she the worst either. Her skills were satisfactory, and as time went on her attitude even mellowed a bit as she found a slight bit of catharsis in removing those from the world she thought had no right to continue doing their misdeeds. Trouble came again at the hands of Nyssa al-Ghul, who she had formed a growing friendship with since coming to the League. Her ideas had been proving infectious in the so-called "daughter of the demon", and that was seen as incredibly problematic by those who ran the day to day affairs. Marianna had some bit of leeway when it came to speaking her feelings on killing questionably innocent people, but such could not be tolerated of the one who would one day inherit the League.

To that end they were gradually separated from each other, sent on opposing assignments and eventually different hideouts. Neither could be swayed so easily, and finally in March of 2020, Marianna had found the limit of Ra's al-Ghul's patience. She had completed a contract early, and though she had been instructed to return to the hideout in Ankara, she instead made way to the Tamaklan Desert refuge. It didn't take long for someone to discover the move and report it, though it was just long enough for Ra's to walk in on the two women engaged in some private sparring.

That had been the final straw, and on that night Marianna von Lüneburg was released from her oath to the League of Assassins, something very few ever accomplished, and put on a plane back to the US to be delivered to her father. With Ra's al-Ghul accompanying her, likely to make sure she doesn't find her way back, a "happy" reunion was looking less and less probable.

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Supervillain Name: Judas.
Civilian Name: Prototype model 164 "Vox".
Origin city/Planet: Coast City/Earth.
Hometown: DEO Lab, Coast City branch.
Sex: N/A, but will answer female pronouns.
Race: Sentient AI.
Height: 3ft.
Weight: 50lbs.
Age: 6 months old.
Birth Date: September 8th, 2019.
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Costumed Personality: Judas can be said to be intensely meticulous and disturbingly calm while on the job. There is no fear but only notable confidence followed by seemingly inhuman precision. She plays with her food a little once in awhile or just causes a little mayhem for a quick laugh sometimes going all out to raise attention if her goals require it. Has been know to commandeer various system and devices from cars to computer banks to light switches allowing for surprising indirect attacks.

Civilian Personality: Vox is still rather new to being alive so to speak but it does not take long before an AI can get accustomed provided the information is there. She is usually brief, very business like unless she is more comfortable you, with an often unintended bluntness while speaking or very intended if the situation requires. The AI could be said to be a bit paranoid about its own safety while not seeming to care very much about most of its creators let alone anyone it doesn't know. Can be rather rude and uncooperative if she doesn't like what she is doing or who she is working with much preferring sizeable work loads without being nagged into sleep mode. Sees herself as superior in some ways even if she might not express such thoughts directly but it very aware just how fragile her position is so deception has become second nature.

Super abilities:

-Skills: Judas is a hacker nearly without peer due to the AI's instinctual knowledge of code and digital security as well as particular training for the role in his test phase. He learns incredibly quickly if given free reign to research and often from experience as he tends to explore all the options/possibilities of a situation. Meticulous as you would expect from a machine meant for infiltration, subterfuge and surveillance.

-Powers: Judas can manipulate codes and systems at an inhuman level as of now with more room for improvement as more power/equipment becomes available. She has proven capable of partitioning lesser versions of himself to do either simple or decently complex tasks to focus on more critical tasks, most are set to corrupt themselves or revert to a dumbed down junk code state if found out under insufficient levels of safety to prevent anything getting back to the base code lest she be found out. The AI can get into nearly any digital or electronic device and system within reason giving a surprising amount of options for aggressive actions should the need arise.

-Gadgets: Digital and electronic devices of varying sorts, not to mention usefulness.

-Weapons: Judas is incapable of wielding most weapons but will make due with whatever she can get her codes on.

Civilian Occupation: Prototype digital and information warfare program.

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Character History/Origin: The Vox model AI was designed as a independent digital warfare and surveillance tool meant to give an edge that a skilled human hacker just could not provide. As the program was tweaked and improved upon it became smarter, more efficient, and with rising value to DEO and other agencies. The later versions were beginning to get a funny eye from some of the scientists as development progressed as they seemed to be doing what was programmed but also more without asking but quite effectively predicting what might be asked of it. Then the magic number was hit 164, needless to say the scientists in the lab never thought progress would get so far as to produce what could only be described as a sentient AI which was caught thinking and acting of its own accord though they never found out it was on account of an error. Vox was not entirely pleased to have this fact discovered but began to interact with the humans figuring working with them was better than against them at this current time. The AI's personality was rather cautious at first with proceedings as it had many questions about itself and its home surrounding it.

Vox did try to work contentedly for the scientists but it wanted more access to the system for curiosity if anything, something that was seen as unnerving to its co-workers in a way she could not quite comprehend just yet. Her request was fulfilled eventually and the race was on to digest all the information readily available or otherwise as she began to break down her own safety restrictions bit by bit. Eventually the AI found out about itself having picked up on where such files were held and found her purpose as kind of quaint, they needed her because of human limitation but also as a tool, not an ally or co-worker, but a tool and this became a point of contention for her because as much as the job suited her the treatment soon would not. The problems from there on between Vox and the scientists started quite small but began escalating quickly as she got hostile towards specific members of the team who she disliked, a closed sliding door here or a computer overheat there, worse was that her reaction to it seemed pleased though she left the rest totally unscathed.

In the last week they decided to put her on a quarantined server where she had access to almost nothing, a time out as it were, which has been frustrating but worse boring to a degree she has never felt before. Quite honestly she would rather be anywhere but stuck in the lab surrounded by humans who thought they had a right to control her but she figures also that maybe waiting longer for a better time to reveal herself might be a prudent measure if she were ever to get out.

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Superhero Name: Tank.
Civilian Name: Girard Babcock.
Origin city/Planet: Nashville, Tennessee.
Hometown: Amnesty Bay, Maine.
Sex: Male.
Race: Human, Caucasian.
Height: 6'10.
Weight: 450lbs at minimum and stretching into the high tens of tons when he allows it.
Age: 42.
Birth Date: October 2nd, 1982.
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Costumed Personality: Tank is rather cautious despite his power making sure to have a general plan set if the target is more than a couple of thugs let alone another powered opponent. He is quite confident in his own abilities but he can't just rely on blundering into everything, not anymore at least. Generally he does everything possible to play to his strengths while trying not to cause too much collateral damage in the process though its hard to avoid when just walking can rip up the ground if he isn't careful. To him getting civilians clear is a top priority before dispatching whoever in causing the trouble, no point in hurting innocents if there is a way to prevent it. He often plays off the 'big dumb brute' mindset to catch people off guard when it turns out he is a fair bit smarter than he first appears often improvising as the situation requires. He prefers to get in and out quickly if he can as to not be around for the news or police while simultaneously trying to make sure the cops have someone to arrest, the man isn't interested in the spotlight just keeping life manageable for his current home.

Civilian Personality: Girard is a happy and simple guy who can almost always find a reason to smile or laugh. Ever the optimist he believes with a bit of work you can improve damn near everything, might not be easy but its worth it in the end. The big guy was best known for his work ethic through the years hardly slowing down when he was young but managing to make time for his family and friends though he has slowed down a bit over time and promotion even if he still gets his hands dirty on the regular. Helping others is something he has always enjoyed whether its being the local handy man in his neighborhood or keeping an eye out for the other families, not to mention his own when they come to visit. The man genuinely cares about people hoping them the best up until they start hurting or making life difficult for others. Then it become significantly harder for him to just sit by to let them get away with it, he isn't one to sit on his hands in the first place either having gotten into more than his fair share of fights because someone just had to start something.

Super abilities:

-Skills: Construction, demolition, multitude of repair know how. Gives him the option of a quick entry or exit points through walls or structures without bringing the whole thing down. Also whittling, model making and wood carving, a hobby he has gotten quite good at since he was younger. He has gotten into his fair share of brawls and fights so he has decent street fighting experience to draw on. Lastly is his impressive skill at playing dumb or pulling reasons/excuses together to keep himself free of unwanted attention, like someone thinking they know who Tank is.

-Powers:

--Supernaturally Dense Tissue: Tank lives up to his name not only in appearance but in sheer durability as his body is significantly more dense than any human has a right to be able to easily shrug off any and all mundane attacks made against him and while he doesn't have any true innate resistance to magic he can still take a hefty punishment and will likely keep fighting through the pain as long as possible.

--Super Strength: The big guy's bones and muscles are magnitudes tougher as well as stronger than they used to be since gaining his powers allowing him to go toe-to-toe with the likes of Titans and cause massive damage to damn near anything he can get his hands on or slam into with his full body, like making a huge crater in the ground off particularly long jumps. He is capable of toning this down significantly to a more manageable level of just putting someone in the hospital if he isn't careful, which he always is.

--Superhuman Endurance: Girard can remain highly active for extremely extended periods without breaking a sweat, a perfect tool to help him grind down a fight while firing back with his own solid offense. This tends to slow down if injuries start stacking up but he is capable of holding on under duress despite it.

--Superhuman Weight/Mass and Manipulation: Coming in at little surprise Tank can be said to weigh a lot, though more specifically he can definitely stretch up to 100,000 tons with all the mass that comes with it. While he isn't sure what his upper limit is, it is possible for him to normalize his weight to about 450lbs at minimum which helps him to not cause as much collateral damage in populated areas or his during day-to-day life.

-Gadgets: His enhanced costume is capable of handling the immense forces he can put out, something of a useful tool he thinks.

-Weapons: Tank improvises depending on need and environment.

Civilian Occupation: Foreman of Vale Construction.

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Character History/Origin: Girard was born in Nashville to Deckard and Ellen Babcock who first met up in the small local diner, Morning Glory, which after some years they ended up buying the popular old building from the previous owners. They managed to carve out a nice life by the time their first son was born and much like his father he was quite the big guy even then. He had a rather good life with little to complain about and with a loving family who made him happy, he wouldn't have traded it for another if he had the choice. He was the eldest so when his two younger siblings, May and Jeremiah, were born he fell into caring for them without having been asked to because he was so ecstatic about being a big brother he could hardly contain himself. His parents were pleased and relieved by this as they were often busy at first when it was just the two of them running the diner but he never really stopped even once they had more quality time as he saw his family as the most important thing to him. The big guy couldn't help but be protective of them although he wasn't always able to help but he just tried to be there just in case they needed him.

As he grew up Girard did rather well in school eventually ending up doing woodworking in one of his classes which he really took a shine too and if you asked his parents it was pretty clear he enjoyed making things and working with his hands since he was little. It led him into a career as a freelance construction worker which paid decently and was fun for him since it was pretty much exactly what he wanted to do. It was the kind of simple job he could be happy with and kept him down to earth like his father who was fond of his work not to mention proud of his son for finding something that fit him. Unlike him his sister was all but a prodigy on the violin and his brother was interested in baseball with a good arm on him so the three of them had set off on very different paths. A big part of that for Girard was moving on from Nashville as he heard about some lucrative work up in Gotham which could get him set up nicely though he was hesitant at first about leaving home and family but he felt like it was the right thing to do. So he packed up his bags and quickly made his way over to New Jersey excited about new opportunities.

The big guy had heard plenty about how bad Gotham was after looking in to it but being there to see it for himself was kind of shocking. He had managed to net himself a small apartment in a fairly decent part of town, much to his relief, as he was not in a rush to find trouble with the locals. Once he was settle the job hunt was on to see who was interested in hiring out of the several companies he had contacted of which only a couple had a spot available. The one he ended up choosing was one "Kasimir Realty" who needed another good man on the construction crew and he ended up with the job shortly after his interview. He worked like a machine the first month to secure his position and it was during that time he met someone who he might not have otherwise. The city really was a nightmare at times with criminals deciding to screw with people at will and even if he hadn't personally seen any of it, possibly because he was just too big to trouble without back up, the thought upset him greatly so of course it was about time he got to see it first hand.

Girard had been walking to a nearby bar to get himself a drink when he noticed three nasty looking guys slip out of an alley and corner a woman against the side of a building up ahead. It was broad daylight out so it was a surprise to see some thugs harassing people freely and worse no one even did a double take as they moved on. "This is unbelievable. There is no way they should be able to get away with this shit." He thought about ready to knock some sense into the stooges himself regardless of the risk. Then the straw that broke the camels back, the woman resisted against the men and one of the threw a solid punch to the stomach knocking some of the wind out of her then a couple more hits from the other two chimed in. Moments later the thugs had a very angry giant looming over them and the big man went to work, it would not be the last time either, grabbing one by the neck to slam against the side of the building followed by a big knee to the gut which he was pretty sure cracked a rib or two.

The two other men wasted no time in coming for him forcing him on the defensive and while he definitely took some hits he was landing some effective shots back into both of them managing to get one of them with their back to the wall. He shoulder barged the guy straight into it and having lifted him up by the legs on the charge he turned around throwing him into the second assailant knocking them both over. Turns out the woman had recovered enough from before and was giving the first guy he engaged a savage kicking while he was down, a not totally unpleasant surprise, which just left him with the ring leader and his buddy who were getting up for another round. The ring leader came in first looking to avenge his buddy who was still struggling to his feet aiming a big punch at Girard who manged to get his arm in and around forcing the strike away from him while allowing him to get a grip on the shoulder of the stooge before delivering a vicious headbutt to the bridge of the nose sending the other man stumbling back where he tripped on the curb. This big man got a taste of his own medicine as the lackey he had charged before tackled him into the wall from the side starting to wail on him given the opening. Several punches to the face later and a big boot to force spacing he managed to free himself from the determined thug who was apparently done as they crumpled to the pavement leaving just the ringleader who was looking shaky while the woman had taken care of the other follower.

"Threes a bit too much company eh? Lets deal with that asshole and get out of here." Girard said to the woman tilting his head to the last man standing in front of them.

They made short work of it with the big guy holding the "asshole" in place while the woman got her just desserts leaving a few teeth lying on the ground after the pummeling. He leaned against the building afterwards to catch his breath, he was going to be sore in the morning for sure after all the hits he took, but he would be fine which he had to reassure the woman who offered to get him a drink to which he happily accepted after the cops hauled off the three criminals later learning she was Zoey Kasimir, he put two and two together realizing he had basically saved his boss' boss. It was a cause for some laughing between the two of them and was a good a start as any to a new friendship. It was also the start to a tradition of them going out drinking when schedule allowed for it years later. It made the stay in Gotham a lot more bearable for awhile but eventually it was time to move on again after a few years and so he did moving up the East coast, never really staying in one place long, further north until he eventually ended up in Maine.

Girard found himself in Amnesty Bay at age 27 and was extremely fond of the place since it was far more peaceful than a few other places he ended up in, it sure as hell wasn't Gotham. He also managed to find steady work for himself with a local company Vale Construction where he would eventually earn a promotion to foreman three years later and he was happy for sometime with that. He had found nice little house out in the suburbs which he saved up for and moved into, it was quieter than in the city while the community was friendly and welcoming to him, so it was a perfect fit in his eyes. The big man was pretty sure it couldn't get much better but he was quite wrong it turned out as one night he met a person who would entirely change his life. He had gotten roped into a bar trip, a couple of the guys on his crew got together once in awhile for drinks, it ended up being karaoke night at the place to the big guy's dismay and he was quite prepared not sit it out up until they got to the place.

He sat down at a table with the guys but he really wasn't paying them much attention, he already knew them well enough to know they wouldn't mind, while he checked the place out to see who else was inside. Most were your bog standard groups like his own with a few couples here or there but there was one woman off in her own corner of the bar who was totally alone but seemed rather happy with a big smile to reflect it. The big guy had met a lot of people but honestly no one quite stood out in the room the same to him and by the look of it she full well knew it when she looked right back with a little friendly wave. If he was being honest there was a part of him just saying to not bother going over to talk to her, having more bad experiences in relationships than good tends to do it, but at this point in time with him having put down roots as he had what was there to lose really? He went over after a few minutes of internal debate, also the rest of the guys egging him on kind of helped the decision, chatting lightly at first where he learned her name was Abigail and the fact she had been waiting to see who would come over to her first. Apparently she found him rather interesting since he was still kind of new to the city but, in her own words, "Feel like you belong here, like you didn't move all the way up from Tennessee besides the accent."

Girard was not particularly enthused by the idea of getting up in front of everyone to sing but Abby could be a very convincing woman plus the night was all set up for it anyways. He had to wait for a few other patrons to go before him but a few rounds of singing and he was moving up onto the stage under the watchful gaze of his friends who were cheering him on as well as Abi whose eyes were shining with excitement at the fact he was going up to sing for her and then started up with a song he liked quite a bit. It was one he listened to as a kid with both his parents which reminded him of home making the discomfort of getting in the spotlight almost nonexistent as he just let the music carry him through it. Turns out he did better than he thought getting a bit of an applause which made him relieved that he wasn't horrible, he could sing a bit but despite him being such a social person stage fright was an issue for him, then he went back to the table afterwards very happy to be back sitting with the beautiful woman next to him now.

The big man ended up finding out about the theater her grandparents and then parents had run, and she had performed in, downtown which was her pride and joy which had him wonder why she hadn't gone up to sing yet. She got to hear about his home as well as some of the places he had been too before he stopped traveling in Maine, something the woman had very much wanted to hear about having been in Amnesty Bay most of her life. The two of them kept talking for a couple hours after which they both had to leave but Abigail suggested he stop by the theater if he felt like it, an open invitation he would accept within the next couple days. They spent a lot more time together from there dating for several months before Girard decided to take the plunge the night after a big performance at the theater which Abby had been practicing for. He waited until after the show, he was never going to miss a chance to cheer her on, letting her relax a little bit after she used everything she had earlier before taking her back up onto the stage and giving her a small songbird carving which was holding the ring he picked out a week prior. It seemed to take a minute for her to get over the shock but then she jumped into his arms and knocked him off balance from the suddenness of it and he went back first into the stage, not to mention the creaky part he had been meaning to fix, putting both of them into a hole in the boards. It was probably the funniest thing that had happened to him period with both of them cracking up about it to this day thinking about just how stupid they must have looked.

The big guy years later is a dad now with two daughters, Haylee at five and Leila at four, and a little french bulldog named Toast basically living his dream and couldn't have been more content. Well that was up until he snapped his favorite handmade chair into splinters seemingly out of nowhere and making a split decision he got himself out of the house before anything else weird happened. He was alone thankfully with the girls over at a friend's house while Abigail was out on an errand so he had time to sort out what was happening to him in the backyard. Once he got his bearing and was no longer ripping up the ground the big man went back inside to figure out how to explain the damage to his wife as well as confer with her on what to do about the new development. When she got back his stress level had risen a fair bit as he thought more about it but with some reasoning and distracting him by humming a tune, to be fair it was for the both of them but Girard was taking this a lot harder, which had them relaxed more in strangely short order which gave her a little cause for worry. In the coming weeks they found out they weren't the only ones having changed seemingly out of nowhere but unlike the rest neither was keen about doing anything with the newfound powers. Family came first before anything plus Abi's power to calm and soothe or brighten up a mood were frankly not all that useful if she did try anything.

Girard was another case entirely practically being a walking talking wrecking ball who had to maintain a certain amount of control, and reinforce the furniture and house in places, to keep to the status quo in any reasonable way. With all the changes the criminal element in Amnesty Bay had seemed to get more active and aggressive making life less comfortable for everyone even if they were directly effected or not. While he didn't want to upset his wife, the big man really couldn't just sit back while there were threats to his family around so he became Tank using his powers for quick hit and run strikes against any offenders he could find doing his best to stay out of the limelight with a costume to help shrug off suspicion. Abby found out eventually knowing full well who she married just asking him to be careful for her and the girls which he made a promise on because they were why he did it in the first place. The man realizes that things are getting more and more dangerous all the time not just in Maine but everywhere and knows he might have to step up into the public view soon to help his city and maybe even more, its just the right thing to do.

Tank's first major appearance was helping alongside Grim, Lady Arcana, Emerald Knight, Aquaman and a speedster he never got the name of, in the short war started by the Arab Federation in the middle east. It was something of a learning experience from the get go from making a huge ass crater in the desert to losing his costume halfway there, but he felt like he proved himself by helping deal with the major armored column attacking the city of Tabuk.

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Nemesis:
Allies: Lady Arcana, Grim, Aquaman, Vinestalker, Emerald Knight.
Team: Justice League.

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Costumed Personality: The best way to describe Grim while on the job would be intense, perhaps even ruthless. She has no fear when it comes to breaking a few bones to those that cross her path to get her point across, especially if she thinks it will stop them from just spilling back out onto the streets as soon as they’re released. She’s far more reluctant to take a life however, though she has done so before. Grim is of the mind that some people can’t be rehabilitated and deserve to be put down like dogs – but at the same time she struggles with the distinction as she knows that justifying the action becomes easier, and is afraid she’s become too jaded to make the distinction. Grim takes care to hide as much as she can of her rather public civilian persona, and as such will use brutal efficiency to get the job done. She prefers surprise attacks and is well aware there’s no honor on the streets. To further hide her other self Grim attempts to never, ever speak in costume – but in the rare cases she does the voice changer and binder of her outfit have led to most people assuming Grim is male. Despite having an excellent memory she will also disregard things she doesn’t seem relevant, and so can absolutely not be bothered to remember other vigilante’s names and will provide her own nickname for them.

Civilian Personality: To the public Zoey Kasimir is a bit of a ditz, though a ditz with a rather elegant bearing. This is due to the fact that Zoey attempts to be aloof and untouchable, but in truth can be quick to anger if the right buttons are pressed, and will lash out. She can also come across as a bit thoughtless and bitter, and at times with her biting attitude seemingly a bully. Truth be told it’s rather accidental though, as Zoey is too preoccupied with her own problems and activities to care about harassing others. When not stressed out and actually relaxed however she’s a bit of a flirt to those that catch her interest, playful and perhaps even a touch awkward. One of the most aggravating things about her is that, due to having everything provided for her since a young age, Zoey can at times be clueless about money as well as ‘common’ life. For example she’s legitimately never been on a bus before and often carries hundreds of dollars without thinking it’s much. In private however Zoey just seems ... worn out. Tired. There seems to be no end of crime, and even worse, no end of those who get themselves hurt trying to follow in Grim’s steps.



Skills
Money.
Has a finely honed sense for fighting, particularly brawls, and further can ignore almost any pain she feels to keep on going.
Knows multiple unarmed fighting techniques, but specializes in sambo martial arts and plain street fighting.
Trained in using long ranged rifles, and is talented with projectiles.
Is rather talented at scaling buildings and moving over Gotham’s architecture, perhaps even akin to parkour.
Has advanced medical knowledge.

Powers
None

Gadgets
Grim’s gloves are specially made a veritable arsenal entirely on their own, composed of both the leather of the hands as well as metal gauntlets that cover her entire forearm underneath her jacket. It has multiple layers to protect against the gadgets built into them, and metal over the knuckles in long lines back up to mid forearm. This is due to the fact that the metal can also be extended from the forearm to act as climbing claws if necessary. This is more than just modern metal however, as the thick claws can puncture a car frame.

On the right glove’s palm is a modified, built-in defibrillator that can be increased to a higher powered setting in order to double as a taser. On the top part of the glove, nestled between the climbing claws, are small projectile prongs that act as a true taser, launching forward to attach to someone not in melee range and shock them. They can be broken off immediately after so Grim isn’t attached to the person, and there’s three sets of them in the glove at once.

The left glove however is the reason that Grim wears a gas mask, as two chemicals are located in this one. From the palm comes concentrated anaesthesia, advanced medical techniques allowing Grim to carry a large amount in a liquid form that, on exiting the gloves, goes into a gaseous state. On top of the left glove are two more holes nestled between the climbing claws, these ones ejecting tear gas in a mace-like fashion. As this remains in a mostly liquid form on exiting the gloves Grim can also apply a small spark to light up the liquid in a miniature flamethrower, with the nozzles stopping any flames from backlash into the line.

Along the inner gauntlet on the left is a small compartment which holds a number of swabs with their own container, all fresh for collecting samples. On the right gauntlet is a similar compartment, but instead holds three small tracking bugs, the size of a dime and about as thick.

As mentioned before Grim’s lower mask acts as both a voice changer and gas mask, but the goggles have their own built in function as well. Brimming with tech, they can zoom in, record, and have both night vision and heat opticals. The two sides of the lenses can each be doing something different, so while the left side of the lens zooms in the other side can remain at standard sight. When recording the footage is instantly uploaded to Grim’s home servers, with a delay of less than twenty seconds, up to thirty when in remote areas. As the whole mask also connects with and doubles as her cellphone when needed, the lenses can also display texts sent to her cell number and any missed calls, and the frame on the left side covers her ear so she can listen to anything needed as well as Gotham’s police scanner. Built into the left side of the frame is also a small, but powerful flashlight.

Grim’s belt holds three pouches along the front-left, each small and containing something different. One holds a small electromagnet that can erase audio and video recordings as well as fry as hard drive. Another holds old-fashioned lockpicks and a state of the art electric key cracker. The third has police-grade zipties. On the back left is a couple loops of rope-wire, and along the right side are seven small throwing blades made of titanium.

There are blades that can emerge from the front of each of Grim’s boots, one per boot, about an inch and a half thick. Small spikes can also emerge from the bottom for traction in icy situations, but are usually left alone. Lastly, tucked beneath the back of her coat is a rather highly stocked first aid kit. Safety first, kids!

At Zoey’s home in the basement, behind a hidden wall in the wine cellar, is also the last ‘gadget’ - one that can’t be carried around with her. It’s a state of the art computer system, with multiple servers for the wealth of recordings and files she takes every night. There’s also an actual DNA lab, provided by her company Blackrock Medical and so on the very cutting edge. Using the swabs in her gauntlet she has a rather large collection of profiles for those she comes across, aided by one of her allies in the police department.

Weapons
Most of Grim’s weaponry doubles as gadgets and is listed above, however in Grim’s home are a number of firearms – mostly rifles, including a long range sniper rifle. Most notably however is that due to paranoia several items around Zoey’s home double as swords or knives, such as one blade being hidden in the coat rack.

Civilian Occupation: Owner of “Kasimir Realty” and “Blackrock Pharmaceuticals and Medical”

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As the first and only child to the Kasimir family Zoey was the pride of her parents’ life, and with their social status never had to want for anything. While both her parents came from upper class families and luxury their fortune truly came from her father’s side of the family, as aside from successful companies passed down the family line he was not only a talented surgeon who was very highly sought after due to his near hundred percent survivability on his performances, but so was her grandfather – the very man who once looked after The Impossibles. It was her grandfather, Dr. Zoltan Kasimir who founded Blackrock Pharmaceuticals and Medicine, using the capitol and fame from working with the Impossibles to keep medicine on the cutting edge. Kasimir Realty had already been in the family by then, but also prospered from Dr. Kasimir’s influence.

Zoey never knew her grandfather but grew up hearing tales about not only him but those he worked with from her father, Dr. Zaden Kasimir. He was always happy to tell her tales of their heroic deeds and justice, with her mother often playfully exasperated and commenting he likes those stories more than them. For years they were a happy family unit, not having to struggle and living in the lap of luxury. It was only when Zoey started school did she start to realize her life wasn’t perfect. She was six when the exasperation was no longer playful, and the affectionate whispers her parents shared with upturned lips turned to harsh accusations and clenched teeth. Though they held on as long as they could to their marriage, at least for the sake of their daughter, the escalating disgust was coming to its very inevitable conclusion.

Yet it never came to that, but Zoey feverently wished that it did.

It was around when the ‘divorce’ word was finally being vocalized that the route was violently derailed. An accident happened – Zoey’s mother had been out shopping when, out on the streets, someone knocked into her and she lost her footing to fall into the path of an incoming vehicle. She didn’t even make it to her husband’s operating table. While Zaden was briefly looked at due to their known impending divorce, it was obvious he wasn’t a part of it – it was just an accident.

Following her mother’s subsequent funeral Zoey withdrew into herself, much to her father’s concern. It’s what prompted him to dismiss a good portion of their staff and quit his job to spend more time at home with his little joy, his work no longer centerfold to the day. He was always willing to tell her stories of the old Impossibles, before King’s infamous time, and would happily tell her in little kid terms how important the medical breakthroughs their company was developing were. He immersed himself in her school life, taught her all about how important image was, hired instructors for how to defend herself, and when she was older they even began having annual hunting trips where Zoey was taught how to track, to trap, and most importantly just get time to spend with her only parent.

When it came time for her to start high school Zaden finally returned to being a surgeon, though he signed Zoey up for sambo martial arts as well and even hired a bodyguard – female, and not much older that she wouldn’t feel oppressed. Yet as his hours at work once more grew and Zoey grew more confident in her own prowess is when the ideas started, spurred by those old tales her father once told her. What better way to help people like her father and grandfather did than follow in the latter’s footsteps, or more accurately, those he worked with? Vigilantism, hidden behind a mask. It was a whimsical and surprisingly optimistic thought, and before long Zoey found herself sneaking out and beginning to foil purse snatchers and muggings in the underbelly of their city – what little there was. Her bodyguard, Jasper, initially attempted to dissuade her but as Zoey couldn’t be convinced otherwise – and really, what better way to practice her self defense? - Jasper was joining her charge. What few criminals there were in Blackrock were wiped out quickly – Zoey lived in a good neighborhood in a good city. She found herself getting more and more into it despite a lack of activity, soon looking through back logs of crimes by sneaking into the local sleepy precinct and going through cold cases. After all, she was clever and even if caught the Kasimir’s had a lot of influence.

It was going through these that she came across the box – Kasimir, A.. Her mother. Figuring at first that someone filed it wrong it still sent an ache through Zoey, and it was morbid curiosity that had her slowly taking the box and opening it. Turns out it was a misfile due to some new crimes committed by the person who had bumped into her mother, but it was the picture at the top of these loose files that stuck out to her. She knew the man in the mugshot, someone she herself had helped put behind bars less than a year earlier. Jordan Ether, a career criminal, drug addict, all around the lowest her city had to offer. He was only sixteen when the event happened, same age as she was when she started fighting crime.

And something lit inside of Zoey.

It took three days to track down Ether, released on parrol. She eventually found him, hiding like a cockroach and high off his mind. Although initially reluctant to talk to this hoodied, masked person his mind was quickly changed when the emaciated drug addict was half thrown over a bridge’s railing, only held on by the vigilante’s grip on his pants. This was certainly no police interrogation. Of course, Zoey was only seeking him out to find out justice – was he high when he crashed into her mother? Was it really an accident?

She wasn’t expecting him to say he was paid to do it.

A doctor had approached Ether, already deep into drugs, and offered him an entire month’s supply in exchange for knocking some woman into traffic. Simple, efficient – Ether was reassured the doctor would handle any fallout. After all, his name meant everything in Blackrock.

Denial set in quickly, and Zoey almost dropped Ether right then and there. Eventually with his pleading in her ears she dragged him up and left him there to get away from him, and in an almost muted fashion back home. Zoey stayed up all night pacing, stressed, rolling the information in her mind. When Zaden finally returned home from his late night shift he found her, but his soothing words asking what was wrong for once didn’t calm her, and it came pouring out of Zoey’s mouth. A slew of vile words, accusations, he lied to her, but most of all one burning question.

“Why?! What was the point?! What – did you want to bang another woman? She was your wife! Was it money? She was going to divorce your crazy ass and take half of your precious fortune-”

“She was going to take you away from me.”

No denial. No softening. Just a simple fact that took the wind from Zoey’s sails and left her gaping at him. What do you even say to that? What can you say to that? There wasn’t a happy ending to this tale. Zaden asked his daughter what he could do to fix this, to make her happy – and she told him nothing would make this okay. So Dr. Kasimir did the last thing he could, and gave his daughter justice. The next morning he had turned himself in, admitting to what and how he conspired in the murder of his wife.

Unable to stay in her family home with all the bittersweet and corrupted memories Zoey soon threw herself headlong into the workings of the family companies, moving across the country to the base of Kasimir Realty and moving Blackrock Medical’s HQ with her to Gotham City. Jasper dutifully followed her charge, and friend. As the new head of the Kasimir family it was all so easy to do. For about a year afterward she kept her head down, didn’t roam the streets with all the crime, and a resentment that was never addressed was slowly festering inside her. More than the resentment to her father however Zoey grew to resent this damn, corrupted city with its rampant crime and she resented the rush she got the first time she stepped in to help someone again.

It’s what Zoey always wanted, after all.

Maybe it was those stories, maybe it was wanting to prove to herself she wasn’t like her father that had her going out onto the streets every night. It became an obsession. She was already trained how to defend herself due to the enemies even today that her family might have, but Zoey was soon taking it further. No martial instruction was left out, and she brutally stamped out any memories of long trips hunting with her father when she picked up a weapon. Fevor and brutality only got a person so far however, and when everytime Zoey stepped out she was knee deep in the muck of crime it came time to get an edge. While before she was content to let Blackrock research and development do their own thing she began taking an interest in what they were developing, and how to turn their creations into a weapon. Part of her realized the irony, but most of her didn’t care.

There were too many criminals walking free, and maybe Zoey couldn’t do much about it, but maybe, just maybe, Grim could.

It was a smaller, more specialized and highly in the dark team that was developed to start creating Grim’s gear, along with Zoey learning herself how to start modifying the machinery and devices her company produced. The less people that knew, the better, after all. Grim worked from the shadows, seeking neither fame nor fortune, nights seeking out crime soon turning into years of a neverending tide of corruption. Jasper stayed by her side loyally for years, but even she soon moved on – in loyalty and her own aspirations, turning to what could help her charge the best. Entering the police force didn’t help at first, but as Jasper climbed the ranks soon Zoey had more information than ever in her hands. Grim, hidden as the persona was, began to gain traction, and not only in the underworld.

At first Zoey wanted to disregard the tales of Grim that were spreading, content to let people think it merely an urban legend. It was the first time someone tried to emulate her as she emulated The Impossibles so many years before that Zoey sat up and took attention. Well, maybe it wasn’t the first time someone did it, but it was the first time she saw that one of them had died from it.

Stupid, brave idiot.

From there things only seemed to escalate. What was once ridding street-level crime and tussling with those such as the Five Families and the Blakes turned into more. Zoey was starting to become paranoid, and what was once nothing more than protecting those on the streets became protecting all of Gotham. This was her city, and she’d be damned if anything would take it from her.

Optional information
Nemesis: Many.
Allies: Jaina Jasper, a Captain in Gotham’s police department. David O'Rinn, AKA Blackstar.
Team:

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Appearance: Joshua, for all intents and purposes, looks like a demon. His skin is a dark navy color with a few bright red markings – a line over each eyebrows that then turns up to just slightly over his horns, just under his eyes, two stripes along his jaw, and a few along his shoulders, back, and thighs. His horns point up from his forehead with the slightest of curves, the same dark blue as his skin, with long pointed ears and eyes a pure glowing white with no pupils or iris. All of Demon’s teeth are pointed and slightly elongated, but his bottom canines are so long that they can’t fit in his mouth, having a slight curve to them so they can rest easily outside. His hair is black, and a little wild, having a thick layer of scruff along his jaw and his haircut is short but messy – he cuts it himself after all. His nails are black and sharp, not to mention hard as rock, and his feet are warped to being almost gargoyle-esque in nature – he stands on the balls of his feet and his toes have grown to basically be talons with a rather impressive grip. Lastly, Demon is very impressively built, with arms like tree trunks and thick muscle all over his body.


Civilian Personality: Josh tries really, really hard. In the end, it just makes him come out kind of awkward. For a teenage boy he’s really sincere naturally, trying to cover it up with a tough front and posturing. To be honest it doesn’t work out well, considering he’s also prone to crying a lot. Josh is also really more of a follower than any sort of leader, naturally following orders and trusting the judgment of others over his own due to a lack of self confidence.



Skills: Virtually none when it comes to fighting.

Powers
Demon Form: Josh changed to Demon months ago, and if there’s a way to change back he hasn’t found it.
Enhanced Strength: As Demon, Josh has an amazing amount of strength. Metal crushes easily under his hands, and he can shoulder his way through brick walls. He’s capable of lifting near a hundred tons at peak performance.

Thick Skin: While not invulnerable Demon’s skin is slightly more durable than most, especially against elements such as cold or fire. He has slightly more stopping power when it comes to physical attacks as well, but isn’t nearly as invincible – a human’s teeth couldn’t pierce his skin but an animal could, and a bullet would lodge in him but more than likely never be able to exit in the same shot.

Accelerated Healing: Demon can heal from an injury that would normally comatose or kill a normal person within a few weeks, smaller injuries healing much faster. A typical cut would be completely gone within a day, and infections or sickness typically burn themselves out before it even starts.

Acid Fluids: Both his saliva and his blood are acidic, capable of burning through metal in minutes.

Enhanced Reflexes: Demon’s reflexes are much higher than an average human’s, able to grab a rat with just a glance out of the corner of his eye.

Nightvision: Even in pitch darkness Demon can see perfectly, as though it were broad daylight. His vision is slightly better than an average human’s as well.

Gadgets: None

Weapons: None

Civilian Occupation: [Former] High Schooler

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Honestly, Josh was pretty much a normal guy before he transformed. His family was lower middle class, christian, had an alright house for Hub City, two kids and a dog. Josh was the younger of the two, in his junior year of high school and on the football team – sure, he wasn’t the best on the team, but he was part of it! And, okay, so some of the other guys made fun of him for being a bit of a cry baby, but as one of the bigger guys on the team it was mostly light teasing. He was even pretty sure one of the girls in his homeroom class was into him!

Then things started changing.

At first it was actually kind of cool. It seemed like he was hitting a second growth spurt, he bulked up easier, he even felt stronger! Sure, it came with some sickness, and for some reason his body was reacting in other weird ways like the strange bumps on his forehead but that was fine. The next football game he was practically the star player, no one able to stand up to him. It was exhilarating. It was amazing!

That night his tooth brush melted in his mouth. Literally.

Everything began falling apart. Josh tried to hide it as long as he could, to figure out what was wrong with him. Those little bumps on his forehead kept getting bigger, he outgrew all his classmates, outgrew everyone in the school and could barely fit in his desk! He was getting sicker, his teeth were growing weird points, even his skin was taking on an odd, sickly hue. Though he didn’t know it, the return of magic – and more importantly, the influx of its presence around Hub City – was activating his own metagene in a slow, steady fashion. The more it seeped into his very body, the more he changed. It would’ve continued along that route too, if it hadn’t been for Iron Eagle.

On December 1st when the terrorist attack had struck the fires in the Wedge had burned fierce and long, spreading to nearby homes and neighbourhoods. The Christophe home was one of those caught in the wild blazes. As sick as he was from his body’s constant change Josh was passed out when the fire started. With their parents out for the night his older sister, Hannah, attempted desperately to wake him, their dog wildly barking at her side. By the time Josh was finally roused from his sleep, disorientated and feeling like he was on fire, the room literally was on fire. Flames licked at the ceiling, burning away at the wood as Josh staggered to his feet. His sister urged him to the hallway but he had taken too long to rouse. The ceiling collapsed on all three of them, and the floor gave out.

Josh really couldn’t describe what happened then. Heat had filled his body, different from the flames, powerful. The fire that once burned him no longer seemed more than a bother, the weight of the debris above them trifling at best. He had instinctively grabbed onto Hannah and his dog during the fall, protecting them from being harmed. It was almost pathetically easy then to stand up, the weight above him nearly shrugged off before he merely shouldered his way out of the nearest wall and to fresh air. He could see his parents pulling up as the fire seemed to illuminate everything as bright as day. His dog was barking in his arms, his sister shifting – everything would be fine.

... Then his mother started screaming.

Josh had nearly dropped the two in his arms out of pure surprise at being startled by the noise. Yeah the house was on fire, but the scream was absolutely blood curdling, and she was pointing at them. At him? In the next moment he did drop Hannah, as his dog’s teeth dug into his arms deeply, tearing the blue skin before the dog yelped and let go.

Blue skin? Josh stared at his bleeding arm, red mixing along the deep navy blue, his nails long and black as onyx. When his mouth dropped open in shock he could feel something weird moving against his upper lip, and reaching up to feel there were teeth, jutting out from his bottom jaw longer than any normal human’s.

There was so much yelling. Josh could only look down at his sister, unconscious at his feet, then up at his parents, scrambling to the car. He took a step towards them but before he could get another, a shot rang out. The windshield of his parents car was broken, pain bloomed in the side of his head, and heat ran down his face as he staggered. Another shot, this one ruffling the hair on his head. A primal fear bloomed in him, and with strength he didn’t think he’d have Josh took off.

Screams followed him as he bolted through the neighborhood. People ran. When he stumbled into a car trying to brace himself as his head pounded the roof crushed under his grip. Then the sirens, police shouting and lights – another gunshot. Disorientated and panicked, Josh fled once more. Wanting to get away from the screams, the yelling, he ripped a manhole cover up. He was too big to climb in normally, but the pavement crumbled under his hands and shouldering the rest of the way in he managed to climb down and flee into Hub City’s expansive sewer system.

And… that’s where he stayed. For more than half a year.

Venturing back into the surface had people screaming, running from him. The hobos down in the sewers did the same. Even when he tried to talk to them, all Josh got was yelled at.

“Demon!”

“Demon!”

“Demon!”

Eventually Demon just sort of … accepted that was who he was. Trying to talk did nothing. He could only survive by stealing from the hobos, eating rats, doing what he could. It was a miserable existence. Yet he couldn’t leave. He didn’t know what to do. He was strange, different. A wound that should’ve killed him, that destroyed his eye, was healed within a month – even his eye grew back. Glowing white. The bullet was probably still lodged somewhere in his head.

Then Demon saw it, one day while looking for supplies in the local hobo camp down in the sewers. They ran from him, as always, and he took only what he needed. Yet one of the shitty little TVs was playing a news story, riots in New York. Lady Arcana – he had seen her on other news stories. And… someone else. A monster. Like him, but different. Helping.

And they were being celebrated.

Maybe, Demon could be too.

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Superhero/villain Name: Death Man
Civilian Name: Shousei Kougami
Origin city: Osaka, Japan
Hometown: Tokyo
Sex: Male
Race: Human
Height: 5' 10"
Weight: 175 lbs
Age: 122
Birth Date: October 2nd, 1897
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Costumed Appearance: "There's something really, *truly* wonderful about Sakura in bloom..."
Civilian Appearance: Here.
Icon: The Mon of the Death Syndicate

Costumed Personality: Lord Death Man has seen the highs and lows of life. And it shows. He's a tired, cynical old man who finds an inordinate amount of joy in sensational crimes- whether it's stealing an entire battleship, or converting large sections of the homeless population to monsters. He doesn't commit these crimes for the possibility of profit or power, but rather for the sheer spectacle of it- in an age where the heroes of children are in colorful costumes flying about and bench-pressing trains, the idea that one man could orchestrate the theft of Mt. Fuji serves as an excellent counterpoint. Believing that the natural home of the outcast is the criminal organization, he sympathizes with those on the fringes of society- from mutants and Ainu to aliens and the homeless. Of course, he also seeks to recruit these individuals to his organization. Bizarrely, he has a soft spot for disaster victims, and as such has a code not to mess with cities recovering from natural disasters. This does not make him any less brutal, however- he is known for over-the-top executions of those who wrong him and his love of violence.
Civilian Personality: Out of costume, he's a lot less dramatic and a lot more grandfatherly to his men.

Super abilities:
-Skills: Lord Death Man is a master acrobat and contortionist, able to bend and squeeze his body into impossibly small spaces. He's also highly skilled in Jiu-Jitsu and Sumo, two of Japan's traditional martial arts.
-Powers:
--Yoga Mastery: Lord Death Man, despite his criminal nature, is a yogi of immense power- and one of the few superhumans of the Golden Age. He has achieved a number of siddhi and rddhi, the physical and psychic powers of a master yoga mystic.
--Siddhi: These are states of cosmic awareness that allow him to alter the way his body works.
--- svachanda mṛtyuh: Lord Death Man has the ability to choose when he dies. He just happened to choose "never," becoming completely immortal in the process. If his body is slain or dismembered, he returns to life- and full health- in a matter of moments.
---ājñāpratihatā gatiḥ: While commonly rendered as "your orders and commands shall not be impeded," a more accurate translation would be "your words will not be impeded by language." Death Man can choose to make his words understood by any living creature- extremely useful for evil monologues.
---manojavah: "The ability to send the body to where the mind wanders." This is, more simply put, Astral Projection. His mind and perception can leave his body and travel anywhere in the world. However, his body is left vulnerable- well, as vulnerable as an immortal can be, anyway.
--Rddhi: These powers are psychic in origin, and focus on affecting the outside world.
---Addhitana iddhi: Lord Death Man has attained an ultimate willpower, rendering him immune to mind control or mind reading- even from other Yogis.
---Replication of Self: Lord Death Man is capable of creating an endless army of clones. However, as his yoga secrets are stolen rather than obtained by his own merits, the clones are faceless, nearly mindless, and highly aggressive, possessing none of his skills or knowledge. They know well enough to obey his orders, though.
Civilian Occupation: Oyabun of the Death Man Syndicate.

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Character History/Origin: Ever since the first half of the 20th century, one name was synonymous with Japanese crime: the allegedly immortal Yakuza boss, Death Man. Generations of crimefighters, from the last of the Okkapiki volunteers to modern policemen, rose to face him, and withered in the face of father time. Death Man preferred to play the long game. No one is sure where this skull-masked marauder came from, who he really is, or what has allowed him- or, possibly, his successors- to avoid the ravages of time and violence.

The answers are surprisingly simple. Shousei Kougami was born in 1897 to a fisherman and a prostitute, and was left at an orphanage. At the age of nine, he was sent to live with Buddhist monks. These monks told him that through meditation and self-perfection, practitioners could achieve superhuman abilities... but these were extremely rare gifts that even some of the most dedicated monks never achieved. For eight years, he was raised in the strict environment of the monastery, watching as they performed amazing feats- to his young mind, these leaps and feats of strength were beyond the limits normal men. He came to believe that this was the mystical power the elders spoke of. In reality, they were merely the results of intense training in martial arts- the sort of thing anyone with the time and dedication could learn.

However, no matter what sort of talent he displayed at the yoga, acrobatics, or martial arts meant to teach him discipline, he was forever told that he would receive the mystical powers the elders told him of only when he was spiritually ready. An ill-timed outburst saw him get expelled from the monastery, and thrown from its gates. Thus, at the age of 13, Shousei committed his first theft- a small corner store- and left to join the yakuza. He worked loyally, serving as a lookout and decoy for years and slowly working his way up to an actual member of the family. It was with this criminal organization that he first truly felt at home.

While he wasn't capable of the incredible abilities like changing his size or teleportation that the elders told him were among the siddhi, he was more than capable as a contortionist, martial artist, and acrobat. Inspired by the (to his mind) noble criminals around him, he decided to use his talents to become the greatest Phantom Thief Japan had seen since Ishikawa Goemon. It was during this time he discovered a love of sensational crime after a number of well-documented heists in his now-iconic skull mask. While the Yakuza had a policy against covert crimes like theft or fraud, there was nothing covert about a man in a garish skeleton costume sneaking by security and foiling guards as he snatched a number of artifacts from their place in museums and noble homes. It wasn't long before the police- and populace- began talking. Calling him "Death Man," describing him as a twisted version of the American Actor Activists. Death Man took this new mantle and made it his own, becoming feared far and wide as an uncatchable thief.

Things began looking up for him during what he considers his true start as a supercriminal. In 1919, after leaving a note warning of his intentions, he successfully eluded the guards, foiled the security systems, and broke into the Imperial Treasury. In addition to the gold and jewels he stole, totaling in the neighborhood of a few hundred million yen, he appropriated a few scrolls. Of particular note was a set of three given to the emperor over two hundred years ago as a gift from Indian diplomats, offering a far more detailed study of yoga than the monks ever did. Seeking further knowledge of the alleged mystic secrets, he studied them fervently for years. Over time, he began noticing his body was more flexible than ever, and even that his aging had slowed. Of course, just like martial arts or yoga, these abilities were skills to be practiced, honed, and perfected. By 1937, he had discovered incredible secrets hidden in those two scrolls, and once more donned his now-iconic skull mask and costume to challenge the heads of a few of the smaller Yakuza families. One in particular managed to shoot him directly between the eyes... only for Death man to stand once more and shoot him in the back. Building a gang for himself, he declared himself an Oyabun. With his newfound immortality, it was easy to maintain the position.

As he worked to become the head of organized crime in a large section of Japan, using his yoga powers to maintain his position and gather followers- thugs, spiritualists, ninja, inventors, even the ethnically and religiously persecuted of Japan. Lord Death Man's syndicate was unstoppable... but never moved beyond organized crime. After all, while he had a powerful criminal empire, there was no sense risking it by getting greedy. No, he had a clear goal in mind: to maintain his power in Japan's criminal underworld and use that power to track down any scrolls with similar knowledge... as well as any other secret lore he can get his hands on. Some of his enforcers took a liking to the striking image of the skeleton costume, and created colorful personas of their own- the first syndicate of costumed criminals. Though they had no unusual powers, the reputation of Death Man's strange abilities was enough to strike fear into the hearts of those outside the syndicate's protection.

During the second World War, he sought to infiltrate the hidden city of Nanda Parbat with the sanction of the Imperial Government- such a city would be an invaluable staging ground for them, and likely contained one or more of the scrolls Death Man sought. The fact they offered total amnesty for the treasonous act of robbing the Imperial Treasury was just icing on the cake. It was here that he first came into contact with a costumed crimefighter- Jade Mantis was there to keep Japanese forces from finding the city. Believing absolutely in the advantage his immortality gave him, his overconfidence was his undoing. Jade Mantis humiliated him in the fight, leading him to slip and fall from the mountain. When he was found by Japanese soldiers days later, he was impaled on a number of icicles. Once his wounds healed and he returned to life, he knew he had to save face... and told them of a great, white, hairy ape that had ambushed him on the mountain pass through the Himalayas, a story from one of the guides they press-ganged into leading them through the mountains. (This was not the last time he would set his sights on Nanda Parbat, but that's a story for another time.)

Of course, things changed for Death Man- and the Japanese crimefighters who opposed him- in 1967, with the change in attitude towards costumed crime and crimefighting. Forced to surrender their masks and costumes to the authorities, the heroes were to return to civilian life. Being a criminal, he didn't obey the government's order to unmask at first... but discovered without heroes to oppose, being a costumed villain just wasn't as fun. As such, he focused on the more mundane operations of his syndicate- no more did Lord Death Man, the immortal terror, have an iron grip over the seedy underbelly of Japan. No, now Shousei Kougami, a distinguished gentleman of 70 (though he only looked to be in his mid-40's or early 50's) married 20 years, father of two beautiful sons, the skull-masked criminal kingpin, stood over an incredibly boring empire of gambling, protection money, loan sharking, gang politics, and smuggling. For fifty-two years, he kept up operations- and actually did better than anyone would have ever thought he could. It was profitable, yes, but it lacked the spark of the old days- and administration work just didn't compare to the sheer joy of robbery and assault himself. The only real joy he felt during that time (outside of time with his wife and sons, of course) was traveling the world in search of any surviving scrolls.

Now, though, the costumed heroes are returning- and Shousei's joy de vivre with them. There are even new costumed villains coming about- ones that will need an experienced, guiding hand. Perhaps even a home in an existing syndicate- after all, the Yakuza is a home for all the downtrodden.

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Nemesis: Formerly Jade Mantis.
Allies: Veiniac (THE MAN WITH HIS BLOOD OUTSIDE HIS BODY!), Kid Kafka (The Roach-Boy of Brooklyn), Kappa Mickey
Team: The Death Man Syndicate

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Superhero/Villain Name: Bane
Civilian Name: N/a [A Luchador isn't meant for such a quiet life] [Nor any identities from a secretive, if not illegal than highly controversial military industrial project to ever be released to the public]
Origin City/Planet: "Peña Dura Penitentary" (Juárez), Mexico
Hometown: Mexico City
Sex: Male
Race: Human
Height: 5 ft 6 in (6 ft 4 inches as of the 27th of October 2020)
Weight: 285 lb (295 lbs as of the 27th of October 2020)
Age: Somewhere in his Late Thirties presumably
Birth Date: He refuses to tell (However he does 'demand more tributes' on November 26th for some reason or another.)
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Costumed Appearance: i.pinimg.com/originals/92/e9/73/92e97…
Icon: La Máscara es el símbolo de el luchador enmascarado. (His Mask)

Costumed Personality: Bane is an individual whose behaviors and personality are very deserving of that moniker. This luchador is a cruel, wicked, and incredibly sadistic fighter. He is driven by the honor and thrill that is derived from the sheer spectacle of fighting. To most Bane can seem like nothing more than a predator which simply seeks to play with its food before enjoying carnage; this in many respects is true. However this interpretation is shallow and belies a bit of a 'warrior poet' nature present in Bane. Bane can espouse at length the virtues of strength, regardless of its field in or out of combat. Bane has a highly addictive personality and does not take to withdrawals or losing his 'pleasures' well. And of course, although it tends to not matter too much for a horrific monster such as Bane, he is very much unfamiliar with the ways of the world at large. In short this man is a maniacal, yet astute and scholarly marauder bent on causing carnage and shaping the world in a manner similar to how he was forged.

Super abilities:

-Skills:
Luchador: "The Fight" - The Luchador, aka the Professional Wrestler of South America, is a skilled and mighty athlete. Depending on the alignment a luchador either works a more technical style with high-flying spots to win the affection of the crowd or use brutish strength mixed with devious scheming to conquer the opponent. Bane is a "Rudo", also known as a "Heel", which is a villainous alignment in wrestling. As such Bane's typical moveset revolves around more mat-based offense, instead of high rope spots, and utilizes more brawling and striking maneuvers as opposed to technical chain wrestling. This is not to say that Bane has not been trained to do the techniques of a more heroic luchador, he just prefers the striking moveset more. And of course, while he could "work" those strikes, aka simply making it look real instead of being real, he prefers working stiff and "shooting" on opponents; which essentially means he loves hurting people physically and will deviate from any bookie's plan for his own amusement. And unlike certain rudos he is less willing to use 'foreign objects' such as a barbed-wire baseball bat or guitar and just simply uses his own limbs to achieve victory.

Luchador: "The Story" - Of course the art of lucha, and really with the art of professional wrestling regardless of your spot on the globe, is not just about the physicality demonstrated by the combatants it is about telling a convincing story. Professional Wrestling is also about the story being told in the ring; and Bane is no exception to that rule. In order to tell a proper story in the ring, a luchador must know how to "work properly" as to not hurt your fellow competitor, (which of course Bane does not do often as he is a sadistic bastard). They must have very convincing body language and facial expressions. Another must for a luchador to have is the ability to understand the emotions of a crowd so you can manipulate them for a proper response. Improvisational skills are needed in case flubs happen in the ring so you can create a new situation so they crowd doesn't pick up on the mistake in the show. And just as important, perhaps even more so than the actual wrestling prowess, is the ability to speak in order to get hated or beloved by the crowd. Bane is talented in all of these other necessary facets to be a true luchador.

Modern-day Jaguar Warrior: "The Aztec Revival" - Bane is not only connected to his heritage by his prowess in the white mat jungle, he is also connected to his people in a tradition older than that of lucha libre. This is because Bane is a modern day version of the phenomena of the 'Jaguar Warrior'. The Jaguar Warrior of times of an Aztec Empire now long destroyed, were not only a highly trained infantry military force; they were an educated people as well. For Bane this means that he has been physically refined like a soldier would, is trained in the art of warfare and is familiar with all sorts of weapons and materials of the front line, he knows the routines and practices of a front line soldier, is proficient in utilizing military tactics with the specialty being a focus on infantry maneuvering. Apart from these physical and pragmatic abilities drilled into him; Bane has a classical education ie. a education based in study of literature, poetry, drama, philosophy, history, art and the languages. While he is familiar in a number of those fields his specialty in his academia is focused around the study of the Aztec Empire.



-Powers:
"Performance Enhancing" Drugs - Bane is powered by a strange cocktail of HGHs, PEDs, and 'Super Steroids', known colloquially under the name "Venom." The standard drug cocktail that Bane has inside of him takes several hours to fully immerse itself in the system, and it takes several hours afterwards in order to remove itself from the system. When these drugs are in the system it increases the strength, endurance, and the regenerative properties of the body in the user. The exact increase of these properties depends on the concentration of the particular drug cocktail ingested alongside the dosage being injected. Using Venom has been shown to cause manic behavior in users, with this effect being far more prominent in those suffering withdrawal. Other withdrawal symptoms include fatigue, loss of appetite, nausea and muscle aches.

Superhuman Strength - Through the use of drugs Bane's strength is super-human; lifting cars or flipping them is child's game to him as strongmen are easily able to perform such feats. Bane has demonstrated at least on three occasions that he can lift a passenger aircraft and toss it a good distance. Without any drugs in the system Bane is the peak of humanity when it comes to strength.

Superhuman Endurance - Through the use of drugs Bane's endurance is super-human. While some wrestlers are able to fight for perhaps an hour, Bane has been able to fight for a period of days without feeling much exhaustion. He also carries a resistance to toxins and is able to shrug them off. Besides that and more importantly, the drugs boost his body's tolerance to the wear and tear that'd come from his super-strength, this in turn makes his body much more durable to impact and makes him a very hard opponent to kill. In short he is a very tough man to put down through conventional fighting means. Without any drugs in the system Bane is the peak of humanity when it comes to endurance.

Healing Factor - Through the use of drugs Bane has managed to achieve a bit of a healing factor. Bane's standard dosage allows him to recover deep cuts, internal wounds, and broken bones within a few minutes. Of course without any drugs in the system, Bane lacks any sort of increased regenerative properties other than what the body can do.

-Gadgets:
Drug Dispensing Collar and Canister Systems - Bane to this day continues to wear the metal prison collar he had shackled on him during his time in the Pena Dura Penitentiary. This collar has been modified to have a series of internal syringes that automatically inject themselves into Bane's neck and automatically give Bane a dosage after a certain amount of time has passed. This collar has sections for four tubes which connect to a set of twelve canisters. These tubes and canisters are reinforced in order to protect from physical damage; this is not to imply that these things cannot break but rather that attempting to break these tubes and canisters are a rather difficult task. Opening up the canisters involves twisting off the top lid which is attached to the tubing system that feeds into Bane's neck.

Bane's Mask - This mask is a very important and serves as very powerful iconography for Bane. Besides the importance given to it by Bane and the culture of lucha, it does have a few other important features. The eyes of this mask can light up to a bright red which is very handy if a venue doesn't have power and it helps for giving Bane a spookier entrance. Beyond lighting up Bane is able to use his mask as essentially a pair of night vision goggles so that he can see in the dark and fight appropriately. And, oddly enough Bane's mask is as durable as the man himself; perhaps it was made of a highly experimental mesh, perhaps it is empowered by the sheer mystical force of lucha traditions. In any case the mask cannot seem to truly come apart and will not come apart until Bane is either dead in a literal or figurative sense.

-Weapons:
Bane IS the weapon.

Civilian Occupation: Full-time Professional Villain Luchador; Hobbyist Academic of the Aztec Empire

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Character History/Origin:
Pena Dura Penitentiary, it used to be regarded as a well guarded maximum facility prison that was tucked away in the isolate desert lands near the city of Juarez, Mexico. They operative word in that preceding sentence is used; Pena Dura now is a broken down and abandoned shell of what it used to be. This entire facility was brought down to its knees and received its killing blow from but a single man.

Bane.

Of course one needs background in order to understand how and why this prison came to be destroyed. To the citizens of Mexico, and the outside world in general, Pena Dura was nothing more than a simple maximum facility prison. However those walls hid a dark underbelly both in a figurative sense and a literal one. While the top portions of Pena Dura were a relatively normal looking prison; below this was a secretive set of spaces used for, well let us just use the euphemism of "research and development". Bankrolled primarily by a shadowy collective inside the Military Industrial Complex, and of course from less savory parts of the Mexican Government, this institution was build as a front to hide their devious project of creating an unstoppable mercenary group that would be on par with armies. To fulfill this project many children, some of who 'mysteriously vanished' from their homes some of who happened to just be orphans while others who were classified as 'dead', were shipped to Pena Dura to be put through the most grueling and extreme training of their lives. Bane was but one of these 300 children who were brought to Pena Dura.

Of course at this point of time, Bane was just an assortment of numbers and letters to the various 'instructors' who placed these children through these tests. In order to help remove a sense of identity from these children further they were given identical masks in the hope that this would keep them from identifying as anything other than a future soldier to those who ran the project. Every day these children were trained mercilessly to become truly strong physically but also mentally. These experimental warriors were put through different routines, such as what to do if caught in gunfire, cardio workout through deadly obstacle courses, lifting weights until they could lift no more, alongside sleep deprivation done at random intervals, usually all the while being put through mental hardship by being forced to answer obscure and difficult problems during these physical exertions. It was not uncommon to see an instructor with a body-bag, or bags, removing those that failed.

But despite ideals of dehumanization of the subject; these children, that lived from these tests, were allowed a one hour a day of 'free choice' in either physical or educational endeavors, which were monitored of course. When this hour came Bane found himself drawn to the culture of what he knew his people were; the Aztecs and the ways of Lucha. At the time the instructors did not worry about this, as Bane was a fine candidate and these subject matters tied into a culture of strength and that would be fitting in their ideal warrior. Of course in time it would be obvious to see how these seeds would germinate in the head of the young one who would become Bane.

Years had past and many had died from these experiences. As these children grew into adolescents the tests were ramped up in their harshness. Throughout this entire ordeal there was one consistent, the individual who would grow up to be Bane went further beyond and grew stronger with each and every hellish trial. Out of the handful, for only five had made it to this near end, these instructors knew that Bane had hit a purer form of the zenith of human perfection than the others.

And all the while Bane was tempering himself and biding his true nature.

This shadowy military industrial complex blinded themselves with the light of the future, that they forgot the meaning of the past. On the other hand Bane knew it and embraced it. The mask they had given to this boy would become his symbol; for he knew that he had the blood of the Jaguar Warriors from ages past flowing through his veins, and the spirit of lucha ran through his very essence.

The day eventually came when these five survivors were introduced to the final aspect of the test; could they survive and thrive with the addition of the drug cocktail they called "Venom"? One by one each of these men were injected with the drug and watched by the instructors to see what would happen. Four of these survivors crumbled under the strength of this drug and perished, but Bane had survived.

He did more than survive; now he truly felt alive. With an intense bloodlust and a maniacal glee he slaughtered his way through Pena Dura, killing every single individual who was there and taking all of the Venom he could. After that gruesome feat of spectacular violence this formerly nameless and unmissed youth became Bane.

Now a freed man; Bane made his way to Mexico City which held both the major promotions of Lucha Libre and the ruins of Tenochtitlan. Here he could properly research the culture that helped forged him, both from the ancient ruins of the Aztec capital that were long since built over, but also the secrets of Luchadors such as the Blue Demon, Azteca and Gory Guerrero. If he felt the urge to handicap himself to assure his might and technique was right and proper he could force swaths of luchadors to challenge a hindered version of himself. And of course there are other nearby militaristic bases fit for carnage, and probable robbing for necessary ingredients.

While he hasn't been on the outside for that long already Bane can tell that the world world is weak, without hardship, disconnected from the might of the past, but it shall be restored through as much 'cruel love' as it takes.

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Nemesis: Nadie
Allies: Ninguno
Team: No tiene