🐲Background/Brief Bio –

Gabe is the son of a successful Spanish doctor and surgeon, and his mother is more of a spiritual hippy type always talking about being one with the universe. He was the second child coming in three years after his older sister, who Gabe lost in an automobile accident years earlier when they stole their parents’ car for a joyride. It completely broke their mother and she quit her job and began studying spirituality and different types of meditation and religious practices to cope. The father focused on his job and grew distant from his wife and son, and the survivor’s guilt that Gabe carried turned him into a reckless douchebag. The troubled teen became addicted to the adrenaline rush he got from getting into fights, bucking authority, and stealing cars. After his last stint in juvenile detention in Stone Canyon, he was told by the counselors if he makes one more mistake he’ll go to trial as an adult and serve actual jail time.

It was Dr. Oliver connecting with the young man that really changed his outlook. The former Ranger saw something in the kid that reminded him of himself at a younger age. In time, Gabe will deal with his demons with the help of his new friends and teammates.

🔴Villain of Choice – DEADWOOD: I’m a sucker for anything with plant powers… plus this guy can phase through stuff like a ghost. How badass is that?!? Slab some cybernetic implants on him and let’s reuse this guy ASAP…


🐲Notes – Just to be clear, I never meant for anyone to really be a team leader or over anyone else in the context of the story. We’re all on the same team, but we’re not as close knit and nowhere close to a unit.

🐲Sample Post –

Gabriel didn’t wear the nice clothes his parents provided for him. Looking like a model in a clothing advertisement wasn’t in his wheelhouse. The ripped and dirtied jeans and t shirts he wore on weekends were much more comfortable and matched the minor cuts and bruises he sported. And his grandfather’s red flannel jacket was always near him. He looked like he belonged in a garage; he just didn’t have the smarts to do it full time. And the young man was too stubborn to let anyone teach him. He insisted on doing everything on his own, not trying to be the privileged douche that people expected him to be. Gabe was most definitely a delinquent; he just kept to himself was all. He didn’t care for the Angel Grove High School football team or the cheerleaders who loved his hair.

“Can I run my fingers through your hair, Gabriel? Just once?” a young girl asked wearing an Angel Grove High cheerleading uniform at the desk behind Gabe.

“No.” he said very bluntly.

He had just got back from a three month stint in juvenile detention in Stone Canyon for joy riding in a stolen golf cart. Gabriel came into the school year late, winter was fast approaching, and the last time somebody had their hand in his hair was in a pretty intense fight in the cafeteria at the detention center. Around this many people his own age he was on edge. There was always somebody gunning for him in the detention centers because they thought there was something to gain in bullying the son of a successful doctor. Originally he had only been sentenced to a month at juvie and twenty-five hours of community service, but after multiple fights it was extended to three months and some change. This was the last class of the day. He couldn’t even be bothered to remember the girl’s name behind him. She and Gabriel had went to school together and had classes together for the last several years, her name was Beth. Her on-again off-again boyfriend Timothy was two rows of desks to the left of them didn’t seem amused.

“Pleeeeeease.” She insisted.

“You don’t wanna touch his hair, babe. He’s probably got fleas!” Timothy joked.

Just before the bell rang she went for it. Gabriel heard her talking under her breath and grabbed her hand as he quickly turned.

“Don’t. Touch. Me.” Gabe said getting loud.

“Gabriel’s getting handsy with cheerleaders, Mr. Cranston!” Timothy yelled, knowing it was a lie.

“Mister Vasquez…” the older Billy Cranston began to say before Gabe released the girl’s hand.

The bell rang, and Gabe grabbed his red flannel jacket and backpack and was the first student out the door. He was so quick to get out as fast as he could that he walked directly into Dr. Oliver and dropped his backpack.

“Where’s the fire?” Oliver asked as the kid picked up his things and hurried off.

Name - Joseph “Joe” Archer
Color - White
Age - 17
Face Claim - cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/104883…
Personality - On the surface, Joe seems to be a perfectly average teenage guy. He always gets average(never perfect) grades, always stays out of trouble, and always has the attitude of being “a generically nice guy” who, despite being nice, never gets close to anyone and can never be spotted in a crowd, no matter how hard other people try.

And, to be honest, Joe likes it that way.

In reality, Joe is a highly intelligent, curious, and compassionate individual who, due to a lot of highly personal reasons, just wants to be seen as average and forgettable. Being in the spotlight for even a moment is highly terrifying to him, so he just keeps to himself and acts in just the right way to make people ignore him. The result is that people usually never remember him, which makes Joe painfully lonely; he usually tries to bury the part of him that wants friends, however, because he’s scared that he’ll be taken advantage of again if he gets close to someone.

He also doesn’t normally ask for help because of his spotlight phobia and just being naturally stubborn, so he learns how to do things from Youtube videos and observing other people, and often also carries around a notepad in order to come back to it when he doesn’t remember something. Due to all the skills he’s learned, Joe could be described as a jack of all trades, though because of obvious reasons, he never gets called to help anyone with his vast array of skills.

Skills - Joe is good at programming, making/fixing robots, math, science, acting, handling/fixing computers and other technology, costume design, and singing. There are more skills that he’s learned but hasn’t put into practice yet(like taking care of animals and contact juggling), but so far, no one else will even notice him doing these things, so why branch out?

Background/Brief Bio - Joe was born to a rather odd couple, with his dad being a highly skilled and popular actor and his mom being a simple florist. While he was little, Joe was often taken by his dad to meet his friends while the two were also constantly hounded by Joe’s dad’s many reporters, which Joe’s dad often told many exaggerated stories to. Joe, however, never got the appeal of any of this, and, after Joe’s dad got blacklisted by Hollywood due to something he’d done and suddenly disappeared from Joe’s life a week later, Joe soon grew a hatred for fame and decided that if he had his way, he would never become famous on his own merits.

At the same time as his dad disappearing, Joe was friends with a group of teens who turned out just to be using Joe in order to get good grades. After a rather tumultuous falling out, Joe was left with a feeling of never wanting to get close to anyone at all, and soon, his hatred of fame became a feeling of fear and discomfort of ever standing out at all, because in his eyes, people only want to use and/or idolize you if you’re ever extraordinary, so why not just be ordinary instead?

Joe then hid his intelligence and masqueraded as “a bland, generic nobody” through the rest of middle school, and now is doing so in high school. So far, no one is the wiser(except maybe Joe’s mom), but maybe that’ll change one day…

Villain of Choice - Rita Repulsa
Notes - I chose white for Joe’s color in order to reference the phrase “a blank slate”; while Joe isn’t a blank slate, he sure acts like one.
Sample Post - He should've known that this would've happened.

It was a Thursday, and also the day where the school's newsletter was looking for exceptional students to star in it. Then, every Friday, the students who were the most interesting(at least, that's what Joe pictured) had articles written about them in the newsletter, and the students had their one second of fame before the next Thursday came around and it was done all over again.

Personally, Joe was ambivalent toward all this. While he'd admit that finding out more about the other students in his school was kinda cool, on the other hand, the people in charge of the newsletter seemed to be getting desperate(at least, in Joe's opinion), as they were now interviewing everyone instead of a select few popular kids.

Honestly, though, as long as no one was interviewing him, Joe didn't really care all that much...

Until someone decided to do just that, that is.

It was an average Thursday, and Joe was just getting all his stuff and getting ready to go home when-

"Hey Mister! You mind if I ask a few questions for the newsletter!?"

Oh no.

Oh god no!

Joe's immediate thought was to bolt out of there, or at least to run into a crowd and then blend into it. As such, he was about to search for one when a throat clearing that sounded like it was in front of him signaled to him that he was too late, and he decided to succumb to his fate and look at the girl in front of him.

"Are you ready?" The girl said, her feet bobbing up and down impatiently.

"...Might as well," Joe thought to himself with a mental sigh, but outwardly, he said, "Sure. I've always wanted to do this."

"Great!" The girl said, her grin wide and eyes shining. "So, first off, what's your name? I have the feeling I've seen you before, but for some reason, I've never gotten your name, so what is it?"

"My name is Joe," Joe almost monotoned.

The girl wrote Joe's name down on her notepad, then asked:

"Alright, Joe; are there anything that you love to do? Like, ooh, maybe hiking, rock climbing, painting-"

"I collect rocks," Joe lied. Okay, now there's definitely no emotion in his voice.

"...Okay," The girl said. "Is there anything special about these rocks that you like about them-"

"Rocks are rocks," Joe replied. "I do like one the best, though. That one is grayer and bigger than the rest,
so it's pretty cool."

"...Alright," The girl said. At this point, she was really confused as to whether Joe was trolling her or not. "Is there anything else you're passionate about?"

"I like to watch TV," Joe said. "Oh, and sleep. Sleep's nice."

"...I'm starting to see why I don't remember you all that well," The girl said. "Um, are there any events you participated in-"

"The start of the year assembly was cool, I guess."

"Uh, are you into any extracurriculars-"

"Nope."

"Uhhhhhh, anything you want to do after graduating?"

"...Uh, I want to be a brick layer, I guess."

"..."

The girl looked at him like he had two heads, then sighed.

"Okay, we're getting nowhere with this," The girl said while starting to leave. "Since you clearly don't want to be interviewed, I'm gonna find someone else to talk to. Um, good luck with your rock collection, uh...James, was it?"

"Close enough," Joe replied while waving back at the girl. He then let out a sigh of relief and continued to get the rest of his stuff, glad that everyone would continue to not acknowledge his existence.

After all, why should they when he had nothing to offer?

Name-

Midori Tokage

Colour-

Green

Age-

16

Face Claim-

Chiaki Kuriyama

Personality-

Midori is a no nonsense kind of person, not taking any guff from anyone including her parents. Rebellious and wanting to do things her way, or not do them at all. Being equally as stubborn, being hard to sway

Midori is a rough and tough kind of person, Not caring about what people think of her., Midori never backs down from a fight, Especially when it is against someone she dislikes or a bully. Having a strong sense of justice against people who are wronging others. Having a friendlier side to her, but only towards people she trusts. But she is very weary of other people, so she doesn’t connect with other people right away.

Midori is hot headed, not thinking correctly when she gets very angry. How often she gets angry at others is very common. Always itching for a fight, finding pleasure in fighting a person. Many find Midori’s humour to be rather dry, often offending others with her unpleasant sense of humour.

Skills-

Midori was taught by her father how to fight, being taught Shotokan style karate. And being taught Wadō-ryū style karate by Sensai Yasuhiro Takaiwa. Being born and raised in Japan, Japanese is her first language. However, she is able to speak English. Being a little bit of a delinquent, she became quite handy at pickpocketing and picking locks.

Background/Brief Bio-

Midori was born in Osaka, Japan. Her father was a colonel in the Japanese Air Self-Defense Force, her mother was in the military as well working as a secretary. Midori would mostly spend her time outside of the base getting into trouble, and being defiant to her father who wanted her to join the army. Much to her father’s disappointment. Growing up by herself, fending for herself at a young age.

When she was fifteen years old, her family moved to Angel Groove as part of a joint effort to help train the American air force. Of course, Midori did not take this very well. Having a hard time during school, mostly skipping school and getting into fights. Ignoring the disciplining of her parents, and teachers that try to help her.

Villain of Choice-

Divatox from Power Ranger Turbo

Notes-

Her suit-



Her Theme- Soul'd Out- Alive

Sample Post-

Midori was bored in her math class, math was something that was a subject she was not very fond of. She was more focused on writing and doodling in her notebook. Also ignores the annoying valley girls beside her, talking about their looks and which boy is cute. Drawing herself as a superhero, with a bunch of bad guys beaten up underneath her in a pile. “Miss Tokage, do you know the answer to this question?” The fat teacher sudden attention to Midori made her jump a little in her seat.

“Eh yeah, I know the answer.” She took a moment to stop doodling. Staring at the blackboard at the equation. Trying to figure out how to solve the problem, math was really not her strong suit. So she thought she could BS her way out of this situation. Squinting her eyes a little, finally spoke again of the answer she thought was correct. “The answer is five hundred and sixty four.” She looked quite proud of her answer.

“No Miss Tokage, that is not the right answer.” The fat man turned around towards the blackboard. Squinting his eyes at the equation as well, looking at the math book in his other hand. Having some trouble figuring out the answer himself.

“So what is the answer Mr. Bulkmeiser?” Midori didn’t look embarrassed about getting the wrong answer. She was glad the people around her were more concerned about their superficial lives.

“The right answer is…Ummm…” Mr.Bulkmeiser was quickly flipping through the pages of the math book in his other hand. Stopping in the middle of the book, he turned his head to answer Midori. “The right answer to this equation is four hundred over fifteen.” Mr.Bulkmeiser wrote the wrong answer on the board. But luckily for him, no one corrected him. Especially Midori.

Midori was glad when the bell rang, ignoring the homework that was supposed to be assigned by Mr.Bulkmeiser. Heading out of the classroom, and heading toward the back of the school for a smoke break.

Name: Axellus


Color: N/A

Age: 20

Face Claim:


Personality:
He puts on a strong and determined determined front about fighting evil, but deep down it's just a facade. The truth is Axellus is in over his head, and he knows it. The power of the Masked Rider that he wields is one he barely understands, and he hasn't yet mastered it by a long shot. He's haunted by the mistakes he's made and would like nothing more than find some way to undo them.

Skills:
As one of the protectors of the Edenoite Royal Family, Axellus is versed in combat basics that cover a variety of situations be it swordplay, shooting, and of course hand-to-hand techniques. As a Masked Rider, these skills are further enhanced by the power he wields and the Rider Armor also provides him a degree of protection in battle as well. But probably his most interesting power is known as the Rider Weapon Adaptation System. It's a mysterious power that allows his Rider Armor to transform any weapon he picks up into a powered up form that matches his Masked Rider powers, though they also revert back to their original state once he drops them from his hands. It was originally intended to allow the bearer of the power to be versatile and capable of adapting to any combat scenario or enemy fighting style.

Background/Brief Bio:
Axellus was born on the Planet Edenoi. Peace seemed to reign for many years after Prince Dex's victory against Count Dregon. Now the King, Dex came a long way in rebuilding since the days of the rebellion he once led. He eventually he had a son of his own: Prince Lex. Fearing a potential resurgence of Count Dregon's surviving forces, King Dex assigned one his most reliable young fighters to act as Lex's companion and personal bodyguard. That bodyguard was Axellus, who was determined to prove himself and to prove that the King did not make the wrong choice. But that wasn't easy, Lex was an adventurous kid who easily found himself bored being cooped up in the palace. And so he would often rope Axellus into sneaking him out so he could explore some the landscapes of Edenoi.

During one such excursion, Axellus and Lex accidentally discovered a hidden cell of Count Dregon Loyalists. They'd based themselves in some unknown ruins and appeared to be excavating, as if searching for something. Before they could get away to warn the King, Axellus and Lex were spotted. They tried to escape but were outnumbered and ultimately captured. Axellus was able to put up a stronger fight but knew they'd use Lex as a hostage to get leverage over him. That was when he spotted something. Some kind of chest or casket that had been sealed up tight but broken open during the chaos of the struggle. Inside was a very old-looking skeleton that appeared to be wearing a certain belt around its waist. Axellus immediately recognized it as a Masked Rider Belt and quickly grabbed it and wrapped it around his waist. It instantly bonded to him and even transformed him into a Masked Rider, allowing him to fight his way out with Lex in tow.

The two returned to the palace where they then had some explaining to do. It was also discovered that Axellus was unable to undo his transformation, and was effectively stuck in his Rider Armor. Unfortunately, even King Dex had no knowledge of what this ancient Rider Belt was, and thus did not know why the transformation couldn't be undone. The best suggestion he could make was that Axellus journey to Earth. The King knew of several friends and allies who lived there that might be able to come up with a solution. In the meantime he would organize a larger excavation of the ruins the belt was discovered in, hoping to figure out its origins and maybe how to deactivate its powers.

Villain of Choice: Count Dregon

Sample Post:
"Intruders!" shouted one of the Loyalists as he sounded the alarm. It looked like Axellus and Lex's covers were blown now. The two scrambled to run but it didn't take long for them to be surrounded. Axellus' training kicked in almost immediately and he got to work trying to fight off their would-be captors. He was a good fighter, but still outnumbered and outgunned. Plus there was the matter of him constantly needing to keep Prince Lex from harm. This was not going to be easy.

"Stop right there, intruder, or the Prince gets it!" during the chaos, the Dregon Loyalists manage to cut Axellus off from Lex and now were holding the latter hostage. Axellus had slowly stopped his fighting, unsure what he should do. That was when some gleamed inside a nearby casket that had been broken open during the fighting. A skeleton lay inside and... was that a Belt around its waist? Could it really a Rider in there? Maybe there was some hope left. But Axellus had to be fast, and he also had to hope that however old that belt was that it still worked.

"Not on your life!" Axellus suddenly proclaimed as he made a nice acrobatic flip over the nearby casket, reaching in and snatching the ancient belt in mid-flip. With no other time to think, he slung it around his waist and the thing snapped itself shut with a heavy clicking sound.

"He's got the belt! Stop him!" the Dregon Loyalists were suddenly frantic. They'd even abandoned their hold on Lex in order to try and swarm Axellus. But they were already too late. The moment the belt closed shut, before Axellus could even say or do anything else, he was surrounded by the somewhat familiar light and lightning of a Masked Rider transformation. The Rider's armor appeared to expand from the belt and... grow itself around the wearer. After he was fully transformed, Axellus felt the strength of the Masked Rider surge through him and suddenly, what was once a hard fight became much easier for him. These Loyalists were mostly all former grunts that had served Count Dregon in years past. They could be strong in numbers, but against a Masked Rider after being taken off guard, there was no contest.

"Unbelievable." said the 14 year old Lex after it was all over, "Look at you, Ax! You're a Masked Rider now!" it was pretty exciting to him. Typically members of the Royal Family were the ones who inherited the powers, but where had this ancient belt they found come from? It didn't look quite the same as the one King Dex wore, but similar enough that it was still unmistakably the power of a Rider.

"I... have no idea. The belt was just in that casket." said Axellus, "Like the guy in there was buried with it or something. But why would a Rider Belt be buried with a wearer like that? Why wasn't it passed down to someone else?" he'd been fiddling with the belt trying to deactivate its powers but so far was having no luck, "Also, how do you... deactivate this thing? Nothing I'm trying is working."

"Maybe Dad will know?" Lex suggested, unable to offer any other potential solutions, "We're gonna get in big trouble, aren't we?"

"Who knows? Maybe? Doesn't seem like we could hide this even if we wanted to." Axellus replied in solemn agreement. So reluctantly, the two made their way back home where they'd have to show this to King Dex, and to face the music for their sneaking out like they did.