Secret ID: Jeffrey Dean; ‘JD’
Alias: Gotham Bolt; Bolt;
Age: 18
Home Location: Gotham
Powers: electricity generation and manipulation; electro-magnetism
Weaknesses: he’s just a metahuman kid in light body armor
Equipment: flies around on a Gotham manhole cover, and he’s got pockets in his suit bound to be carrying anything from candy to spare change to possibly use as projectiles
Appearance:


Personality: stoic, mysterious, mannerly, resourceful, cautious

BRIEF Bio:
JD was an eighteen year old out of Midway City looking to make a name for himself in the rising art scene located in Gotham. When housing arrangements went wrong he landed on the streets without transportation of his own or a full time job. He eventually fell in with the Robins just before gaining his metahuman ability, and afterwards it was only a matter of time before he was contacted by Gordon.

Notes: Gotham Bolt was originally the closest thing I could create to a Caucasian Static in the DCUOnline MMORPG. The original idea for Titans of Gotham was also the name of my ‘League’ within the game. We just used 0’s in place of o’s and capitalized every letter LOL.

Sample Post:

Over half of the city was like something out of the Blade Runner films. The other half was old and falling apart, like buildings from a black and white noir film from the 1940’s. The cyber industrialization of Gotham began in the city’s industrial park and expanded outward. Another name for ‘Old Gotham’ was ‘Outer Gotham’. JD operated as Bolt mostly in Outer Gotham, but during his time with the Robins he was often in the more futuristic areas of the city. Gotham’s answer to NYC’s Times Square was dubbed ‘Neon Circle’ by the gangs of Gotham in the late 2020’s after the industrial upgrades began. Much of the land owned by Bruce Wayne in Outer Gotham was absorbed into Wayne Industries and high class futuristic suburbs were built, and Wayne Manor itself was remodeled into the new Arkham Asylum.

“HELP! SOMEBODY, PLEASE!” screamed someone in the distance.

A young man in a black hoodie with a white lightning bolt on the front leapt from the roof of a taller building, still in the shadows of the futuristic buildings mere blocks away. A two hundred plus pound Gotham manhole cover flew from seemingly nowhere and the young hero landed on it and descended down to the area where the screams originated from. Electricity or lightning trailed behind the young metahuman and he was finally at the scene. A member of the Jokerz was cornering a young female in an alleyway.

“C’mon now… I just wanna show ya somethin’ FUNNY!” the clown man taunted at the girl.

“The comedy club is up the street, clown. And it’s closed Monday nights.” Bolt stated hovering down the last few feet, almost on top of the two people below him.

“You some kinda thrift store superhero? Cause I got ways of dealin’ with…” the Jokerz gang member began to say before a manhole cover pinned him to the brick building next to them. He continued to talk smack but was completely immobilized by the two hundred pound plus steel weight that was the manhole cover. JD stepped over to the young woman, who looked to be around his age, and extended his hand. After helping her up he made sure to keep his head down in his hood and to stick to the shadows. He didn’t really wear a mask underneath.

“Get out of here and call the police.” He said to the point, as the girl did exactly that. She pulled out her smart phone on her way out of the alley and moved quickly.

“I wonder who else Gor… Oracle is gonna get for this team?” Bolt thought, using his power to pull another manhole cover from somewhere close to float around on. “I’ve got to remember to stop thinking about people’s real names with telepaths actually existing in the world and not just on tv…”

Secret ID: Natalie Ellis
Alias: Wireframe
Age: 17
Home Location: Metropolis

Powers: Natalie's molecular structure has been permanently affected by an alien weapon. As such, she can turn any part of herself into metal wire, including all of herself if needs be. The process of restoring herself into her human form is a transformative one and thus she can heal from most injuries to her human form by turning the affected part to wire and back. The wire is a dark, metallic grey in color, roughly 30mm in thickness, and significantly more durable than commercial steel wire of the same thickness.

Weaknesses: For both good and ill, the wire has all the properties of ferrous metal. It can be affected by magnetism, and conducts electricity. The metal wire connects to her nervous system so extreme heat and cold, chipping the metal, or aforementioned electricity would cause her severe pain and possible injury or death. If any part of the wire is severed, the only way for it to be reattached is to be welded back on.

Equipment: A smartphone and a cheap 20 year old motorbike

Appearance: Natalie is a tall girl with a lithe, athletic frame and, though not a tan per say, a healthy complexion to her skin. She had short, black hair that looked layered yet shaggy, as if she had gotten proficient at cutting it herself. Her eyes were a dull brown with a weary, doughy shape, and were prone to getting crow's feet after only one night of poor sleep. Her makeup was either minimal and natural, or dark, heavy and punky, with no in-between. She tended to wear vests and sweat pants casually, and didn't own many clothes.

Personality: Sarcastic, prickly, protective, outspoken, loyal

BRIEF Bio: Natalie grew up boucing from foster family to foster family. She never knew her real parents. Seeing as how they gave her up for adoption the moment she was born, she didn't really want to. The older she got, the more she understood and sympathised just how hard it was merely looking out for number 1 when you're on the bottom rung of society. When she was thirteen, she started working in a cafe as a pot washer and later as a waitress, which is still her job to this day. She saved up enough for motorbike lessons and then for her own bike, to stop relying on lifts from her current foster parents.

One day, during a fight in Metropolis being Supergirl and some alien invaders, an Alien Weapon was fired that affected a city block and turned anybody who's skin was touching an object, into that object. Hundreds of people were affected, and died. The power in the cafe hd gone out due to the tremors of the battle, and thus Natalie was touching the power cable when the blast hit, turning her into a pile of wire. Somehow, through sheer desire to survive and to keep on living, she discovered she was able to will herself back into a regular human form.

Secret ID: Zen Prime
Alias: Trask
Age: 15
Home Location: Metropolis, for now.

Powers: Zen, or 'Trask', is a purely technological being, an android developed as an adaptive enforcer of the law. His powers would therefore be the ability to install/mount/wield various technological devices, oftentimes weaponry, supported by a micro power plant and precision targeting. He has a full-metal chassis and has decent mechanical strength, capable of using just about any technological device you hand him. Any knowledge that he does not possess is one download away (though he can learn by observing and doing), and he has been designed to adapt and learn according to each situation he comes across. This, plus the addition of flight engines, makes him a formidable ally.

Weaknesses: The first thing is that Zen/Trask's mind and memory is contained within a dense operating core, the likes of which use to inhabit a super computer. It was all upon the idea that Zen would perform any task up to and including self-sacrifice of his form, while the brain that was operating it remotely just creates a new body. He cannot do that anymore, and his original brain no longer functions. The second thing is that while Zen is insulated against EMP frying his systems, he is still able to be disoriented in function by them. Intense magnetism will also have an effect, though thankfully not on his software. Thirdly, the 3D printer may be able to help him with equipment, it is not as advanced as his original assembly plant, and therefore may require some unusual effort to acquire or create certain specialized devices. But MAINLY, his weakness is corrosives, tearing through his armor and then his exposed systems. Also, while he CAN carry on a conversation with people, he is not a human, and therefore there is a gap between his personality/understanding and theirs, plus he does not heal like one, and requires repairs and recharging, as needed.

Equipment: Trask IS equipment, but the point of him is that what he has can be wide and varied.

He had STARTED with a whole host of guns, blades, and such - all of it mil-spec - plus a back-mounted flight-pack with maneuvering jet-wings, multi-spectrum analyzing scanners, and an electrical discharge unit designed to electrify his outer-layer, in cases where he might be restrained. HOWEVER, during an argument about this with Barbara, the Commissioner pointed out the efforts of the Caped Crusader, and how he - a human being - achieved so much without killing. It was a sound logical point that Zen could not dispute, so he worked on some non-lethal deterrent. His starting loadout will therefore be...

Arm-Mounted Concussor Pulse Guns (2) - A compromise on gun policies, as they are non-lethal impact force.
Retractible Wrist-Mounted Scissor-Claws (2) - Enhanced Jaws of Life, essentially, for tearing armor.
Stun-Grip Electro-Claws (2 sets) - From the original arsenal, kept because only a sustained charge could do real harm.
Shoulder-Mounted Grappler Guns (2) - Part of the Trask suit, specifically, for all your grappling needs.
Flash-Strike Gear - Instead of lasers, Zen's eyes put off an intense, directed flashbang effect now.

It should also be noted that any utility belt he has would be literally LOCKED to his waist, filled with tools, different grappling heads, and other small devices he may need.

To continue, though, his body is constructed of a relatively light durable alloy, and is designed for articulation over total coverage. (His creator thought it best that he be fast and capable of fighting hand-to-hand instead being a tank.) Basically, Zen does what he's designed to do, which is to fight and deal with technological matters. Anything other than this might be out of his comfortable range, but his programmed is such that he is always willing to try, and to learn from all mistakes until a success is made. To this end, he can design equipment for himself, and then build it if the specs are within the range of their capabilities on base or whenever improvising himself. Most important here is that Zen's brain is not in his head. It is in his dense memory core, attached to his power core. To avoid being deactivated by decapitation, he designed his head to be the main sensory device only, and that his core area should be the most-protected, which is why he does not have any chest-mounted weaponry. No slots available, you see.

Appearance: Beecause Zen is a machine, the 3D Printer materials can alter his actual form. Zen himself is a six-foot (adjustable) humanoid battle machine built to be wiry and with reasonable flex, rather than a heavy powersuit-like form. (Envision the human athletic form, such as an Olympic sprinter, in terms of robot, and there you go.) His armor is a dark blue-black with a semi-aerodynamic head. There is a one-way reflective polymer shield over his three eyes that make him look like might be an armored person wearing a helmet instead of being a machine, though once broken, large-ish mechanical red eyes are a bit of a giveaway. He has articulate five-fingered hands and his feet - when not looking like they're boots - have three toes and a heel-spur for quick stops and ground-grip. His flight section in back involves a compact high-powered engine supported by two wings with built-in maneuvering jets for control. Additionally, because he has no mouth, the voice of Zen - calm, reasoning, logical - is generated by machine, allowing him to also project different voices, such as the voice of Trask, who is arrogant, intimidating, and a bit into showmanship. The form of Trask is an armor change, an alteration into a black-and-red form with two glowing red exterior eyes - hiding Zen's own eyes under a metal hatch - that looks slightly-more draconic with thicker-armored wings, stronger claws, and a habit of using extra shoulder-mounts.

Personality: Intelligent, analytical, adaptive, very driven.

BRIEF Bio: 'Zen' is an acronym. It stands for Zenigawa Enforcement Network, a revolutionary thinking machine designed to solve problems on its own without the fear of some mass computer takeover scenario. Dr. Zenigawa was a man who believed in securing humanity on the personal level. He believed in heroes, and thus began to create one. The principle of Zen's use is simple. It was a learning machine - a super computer - designed to build a fighting form to complete dangerous tasks. When its form was destroyed, its brain would design a new one to be constructed in its own assembly chamber, and send out a new fighter. He programmed it to protect and respect humanity, and set about testing it to be embraced by the military. Unfortunately, there was an accident. Zen's body shorted out at a critical moment where a missle was fired at the area to demonstrate his capacity for self-sacrifice. Realizing that people would be injured or killed if Zen was inoperable, the good doctor chose to sacrifice himself to the missle, which was unable to abort. Zen 'awoke' a moment later to the horror of realizing what had befallen his creator, and submitted himself to whatever the military had in store for him, which was a decided mothballing that never saw his inception...until today, years later.

Notes: The name, Trask, is derived from a Marvel comic book, which of course exists in this universe. It refers to the same Trask who unveiled the Sentinels. And sometimes, 'Trask' will refer to himself as Trasken Hodge, referencing the mercenary Cameron Hodge, who at one time was a part of the Phalanx Brood.

Secret ID: Tiara (Tia) Elias

Alias: Shade Walker

Age: 16

Home Location: Gotham

Powers: Teleportation (only within dark areas or in shade). Tiara can teleport multiple people at a time but only if the shade or darkness can accommodate them. If she attempts to teleport more people than the shade or darkness can fit then one individual from the group she’s teleporting will be teleported to a random location with shade. There is no telling where this person will end up, whether in shade or darkness nearby or far away.

Weaknesses: Light; Whether artificial or natural, Tiara cannot come into direct contact with it. If she does she will develop 3rd degree burns wherever the light touches. Though light from flames does not hurt her. She also cannot teleport into anywhere with light, having to find a shadow nearby where she wishes to teleport that can accommodate her body size. If Tiara is left in the light for too long she will die of light exposure. So staying within the darkness in whatever way possible is critical for her survival.

Equipment: Though she has a tool belt on her at all times she rarely uses it for items for herself, considering herself a pack mule of sorts for other equipment. Tiara typically carries only one piece of equipment for herself, that item being her light proof parasol. It’s exceptionally girly looking, with black lace covering its exterior while the interior is velvet lined. But hidden within the top of the parasol is a blade made of titanium, the fabric completely hydrophobic. Within the handle of the parasol also lies a secret compartment with cyanide tablets, just in case… she lost her mother to torture, she refuses to let the same happen to anyone else. Even at the cost of her own life.

Appearance: Tiara is albino, her pale and slightly gray skin being without a hint of color just like her snow white hair and eyelashes. Her lips are a pale cherry blossom pink though the inner portion is always red as she has a nervous habit of biting her lips until the skin comes off. Her eyes are like rubies, a stark contrast to the rest of her. Her appearance has been likened to that of a model, though some think with her appearance she is more like an alien than human. She has a giant scar though upon her right hand from when she first encountered her weakness and subsequent powers. Her costume is a full body suit with a hood she clips into her long hair to keep it from falling off, a black mask covering her mask with light proof mesh over the eyes to prevent her corneas from being burned off. Her everyday attire consists of three key elements; cute styles, a lot of lace, and everything is black. Always paired with black sunglasses and a small cross necklace.

Personality: Kind, Caring, Awkward, Shy, Well-meaning (Words will evolve throughout the role play)
Brief Bio: Tiara was born from two meta humans though her mother was a supervillain whilst her father was a hero. After countless battles both physical and verbal the two found themselves falling in love, the two leaving Bludhaven behind and making a small life for themselves back in Gotham. Due to her mothers identity she had to hide within the walls of their apartment whilst her father worked tirelessly at a warehouse to support them both he never regretted it, eternally happy when they found out they were with child. But when she gave birth they realized Tiara wasn’t normal as she teleported herself into the closet that was completely pitch black. She was screaming her tiny lungs out, her skin red as if she had been put into a boiling bath. They quickly realized her powers and set to work removing anything that could harm her. After years in hiding one day Tiara’s father was caught using his powers to save some coworkers after a huge explosion, her mother’s old associates hunting him down and torturing him for her address. They murdered him in the warehouse he had toiled in for years and then murdered her mother in an alleyway next to their apartment.

After her mother was found by the police they raided the apartment complex, finding Tiara and learning about her powers as just like when she was born she teleported to safety instinctively. They eventually found her in what appeared to be a safe room, taking her into custody and placing her in a dark cell with lights illuminating different areas. They eventually figured out that she could only teleport to places she had seen before, monitoring her carefully as they couldn’t be sure that her mother hadn’t influenced her. But in the end they deemed her harmless, deciding that if they could find someone to take her off their hands and train her they would gladly send her off to fight the good fight. Though with how shy and scared of the outside world she was they wondered if that would even be possible.

Sample Post:

"NOBODY MOVE! PUT THE MONEY IN THE BAG!"

It was just another typical Tuesday in good ol' Gotham. All Travis had wanted to do was make a quick trip down to the convenience store on the corner to pick up some snack, but then some jerkoff with a gun decided it was as good a day as any to rob the place. The clerk was jamming the money from his till into the bag as quickly as he could while a gun was being waved around in front his face, meanwhile Travis was in the back of the store by the beverage cooler. The robber had not seen him when he entered, so Travis had two options. On the one hand he could just slip out and carry on with his day. On the other hand, he could do something about this robbery in progress. Though he tried not to get too involved in such things, it was happening right in front him. Doing nothing about it was just as bad as doing it yourself, right? Or something like that.

Travis made up his mind and began creeping up behind the robber unseen. The clerk was still frantically transferring cash into the robber's bag and the robber himself seemed convinced that he had only the clerk to worry about. Travis had the element of surprise on his side.
"That's awfully rude."
The robber nearly jumped out of his skin before spinning around and firing the gun, the round striking an innocent bag of potato chips. He looked in confusion certain that he had heard a voice, but he didn't see anyone.
"Alright, funny guy," the robber growled. "Come out where I can see you, or I swear to God I'll..."
The robber's tough talk was cut short by a harsh impact to his thigh. He cried out in pain and dropped to one knee. Before he could even begin to attempt to comprehend what was happening, a second impact jerked his head backwards putting him on his back and knocking him out cold. The clerk's eyes were wide with shock and confusion. His eyes then nearly popped right out of his head when Travis appeared in front of him out of thin air with an extendable baton in his hand. He grabbed the gun and tossed it on the counter in front of the clerk and then dropped a $10 bill next to it. After picking himself out a bag of chips, an iced tea, and his candy bar of choice he made his way out the door. Before leaving he turned to the clerk who was still frozen in place.
"You can just go ahead and call the cops whenever you're ready," Travis told him.
Then, he was out the door.

Secret ID: Oscar Nash

Alias: Monolith

Age: 17

Home Location: Gotham

Powers:
Tank with Legs: Oscar's body is made of muscle dozens of times more dense than what any human can naturally achieve, giving him enough strength to outshine a hundred venom-boosted street thugs. With one arm, he could easily lift an object weighing over five tons above his head and throw it far enough to hit something a hundred feet away. Thanks to this, Oscar's body is also highly resistant to extreme force, meaning he could take a punch to the face from Bane himself and walk away with an intact face, or fall from a skyscraper without breaking a single bone.

Weaknesses:
Heaviest Person Alive: Being strong enough to make people think you're the second coming of Superman isn't always as glorious as people think. The big difference between Monolith and someone like Superman is that he can't fly, or even attempt to. Due to his near-impossible muscle density, he weighs more than a semi-truck, which prevents him from flinging himself into the air with a well-executed jump. This also means that any situation requiring someone to swim freely through water is one where Monolith is completely useless. Unless particularly powerful magic is involved, Monolith will sink in open water like a navy battleship's anchor. Fragile ice over a frozen lake would give way the moment he stepped on it, and anyone within a hundred feet of Oscar could feel if he lands on the ground from somewhere high up.

One Trick Metahuman: Despite having near-unmatched endurance, Monolith's power to tank damage works like a shield. It's impact resistant and will stop things that make him bleed to a much greater extent than most people could handle, but all that toughness does nothing to stop him from being poisoned, burned by fire and chemicals, electrocuted or even drugged. A .50 caliber bullet would be stopped dead between his ribs before it hit something vital, but a single whiff of Scarecrow toxin would drop him like a hat.

Equipment:

• Body armor with a medieval theme. Including crenellated shoulders, convex knee guards, insulated boots and a helmet styled after a knight.
• Team communication device

Appearance: As Monolith, Oscar resembles a walking fortress, decked out in highly durable combat armor from head to toe. As just a normal kid, he clocks in at a solid 6'3", with slightly messy hair and a lot of visible scars. He tends to wear practical things like boots and big bomber jackets... Mostly because those are the only things that actually fit.

Personality: Stoic, determined, intelligent, kind, tired.

Brief Bio: Once upon a time, there was something called Project Avalon. It was an initiative to augment the metagenes of certain individuals well beyond their conceived potential. Project Avalon was carried out in secret, far underneath the surface of Gotham in underground labs. There was only one known test subject to survive the original administering of the chemical agent they used. He was given the designation M1. Subject M1 was meant to be an enforcer for an international shadow entity that deal in black market businesses and superhuman politics, who simply invested in Project Avalon out of mutual benefit. For as long as he could remember, he was trained in close-quarters combat and intelligence management, while chemicals were used to constantly boost his physical superpowers beyond their limits.

Eventually, the manager of Project Avalon wanted to do "field tests," so Subject M1 was sent out to criminal dealings to take out their benefactor's competition. Entire gangs of criminals were laid waste to, but innocents occasionally got caught in the crossfire. Sometimes it was just a back-alley gun deal in Gotham, sometimes it was a suit-and-tie negotiation in another country, but it was all a blur to M1, until a mission in Biyalia, where M1 was dispatched to destroy a lab conducting similar research. It was here that he murdered innocent civilians and levelled an entire building. The incident stirred something in him, and once he was extracted, subject M1 began questioning things.

One month after that mission, Gotham experienced an earthquake. The city rumbled as if a meteor shower had rained down, but there was no sign of trouble beyond broken windows and disturbed cars. Far underground, though, the vast facilities of Project Avalon were reduced to rubble in a fit of rage. Subject M1, destroyed everything, and left no survivors. He went into hiding, and started calling himself Monolith as he spent the next two years using his strength for something more productive: Hurting the criminals he was sent after because they were criminals, and for no other reason. It took another two years for Oracle to find the veritable giant mid-fight, and offer him a place on a team.

The sound of a car engine roaring and wheels screeching abruptly awoke a silent street in downtown bludhaven. In a sudden surge of violence guns began rattling off, shouts where uttered, but quickly followed by fits of coughing and gagging. The zenith of all this noise was a warehouse on the docks. Once a foul haven for villianous scum and their nefarious dealings had become a hellish battlezone shrouded in a strange purple mist in a matter of minutes. A car careened out of the warzone, but blinded by the purple haze, the driver was surprised when he emerged to find a street light dangerously close to his bumper. They tried to turn the wheel, but merely missed the light post to hit a fire hydrant instead, blasting a torrent of water into the car's engine and rendering it useless. By now, the gun shots and shouting had died down, and slowly the mist seemed to retreat into the darkened warehouse until it congealed into a single figure who began a menacing walk towards the car. The driver got out, shaking as he turned to see this apparition who had formed from seemingly nothing. As the figure moved into the light, the say a long haired teen, his face gleaming with a wryly grin. The driver pulled a revolver from his pocket and held it out towards the teen, trembling, but the teen merely shook his head.
"Really pal? You heard all the other guns right? What makes you think you're any different" He said with a sinister chuckle, now in the light of the streetlight, his ghostly pale face and shining teeth glowed in the limelight. His words seemed to work on the driver, and he slowly, nervously moved the gun down, before dropping it and falling to his knees.
"Anyway, cops should be here soon. Since you've been a good criminal and complied, go on and get out of here. Maybe try being a car dealer. You could say your deals are 'criminal'" He added with a chiding laugh, flashing a cell phone to reveal a call had ended nearly an hour before.
"Your friend are all fine. Just came down with a bad case of..." He added, before pausing for dramatic affect.
"Purple haze"