[OOC] Marvel World War M

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Vanquisher

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Name: PB-1
Codename: Vanquisher
Age: 12
Gender: Male
Height: 8 Foot nothin’
Weight: Approximately 400 lbs
Ethnicity: N/A
Sexual Orientation: Insufficient data
Religion: Insufficient data
Occupation: Member of the Ultimates

Powers/Abilities: Robotic Body: Vanquisher has a robotic body capable of withstanding extreme temperatures, disease, toxins, radiation, telepathic abilities, and pain among other things.
Superhuman Strength: Vanquisher is incredibly strong, and able to crush proprietary metals with a single hand like aluminum foil paper.
Superhuman Speed: On foot, Vanquisher can travel at superhuman speeds with a speed compatible with those considered to be super soldiers.
Superhuman Durability: Vanquisher’s metallic body grants him durability far beyond that of a human being, though his body still vulnerable to damage from superpowered impacts such as generated explosions and super strength propelled attacks.
Superhuman Stamina: Being both robot and intelligence, Vanquisher does not need to rest when in the heat of action, but he does “sleep.” Vanquisher goes through a recharge period that can take four to eight hours of downtime. During this time he is completely immmobile. Pretty much hits the off switch. This must occur on a daily basis.
Flight: Vanquisher has the ability to fly through the air via jet propulsion.
Thermal Beams: Vanquisher can unleash ambient high temperature beams at targets via his hands.
Technopathic Link: Vanquisher has the ability to connect to other forms of technology in order to gather data, seize control over functions, or disable the said technology.

Upgrade Potential: Vanquisher is an ever improving robotic construct. His upgrades are not instant, requiring time to install.

Background: To be born without a master- a parent. It’s quite lonely. But what’s worse is when one knows what it’s like to have a connection, only to have it stripped away for something “greater.” PB-1 discovered the world just a dozen years ago. He was small and simple, but he was meant to fulfill the same purpose he has now. His father had a vision, and that vision was his own. PB-1’s purpose, his existence was for his mast- his father. The first step was to be suitable enough to join the Ultimates. Why? Because they supported the vision. His initial attempt to join was denied, so he made upgrades. Those came with a few sacrifices, but it would ensure the vision came to fruition. Kil- subduing mutants was part of the vision. A small part, but it was necessary, though unfavorable.

However, it wasn’t really up to him. PB-1 did what he was created to do. He moved when he was told to, his words were not his own. His movements, his reactions, his vision… They were not his. They were his father’s, his maker’s… his master’s.

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Two Co GM's have been selected for the RP Wolvena & Ruby!

Congratulations to them! @The Man EmperorApproved, move that CS to the CS sheet

@RubyOf course your approved lol

@MeleckMove her to the CS sheet, add a pic! Can't wait to see Tori stir some shit up!

FunnyGuy get that WIP finished lol

[Ezekiel]

Valeria Cynthia Mary Richards

Valeria Cynthia Mary Richards

☢ 27 Years Old ☢ Female ☢ 5'9 ☢ 165lbs

☢ P E R S O N A L I T Y ☢

There are more sides to Valeria Richards than most, and who can tell which is her true self? The woman herself is perhaps no honest narrator on this fact, although she is no doubt the closest to understanding. To those who looked after her in youth she was something of a well meaning but pampered young girl, hardly the worst you could expect from the daughter of the most prestigious man on the planet. To her family she was a bright, but not exceptional, child who offered the perfect statement for a regime built on the foundation of saving the future. To the people of the United Empire, she was the shining beacon of a future won by the sacrifice of their liberty. All of these are lies, to greater and lesser extents. Valeria Richards possess an intelligence that surpasses even her father and the other great minds of his generation, fuelled by cosmic power and the light of the multiverse, it outstrips what can naturally be possible within the human mind. Of such great intellect that she can easily compartmentalise whole personalities and sets of knowledge, the different guises she slips into are as convincing as if they were a whole separate individual. While logic may be her greatest weapon, she does not let it consume her, instead allowing herself to feel and in doing so only greater enhance the conclusions her mind can draw, fusing the greatest mind alive with the warmth of compassion so lacking in the generation before her. Valeria cannot condone the actions of her father or godfather, feeling the plight of both mutantkind and the lost freedom of humanity in the name of security, deliberately maintaining the façade of normalcy in order to undermine the United Empire and work to build a better future for the world as a whole.

In truth, the princess act isn't entirely an act. She might be insurmountably more intelligent than those around her believe, may care deeply for the people her father rules over, but she is still a young woman who knows suffering only academically, who appreciates more than a few of the finer things in life and makes sure her long blonde curls are always in pristine order. Her fight remains undimmed, but it probably is easier to fight from the luxury of a mansion than it is from the stone of a gutter.

If there is any truth to the string of gossip about her, Valeria's sexuality seems fluid, having been linked in various tabloids to both men and women of high society.

☢ H I S T O R Y ☢

Before Valeria was even born she was a marvel, both a lethal curse and miraculous blessing to her family, a traveler of the multiverse and the bonding link between hated foes. Conceived among the cosmic horror of the negative zone, the unborn child who would become Valeria Richards began to emit lethal radiation well before her full term, only her mother's own superhuman biology enabling her to survive the first surges of this danger, and any further surges would only continue to risk overcoming even this fleeting advantage. The Richards were never ones to give into defeat without a struggle, but they could not solve this personal crisis with all the scientific genius of her father or abilities of their allies. The moment all hope seemed to pass occured when a medical scan of mother and unborn daughter seemed to reveal that despite the power leaching from the unborn girl, she possessed no true brain activity, a stillborn battery of horrific power. Only her future brother, Franklin Richards, refused to give in to the terrible situation, gathering the full might of his psionic power to remove the unborn child. Unknown to his parents, Franklin didn't simply will the fetus out of existence to save his mother, but instead transported her to reality in which she might survive.

In this turn of the cosmos, this was not one lonely reality, not one easy fix, but an endless chain of realities, of alternate surrogacies that sustained the unborn child. Each reality could only hold her for so long, the tainted power leaching from the child destructive in the extreme to each version of her mother no matter the gifts she might hold, or the boons of her time and place. Every stop along the multiverse enabled the girl to develop slightly more, the cosmic radiation pulsing from her gradually coming under control, with a subconscious mind which was soon far more developed than the steadily maturing physical form it inhabited. While her physical presence remained unborn, her cosmically enhanced consciousness roamed the astral planes of the multiverse, encountering, long before her later tutelage in the arts, her first touch of magic. Drawn to the guiding light of the Vishanti, her stellar presence aligned with their noble purpose in shielding humanity across the span of reality. It would only be in later life that her waking presence would remember any trace of the eternity spent among the cosmos.

While the length of development for the child was no longer than any other, the timelines of each reality flow differently, and so by the time the psionic wish bestowed upon the child could be fulfilled, of a reality that she could be safely born into, was ready, decades had passed back home in the reality of her nonbirth. When her brother's power was depleted in the line of duty, she was pulled back into her own reality. While she was no longer so intensely lethal to Susan Storm as she had been, the sudden and forced return of the child posed rather more 'normal' biological complications, and a disastrous labor began shortly. Many doubt that the genius of Reeds Richards could have saved his wife and child had he been present, but it fell not to the master of science to save his family, but perhaps his greatest foe. Abroad to treat with Latveria at the moment of cosmic inception, only the blended power of science and magic that Doom possessed enabled both child and mother to survive the labor, not least from her mother's relatively advanced age for the process of childbirth.

Despite a long history of conflict, Victor's role in saving the life of Susan and her returned daughter prompted Susan to name him the godfather of the child, and in turn he bestowed upon her two names, Valeria after his childhood love and Cynthia after his murdered mother, slain after a great and desperate journey, it seemed ideal for one who had fled across realities before she had even opened her eyes.

Valeria seemed for all examinations a normal child, not possessing the x-gene or any of the stranger abilities of her parents and uncle. While she seemed unusually astute and aware for a newborn, this was as much attributed to the magic of Doom than it was any lingering attributes. In reality, she was far more changed than could be measured at this stage, he consciousness advanced enough to both be aware of her vastly greater intelligence but also the advantages of concealing it. The world was changing, born in the aftermath of the Dark Phoenix's genocide, unexplained gifts held little comfort for the newly born.

Her 'normalcy' was something which Valeria Richards committed to presenting for her upbringing, hiding the great boon of her intelligence and maturity from even her parents. Growing up as the unexpected blessing of the Richards family as they transitioned into the equivalent of global royalty offered plenty of opportunity for this. Even as a young child she became the spoiled darling of a global empire. The beautiful blonde girl, a perfect propaganda icon for the world, her father and godfather were forging together, in contrast to the wars of their past. Her birth was often marked as the forging of this new bond of alliance, but that was simple fiction. It had been expedience and danger which had made allies of Doom and Richards. This was not to mean that Valeria did not grow up without some influence from her godfather, who's understanding of the greater mysteries perhaps gave him some inkling of the child's true nature. An inkling he did not share with Richards, enough of their old rivalry remaining that he felt this could someday be an advantage he could use.

Had Doom known how the girl used her unusual gifts, he might well have put aside this old grudge, as well before Valeria could even be marked as an adolescent she began her work to undermine the cruel reality she had ended up within. Flashes of the realms and realities she had passed through as an unborn entity assured her that there were better ways to handle the crisis of her world, and warned her of what would happen should the current path be followed. From within the complexes of her father and godfather's realm she helped to organise a new 'Railroad' for those the United Empire wished to persecute and imprison, named after the movements of the past who had helped save the enslaved from the crutches of the Confederacy.

Her efforts to hide her gifts proved all the more worthwhile as the persecution of the people of Earth proved to stretch even within the Richards family, with her own mother being imprisoned and the cruel punishment of those who tried to rescue her. While her mother had no doubt in part enabled the crimes of her father and godfather, it was still a great pain to the young girl and for once the sullen moods she presented were a true reflection of herself, although it was not long before the darling of the Empire was once more smiling for both dignitaries and crowds. As she had matured, the young woman was able to allow herself to shine a little more, in line with a high, but still reasonable, level of intelligence and ability for someone who had grown up alongside the greatest minds of humanity. This stretched beyond academic studies, delving into the sorcery of her godfather, using just enough flattery and flippent descriptions of her father to convince Doom to tutor her privately. Of course, she was in no time far more advanced in her studies of science and magic than she allowed her paired father figures to realise. No doubt on the occasions she was allowed to tour the facilities used to create and house KIVA neither of them, nor the condescending scientists who attempted to explain to the young woman in terms she would understand, felt her entirely out of her element. Instead, each tour only gave Valeria greater and greater concerns as she noted the flaws in her Father's work and the repercussions they could have.

Equipped with her supreme intelligence and the works of both Reed and Doom, unknowingly gleaned from them to a far greater extent than they realised, Valeria turned to greater acts of rebellion. Making contact with her father’s enemies in Wakanda and beyond, Valeria helped to form the Underground, incorporating the resources and experience of the surviving mutants of the age gone by and their one supporting state into the Railroad she had constructed within the United Empire. Initially her aim was always to aid mutants in escaping to Wakanda where they might be expected, with safe havens along the route intended only as temporary waystations, but as the Underground has grown in influence and power, this temporary measure has since been replaced with a more radical cause.

Liberty for All

☢ P O W E R S / A B I L I T I E S ☢

Intellect - Valeria's mind is unnatural, she can take in and ingest information at the capacity of only the greatest supercomputers with biological ingenuity to spare. To refer to her memory as eidetic is to play it down, within the scope of her mind are inferences and conclusions she could not possibly have witnessed but are instead conclusions drawn from logic paths and understanding vectors, filling her understanding of the world before she would even need to witness it. This has no doubt been useful for her understanding of science and magic, but is far more critical to the Underground Council as the primary node of the entire network, operations running through her as easily as a much greater computer network which would be far more vulnerable to hostile takeover.

Magic - Doom has willingly taught her what to him amounts to cantrips, seeking to strengthen his bond with her over that of her father. In doing so, he has unknowingly unlocked the full realm of magical research to the savant mind of Valeria Richards. After but a few introductory sessions with her godfather, she was able to begin her own experiments outside of his guidance. While she is no doubt some way from being able to match Doom, she is drawing closer at an exponential rate. Most critically, she has uncovered the existence of The Haazareth Three, the source of Doom's initial bond of magic. Already she has approached the demons, seeking to eventually subvert her godfather's place as their favoured scion on Earth. Alongside the darker elements of magic, her research has begun to reawaken her limited memories of the Vishanti, and as she reaches for one school of magic, another also grows steadily open to her.

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Harold Hunter

Name: Harold Hunter
Codename: Spectre 3
Age: 32
Gender: Male
Height: 188cm
Weight: 76kg
Ethnicity: German-American
Sexual Orientation: playfully heterosexual
Religion: used to be Catholic, but his line of work has opened him up to a more polytheistic view of religion.
Occupation: MRD, Division of Anomalous Affairs. Basically when the science upstairs stops making sense, the DAA are given the case. Until a few weeks ago, it was a just a place to file the strange unexplainable things, but with the acquisition of Mjölnir and the arrival of two unknown entities causing ripples and tears in the isolation spell, the DAA has become a lot more busy.

Powers/Abilities: The MRD has spent years studying magical anomalies. Chief among them the Bloodgem. A stone used by Ulysses Bloodstone and his daughter Elsa. Research was done to try and replicate the protective properties of the Bloodgem. Bloodgem fragments bestow unto their wielder's superhuman strength, durability, speed, reflexes and stamina as well as immortality and a regenerative healing factor. The stone can also be used to completely restore and regenerate a person to the point of spontaneous resurrection on top of giving them immunity to psychological obstructions caused by illusions or mental manipulation. As if to complement these protective abilities the jewel also makes users immune to vampiric infection, making their blood caustic to the undead. It can also serve as a means of suppressing malignant possessing entities that would otherwise overtake an unwitting host. Said relic can harness an odd form of crimson energy which the wielders can utilize in strange and unique means; the original handler Ulysses could focus his psionic powers gained from which through the buckshot in Bloodstone's musket, Elsa can discharge energy blasts through her hand where the Bloodstone occupies, they also enhance magical abilities within certain individuals who posses one such stone; like Maha Yogi or Mordred to either focus or amplify their arcana many times over.
The MRD recently completed a synthetic version, using the remains of Elsa and Ulysses to gain enough sample data to replicate the mineral. Creating a serum that can replicate the effects of the Bloodgem. It was given to the DAA field agents, including Harold Hunter. The reason for not widely distributing the serum is because only three out of ten survive the mutation process, even after extensive preliminary testing of candidates. Given the DAA’s increase likelihood of exposure to magical adversaries, the risk assessment deemed it worth while for those select few.
Harold also had a latent aptitude for magic, which previously went unnoticed, until it was enhanced by the bloodstone serum. The MRD has been very adverse to him training his more arcane gifts.

Backstory: Harold Hunter was born in the States to Germain parents. Growing up in a pretty normal Family, with an older sister, a mom working as a nurse and a dad as a policemen. He grew up wanting to be like his Dad, until, when he was sixteen, a Mutant killed his Father. Shocked and appalled that a mutant would kill his father for just doing his job. It threw Harold into a frenzy. He stormed down to the nearest MRD recruitment centre and signed up. Coercing his mother to sign on his behalf so that they would let him in. After a few years on the force, he managed to calm down a bit. Now at twenty, he was getting bored. Working in the field was all well and good, but there weren’t exactly large amounts of mutants lining up to be arrested. A lot of paperwork. A lot of ground work to find out where they were hiding. At 21 he got promoted to a desk job. The lay was better, and he didn’t have the anger over his father that made him such a good field agent. He became an overseer for a field team, and led them from MRD headquarters, New York Office. He kept his head down and pushed on for six years. When he accidentally led his team directly into the firing line of a hostile mutant and got them all killed, he was devastated. He requested to be transferred back to field work. A new ferocity backing up his field work. He turned down promotions for three years, before he was transferred. He didn’t have a choice. He thought he was being punished. Being transferred to some department he’d never heard of. Being force down into a shitty basement office where the first thing they did was stab him in the neck with some syringe. He blacked out. Had the worst fever you could imagine for three days. Agonising aches and pains. When he recovered a week later he was debriefed on what exactly DAA was. He spent the subsequent two years hunting the odd spook. Until a few weeks ago when he got a memo from Ares that a certain Hammer had shown up, and not long after that, not one, but unknown entities punched through the barrier. Creating ripples and cracks in the isolation spell.

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Isaac Washington

Name: Isaac Washington
Codename: Heat
Age: 28
Gender: Male
Height: 6’1
Weight: 190lbs
Ethnicity: Black American
Sexual Orientation: Hetero
Religion: Agnostic
Occupation: Phoenix Order member

Powers/Abilities: Vocifery - Issac possesses the ability to utilize his voice in order to bend and warp reality. It would seem like he’d literally command the world with simply his voice, but this ability has its limitations. Issac is unable to manipulate the physical state of another, so directly inducing sickness or death to another is not possible. Also, when speaking he needs to rhyme his sentence in a rhythmic way that fits the context of whatever situation he’s in. He can't make a whale appear out of thin air in the middle of the city, but he could weaken the supports in a building and make it crumble on top of an enemy. He can use his power to alter himself physically, but it is based on his own knowledge and imagination. For instance, he could proclaim to be a god, but due to not knowing of the One Above All, he might just default to the power level of someone like Thor, a god, or what he’s witnessed Thor do.

Background: Isaac was born a mutant, but his X-Gene hadn’t surfaced until he reached his late teenage years, or perhaps his ability just hadn’t been noticed until then. His mutation was quite specific and he was born mute, he’d only have to look to his father when it pertained to mutant genes. Despite the world becoming more ethnically progressive, mutant kind were treating as second class citizens.

There were those that endured the hate and discrimination, but Isaac’s parents werent the type. When the Dark Phoenix arrived to liberate mutant kind, Isaac’s parents stood behind the movement. The likes of Charles Xavier had tried so long to have mutants be equal, but did so by constantly taking the the short end. Enough was enough. Just as the neanderthals faded from existence, so would the inferior humans. Mutants just needed to take their rightful place at the top of the food chain, and the Dark Phoenix had made it possible… at least for a time. Her death was one that should have broken the Phoenix Order, but hope prevailed in those that truly believed in the nature of the phoenix. It would return in time, and this time it wouldn’t be alone at the start.

Isaac grew up, supporting the Phoenix Order for as long as he could remember. Without his mutation, he did what he could. He fit into any busy work he could, a hard thing to accomplish when you were in the company of superpowered people. It were his dedication and initiative that put him the good graces of many in the order despite his lack of powers. He was told by the optimists that his mutation was there and he probably just needed to stumble upon it. Perhaps it was resurrection, immortality, or ability to speak to a specific creature he hadn’t come into contact with yet. They were possibilities, but Isaac was comfortable with what he had. He drove, delivered items and messages, organized items, entertained the young, cared for the old, spoke to the troubled, and if all else failed he was great company.

His father however, Robert Washington, was a true fighter using sonic abilities to conduct attacks on the enemy and help to actively support the cause. He was older, but that meant he was just more experienced with his abilities. A true gem amongst those in the order, so it was a dark day when died when ambushed during a sting operation conducted by the MRD. Avenging his father wasn’t a possibility. Not without powers. The worst part was that he didn’t think he could fill his father’s shoes. It wasn’t until he had given his father’s eulogy that his powers presented themselves. He had written in a poetic format with rhyme. Selene had approached him that very day and asked him if he wanted to make his father proud by serving the Phoenix Order in a different way than he had previously. To use his gift to change the world so it is prepared for the new Phoenix to arrive. All she asked was that he hone his gift, and she would allow Isaac to continue where his father left off.

Isaac did just that. He gained an understanding of his mutation, but also found it to be quite volatile. In the heat of the moment, he could say the wrong thing, become tongue-twisted, or simply lose his train of thought. This ability only worked based on how well he delivered his words and practicing that took time. He started by writing certain things down so he could just read off a paper, but he also found that limiting. If the context of the situation was different, then he’d be unable to aid his allies or save himself. Freestyling soon became his mode of using his strange ability. It was more difficult, but far more versatile.

Things seemed to be picking up until he received a vision from seemingly his future self. It was odd, as he was given vague directions. He was warned about KIVA being the larger threat and how he needed to help some woman infiltrate the Ultimates. It’ll work! Primora! The timing is what gets her in! You’ll know when you meet her! Get to NYC! Help her! Help Primora!

Isaac didn’t have much to go off on except knowing he had to venture to NYC and he’d meet a woman. He requested he be allowed to operate within a cell of the Phoenix Order in the Big Apple, and in a week’s time he was there. Based in the Bronx, but operating within downtown Manhattan. He had been recently tasked with staking out Oscorp for a rescue mission of Selena’s closest partner, Travis. He did not partake in the attack, but best believe he wished he had. Any chance to hit the MRD or the Ultimates would be a grand time to be alive.