Afro Samurai

Hunters of Remnant: Bleeding Hearts

@tobiax Is he good to be moved?

Character Crossover Crisis City: Reboot

@VitaVitaAR Wolverine is quite the contrary character. The first line was more a comical generalization of his character, since people who don't read X-Men comics but know of the Wolverine from the movies tend to paint him as this mindless, edgy antihero. He's not that at all. And Wolverine's healing factor is one of the best in the mutant universe. In all honesty, his healing factor has to be that good because otherwise he literally would die from iron poisoning--that or he would have so much scar tissue damage from all the bullets, knives, explosions, and claw popping that he'd be refined to a hospital bed for the rest of his life. Believe me, he is not invincible (he's currently dead in the X-Men universe actually, and he has been grievously harmed by weapons that negate healing factors.)

Star Wars: Empire Asunder

Well, well, well. Let's get it poppin', my Ewoks and Darkside overlords.

Hunters of Remnant: Bleeding Hearts

@tobiax Edited, hopefully this is better.

Heroes and Villains : The Resistance (HAV : TR)

Is that Black Panther with boobs? I am so out of the loop with Comics right now....

@KabenSaal

That's Shuri, T'Challa's sister. She takes over the mantle as Black Panther when T'Challa is annexed from the throne/is exiled.

Heroes and Villains : The Resistance (HAV : TR)

Elis bumps into them while not watching where they are going, and that puts them right in the line of sight of an alien gun

@KabenSaal

Death is sweet. Death is inevitable.

Hunters of Remnant: Bleeding Hearts

@tobiax Hmm, ok. I'm not sure what kinds of music exist in RWBY, so I don't quite know how to contrast the two. If you can enlighten me, that'd be great.

Hunters of Remnant: Bleeding Hearts

@tobiax Just went ahead and got rid of that part.

Heroes and Villains : The Resistance (HAV : TR)

His arms shook visibly from lack of nourishment and he ran off of no more than adrenaline. A pistol flew his way and he caught it in his grasp; using a firearm was no issue for him, thought it had been some time since he had need of one. If muscle memory serves him right, all he had to do was aim and pull the trigger; he hoped it worked.

No hesitation stunted the smooth raise of his arm and the first pull of the trigger. Hot lead left steaming holes in one of the alien's neanderthal shaped heads. A smoking gun in his grasp, his head turned to Ollie.

"Stop calling me 'Mr', and why you still talk like you retarded or somethin'?"

He quick-swtitched between several aliens while firing bullets until those in front of him were dead. He turned back to Ollie with his gun smoking and the bodies piled up.

"You know I'mma beat that ass when we get outta here, right?"

He looked for an exit amidst all the gun smoke.

@Silentsniper211

Gotham City: Shadow of the Bat

Cochese "Blackface" Johnson

Name: Cochese Vermont Johnson.

Age
27.

Appearance:


Personality
An avid fan of seventies blaxploitation films, he retains the stoccata beat and imabic stresses exhibited by the earliest blaxploitation stars: Pamela Greer, Richard Roundtree, Melvin Van Peebles, Fred Willliamson. He is quick to fly into indignant and irrational fits if he feels slighted. His stride is lax, a smooth glide matches his otherwise tempered and simple outlook on life: be the flyest, baddest cat around.

Biography
At age 9 he was the 'look out' kid for local corner boys and petty drug hustlers. Number slips, nickelbags, grocery lists, anything one might fathom. By age eleven he had already learned how to use his first deuce-deuce or .22 as the ofay kids say. He shot bottles, cans, squirrels and any other unsuspecting inanimate (and when he felt especially cruel, animate) objects that crossed his path. Cochese was 15 when he shot his first human being. By then he had graduated to larger handguns: .45 ACP's, Magnums, Desert Eagles, real wrist ringers. Gotham's desolate East End was in the middle of a turf war between three gangs. Two-Face, Black Mask, and a small splinter gang formed of disillusioned and power-hungry dimwits from both sides, The Five Crowns, vie for the scraps of some old and long forgotten warehouses and rights to small strips of drug turf littered with empty syringes and an ever-dwindling clientele base.

Diddy Bop was his street name. His real name was Demaree Robinson, Cochese knew him from his time spent as a runner for Lunatic Terry, leader and founder of Cochese's ilk. Diddy Bop was one of Two-Face's boys: he was a clean cut kid, smart as all get out; he should have stayed in school, why did he choose to throw his life away like that? Despite his idiocy, the kid could dance his tail off, if this were the eighties and breakdancing was still avant-garde alongside the rest of Hip-Hop culture, Diddy probably would have been one of the best B-Boys of all time. But this wasn't the eighties, and Diddy was in the wrong place at the wrong time.

Cochese didn't want to do it, but if he didn't, he'd piss off Lunatic Terry--and if he did, well, let's just say there ain't no Black Caesars saving disenfranchised delinquent black boys from crazy white men with agendas and lots of guns. So, he carried out the hit. It was a late night in the dregs of East End's territory, and they were right on time. Two-Face's gang, outside of some of his closer conglomerate members, didn't take direct orders from the Face himself and instead the runts of the gang would wander off in search of their own opportunities to cause a little ruckus and bother the law-abiding citizens of the End. Upstanding patron of justice that he was, Cochese would stop them at all costs if it meant he finally got to rock colors: that maroon and brown with the golden crown engraved on the back and in white letters, "Five" stitched on the top of the logo and "Crowns" stitched beneath. It was all worth it.

He only wanted to hit one of them, though: Diddy. Why? There was no glory in killing someone you didn't know, any coward can do that. It takes some "cajones" as the Hispanics say to pop somebody you have a connection with. Black warpaint covered his face beneath a drawn hoodie and a baclava. He waited for them to separate and stalked his prey beneath the streetlights that only had every other one lit; the city hadn't bothered to fix the electrical wiring problem in East End for years, nobody cared. Finally, Diddy and his crew split up; Cochese crouched and advanced on his unsuspecting target slowly as Diddy shook up the spray can and began to tag a wall whose face had been decorated twelve times over by the other gangs. At this point, it was just more respectable to find a new wall to vandalize. Cochese took the safety off and cocked the hammer back mid-creep; the whir of the spray-can and Diddy's own adrenaline prevented him from picking up on the future Crowned King who would end his life.

BOOM, BOOM, BOOMBOOMBOOM!

.50 AE caliber rounds are made for putting down large animals, not human beings. Gruesome doesn't begin to paint how sickening the scene was. A quarter sized coup de tat gaped from the back of Diddy's head as his body crumpled and slid down the wall; that black hole stared right at Cochese, the murderer. Gunshots were common in East End, and normally wouldn't cause much rise from the tenants in the neighborhood, but these were death knells. The sound from the firing powder crackling alone was enough to rouse Rip Van Winkle from his slumber; windows flung open, blood rounded into a coagulated pool. Masked assailant and now Crowned King--official member of the Five Crowns, Cochese Johnson, later dubbed "Blackface" by his compatriots, had done it; he had earned his crown. He had thrown his youth away.

This was in the years before Batman had disappeared, the GCPD were still overworked, tired and underpaid--but they at least had the Dark Knight helming the effort against crime, particularly in East End. That's why it didn't take long for Cochese to be pinned with the murder. He had worn the same white and green Adidas tennis shoes that left shoe marks at the crime scene when he gotten into an argument with Lunatic Terry a few days later. Cochese had gotten cocky and carried himself with the same infectious pomp and arrogance as his blaxploitation heroes; his mouth got loud and loose--he started bragging about what he had done. It didn't take long for one of Gordon's lackeys to come knocking on his door with handcuffs and an arrest warrant.

He plead coersion and insanity--mental destability was common among his type, and he had taken orders from someone else. He served the first three years in juvenile until he was eighteen, then he was transferred to Blackgate where he served out the rest of his twelve year sentence.

Now he's back on the street. The Five Crowns are still active, and Lunatic Terry has done well to expand the small time band of rascals into a middling crime ring. But something is different... The Kings aren't too fond to hear about the returned of one of their Crowned.

Abilities: Metahuman (Gene is latent as of his introduction to the story)

Regenerative Healing Factor: Cochese can mitigate most forms of natural damage depending on the severity of the injury. His metagene accelerates his body's healing factor to exponential heights; this does not mean he is invulnerable or unkillable, rather it takes more than a few bullets and some stab wounds to take him down. If one were to cut off his head, he'd die a swift death. If he lost too much blood to a vital organ, he would die. Since he has no other unnatural entities in his body (metals, infusions) his healing factor is of a better grade than others and does not burn itself out as regularly.

Enhanced Agility: His metagene also grants him the ability to leap, twist, flip, duck, and weave effortlessly across a battlefield. He can chain punches and kicks together without having to think about it for a second.

Enhanced Reflexes: He is not fast enough to dodge bullets, but he can react quick enough to, say, a rapid offensive from a foe. His reaction speed is increased enough to allow him to avoid many unseen ailments to himself (traps, strikes coming from behind him or from the shadows) though he is not keen at detecting others.

Weapons: None as of right now.
Equipment: His Five Crowns kutte.
Weaknesses: Lacks refined martial training, he knows how to streetfight. He lacks leadership qualities and is often indecisive. His metagene has yet to activate, and so he is just a normal man. His pomp will get him into situations he often cannot get out of. He lacks insight and foresight, his mind is confined to the now.