Afro Samurai

Injustice: Kingbreaker

working on my character right now

Injustice: Kingbreaker

gonna read up on Injustice 2 before I post a CS since I've gotten through the first five years of Injustice and Ground Zero and I want to make a Lantern character but I'm not sure on the status of the Lantern core.

Straight Outta Wisco

Also from Wisconsin, welcome to the Guild.

Why We Fight? (WWII with superpowers)

@Oak7ree Walter's still here, just not sure how to integrate him into the espionage. Any ideas on your end?

Injustice: Kingbreaker

yep

X-Men: Cosmic Crusades 👽

o no not Quicksilver im shook lol

The X-Pendibles

Is this accepting new characters? I've had my eye on this for some time and I realize I am quite late to the get down, but I'd be happy to finally get a chance to join.

X-Men: Cosmic Crusades 👽

Oshea Jackson

"You lack the minerals and viramins, iron, and the niacine."

O.C. - Time's Up

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Oshea awoke from his slumber; one last glance out of the window, it looked like the Blackbird landed. With a grunt and a stretch of his arms, Oshea then unbuckled himself from the seat and rose. A stream of cold shot down his spine, and he let out an audible shudder. Sure it wasn't winter, it seemed Oshea's nerves begun to get the better of him the closer he got to the Blackbird's exit. Sunlight, today it was a lush yellow stronger than usual and coated with patches of red and orange. He stopped to marvel its presence, and it occurred to him: he'd rather not be fighting the Brotherhood today, no, today he wanted to sleep. In sleep, he couldn't be worried about the next task, the next request, the next loss.

As he and his compatriots often had to do, Oshea pushed his doubt to recesses of his mind. He froze. Dull aches rushed from the soles of his feet to the crown of his head; the onset of his anxiety. But why now? He had done far more daring things than fighting the Brotherhood: getting into fist fights with armed gunman, throwing Hail Mary passes on 4th and 25 in Madden, talking back to his mother. A myriad of things had been more worthy of his fear than beating up a few bad guys, a simplification of course, the Brotherhood were well-trained mutant assassins in every right--but Oshea always thought the mundane more frightening than the fantastic. Breathe, fool. Breathe.

Oshea never took his mother's advice for much, and he knew he should have. Her face swam to the front of his mind from whatever crevice he had buried it, and louder than ever, in unison with his sub-conscious, she spoke to him for the first time in years:

"Just breathe, baby. It's gonna be alright."

As a boy, he was never prepared for anything; he did everything on a whim, a swell of hotblood, the pulse of a desire. It was also the reason he ran from anything that seemed too big for him. All of this, this X-men business, this Brotherhood business, it was all too big for him--and now he had to run toward it.

He closed his eyes, and let the black blot out his worry alongside each breath he took. He opened his eyes; sunlight, a stronger and more lush yellow than usual. He flipped the visor on his face; all color fell to mono-ruby red. One last breath. Breathe.

A whir of wind, a blue streak. A fine disappearing act, if he were to say so himself. It was game time, and Oshea was ready to play, he scouted the surrounding area for anything nefarious in nature or ontology.

X-Men: Cosmic Crusades 👽

working on my post rn

X-Men: Cosmic Crusades 👽

Oshea Jackson

"Sometimes I wish I could soar; I don't like bein' grounded. Haha, get it?"

'Oshea' was it? Scout the area.' Yeah, sure, put him on janitor duty again. The one downside to posessing insane amounts of speed was that you were the first one sent into oblivion. What if they had some telepath who could shut off his X-Gene? Exactly, no one would know because Oshea would be dead. Why was it that everyone thought having super-speed meant you could just get in and out of predicaments without problems? Oshea knew he was fast, hell, everyone knew he was fast, but there are some things that can't be outrun no matter how fast one was. He sat somewhere in the middle of the Blackbird, not inclined to be alone for the entire ride, but he also didn't feel like talking much. He wasn't the leader (thank the heavens) and he left the strategies to the folks in charge.

He put his headphones in and relaxed himself. His reclined the visor on his X-suit and peered out the plane's window where he took in the skies. One of his dreans as a kid was to be able to fly; he got the complete opposite of what he wanted! Running fast was cool and all, but even non-mutants could run; flight defied all normal human capability. It was more extra-ordinary because it put one closer to the stars, the cosmos, the universe. He and Ayita hardly spoke to one another, but he was always a little envious of her shapeshifting abilities. What she could see when she was soaring above entire populations paralyzed him with wonder.

"Recon, go--" instant slumber.