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@Member 00492 First off, I always miss your interest checks.

Secondly--no Green Lanterns? I weep.

Third, I'll have a CS up by Sunday.

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Vernon Reed

Age: 17

Gender: Male

Alias: Green Lantern of Sector 2814

Parents: An earth-bound male and woman. Grandson of John Stewart.

Powers & Abilities:

Green Lantern Ring: One who is selected to bear a Green Lantern ring harnesses Willpower as its source on the emotional spectrum. As a result, one is privy to a litany of abilities. Common to all wearers of a ring is the ability to create hard-light constructs respective of the color under which their ring operates. Vernon's constructs are green. A Lantern ring is not limited to constructs and outfits one with a number of great powers.

Oan Energy Manipulation: A Green Lantern's ring affords him the ability to control specific energies on the emotional spectrum. One can also expel this energy in the form of blasts, waves, cones, etc.

Natural Energy Absorption: It has been shown in the past by senior Corps members that a Lantern ring can absorb some natural energies: lightning, fire, water. A ring can only expel these energies outward, it has no kinetic control over any energy it absorbs.

Flight: A standard mode of travel for any possessor of a Power Ring. Vernon, much like his father, is among the best fliers in the Corps, though not the best.

Force Field: When a Lantern is wearing her ring, she has a thin forcefield surrounding her body which allows her to: breathe in space, funnel wastes, toxins, resins, and poisons, and protects her from projectiles of varying kind.

Energy Constructs: Tied to the specific emotion under which the Power Ring operates, the energy constructs produced by a Power Ring vary depending on the strength of said emotion within a user. A member of the Red Lantern Corps whose rage is deep creates sturdier and stronger constructs than one who is yet to enslave himself to the fire within. The same goes for a member of the Green Lantern Corps: one whose Will is powerful creates stronger constructs than one who is without a firm will (Hal Jordan, the most famous member of the Lantern Corps, has been shown to contain Superman within his constructs for a short period of time, even while Superman resisted.)

Imagination: There is a reason why the Power Rings, and specifically the Green Lantern Power Rings, are considered by many to be the most dangerous weapon in the universe: the only thing that limits a Power Ring is one's imagination. Whatever one can imagine, his ring can create. Vernon's constructs retain the architectural integrity of his father's, but the creativity of Kyle Rayner's.

Willpower: He has not yet reached the apex of human will like the older, battle-hardened champions of the Corps: Hal Jordan, Kyle Rayner, Guy Gardner, John Stewart, Kilowog, Saalaak, etc. His lack of overwhelming willpower speaks to his lack of experience as a relatively new recruit. As such, his constructs are nowhere near strong as some of the aforementioned members.

Pocket Dimensions and Wormholes: A common use of pocket dimensions and wormholes among members of the Corps is for storage of their Ring's Lantern, the sole method for re-charging a ring aside from siphoning energy from another ring of the same type. Vernon has not yet discovered other uses for this ability.

Post Transformation

He wears a black t-shirt, blue jeans, and brown boots otherwise.

Bio:

In the deepest tundras of space, the light had died. A quarter-century after the Regime, and still more time passed since Batman began his reformation efforts, there was nothing. Twenty years ago, the gleams of light shone bright across the reaches of the cosmos, illuminating the endless expanse of the galaxy where men dwelt. Hope, greed, fear, will, hate, love, compassion, greed, death, life. Gone. It was a good day to die. These days it seemed like everyone had forgotten what it meant to feel. Everyone had settled, and Superman's tyranny had fell to the back of everyone's mind--or so it felt. Vernon's father had always told him that disaster strikes where urgency recedes, and Vernon had always taken it to heart. It served him well during his civilian life, and it serves him doubly in his tenure as a Lantern.

Nepotism is not a reason one is selected for the Green Lantern Corps, and if such a thing does occur, it is an exception to an age old tradition. In an extreme and special case, the child or immediate relative to a deceased or retired Corps member will be chosen for induction by the ring and the Guardians of Oa, subsequently, for sharing a similar--or exact--trait that warranted the elder family member's selection. Often, such selection is done without explanation, one is chosen and flown to convene with the Guardians without regards to whom, what, or why.

Such rare circumstances befall the ordinary man sometimes, and Vernon was one such unlucky man. His reaction, one might deduce, was suspicious at worst and skepticism all around. The Guardians never were ones for answering questions, and had gone through a. . . transitioning period in the intervening years of the Regime's fall and Batman's restoration. Luck was on Vernon's side, for he inherited his grandfather's rather untenable habit of not asking questions and doing the task assigned of him. If he had known Hal Jordan, he'd probably know what his grandfather was not a man who refused to ask questions, he was a man who refused to leave them unanswered.

It was this same curiosity that, when assigned as the new Lantern of Sector 2814 (Earth) led him to read and research the events leading up to the rise of the Regime and Superman's fall from grace only two decades ago: he read about the decimation of the Corps, both Green and Yellow, Hal Jordan's disappearance, the deaths of Oliver Queen, Alfred Pennyworth, Guy Gardner, John Stewart, Billy Batson--and most shocking to him at least, the disappearance of the galaxy's inter-galactic police force: the Green Lanterns. He knew, of course, that the Corps was still around, but it was no where near its former strength and lacking its most prestigious members, who were either dead or M.I.A.

He would take on the challenge himself, re-build the Corps. from the ground up! Or so he thought. Before he could ever dream of being anything close to worthy of leading the Green Lantern Corps, he first had a lot to learn. With few available ranking officers assigned to Sector 2814, Vernon had to look elsewhere for training, and so now he attends Oliver Queen's Memorial School in hopes of bettering himself so he may lead a new generation of Green Lanterns and restore the shattered image of the once respected purveyors of hope--and just as well, to uphold the oath that had not been uttered in Sector 2814 for a quarter century:

In Brightest Day
In Blackest Night
No Evil shall escape my sight
Let those who worship Evil's might
Beware my power
Green Lantern's light!

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@Thecrash20 Pretty sure there is.

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Vernon shook his head. His power ring ceased its warm green sputter, and he walked inside of the school. WHen he finally got inside, there were maps everywhere, it seemed. Did Batman think his students were senile or was the Bat finally beginning to mirror the poor vision of his namesake? If the latter, it was a true shame; it made Vernon realize that even the finest mortals soon succumb to time's advance. Such a revelation filled him with awe and wonder, he foresaw the day he would give up his ring in old age or in death--he was hopeful it wouldn't come about by way of mortus--yet he also saw the day where he could give up the worry that came with being a hero. Yes, the day when one has reached the twilight of life and has the honor of raising grandchildren in the company of his beleaguered wife and progeny who would probably hate him. A good life it would be, indeed.

Vernon located where the assembly would take place and he headed in the appropriate direction. He kept interaction with the other mass of students to a minimum, and retained a vigilant eye on his surroundings as he walked. After his 'altercation' with the protester, he had enough interaction for one day--if he could help it, that is. Things befall one regardless of his wishes. Mindful of such unlucky occurrences, Vernon attempted to stalwart his mind against this mysterious tide of potential unfortunate circumstance; he was, of course, playing a fool's game--and he never was good at games.

He made his way to the assembly, and then realized he was woefully early. He also realized he was more woeful than early, he hated being early; being early always meant he had guessed wrong. If there was one thing Vernon hated above most else, it was making the wrong guess about things he could control. In his case, it often meant someone else made the right guess and had the advantage. A Lantern should never lose his advantage, because without advantage, Vernon thoought, one had no leverage--and without leverage, one had to guess even more, and making the wrong guess meant a lapse in judgement, which gave gave way to the situation having control over him; a lack of control made it easier for fear to take hold. Lanterns don't fear. That's what he was taught, anyway. He hadn't had the time to test this philosophy. Vernon hoped he was never in a position where he had to do such a thing.

X-Men: Cosmic Crusades 👽

Oshea Jackson

"They want a fight? I'll bring it to 'em."

Location: Hanson Power Plant.

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Somehow Oshea avoided splattering his face against the concrete. Bless the stars! Allison would never talk to him if he bruised up his flawless face. He wouldn't talk to himself if he had his exorbitant features tarnished by some reject Flash clone. Oshea spun around in .001 seconds and darted back to the Blackbird with all the might he could muster. He skid to a stop, creating a small fissure in the concrete and kicking up small bits of gravel from the sudden halt of speed and velocity. He lifted up his red visor and spoke in a tone that verbalized the worry he had been trying to deafen since the morning.

"Uh, yeah, big problem! Quicksilver's already here. An' if he's here, the rest of them fools can't be far behind. What we gonna do?"

Quicksilver. He was one of the fastest mutants alive, way out of Oshea's league, for sure. Pietro could have killed Oshea in nanoseconds, why didn't he? Why did Quicksilver choose to toy with him? Oshea couldn't find an answer, and thinking about it--about being so close to death, made him angry; he had to focus, though. If things went bad as Oshea expected them to, he figured he'd run into Maximoff again, and he wasn't sure Pietro would be so kind the next time around. Would he be ready? Only time would tell.

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Getting used to civilian life--that is life without using his Power Ring as a crutch--was tedious. If he was going to learn how to be a Lantern, he figured he had to walk among those he was going to protect. None of his self-righteous sentiment averted the stench of alcohol and urine on the city bus, however. Vernon knew he could easily take to the skies and make a grand entrance during orientation, but that would be the easy way out; he wasn't supposed to take the easy way out. So he bore the amalgamate of detestable smells for long as necessary. Soon, the bus slowed in front of his destination: the Oliver Queen Memorial School. There was a sea of bodies packed against one another and a barrage of epithets which Vernon could not decipher.

He rose from his seat and walked to front of the bus where he made a prompt exit, upon which he was immediately greeted by an even more powerful cauldron of malodors: must, human body odor. Ugh. How long had they been out there? Sure, warm bodies pack heat when in close proximity to others, but by the Guardians this was inhumane. This, accompanied by the growing virulence of the protestors, Vernon began weaving his way through the crowd, a relatively easy task for someone as lean as he. The gates weren't too far ahead of him when his power ring began glowing in his pocket.

"Activating defensive protocol."

"What? Why? Not now."

As Vernon approached the gates, he stepped through them and into the courtyard of the school--unbeknownst to him (though obvious to anyone else) he had just exposed and subjected himself to the ire of the anti-metahuman protesters, even though he was human just like them. A brick came rocketing toward the back of Vernon's head. . .

"He's one of them!"

"Protocol activated." -- the brick bounced off the thin forcefield erected around his body. Reed looked over his shoulder in shock, and with partial disgust at the sheer hatred these people had for people they did not know. Vernon's annoyance was not enough to incite anger, he continued toward the school's steps where he admired the creative, comical, yet still sound architecture of the school's exterior. Vernon supposed Batman did have good taste after all. He smiled and walked inside.

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You just set up a server and send invites, its rather simple. But yes, it can be distracting sometimes. In my experience, it is helpful as a second mode of communication where people can update other members about absences, RL issues preventing one from posting, and notifying other members about when they are going to post.

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Should we invest in a Discord?

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If you mean the thing that I know you mean, it is in there, its just not obvious.