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Create-A-Hero: A Superhero RPG (Closed)

Got the collab post up. I'm really enjoying this.

Create-A-Hero: A Superhero RPG (Closed)

Director Alexander Anderson stepped down onto the landing pad on the roof of the secret STRIKE detention facility located in the forest just outside of Lost Haven. Once the black special ops chopper that had transported him from Washington DC had touched down at the facility, a large group of staff descended on the craft, each eager to welcome him to the facility.

Don’t you people have work to do? Anderson thought to himself as he greeted the “welcoming committee.” Anderson was less than pleased to have been pulled away from the STRIKE headquarters in the nation’s capital, however, a part of him couldn’t resist the chance to put a problem in its place.

“Welcome to Alpha Base, Sir. The subject is currently in an isolation unit on sublevel 7.2.” One of the facility’s administrators told the Director.

“He’s completely cut off from all electronics?” Anderson asked.

“Of course.”

“And the suit?”

“The suit is currently being stored safely in the armory.” The administrator said proudly.

“Good.” Anderson said as he made his way into the building. “Take me to him.”

Anderson was led through the building by a pair of administrators. Though he knew every inch of the facility, he allowed them to point out the various features of the building as they made their way through it. Though listening to their prattling on was akin to nails on a chalkboard, he didn’t stop them. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity to Anderson, they reached the door to sublevel 7.2.
“I can take it from here gentlemen.” Anderson said as he turned to his escorts, making it perfectly clear that this was not a request.

“Director?” One of the administrators protested.

“It’s alright, I’m a big boy, I can take care of myself.” Anderson said, perhaps more smugly than he had intended.

Anderson made his way down the long corridor of sublevel 7.2. While one might expect such a place to be dark and dingy, it was anything but. The harsh white lights and almost sterile surroundings might remind you of a hospital wing. The only difference being that in place of relatively comfortable rooms, there were what could only be described a glass pods, each containing a single individual. The cells themselves were Spartan in nature, a single uncomfortable cot and a steel toilet were the only furniture in the pods, which were kept at least 20 degrees cooler than room temperature.

Anderson continued through the main corridor and went through another secure doorway. On the other side of this door was a single cell, and in that cell sat a single young man. Though he may be unassuming, the young man in the cell was more than capable of creating havoc on a large scale, and in fact, he had done so very recently during the Lost Haven Riots.

“Tsk, tsk, tsk, you’ve caused a lot of trouble Mr. Price. I mean really, using a news chopper as a battering ram? That was…somewhat uncalled for, don’t you think?” Anderson said as he approached the cell.

Angel looked up at the man, no, the Director, as he approached. The sedatives had worn off not too long ago, and he still had a headache. Rubbing his bloodshot eyes, and looking at Anderson distastefully, he said, "You know what else is uncalled for? Knocking me out, wrecking my home, and taking me back here. God, I haven't been here in ages, and for good reason."

Standing up groggily, Angel staggered over to the glass wall, and leaned in, slamming his fist on it. "You don't think I feel guilty? That those three people that I killed don't haunt me? Well they do, Anderson. And from some of the stuff I've found in your databases, you should be a lot more penitent."

Turning away, disgusted, Angel sat down on the cot and leaned against the wall, eyeing the Director with distaste. "And you know what is really uncalled for, Director? Getting a woman with FREAKING PLASMA-BASED FLIGHT ROBOTS AND DRONE BODIES TO TRANQ ME WHEN I WAS ABOUT TO GO AFTER THE SHROUD!"

Anderson listened to Angel’s protests and simply shrugged. He wasn’t interested in arguing semantics with the metahuman, he was simply there to show the young meta that no matter how far he ran, no matter where he hid, that STRIKE would eventually track him down, and could bring him in on a whim.

“Angel, my conscience is clear. I’ve never done anything that wasn’t for the greater good. Unfortunately, you can’t say the same. You murdered three people, three people with families…mind you, and you did it so that you could get an upper hand in a pissing contest with a low level merc. It’s a shame too, that reporter was quite the looker. I can’t say I thought much of her ‘reporting’ skills, but she was easy on the eyes.” Anderson said in slightly mocking turn.

“As for our tactics in bringing you in…you should be thankful that we sent Archangel after you and not Iron Knight, for all of her quirks, the young lady has shown a lot more…restraint than the Knight. Besides, you’re wasting your time going after the Shroud Syndicate. They’re an annoyance, and while they have proven to be dangerous, they are nothing compared to the threats that we are facing. If you knew half of what you thought you knew, you’d know that your ‘talents’ are misplaced in going after the Shroud Syndicate.” Anderson’s tone was condescending. He paused for a moment to allow his words to sink in.

“Mr. Price, we’ve been testing you from the moment you walked out of this facility. Son, do you really think that someone like you could really break into our database as easily as you did and get such sensitive information if we didn’t want you to? Granted, you did surprise us when you commandeered Sherlock, and for that I congratulate you…but the secret files you hacked into, the deep dark secrets that you found…son, I really do hate to break it to you, but you didn’t find anything that I didn’t want you to find.” Anderson paused for a moment as he looked away from Angel.

“You know, that mech of yours is something special. And don’t even think of trying to repeat your…disappearing act. You’ll never get to the suit, it’s securely locked away in the Level 3 armory. No, I don’t think you’d stand a chance of getting to it in one piece.” Anderson smiled as he took a small datapad out of his pocket and set it on the ground just outside of Angel’s cell.

“Son, we’re headed for a war…I want you to be sure that you’re fighting for the right side.” Anderson said, smiling as he turned away from Angel Price and made his way back out of the cell block.

Angel remained silent as Anderson justified his actions. Well, it seemed that he was doing everything for the same reasons that Angel was, although his conscience was not troubled by the terrible things he'd done. As the Director flippantly disregarded War-Pulse, Angel shook his head. "The only reason you think that War-Pulse's threat level is negligible is because I had caught him at a bad time, apparently. I was barely able to hold him off, and the news copter got me the chance to escape."

Anderson then made mocking comments about the female reporter's looks, and lack of actual skill, and this simply infuriated him even more. This man simply exacerbated any situation he got involved in, him and his damned organization. Dammit, he felt bad enough already. Would he have to shoulder this man's moral burden, as well? Then, Anderson decided to drop a bomb on him, out of the blue.

Wh-what? They had known? He had been so careful! It was all a test? So... everything he did was worthless? No! That couldn't be true! Could it? Angel leaned against the back of the cell, and covered his face with his hands. However, he needed to correct Anderson on one thing. Taking a deep breath, and lowering his hands, which he clenched into fists. "I didn't commandeer Sherlock, Director. I freed him." After that, he felt no need to talk to the Director. The only thing he wanted to do was punch that smug bastard's nose in, but that was impossible. So he sat in his cell, and he waited for him to leave.

When the Director left the detention block, at least from what Angel could see, the young man looked at the datapad that Anderson had given him. It was no secret that Angel could easily use this to wreak havoc on STRIKE, working with his prior knowledge of the facility, and his special abilities. So he didn't trust it. Hell, he didn't trust the very air he breathed, so steeped in subterfuge and plotting. So he tentatively synchronized with the device, and discovered that there was no discernible malicious software of any kind, so he probed deeper.

There were several video, audio, picture, and text files, so Angel browsed through them at lightning speed; able to process the information much quicker; as fast as the machine could load them, Angel could view them and understand them. The data formed decipherable patterns, as Angel watched.

The Curious Sky.

@RadioactiveRat Pretty good character design! Although nuns don't really exist, and every Church member wears the same unisex outfit (with slight variations for individual gods/goddesses.) It's kinda a mix between the color scheme of the High Illuminator's outfit, and the design of the Inquisitor's.

However, if she's a full time Inquisitor of the Investigation Branch, that just happens to be disguised as a normal Church member, her dress uniform would look something like this:


and she would be disguised as whatever the job requires.

Everything else is pretty spot-on! You got the theme I was going for!

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@jasonwolfIt could be in Celine's 'will', that her iPod goes to the archives when she dies. It'd be a collection of metal, rock, and alt rock.

The Curious Sky.

Here! The OOC is up!

The Curious Sky.

The Curious Sky

The world had ended hundreds of years ago. At least, that's what the historians say. The priests and clergy tell you that the Gods created the world, and it was always this way. Even if it had mattered before, there was no way for anyone to find out. Because the world is only 6500 kilometers wide.

Setting

The entirety of the known world is 6500 kilometers wide, and is on a plateau, ringed by endless steep cliffs, which fall into an endless void below. The Church of the Innumerable Ones controls every aspect of the government, and in the 4000 years that their world has existed, has thoroughly propagandized most of the population into believing that it was always this way. But one family of Old World nobility refused, and continues to refuse that that's the case. The Novak family maintains a large archive of old texts, pictures and paintings, and defunct technology. Despite this obvious proof, the Church is able to keep the general populace lulled into complacency.

Cities

Two cities lay at opposite sides of the world, Primum in the north, Custos in the south, with various farming villages, forestry towns and mining camps in between. Primum is the seat of the Church, and home to the many spires and minarets of the ever-expanding Temples of the Gods. Custos is the main population center, and home to the existing industrial centers and the Novak family's mansion and archives.

Technology

Most of the technology from the mythic Old World is lost, and the most advanced modern technology is being developed in Custos, ranging from landwalkers to mining machines, telegraph lines to message tubes, running water to automatic fans. For this, just take a look at most Victorian-era Steampunks, and translate it into this.
However, even though the technology is 'lost', the Church retains control of advanced developments, such as communicators, high-intensity lasers, and television/viewscreens, calling them blessings of the Gods. (For the sake of the story, no one will know any better, and view them as wonderful mythical items.)

Culture

The culture is based heavily around the Church, worshiping the gods, paying tithes, and being a generally good person. Imagine 1950's American saccharine-sweet family values, Victorian-era morals, and a multideity Pantheon, and you have the general population. However, as in every culture, there are the red light centers and vice dens. These are generally kept in the alleys behind buildings, or even underground, to keep them from the public view. Obedience to the Church is expected at all times, and Clergymen are to be treated with reverence. The intellectual community is mainly high-class to well-off citizens, connected by mutual contacts. While it is mildly difficult to get in, if you know one person, you generally can gain access to almost any resource available. The Church, while a large organization, is formed of many tight-knit parishes, which all connect to the central Temples in Primum. This does mean that two parishes and Priests sometimes do go head-to-head, however.

Plot

The current times are changing rapidly for the World. The Church is becoming more demanding in it's requirements of obedience. Back alleys seem to be becoming underground centers of illegal business, more and more. The Novaks are working on a secret project that they say could change the world. And throughout all of this, there is a growing feeling of resentment towards the Church, causing several small villages to oust their local Priests, and then, very quietly, and with a minimum of publicity, get slaughtered in the night by the Inquisition. The larger cities are all but unaware of this, however, and blissfully go about their lives. This is a turning point in the World's history. Will you side with the resistance, and struggle against insurmountable odds? Or will you ally yourself with the Church, and try to take care of the problem as quickly as possible? Might you associate yourself with the Novaks, and try to help them in achieving their mysterious goal?

It's all up to you.

Character Sheet

Name:
Age:
Height/Weight:
Appearance: (If you put a picture, please put a short description as well. Not needed, just personal preference.)
Birthplace:
Profession:
Skills/Talents:
Association: (You have three options if you wish to be associated with any of the main factions:
1- The Novak family= You are an associate, such as an intern, temp, librarian, secretary, researcher, historian, mechanic, etc.
2- The Church of the Innumerable Ones= You can be one of two things. One, a representative of the Temples, investigating the resistance, or finding out what the Novak family is doing. Two, becoming a Footman in the Inquisition, and actively fighting the resistance, and hampering the Novaks' efforts.
3- Resistance= You are a soldier, quartermaster, propagandist, etc. All the leaders of the Resistance are NPCs, however, you could possibly be a high-ranking officer.

Of course, you could choose to not align with any of these groups, and just strike out on your own, trying to find out what the hell is going on. Your choice.)
Personality:

Setting Images

(To help you get a sense of the setting.)

The High Illuminator (Head of the whole Church)

Low-Ranking Inquisitor(Street-level)

Custos

Primum

The Novak Estate, outside Custos

The World

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Also, I think that this song represents this RP.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=F9hagVL-__c

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Celine Anderson

Name: Celine Anderson

Codename: Bulldozer ('Dozer' for short.)

Age: 29

Gender: Female

Place of Birth: Palm Springs, CA, USA

Occupation: Citadel Guard (Division Leader)

Race: (Meta)Human

Appearance:

Powers: Celine's abilities are fairly straightforward. Her body is strong, abnormally so, and she can handle most blunt force trauma (I.E; punching through a wall, getting hit with a crowbar;) without batting an eye. However, piercing attacks, and slashing attacks affect her normally (so she can get cut and stabbed with knives, or shot to death, but not crushed beneath a tank, or bludgeoned.) Her internal organs are also resistant to blunt trauma, so it is hard for her to get a concussion, get knocked out, etc. She has enough physical strength to easily lift a small car, but anything larger is difficult.

Skills: Celine used to be a bouncer in the Palm Springs area, in a seedy bar in the bad part of town, after getting a Film and Photography major, and finding little work. She spent years at this job before her powers manifested. When they did, though, she decided to make money off her ability, and became a hero-for-hire, doing good and battling injustice for exorbitant prices. She is excellent at brawling (not martial arts or boxing), and using her .50 caliber pistol.
Quick list:
- Brawling
- Intimidation/Negotiation
- Pistol marksmanship
- Film and Photography

Equipment/Resources: Celine has her body armor from her hero-for-hire days, and her trademark .50 caliber revolver. She has a knife, for safety, but she's no knife fighter.

Picture

She also is in possession of a Canon L Lens Series camera, but she only has a Canon EF 24-70mm f/2.8L USM Lens, and doesn't have a computer to connect it to, but she has plenty of unused batteries for it.

Weaknesses: Celine, while inhumanly strong, and durable (against blunt trauma), can still get shot and stabbed like anyone else. She wears body armor to protect herself from this, but it isn't any better than a normal soldier's. She's also impulsive and brash, always rushing into situations without thinking.

Psychological Profile: Celine was always tough. With a gung-ho, impulsive attitude, she isn't liked by those that prefer to plan ahead. She is impulsive, preferring to think after acting, but if she has to slow down, she is quite canny, showing a surprising amount of intelligence for someone so bullheaded. She enjoys a good time, and can appreciate tranquility (for about 5 minutes).

Biography: Celine had a normal life in Palm Springs, California. At least until she fell off of a cliff, while hiking with her mother and father. When she landed at the bottom, however, she was perfectly fine. When she got back up to her family, she discovered that she was part of a swiftly growing group of so-called metahumans. However, she decided to not let her newfound ability change things, and she kept pursuing her dream of becoming a photographer. She attended a small photography school when she graduated, and got her Bachelors' in Film And Photography.

For two years after graduating, she tried to find work as a photographer, but was unsuccessful. So she decided that she'd use her ability to make enough to pay the bills. Becoming a bouncer in one of the seedy areas of Palm Springs (Which is not that bad compared to other cities), Celine kept her powers mostly secret, with everyone simply believing that she was an Olympic-level athlete who chose to be a bouncer after an injury. Until one fateful day, when a man found out.

The man, it turned out, was an ex-mercenary, who felt that he was unneeded in the rise of the metahumans. He immediately recognized her ability, and offered to become her handler, so with his expertise of the mercenary world, and her abilities, they became a powerful duo.

In the years leading up to the Fall, Celine, who went by her callsign 'Dozer' when on the job, either took out or put away several dangerous criminals, mostly metahumans. Redshot, Silverfall, and Phage were some notable Metas that she took out, gaining her some fame across the West Coast. She is a recognizable figure to most people who paid attention to the news during and before the Fall, but she is nowhere near the level of recognition that someone like Zenith or Pariah has.

During the Fall, after weeks of frantic searching, Celine found her family. It wasn't pretty. They were dismembered, disemboweled, and atop the wall of the compound of a certain Vampirist who was convinced that he was Vlad Dracul himself. He wasn't. He wasn't even a proper Vampire. Just a metahuman with abilities like one. Celine, along with her handler, Andrew, killed him, and started making their way west. They arrived like tornadoes in the middle of the wasteland, confronting a group of raiders that had a scavenging group cornered. Saving the scavengers, she was brought back to the Citadel, where her renown and her powers earned her a place as a Division leader for a group of guards that patrolled the Citadel, the Walls, and the area around it. She is usually at the forefront of every battle, despite the protests of other officers, and has little patience for the paperwork required. Andrew usually takes care of anything that doesn't require her signature, anyway.

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@MrDidactDanke schon!

The Curious Sky.

Sweet! I'll get the OOC up in a few.