Byrd Man

Guardians of Infinity

Sounds like a plan.

Guardians of Infinity

Don't put that voodoo on me, Ruby!

Guardians of Infinity

I don't know when you wanted to start the IC, but you may have to bump me down. I'll be working all weekend.

Guardians of Infinity

Before I hold y'all up, I just need to communicate that I just don't feel like RPing superheroes at the moment. I wouldn't expect I'm much of an obstacle, but just hope not to be a pest as I drop out. Love y'all (or at least most of you, JK).

@Nightrunner

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Stop taking pictures I'm going to use in my story arcs!

Guardians of Infinity

Don't have it written,but I know what I want to do.

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

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Character you have created: Theodore Roosevelt

Alias: None

Speech Color: Normal speech.

Character Alignment: Hero

Identity: His identity is known, the fact that he's still alive is secret.

Character Personality: Roosevelt is very gung-ho (bully!) and considers himself a man of action. He will not hesitate to do whatever he needs to do to accomplish his goals. His willingness for combat is a front at this point. He needs to fight to feel alive. Long stretches without missions throw him into a state of melancholy. With no family and no friends, he needs something to do to give him purpose and strength. His is a man who needs a mission and without a mission he falls apart.

Uniform/costume: Picture

Origin Info/Details:

Executive Branch Backstory

In 1776, the Second Continental Congress signed the Declaration of Independence and went to war with Great Britain. In early 1777 General George Washington met with John Adams and Thomas Jefferson, representatives of the Continental Congress, in Philadelphia. With Jefferson was a man from France. The young Gilbert du Motier, known as the Marquis de Lafayette, was a prominent French military office even at his very young age. With Washington was Prussian Baron Friedrich Wilhelm von Steuben. Both men spoke to the three revolutionaries about an old and powerful society known as the Timekeepers. Made up of the elite thinkers, noblemen, and politicians, the Timekeepers acted as metronome for the entire world, responsible for maintaining the rhythm and natural order of things. It was the Timekeepers that declared that the time of British hegemony in the Americas would begin to end. The colonies would win the war, Lafayette and von Steuben would help them.

In a ceremony in Philadelphia Washington, Adams, and Jefferson were inducted into the Timekeepers order and shown their secrets. The ancient society possessed powerful artifacts of supernatural nature and had access to magic. Using the Timekeepers' tools, the Colonies defeated England and declared their independence. In 1787 Washington was elected president of the United States, Adams his vice-president, and Jefferson appointed secretary of state. As part of the Timekeepers, all three men had been made immortal and given a serum that gave them special abilities. All three faked their deaths at appropriate times and went into hiding in Europe in the early 1800's.

In 1830 the three men discovered the Timekeepers' long and winding plot that would see the United States expand all the way to the Pacific ocean, and then shatter into two separate nations after a long and bloody civil war. The three founding fathers could not bear to see the country they founded destroyed. Defying their society, the men fled Europe and returned to US. They used whatever means they could to stop and delay civil war, influencing politics from the shadows. In 1860 they used their hidden influence to elect a man who would keep the Union together: Abraham Lincoln. They revealed themselves to him and covertly worked with Lincoln throughout the war. The Timekeepers discovered the founding father's treachery and turned on them. Unable to stop the Union from winning the war, they had Lincoln assassinated in revenge. This did not stop the Founders, who used their magic to bring Lincoln back from the grave days after he was killed.

Europe and the powers that controlled it could no longer be trusted. The old world could never govern nor control the new. The four presidents founded the Executive Branch. It served as a clandestine organization that would protect and fight for the United States, her interest, and freedom any place and anywhere. Their ranks are made up of former American presidents and other historical figures, each of them turned immortal in the same way the three founders were. Their long war with the Timekeepers ended after the First World War, when the last remnants of the old and rotten society were swept away in the fiery cataclysm of the war.

Now in 2015, they wage clandestine wars against a variety of threats that include the Secret Soviet Union, the Fourth Reich, and the Roman Republic of Zombies. But something dark and unknown lurks on the outer reaches of the world. A darkness is setting in, and an old power is returning to take control.

Roosevelt Backstory

Theodore Roosevelt was born in 1858 to a prominent New York family. The young "Teddy" had several adventures, from becoming a boxing champion at Harvard to a historian and politician, to cowboy and sheriff's deputy in Montana, before he ventured into public service. He served as the first Commissioner of the New York Police Department and helped the expanding city's police develop into a true metropolitan police force. He served as Assistant Secretary of the Navy before the outbreak of the Spanish-American War caused him to resign his office and recruit his own cavalry regiment to the fight the war.

As Colonel Roosevelt leading the Rough Riders, Teddy accomplished military victories in Cuba that launched his political career further. He ran and was elected as Governor of New York and began a crusade for public reform. The powers that be in New York became scared of Roosevelt and out-maneuvered him by having him nominated as Vice-President under incumbent William McKinley, tossing Roosevelt out of the governor's mansion and in a meaningless post for four years. An assassin's bullet changed everything.

When McKinley died, Roosevelt became President and pushed forward with the rapid expansion of American military and industrial might, as well as reform in industry, government, and business. He finished McKinley's term and was reelected in a landslide. He decided not to seek a third term and handed the ball to his good friend William Howard Taft. Roosevelt in retirement watched Taft's presidency with a critical eye. He judged that his friend has mismanaged the cause of the Progressives and decided to run for president again in 1912 as a third party candidate in the "Bull Moose Party" the bitter election between Roosevelt and Taft caused the two men to split the Republican and Progressive vote, allowing Democrat Woodrow Wilson to be elected.

Roosevelt watched powerlessly while Wilson guided America into the First World War, a role he believed he should have done. His failing health only worsened when he learned the devastating news that his youngest son Quentin's plane had been shot down over France. The man who had always loved the thrill of combat had the brutal truths of war brought home to him. He died less than a year later at the age of sixty.

Shortly after the war the Executive Branch exhumed his body and brought him back to life. Immortal and reinvigorated, Roosevelt tried to work his way out of the loss of his son. As an operative he participated in OPERATION: SCAR in Chicago to root out occultist bootleggers in 1924 and OPERATION: DAGGER STEADY in 1936 involving the growing mystic powers of the Nazi Thule Society. During the outbreak of the Second World War Roosevelt was active in all theaters, from stealing the German Enigma Code with Abraham Lincoln to battling a Japanese sorceress with his old rival Taft. After the collapse of the Third Reich and the retreat of the Fourth Reich, the Executive Branch dug in to support freedom during the long Cold War with the Soviet Union and their counterpart to the EB, the Heroes of Lenin.

The collapse of the Soviet Union and the emergence of terrorism as the main concern of the day means that Roosevelt and his colleagues have had to change up their way of doing things to protect the world from threats.

Hero Type: Normal

Power Level: Street Level

Powers: None

Attributes: Roosevelt is an expert marksman with his fabled elephant gun as well as a skilled combatant in a variety of hand to hand fighting styles. Executive Branch training has also given him proficient espionage and spycraft abilities.

Strength Level: Normal Human.

Speed/Reaction Timing Level: Normal Human

Endurance at MAXIMUM Effort: Normal Human

Agility: Normal Human

Intelligence: Genius

Fighting Skill: Mastered

Resources: Extreme

Weaknesses: Roosevelt is immortal and cannot die of old age or disease, but he can be killed.

Supporting Characters:

Franklin D. Roosevelt - Theodore's cousin, director of operations for the Executive Branch
Abraham Lincoln - Fellow Executive Branch field agent
John F. Kennedy - Fellow Executive Branch field agent
Andrew Jackson - Fellow Executive Branch field agent
Fredrick II "Fredrick the Great" - Former Timekeeper grandmaster, Roosevelt nemesis
Lyudmila Pavlichenko - Soviet Sniper, Secret Soviet Union agent, Roosevelt love interest
Richard Nixon - Executive Branch's resident mage and mystic expert

Do you know how to post pictures on RPG boards?: Yes.

Sample Post (Minimum Four paragraphs containing dialogue. As this is an Advanced Level game, Sample must also meet the RPG forum's minimum requirement of 12 lines):

Southern Ural Mountains
0455 Local Time

"Something's not right," Teddy Roosevelt said under his breath.

His usual three-piece suit was gone, swapped out for the khaki Rough Rider's uniform with the silver eagle of a full Colonel on the collar. He wore his slouch hat with the bill folded on the right. Slung over his shoulder was the massive elephant gun that could take out nearly any creature on the planet, clipped to his belt was a truncheon -- the proverbial big stick.

Roosevelt stood in the middle of the small camp set up on the mountain plateau. A soft flurry of snow fell from the sky and coated the ground in the powder. Andrew Jackson, a Colt 1911 in hand and his saber strapped to his belt, checked the shacks in the facility with his squad of six tactical officers, former US special forces and police officers handpicked to be part of the elite work the Executive Branch did. Halfway across the camp, Nixon shuffled through the snow with his hands making arcane gestures.

"Have you found anything, Mr. Nixon?" Teddy called to him.

"No," Nixon said too quickly. Roosevelt couldn't see it, but Nixon was sweating profusely even in the cold. His enchantments were picking up magic unlike anything he had seen before. It was old and it was powerful, very powerful. There was a hum, ever so soft, and he appeared to be the only one who could hear it. It called to him, it whispered things to him and beckoned him closer. Nixon looked towards the rest of the group before he slowly shuffled further into the camp towards the source of the hum.

“What is your science telling us, Dr. Feynman?” Roosevelt called out to their resident science expert.

Richard Feynman and two scientists in radiation suits combed the area with Geiger counters. Feynman pecked at the touchscreen tablet with glove-clad fingertips.

“There’s radiation here, Mr. Roosevelt, albeit very background. UV lights show some kind of… liquid all through the area.”

Teddy walked over to the scientist and read their displays. He furrowed his brow as he saw the invisible contrails under the UV light.

“What the devil is that, Doctor?”

“I don’t know, sir.”

Teddy beckoned Jackson and ordered him and his team to slowly follow the trails towards their source. Roosevelt and the tactical squad spread out through the camp. Teddy gripped his elephant gun tightly and prepared for anything.

“Sir,” one of the officers yelled to Jackson. “Contact left!”

The tactical officers, Jackson, and Teddy all turned towards the officer. Shuffling in front of him was a man in tattered clothing. Black, inky liquid dripped from the man’s mouth as he approached the young officer.

“Get the fuck back!” the young man yelled.

In response, the raggedy man belched loudly. A large dollop of the black liquid spewed from his mouth and coated the officer. He screamed and fell backwards. He yelled in pain as the liquid coated his chest and face.

“Open fire!” Teddy yelled.

His elephant gun roared, mingling with the automatic weapons fire of the rest of the unit as they tore into the strange assailant.
Nixon heard the sounds of gunfire across the camp, but distantly. That hum was now filling his ears. Like a siren song it guided him through the dig site towards a pit. Nixon could see strange energy pulsating from the hole. His breath quickened as he approached the source of the power. He looked down into the abyss and felt like he was staring into his soul. A voice whispered in his ear, a dead language that hadn’t been spoken for thousands of years.

“My name?" He asked whatever was in the hole. "I... I am Richard Milhous Nixon, 37th President of the United States and Archmage of the Trilateral Guild…. Why am I here? I’m here because I know power when I see it. My whole life I’ve craved power, more and more and more. Maybe… maybe we can work out a deal.”

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@Byrd Man Man. I love Roosevelt. Just an awesome President. And an even better Hero apparently. You know if Roosevelt ever needed to borrow Excalibur I would have no problem with that. Don't know what Eva would think.

Eva. "Roosevelt who? Ain't heard of him. But no way is anyone 'borrowing' Excalibur."

@VATROU

Thanks for the offer, but I think TR has some pretty decent backup already.

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Prologue

Budapest
2310 Local Time

Theodore Roosevelt walked through the lobby of the hotel as calmly as possible. A defector from the Secret Soviet Union was on the top floor with James Madison. The plan was for Madison and Roosevelt to debrief him here in Budapest before smuggling him back into America where a more thorough debrief awaited at Mount Rushmore. The man, an ex-KGB colonel, knew the ins and outs of the secret Communist cabal the Executive Branch still knew very little about. If they could get him to America, then they would finally have an idea on how the Russians worked.

Roosevelt wore a plain black suit and tie with a white shirt. The magic of the EB's mages distorted his face to the public at large. To those out of the loop, the twenty-sixth president of the United States of America looked just another accountant or some paper pusher instead of what he really was. He pressed the top button and waited for the doors to close. They were nearly shut when a hand reached through and caused the automatic doors to spring back open. A dark-haired man in a tuxedo gave Roosevelt his thanks and selected his floor before the doors finally closed.

Theodore gave the man a glance out the corner of his eye. His tuxedo was of a baggy cut, but he could tell the cloth hid a muscular frame underneath. His dark hair, which was gelled and combed back, had bits of gray in it. There was a thick black goatee on his face. There was something oddly familiar about him, and Roosevelt was overcome with the sense of déjà vu by just glancing at the man's profile. He kept his eyes forward, but his body language told Teddy that he was on high alert and focused on something. A cold, numb sensation began in the pit of Teddy's stomach. He was not a believer of things like a sixth sense or telepathy, even in the shadow world of magic and advanced science he now inhabited, but a lifetime constantly seeking out danger gave him an acute sense of recognizing it and when it was imminent.

Roosevelt flung himself backwards just as the man's large fist moved to strike him. He grabbed the man's wrist with one hand to try to twist it backwards behind his back, but the man's muscles tightened and flexed. He slapped Roosevelt hard in the face with the open palm of his free hand. He reeled backwards and slammed against the lift's wall. While sTeddy recovered, the assassin slapped the emergency stop button at the tenth floor and began to encroach towards him.

Teddy pulled a compact Glock from a shoulder holster in suit. He was aiming it when the man's powerful hands slapped it out of his grip. The gun clattered to the floor as the man got his hands around Roosvelt's neck and lifted him upwards. The top of his head smashed against the lift's ceiling, knocking a light fixture loose and popping the fluorescent lightbulb. The small space was now basked in half-shadow as the man throttled Teddy's neck. His tough hands scratched at his throat the way sandpaper scratches at wood. He kept his eyes forward and watched Teddy with gleeful anticipation as he squeezed the life out of him.

Flailing, Teddy's foot connected with the man's chest with the heel of his shoe. The shock from the blow caused the killer to drop his prey and stumble backwards holding his chest. Roosevelt slammed against the floor of the lift and coughed violently as air returned to his lungs. He looked up and saw the man sucking for air as well. The Glock was in the far corner beside the assassin. Teddy stood just as the man was standing.

"Suppose we can't talk this out like civilized people?" he asked the man in a rough, scratchy voice. "Come to some sort of consensus?"

"Talking is for cowards," he said in a thick Russian accent. "But we will talk like the real men used to."

"Bully," Teddy said with a wide grin.

Like that, he was back on Roosevelt with his wide fist cutting through the air. He held an arm up and blocked the blow with a left forearm. The blow sent shockwaves of pain through his arm, but it didn't affect Teddy'ss aim as she struck the man in the face with a right hook. The blow knocked the man unbalanced, and Teddy kept up the barrage with a series to body blows to the chest and sides. He had been a boxer at Harvard many years ago, and that old training came back as he worked the man's upper body over like a side of beef. Teddy had the man backed up against the side of the lift, but any advantage he had evaporated when the assassin grabbed one of his blows with an open palm and flipped him hard on to the lift floor. The wind rushed out of his lungs and he gasped for air. While Teddy struggled, the man stood over her.

"Not bad," he said with a slight bow. "Especially for an old man like you. I have met better, but not many. You were nearly a worthy opponent, President Roosevelt, but you were not good enough. The Secret Soviet Union sends its regards. Rot in hell, American сука."

The man raised his leg and was bringing it down when Teddy rolled to his right. The foot came down on the lift's metal floor with a loud metallic bang. Teddy swept his left leg, knocking the man to the ground. He again saw the Glock on the floor out of the corner of his eye. He rolled in its direction, picking it up in his hand. Before Teddy could turn, he felt the powerful assassin's hands around the back of his neck. Roosevelt swung the gun behind his head and felt the butt of the weapon strike the man square on the head.

The blow didn't seem to faze him, as his powerful hands reached out to take the gun away from Teddy. They struggled with each other, rolling on the floor. In their tug of war, one of them squeezed the gun's trigger. It went off straight up in the air, first a three round burst then the rest of the rounds in the magazine followed. Roosevelt kicked away from the killer and yanked the Glock from his grip. Turning, he struck him again with the gun, this time straight across the face with the barrel. He screamed as the gun's iron sight scratched across his eye.

There came a loud metallic twang from above, followed by a groan. Both Teddy and the assassin looked up. The gunshots had pierced the lift's ceiling, one of bullets must have damaged the cables that operated the lift. Roosevelt and his would-be killer exchanged looks before they tried to strike. While the assassin reared back for another punch, he used his left hand to poke the killer in the scratched eye. He screamed again, falling back to the floor. There was another twang, this one shaking the lift. Teddy carefully stood while the killer rolled on the ground. He tried to pry open the lift's doors as gently as possible while the man tried to regain his composure. He was on his hands and knees when Teddy kicked him in the face and dropped him to the floor again. With a wedge big enough to pass through, Teddy stomped down on the lift's floor hard before he slid through the opening. He came through the doors and out on the tenth floor just as the lift's cable gave a loud twang and a snap, the man's scream was loud at first, but got smaller and smaller as the car fell down towards the lobby.

Breathing hard, Teddy bent down and rubbed his sore neck with her hands. He heard a crash and a rumble far below him. "Looks like he found his floor," he said softly to himself.

Old Soldiers Never Die
An Executive Branch Adventure

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@Ruby

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