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The City of Treaft (Superhero Thread- Always Accepting)

"Introductions? Well, I suppose none of us have been properly introduced." Phantom says, setting his foot (which was propped up on the wall) down and walking forward. "I'm Phantom. You don't need to know my 'real name'. It means nothing to me." He looks around at the gathered people. "As for a leader, I'd say that whoever sent us those letters intends to be the leader. If they just leave it up to us, then I have no opinion. And I most definitely won't be the leader. Not that anyone would vote for me in the first place."

The City of Treaft (Superhero Thread- Always Accepting)

Here's my villain character. Decided to make him Phantom/Anton's long-lost brother. Why? 'Cause I felt like it.

Allen Watson

Name: Allen Watson (born Sergei Petrov)

Alias: Polybius

Alliances: None

Enemies: Phantom, and any other hero

Hero/Villain: Villain

Age: 30

Gender: Male

Race: Human of Russian descent

Powers(Up to four): Ability to create and manipulate electricity and hovering (not flight; just hovering).

Weapons: His powers, or his martial arts skills.

Skills: Natural agility, pick pocketing, lock picking and Krav Maga.

Weakness: Like Anton, he has a glass jaw and no skill with firearms. He's also not as perceptive as his brother, easily missing details.

Personality: Like his brother, he is calm and collected, preferring to be as laconic as possible. But that's when he's Allen Watson. When going out as Polybius, he takes on the guise of a madman ripped straight out of a comic book. He rants on about his plans, and talks of destroying the world. To most, he'd just seem nuts, but it's all an act.
He's only a villain for the fun of it, because being a street fighter and thief gets boring after a while and he just wants something new in his life. He'd never actually do extremely sadistic things, like murder and torture, instead choosing to duke it out with heroes who are more experienced than his opponents in street fights. He took a particular liking to fighting Phantom, becoming a sort of arch-nemesis to him.

Occupation: Street fighter and thief.

Looks: Click. Usually has some bruises and bandages on his face. Costume consists of an all-black lycra suit, with a kevlar vest and this mask. The mask also has a built-in voice changer, which changes the pitch and tone of the voice every word, successfully masking the gender, age and identity of the wearer.

Other: Polybius/Allen/Sergei is Phantom/Anton's older brother, though neither knows it as he (Allen/Sergei) was taken from his mother by Child Protective Services before Anton was born and their mother never spoke of Allen/Sergei. Also, if he were to discover that Phantom is his long lost brother, he would more than likely make a heel-face turn.

The City of Treaft (Superhero Thread- Always Accepting)

"A team would help clean up the streets more than one hero. I'd be interested in joining," Phantom said, slowly walking up to a chair. It had 'Phantom' carved into it. He ran his finger across the name, then sat down in the chair. "But if I don't get answers, then I'm leaving. For all I know this could be a trap."

Academy of Hereos and Villains: Year two

Walter went through the last few classes of the day without much stress, cracking jokes every now and then and talking with some new people. Eventually, the whole school was called for an assembly. He looked around for Jasper, Light and Hachi, but only found the latter. "Hey, where are Light and Jasper?" He asked. Before he could get an answer, Bruce explained the situation and mentioned a task force being assembled to bring the five back.

'OOOOOOHHHHH, THIS IS MY CHANCE TO BE A HERO, THIS IS MY CHANCE TO BE A HERO, THIS IS MY CHANCE TO BE A HERO!' Walter thought to himself, holding back a scream of excitement. He took a deep breath, shook his head a bit, then stood up. "I want to be a part of the task force," he said, his voice calm and sophisticated, a stark contrast to how excited he was. "We'll bring them back, Mr. Wayne. I promise you that."

The Maple Neighborhood [Comedy / Episodic Slice-of-Life]

@Keyenpeydee
Six was just internally monologing when he said that Minnie was stuck in the friendzone. She wouldn't have heard it.

The City of Treaft (Superhero Thread- Always Accepting)

Phantom's Journal, October 15th, [YEAR REDACTED], Entry #1

Found a dog carcass in the alley last night. Rats and roaches and flies swarmed around it, defiling it. Reminds me of this city. A once great place, corroded and swarmed by all the low-life scum with their drugs and murder and pornography. The streets are extended gutters, and the gutters are filled with blood. When the drains finally scab over and all the vermin drown, they'll look up and shout "save us!"

And I'll look down and whisper "no."

Closing his journal shut and stuffing it and the pen into his coat pocket, Phantom stood from his crouching position and looked on at the city of Treaft. It disgusted him. One of these days, someone will clean this place up. That someday will be no time soon. Until it comes, he's trying to clean up as much as he can.

He heard a scream nearby. Straightening his fedora, he broke into a sprint, leaped across a three meter gap to another rooftop, then, when he reached the edge of that roof, kneeled down and looked into the alley below. A mugging in progress. Two guys ganging up on a woman. And, if things go their way, it's more than likely they'll rape her.

That's not going to happen on his watch.

Phantom pulled out his grappling hook, then took aim at the fire escape on the other roof. He fired, and the hook wrapped around the railing. Making sure it was secured, Phantom then let it pull him across the gap. After clearing it, he retracted the hook and walked down the fire escape as quietly as possible. He dropped down onto the ground without a sound, then looked over at the two men.

"Gentlemen." He said, before darting into the cover of a barrel as the men looked around in confusion. When they weren't looking, he darted to another bit of cover, a dumpster, getting closer to them. Picking up a brick, he chucked it down the other end of the alley. When the thugs were looking away towards the sound of the brick, he slowly walked up behind them, looking to their victim and putting a finger up to his lips.

Then, he grabbed both of their heads and slammed them together, hard enough to probably cause a concussion. He quickly broke the arms of one of the thugs, then stomped on the knees of the other. As the woman screamed in terror and ran, Phantom beat down on the incapacitated thugs until they were bloodied and bruised and nearly dead. Normally he'd keep going until they were dead, but he felt merciful that night. He pulled a small card out of his pocket, which had his symbol on it: a smiley face. Quickly, he turned and ran away.

Phantom then walked to the post office. It was closed at this time of night, being 3 in the morning, but he had a way of getting inside. That meant grabbing a nearby pot and throwing it at the window, breaking it open and stepping inside, ignoring the alarm. He then went to his PO box, and leafed through the letters inside. He found one that caught his interest, talking about a team of vigilantes forming, and to meet at a warehouse. It gave him an address, a time and a day. 11 PM, October 15th. That was 18 hours from now. He had time.

Phantom's Journal, October 15th, [YEAR REDACTED], Entry #2

Going to this warehouse. Team of vigilantes, apparently. Maybe they can help me clean up this city. If not, then I can always go back to a solo career. And if this a trap set up by Polybius, then I can fight him off. Always have. Maybe this time I'll kill the bastard.

Leaving now. If there are no more entries after this, I've been killed. If that happens, then, to whoever finds this: burn this book.

Phantom closes the book and stuffs it and the pen into his pocket. He stood from his crouching position, and looked down at the warehouse. Time to find out who this person was that sent him the letter. He climbed down the fire escape and walked to the building silently, sticking to cover and the shadows. No need to alert anyone to his presence.

As he slipped inside, he saw a man that was undoubtedly several years his senior. Big guy, wearing combat armor, and has quite a few guns on his person. He also saw a young woman there, maybe a few years younger than he was. He cleared his throat. "I got the letter. Whoever wrote it can tell me what this is about."

The City of Treaft (Superhero Thread- Always Accepting)

Anton Petrov

Name: Anton Petrov

Alias: Phantom

Any Alliances: The Protectors of Treaft

Enemies: Polybius

Hero/Villain: Anti-hero

Age: 26

Gender: Male

Race: Human of Russian descent

Powers: None

Weapons: Brass knuckles, but he is able to improvise weapons on the spot. Also has as grappling hook.

Skills: Advanced hand-to-hand combatant (knows a number of pressure points and the best way to take down an opponent fast), stealth, acrobatics and great detective skills.

Weaknesses: No skill in the use of firearms or ranged weapons (the grappling hook being an obvious exception, if you count that as a ranged weapon), basically has a glass jaw (it doesn't take a lot to knock him out, which is why he prefers to dodge attacks rather than face them head-on), and he'll never compromise his views on morality (which means that, even if punishing a villain would lead to something like the world being destroyed, he won't compromise if it means letting the villain get away with their crimes).

Personality: Anton is a man of few words, instead choosing to let his eyes or, in some cases, his fists talk for him. Has a very strong sense of justice and doing what's right, and believes that to achieve peace and harmony he must rid the world of every bit of scum there is in it. That means anything from the common criminal to a serial killer to a corrupt politician. This usually leads to, at the very least, him leaving criminals with several broken bones, cracked ribs, and just barely alive. And that's at least.
Usually very calm, though mention of his parents will make him snap (due to his mother being a dead prostitute who hated him and his father having left them before Anton was born). Also hates men who hire prostitutes, due to his past. Keeps a journal and buys a new one every year, and usually has inner monologues, as he thinks of himself as a detective in a noir movie.

Occupation: Full-time vigilante; he believes that a job would distract him from saving people, thus he doesn't have one. Needless to say he's homeless.

Looks: Anton when not wearing the mask. Considers himself ugly, thought most might disagree. His costume consists of a white ski mask that cover everything but his eyes, a black fedora, a black trench coat and black gloves. Considers his mask to be his true face, and his actual face to be his 'disguise'. Rarely seen without the mask.

Other: Never try to take off his mask. Ever. If you do, you're gonna have a bad time.

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Allen Watson

Name: Allen Watson (born Sergei Petrov)

Alias: Polybius

Alliances: None

Enemies: Phantom, and any other hero

Hero/Villain: Villain

Age: 30

Gender: Male

Race: Human of Russian descent

Powers(Up to four): Ability to create and manipulate electricity and hovering (not flight; just hovering).

Weapons: His powers, or his martial arts skills.

Skills: Natural agility, pick pocketing, lock picking and Krav Maga.

Weakness: Like Anton, he has a glass jaw and no skill with firearms. He's also not as perceptive as his brother, easily missing details.

Personality: Like his brother, he is calm and collected, preferring to be as laconic as possible. But that's when he's Allen Watson. When going out as Polybius, he takes on the guise of a madman ripped straight out of a comic book. He rants on about his plans, and talks of destroying the world. To most, he'd just seem nuts, but it's all an act.
He's only a villain for the fun of it, because being a street fighter and thief gets boring after a while and he just wants something new in his life. He'd never actually do extremely sadistic things, like murder and torture, instead choosing to duke it out with heroes who are more experienced than his opponents in street fights. He took a particular liking to fighting Phantom, becoming a sort of arch-nemesis to him.

Occupation: Street fighter and thief.

Looks: Click. Usually has some bruises and bandages on his face. Costume consists of an all-black lycra suit, with a kevlar vest and this mask. The mask also has a built-in voice changer, which changes the pitch and tone of the voice every word, successfully masking the gender, age and identity of the wearer.

Other: Polybius/Allen/Sergei is Phantom/Anton's older brother, though neither knows it as he (Allen/Sergei) was taken from his mother by Child Protective Services before Anton was born and their mother never spoke of Allen/Sergei. Also, if he were to discover that Phantom is his long lost brother, he would more than likely make a heel-face turn.

The City of Treaft (Superhero Thread- Always Accepting)

@1Hawkeyes
I'll get to posting sometime tonight, and I'll make a villain tomorrow. Probably gonna have powers of some sort.

EDIT: Came up with a name, Polybius. Made him Phantom/Anton's enemy in my CS.

The City of Treaft (Superhero Thread- Always Accepting)

Here's my character!

Anton Petrov

Name: Anton Petrov

Alias: Phantom

Any Alliances: None, though he's open to one if anyone doesn't mind his brutal style of justice.

Enemies: Polybius (CS will be up tomorrow)

Hero/Villain: Anti-hero

Age: 26

Gender: Male

Race: Human of Russian descent

Powers: None

Weapons: Brass knuckles, but he is able to improvise weapons on the spot. Also has as grappling hook.

Skills: Advanced hand-to-hand combatant (knows a number of pressure points and the best way to take down an opponent fast), stealth, acrobatics and great detective skills.

Weaknesses: No skill in the use of firearms or ranged weapons (the grappling hook being an obvious exception, if you count that as a ranged weapon), basically has a glass jaw (it doesn't take a lot to knock him out, which is why he prefers to dodge attacks rather than face them head-on), and he'll never compromise his views on morality (which means that, even if punishing a villain would lead to something like the world being destroyed, he won't compromise if it means letting the villain get away with their crimes).

Personality: Anton is a man of few words, instead choosing to let his eyes or, in some cases, his fists talk for him. Has a very strong sense of justice and doing what's right, and believes that to achieve peace and harmony he must rid the world of every bit of scum there is in it. That means anything from the common criminal to a serial killer to a corrupt politician. This usually leads to, at the very least, him leaving criminals with several broken bones, cracked ribs, and just barely alive. And that's at least.
Usually very calm, though mention of his parents will make him snap (due to his mother being a dead prostitute who hated him and his father having left them before Anton was born). Also hates men who hire prostitutes, due to his past. Keeps a journal and buys a new one every year, and usually has inner monologues, as he thinks of himself as a detective in a noir movie.

Occupation: Full-time vigilante; he believes that a job would distract him from saving people, thus he doesn't have one. Needless to say he's homeless.

Looks: Anton when not wearing the mask. Considers himself ugly, thought most might disagree. His costume consists of a white ski mask that cover everything but his eyes, a black fedora, a black trench coat and black gloves. Considers his mask to be his true face, and his actual face to be his 'disguise'. Rarely seen without the mask.

Other: Never try to take off his mask. Ever. If you do, you're gonna have a bad time.

The Maple Neighborhood [Comedy / Episodic Slice-of-Life]

(Uh... The guy on the floor was my character. EDIT: Apparently Abigail was also sitting on Yagamine; in that case, disregard the previous sentence.)

"My name? Well, my name means nothing here now. Call me Six." He says to the male Number One. "And I suppose I'll have to call you both Number One." That was when Number Eight introduced herself to the group. Miguel said that he hopes they can be friends because she looked cute, then gave a smile that looked really creepy (well, at least to Six). Six had to keep himself from laughing.

Then, the female Number One started choking. The male Number One asked if she was alright, and she nodded. 'Poor girl,' Six thought, 'forever doomed to the friendzone. Oh well. Not my problem.' He looked at the group. "Well, this has been an... Interesting day. It was nice meeting you all. Wish our initial interactions didn't have to involve me injuring my foot or more than likely getting a minor concussion."