Captain Uni

Heroes Reborn: Year Six (OPEN)

January 2nd, 2026; 8:43 AM
Downtown; Hub City, Illinois
'The city dresses itself up nicely in an attempt to hide its aging, bloated body writhing in maggots and disease. It doesn't do much.'

Breathe in.

Breathe out.

The world opens up to him.

All of its lies and half-truths are exposed, the never ending ley lines of chi forever moving throughout the universe are visible, and the city...

It can speak to him.

And when it speaks, he Hears.

"Speak to me, Hub City. What ails thee, drug-addled whore clinging to schizophrenic dreams?" the faceless freak asks.

"It's bad, man..." a worried man in a phone booth says.

"... it might be cancer..." a young woman sobs to her lover in a nearby cafe.

"... worst case I've seen in a while." a doctor across town explains to a patient.

"Where is your pain, doomed crack baby suckling on poison cola death nipple?" the protector of the weak continues.

"This warehouse I just got, for..."

"... some fucked up shit, man..."

"... it's just outside of town, can't miss it."

"Your help is appreciated, oh crime-ridden terminal tumor of the world." With those words the trenchcoated vigilante prepares to head to work, intent on investigating this clue later.

The sky above is a pleasant blue color, only just rising into the sky. Clouds float around waiting to dissipate into nothingness, birds chirp a delightful song. Down below the ordinary people make their way to work, buying Venti soy mocha coffees with a light whip. They are unaware of, or perhaps blissfully involved in, the dark underbelly of the city. They are blind and deaf, incapable of understanding much beyond what they're required to.

They cannot see that day by day their beloved city is falling apart slowly, painfully.

He can See.

They cannot hear its pleas for help.

He can Hear.

They can only walk in the mundane world.

He can walk between two worlds.

One day there will be an answer as to why the world is in the state it is in. Until then he will fight as hard as he can to help with its symptoms. He does not hope to be able to see the day when it will be cured, because he knows he will not be the one to do it; no, it will be the next generation, and if not the next generation then the one after. He hasn't the might to cure the world.

He is not the answer.

He is only the Question.

---

9:08 PM; January 2nd, 2026
A warehouse on the outskirts of town; Hub City, Illinois
'I don't want to linger here. It feels wrong.'

The warehouse. It was a shoddy thing. Only microscopic amounts of chi touched this place. It was dead. The city could not help him here.

"I must apologize, Hub City. Though I am your will and your hands, I must depart from you momentarily. Forgive me." The chi of the city flowed through him once more, before he could no longer feel his connection to the city proper, just a faint tug telling him that he needs to go back, that it needs him, it wants him.

Flicking up the collar of his trenchcoat, he continued on.

His home is the shadows. Within them he feels the comfort of lounging beside a warm fire place, of returning home after a long day to the kind words of loved ones, of Coke in green glass bottles and steaks sizzling on a grill. But he fights off that comfort, for it makes him weak. It makes him feel secure, and feeling secure leads only to death. He must stay on his toes, lest he die.

The masked avenger used the shadows to approach the back end of the warehouse, entering unheard and unseen. Ahead of him a single beam of light shone down on a poker table, six men surrounding it like corporate suits discussing their next perversion of the American people's hopes and dreams at a conference table. Disgusting. He looked to his left and found the power box.

He killed the lights. The men shouted, argued, before finally agreeing to send what was more than likely the weak link of their little group to check the problem. The walker of worlds waited in the shadows for him to approach. What he found was a man bordering on anorexia, baggy clothes making him look like a small child pretending to be his father. Question crept up on him, applying a chokehold and covering the man's mouth.

"Alert the others and the only plane you shall walk will be that of the dead." He uncovered the man's mouth and eased his grip on his throat slightly, to allow him to speak. The man didn't scream.

"He who guides you, where might he reside?"

The gangbanger whimpered softly, whispering "o-our leader? He's n-not here, he's probably at our HQ in town."

"Where does he make his nest of lies and vices?"

"I-in an a-abandoned mall in Chinatown... Please... D-don't hurt me..."

"Won't. Will just knock you out." The Question tightened his grip on the man's throat. He squirmed a bit, before going limp in his arms.

"Yo Eric, what's the hold up?" one of the filthy degenerates called out. Question scrambled away from the unconscious man, heading out the door. He was gone before they could notice him, walking down the road into the den of scum he called home.

As he returned to the Hub the chi flowed through him, welcoming him home, congratulating him on a job well done. "Do not give your gratitude to me yet, oh wretched hive of whores and booze," he stated, "for I have yet to end this odyssey into the motherland of the scum."

He continued his hunt, purpose in his step.

Heroes Reborn: Year Six (OPEN)

11:02 PM; January 1st, 2026
Upper East Side; Gotham City, New Jersey
'Never lose control. Never lose control. Never lose control.'
"Listen to me, Kasimir! We need to know about the numbers! What do they mean?"

David kept himself focused on the road ahead, constantly listening to Hood's chattering on about how easy it would be to run someone over, or to blow up that building over there, or even to just hop off the bike and tear a person in half. 'Come on, Dave, we're strong enough to do it...' The whispers went unanswered, and David closed his eyes in order to clear his mind.

And then Dave took a wrench to the chest.

(Recommended Listening)

Falling off his bike, which went skidding into a nearby laundromat, David groaned in pain. He clutched at his chest; a rib was probably cracked, if not broken. He pulled himself to his feet, grunting in pain, and looking around for whoever the hell just threw that at him so he could... He could... 'So you can what, Dave?'

'Shut up.'

He looked around for the person who threw the wrench at him, fighting back a snarl. And it was then that he noticed the people fighting in the streets. Angels against the civilians of Gotham. The Angels were winning. As his eyes scanned over the scene, David turned to a nearby store which had a mural painted on it. The mural presented the woman who made him come back to Gotham in the first place...

Anarkee.

David's eyes widened. Within his mind, Hood screamed bloody rage, calling for her death.

'DAVID'

'YOU KNOW WHAT TO DO'

'L҉҉̡E̢͟͠͝T̵̴̢́ ̨͘͢M̸̀̕͏E͏͘͢͡ ̨҉̀͘Ó̸̵̸́Ù̀͘͝T̛̀̀'

A gunshot echoed throughout the streets, hitting the forehead of the mural dead center. Red Hood grinned, eyes brimming with barely contained rage.

"Come one, come all! Fill your guts with my lead!" Twisting around, Hood fired a round off at an Angel who was crouched on top of a civilian and beating his head in with a plank of wood. The Angel collapsed on top of his victim, and Hood holstered his pistol and rushed into the fray. Grabbing onto a nearby Angel, he stared into the man's eyes, before sticking his thumbs into them and slowly peeling the man's head in two. Mentally, Hood mused that he felt sorry for the poor bastard who'd have to clean this up. Because things were about to get messy.

Grabbing the baseball bat from the Angel's hands, Hood ran forward and swung it upwards into another's crotch, breaking the wooden bat in half in the process. Hood took a look at the sharp, splintered wood, before burying it into the Angel's throat. Tossing the dying gangster away carelessly, he pulled his gun back out, and took aim at an Angel.

*BLAM!*

The round flew true, nailing the Angel in the heart. Hearing running footsteps behind him, Hood spun around and fired off a few rounds, the gang member falling just short of her target. Hood kind of wished he had gotten Dave to bring their whole arsenal along with them, but maaaaaybe it was a little suspicious. Ah, fuck him, Hood'll just have to bring all the guns along next time.

Gunning down a few more Angels, Hood began to reload, and shouted to the civilians who weren't currently being beaten to death: "Hey, you guys might want to leave! It's about to get really nasty!" Thankfully, they took heed, and the civvies began to ran. The Angels finished up with their victims, and began to surround him. Hood gave a mockingly impressed whistle. "Phew. There's, what, thirty of you guys? Man, this isn't even fair. You'd need thirty more to pose any real threat."

That did it.

The Angels rushed forward from all sides, giving a cry of rage.

"AN-"

'Oh man... This is gonna be sick.'

Hood did a quick scan. Ten, coming in from all directions. The pistol only had an 8 round capacity. He really should've sprung for the Glock, or even the Five-SeveN. Well, he'd have to make due.

Holding the pistol outward, Hood began to spin and fire.

"-AR-"

He took down eight, before spinning around to face one of the two chargers left alive. He slammed the barrel of the pistol into the man's eyesocket, and used it as a sort of handle to swing him around into the other one.

"-CHY! ... Wait, huh?"

The battle cry of the Angels came to a halt as they noticed that ten of their numbers had been taken out in a matter of seconds.

Hood cracked his neck, giving a small chuckle. "Alright... Who's next?"

The Angels' response to that was to run away. Hood decided to give them a five second head start.

=====
4:56 AM; January 2nd, 2026
David's Apartment; Gotham City, New Jersey

David awoke with a start. The lights in his home were off, and he couldn't see anything. Pulling himself up, he winced slightly at the sharp pain in his chest, before taking a deep breath and releasing it. He wandered over to the light switch to flick it on, only to find that it already was flipped on. "Bulb must need replacing... Shit..." He wandered into the bathroom and flipped the light on in there. Nothing.

"What the...?" He looked down, finding himself to be in full clothing... And soaked in blood. "... Oh fuck."

'Wew, man, I had the time of my life earlier. You should've seen it.'

"What the fuck did you do?"

'There were bad guys. I took care of them.'

"What... What is wrong with you!? You can't just kill people!"

'Uh, yeah, I can.'

"The next time this happens, I'll..."

'You'll what? Stop being a pussy and actually kill yourself to stop me?'

"Fuck. You."

'You do that every night, buddy.'

Taking in a deep breath, David shook his head and got out of his clothes. Heading into the bathroom, he started up the tub and plugged it, before dropping the clothes in there and spraying some body wash into it. It wouldn't do much, but it'd be good enough. Once the power was back on, he'd have to do laundry.

He pinched his nose and sighed in frustration. "... Fuck my life."

Heroes Reborn: Year Six (OPEN)

10:35 PM; January 1st, 2026
The Anubis; Gotham City, New Jersey
'I'd say they should burn this place to the ground, but that's already happened. It just came back worse.'
"313. David Kasimir. Originally named David O'Rinn. Known to some by the alias David DeWitt. We need to know about the numbers."

The Anubis was an Egyptian themed nightclub, tucked deep within a borough of Gotham that housed most of the city's 18-30 demographic - and, as it turned out, a large amount of Angels. The club, in fact, was a popular spot for them. David figured that a BDSM club or some other wacky joint would be more their speed. No accounting for taste, apparently.

The violet neon sign lit up the sky, a beacon shining its light, guiding him towards the club. David came to a stop in front of the Anubis, taking off his helmet and staring at the brick facade. Most of the buildings in the borough were made of brick, after the fire that destroyed most of the wooden buildings in old Robinsville two decades or so back. The place was still called Robinsville officially, but Gothamites liked to refer to it by a more sardonic name: Burnside.

David got into line, waiting around ten minutes or so. Once he reached the bouncer, he showed the man his ID (a fake), which the bouncer glanced at and grunted, before waving him along. Slipping the plastic card back into his wallet, the young man raised an eyebrow. Security sure wasn't tight, which meant that, hopefully, this mission would go smoothly. He didn't need to get into a shootout at a public venue. He pushed the door open.

The club was... Gaudy, to say the least. Between the purple neon lights, Egyptian-style decor, and blaring techno music, it amazed David that this many people came here. He could barely stand it. But the crowd shimmying about on the dance floor, or gathered around the bar, or seated at tables, spoke highly of the club's popularity, if not its class. There were quite a few Angels around, a dozen if not more. All recognizable by their hair dyed in ridiculously bright colors, and the clothing patches (or, in some cases, tattoos) of bloody angel wings they had. The higher ranking ones wore suit jackets on top of it all.

Just being in the same room as so many of these bastards made the weight the pistol in his jacket held seem that much heavier, but he'd need to set those feelings aside for now. He had a job to do. Sauntering up to the bar, he took note of one particular Angel in a suit jacket who was eyeing a man at the end of the bar, clear lust in the anarchist's eyes. Too shy to approach an object of interest, despite the Angels' brazen displays of insanity. Kind of adorable really. Dave had to remind himself that this was the enemy for a minute, before he approached.

As David approached, he cast a glance at the television above the bar, displaying an episode of Power Hour with Cassandra McKenzie.

'Don't get distracted Dave.'

David shook his head slightly, refocusing his attention on the Angel. "Hey," Dave said, sliding up and leaning against the bar behind the Angel.

The Angel turned around, surprise on his face. "Oh, uh, hey."

"Care if I buy you a drink?" Dave put on a grin, nodding his head in the direction of the bartender.

"Sure thing."

Dave whistled to the bartender, holding up two fingers and saying "two beers, please." The bartender grabbed two bottles of beer and set them down, whilst Dave pulled out his wallet and dug out a twenty. "Keep 'em coming." The bartender nodded, going off to serve another patron.

The Angel grabbed his beer, as did Dave. "So. What's your name?"

After a swig from his beer, the Angel's confidence seemed to boost a little. "Bobby. What's yours, stranger?"

"Jack. But you can call me whatever you want."

Dear God, that was lame. But dear God, it actually worked, if Bobby's small smile turning into a smoldering grin indicated anything. "Oh?"

In response, Dave shot Bobby a grin and a wink, nodding.

The flirtation continued after that, fueled by the increasing intoxication of both. Or at least, the increasing intoxication of the gangster; David took care to make it seem like he was drinking more than he really was. By the end of it, he was probably on his second or third bottle, while Bobby had drank upwards of nine. The young vigilante was a bit tipsy, but compared to the Angel, he was sober as a preacher.

With each drink Bobby was gaining more confidence, his initial attraction to the other man at the end of the bar long forgotten. He was growing bolder; what started as a few instances where he touched Dave's hand or leg became practically groping the other man. Dave found it a little creepy and, coming from him, that was saying something. He couldn't wait to be over with this.

"What say you and I head somewhere a little more... Private?"

This was it. Now or never. David took in a slow and steady breath, closing his eyes.

Hood opened them, mouth twisting into a smirk.

"Let's."

The two men stood up and began to make their way to the bathrooms. Heading in and locking the door behind them, Hood was ready to take out his gun when Bobby gripped him by the shoulders and violently pressed his mouth onto Hood's, tongue attempting to part the other man's lips. Hood's eyes widened in shock, and he pushed the gangster away.

Bobby looked confused. "What? I figured you'd like it rough."

"Buddy," Hood said, wiping his mouth with his sleeve. "You have no idea just how rough I can be."

The vigilante then grabbed the other man, one hand on his arm and the other on the side of his head. He slammed Bobby's head into the sink, putting a crack in the porcelain, and twisted his arm around behind his back. Bobby gave a grunt in pain. "H-holy shit! You really are rough! ... Do it again!"

Hood complied, hard enough to break the sink, bits of porcelain cutting Bobby's face open. A few shards were stuck in it. Bobby hissed in pain, but let out a groan of pleasure, rather than pain. "Ohhhhh, yeah! Again! I'm loving this!"

"Jesus fucking Christ, what do you think this is?"

"Foreplay?"

Hood's eyes widened in shock, and his face twisted into a sneer. "No, you kinky fuck, I'm torturing you!"

"Nice!"

"What the fuck?! ... Look, just- just tell me where I can find Anarkee!"

Bobby laughed. "Or you'll what? Bash my face against the sink? Make me hurt?"

Hood's disgusted sneer turned into an angry snarl. He raised a leg and stomped at a downward left angle on the Angel's right leg. Bobby let out a scream of pain, which didn't pierce the booming bass of the night club's music. Unlike before, Bobby didn't ask for anymore or grunt in pleasure. Instead he whimpered painfully, jerking his head around to try and catch a look at the damage done to his leg.

"What the fuck!?"

"Oh, so now you're confused?"

"Y-you just broke my leg!"

"No fuckin' shit, Sherlock! And I'll break a lot more bones if you don't tell me where I can find Anarkee!"

"She... The boss lady doesn't tell us where she's staying, I swear! I-I can give you the names of a few of our bases! Places we meet!"

"Keep going."

The Angel spouted off the names of a few places, trying desperately to save his skin. Little did he know, he was dead as soon as Hood walked in the door and set his sights on him; poor bastard just didn't realize it yet.

"P-please, just leave me alone!"

"Don't worry. You won't see me again." Hood let Bobby out of the hold, the gangster falling to the ground and looking at his right leg, twisted in all sorts of horrible angles.

"Oh, thank Go-" *BANG!*

Hood closed his eyes and released his finger from the trigger, taking a quick breath which David released.

David slipped the pistol back into the holster under his jacket, looking down at the face of what was once Bobby, watching the blood and tiny bits of brain matter leak out of a bullet hole in the side of his head. David had to swallow back the bile that threatened to climb out of his throat, shaking his head in disgust. The poor guy just wanted to have some fun, and instead he got killed.

'Don't think like that. They're the enemy.'

'You're really annoying, you know that?'

'Annoying people is what I do best.'

David pinched his nose, ignoring Hood's comments for now. He pushed open the door, leaving the corpse behind for the next poor bastard who needed to take a piss to find... And as he did, came face to face with another Angel. She peered over his shoulder and noticed the corpse, eyes widening.

'You gonna let Jesus take the wheel, pal?'

'Shut up, you insane fuck. I've got this.'

'Geez, no need to be so mean.'

'It's what I do best.'

David ignored the ever present nuisance in his brain, instead focusing on the Angel in front of him, already reaching for a gun in her belt.

"Wh-"

He always had this strange... Ability, since he was reborn from the Pits. This ability to just...

Do.

He pulled the pistol from under his jacket.

"-at t-"

He fired off a few rounds at the lights, before rushing towards the Angel.

"-he fu-"

He slammed the barrel across her face, then brought her head down into his knee, sending her out cold.

Dave blinked and everything was back.

The lights were out. The people were shouting. The music was blaring.

He holstered the pistol, and worked his way through the now darkened room. Slowly, so he didn't bump into anyone. There didn't need to be a fight.

With his luck, he was surprised it took this long to bump into someone.

"Hey, watch it!" the man said. Dave could see the dyed hair and the jacket patch with what little light was in the room.

"Oh. Sorry."

Dave tensed, waiting for the fight that would come...

"... Just don't do it again, guy."

He nodded, and went on his way.

Exiting the Anubis Night Club, Dave released a breath of relief, basking in the cold air of the outside world. Hopping onto his motorcycle, he slid his helmet on, and started it up, before beginning to make the drive back to his apartment.

'I could have handled it, y'know.'

'I know. But maybe I didn't feel like adding to an already unbelievably high body count.'

'God, you're boring. Everything with you is "no unnecessary killing" and "I've got this" and blah blah blah. I get it. You don't like me. But after nearly seven years I'm amazed you're not used to me.'

'I am used to you and your butting in. I'm just sick of it. You've done enough "helping".'

'Sure, Dave.'

'Why won't you just go away?'

'Oh, David... I want you to know one thing... I will never leave.'

'Whatever you say, asshole.'

The rest of the drive was spent in silence.

Heroes Reborn: Year Six (OPEN)

Anyone mind telling me what's going on at this exact moment? Or maybe some suggestions in where to jump in?

@Compulsive86

We just need Blackstripe and Blazion to finish up another quick post, and then people are free to start posting.

Heroes Reborn: Year Six (OPEN)

I can apply correct?

@Compulsive86

Correct.

CLOSED - Ultimate One Universe: Season One

Ultimatizing it.

@Superboy

BREAKING NEWS: Man banned from RP for bad jokes.

CLOSED - Ultimate One Universe: Season One

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TBH I haven't really seen an "iconic" Jimmy Olsen outside of the comics. More often than not, he feels more like a tacked-on extra so Clark has someone to interact with who isn't his mom or his girlfriend.

@AndyC

Or he's a CIA agent who gets shot dead ten minutes into the movie.

CLOSED - Ultimate One Universe: Season One

<Snipped quote by Lord Wraith>

Oh yeah, he did a great job in Year One.

Similarly, I really enjoyed Peter Weller's older, more grizzled Batman.

Kevin Conroy's amazing, but damn if there isn't a lot of great competition in the Batman department.

@Superboy

Even though he only did it in a small segment of one episode, Michael Ironside as the Batman from The Dark Knight Returns is perfect.

EDIT: Then again, I've been on a Splinter Cell binge, so I just love Michael Ironside's voice.

CLOSED - Ultimate One Universe: Season One

As we have some incredibly healthy discussion going, I'm going to regret this when I wake up.... but since the question was tabled. Who would you choose to voice your favourite characters?

@Sep

Well considering my favorite character already has the perfect voice, I don't really need to speak my piece.

Heroes Reborn: Year Six (OPEN)

Major Hero
Low Ultra Tier
(Potentially Powerhouse Ultra)

Captain Quantum

"You can call me Captain Quantum. I control atomic energy. As in nuclear fission. As in the end of the world."
-------------------Basic Information-------------------
Alias:
Captain Quantum
Name:
Captain Frederick Allen Nathaniel Curie III (CADMUS Operative T623)
Origin City:
Frankfort, Kentucky
Hometown:
Metropolis, Delaware
Sex:
N/A (appears to be and identifies as male); formerly male
Age:
Ageless (appears to be around 35); formerly 35
Birth Date:
October 23rd, 1985

-------------------Analysis-------------------

Race:
Quantum Field Conduit; formerly human (Caucasian)
Height:
6'1 (pre-incident); 6'5 (in Dilustel Shell)
Weight:
170 pounds (pre-incident); 350 pounds (in Dilustel Shell)
Costumed Appearance:
After the 'incident', Fredrick was turned into a being of pure quantum energy, only able to keep himself together by using all of his concentration. In order for him to survive, a specialized robotic body or 'shell' was created, with a built in device that allows him to take on his appearance before the 'incident' while he uses the shell's true form during missions.
When using the shell's true form, his 'skin' is a dark maroon color. His hair is still neatly combed to the side, his eyes are a glowing reddish white that brim with energy, and he lacks any private parts, his anatomy similar to that of a Ken doll. Picture for reference.
Civilian Appearance:
Before the 'incident', Fredrick was a tall and lean man with chestnut brown hair, bright green eyes, fair skin, and faint freckles on his nose. He was a rather well put together man, most often wearing a suit and keeping his hair neatly combed to the side. His lips were almost always in a straight line, never twitching into so much as a smirk.
Icon:
A stylized atom, in white on his chest.
Costumed Personality:
Due to needing to keep up good public relations, Captain Quantum puts on the front of being an upstanding, optimistic and all American boy scout; the textbook definition of a superhero. He is kind to any and all civilians (even those that are rude to him), and always requests that his enemies stand down before a fight (after all, he doesn't want to hurt them). In short, he's all about preserving the American lifestyle in the most family friendly way possible.
Civilian Personality:
However, when he has time to himself, Fredrick is introverted and contemplative. When interacting with people, Fredrick is polite and reserved, being more of a listener than he is a talker, but always chiming in when he feels the need. Though not bitter about his new form, he often finds himself pondering it, and also wonders how and why he survived the 'incident'. Simply put, Fredrick is a kind and mellow person who reflects upon himself and his life frequently.
Civilian Occupation:
Officer of the United States Military and Government sanctioned hero.

-------------------Abilities-------------------

-Skills:
Fredrick is trained in the use of firearms, advanced hand-to-hand combat, and various other military skills. However, due to his new abilities, these are rendered moot.

-Powers:
Dilustel Shell:
Fredrick uses a specialized suit to survive, which is known as the 'Dilustel Shell'. It is strong, very strong, allowing Frederick to lift up to one thousand tons without breaking a sweat... But it's not indestructible. A few well-placed punches from someone with ultra level super strength could crack it open, and if it cracks, then Fredrick will need to return to concentrating on keeping himself from fading into nothing.
Flight:
Pretty straightforward. Fredrick can fly.
Energy Manipulation:
Fredrick can use the energy of his body as projectiles, a la the hadoken or the kamehameha, by firing them from any part of his body (though he mostly uses his hands for accurate shots). He can alter their strength, making them either non-lethal stuns or capable of disintegrating organic matter.
Immortality:
Since the Dilustel Shell is robotic, Frederick is ageless and doesn't need to eat, drink, or sleep to survive.

-Gadgets:
N/A

-Weapons:
N/A

-Weakness:
Due to being made of pure energy, Fredrick needs the Dilustel Shell to survive. Without it, he would be required to focus on keeping his body in a stable condition at all times, lest he scatter and fade out of existence. Crack or even destroy the shell, and Fredrick would be screwed until a new one could be made.
Also, without the suit he is prone to 'flair-ups', discharges of energy which disintegrate any organic matter within a 30 meter radius. In addition, if someone or something were to touch him whilst he was outside of the suit or vice versa, then that person/thing would disintegrate.

-------------------Biography-------------------

Character History/Origin:
Fredrick Allen Nathaniel Curie III was born on October 23rd, 1985 to a soldier and his wife. He was named after his father and grandfather, and belonged to a long line of soldiers; his father had fought in Russia, his grandfather had fought in Vietnam, his great grandfather had fought in World War II, and so on. It was expected that Fredrick would carry on the tradition, and he didn't disappoint.

At the age of 18, Fredrick enlisted in the army, shipping out to Bangladesh upon completing training in 2003. Towards the end of his first tour of duty, Fredrick was injured whilst carrying two wounded comrades to cover, still getting them to safety and tending to their wounds with what little he could use. For this, he was awarded with the Distinguished Service Cross, in addition to being promoted to Sergeant.

During his second tour of duty, Fredrick was awarded with the Medal of Honor after dispatching a suicide bomber, preventing the bomb from going off and killing dozens. He finished his second tour of duty in 2009, and continued to work with the military, being at the rank of Captain in 2020. With the arrival of Lady Arcana and other powered individuals, the military felt the need to create their own supersoldier in the case that any of them decide to fly down, tear off the roof of the white house, and grab the president from the oval office. That was the birth of CADMUS, and Project: Achilles Heel.

The first attempt was a failure, the subject going rogue and becoming the megalomaniac "hero" Bang. The government and CADMUS chose to revise Achilles Heel for their second attempt, this time limiting the list of potential subjects to top military officers only. Fredrick volunteered to undergo the procedure, willing to do whatever it took to defend his country. On February 7th, 2021, he underwent the procedure.

A funeral was held the day after. There was nothing to bury.

On October 17th, 2021, all the power went out in the CADMUS facility before turning back on a few minutes later with no explanation. This was the first and so far only time this has happened.

On August 3rd, 2023, what appeared to be a floating cluster of blue electricity appeared in the room where Captain Curie disintegrated. It was in a constant state of fluctuation, appearing to take on the form of a face several times, before releasing a massive wave of quantum energy that disintegrated all organic matter within a thirty meter radius of it. It vanished shortly after. Fortunately for CADMUS, the only casualties were security guards, as it was late at night, however a fair amount of DNA samples and the like were lost.

On February 6th, 2026, a booming voice was heard throughout the facility. "I think. Therefore, I am."

Captain Quantum was born on February 7th, 2026. He rose from the Empty and took control of the Dilustel Shell, becoming the government's own superhero. His handlers are currently in talks to get him onto the Justice League.

Optional Information:
Theme
Battle Theme

-------------------Important People-------------------

Nemesis:
N/A
Allies:
General Elias Wilson - A US Army General, member of CADMUS, and one of Captain Quantum's handlers. A stern, no-nonsense man that's almost definitely hiding something.
Doctor Stanislaus Eisenhower - A doctor working for CADMUS, and another of Captain Quantum's handlers. Much kinder than General Wilson and far less shady, being something of a father figure to Quantum.
Aside from those two, he is backed by the United States government as their sanctioned hero.
Team:
N/A, but the government is in negotiations with the Justice League to put him on the team as their government sponsor.

Minor Hero
Powerhouse Street Level
(can boost his power up to Low Intermediate Tier in short bursts)

The Question

"Speak to me, Hub City. Show me your pain."
-------------------Basic Information-------------------
Alias:
The Question
Name:
Oscar Ellison
Origin City and Hometown:
Hub City, Illinois
Sex:
Male
Age:
34
Birth Date:
March 15th, 1992

-------------------Analysis-------------------

Race:
Human (Caucasian)
Height:
5'10
Weight:
147 pounds
Costumed Appearance:
Oscar wears a mask made of an artificial skin known as Pseudoderm under a brown fedora, which makes him appear to lack facial features but doesn't obstruct his vision. His costume consists of a light gray trench coat, under which is a brown suit with a white undershirt and black tie. Oscar wears brown leather gloves, and red and white Converse sneakers. Picture for reference.
Civilian Appearance:
Oscar is a seemingly average, unassuming man most often seen wearing a white dress shirt, a black tie and beige khakis. However, hidden by his clothing is a rather lean build and a few scars, courtesy of his vigilante activities. His eyes are baggy from night after night with little to no sleep, and his face is home to perpetual stubble which clings to his face due to the cheap razors he uses. He has brown hair in a shaggy cut, and dull, icy blue eyes. Due to his rapidly increasing cancer, his cartilage is becoming weaker and his joints are becoming looser, giving him an extra two inches in height but making him appear stretched out. Picture for reference.
Icon:
A question mark (?).
Costumed Personality:
To those who knew him, the Question is now much more different than the man he once was. Gone are the days when he would spout wacky conspiracy theories or pose philosophical questions to his enemies; now, he has become a cold and deadly stalker of the night, eliminating all who prey upon the weak. When he does speak to people, be it allies or enemies, it's almost always cryptic statements that are barely coherent to anyone but him stated in a dead monotone. Overall, it's quite safe to assume that the Question is... Not in the best state of mind, to say the least.
Civilian Personality:
Oscar, when not under the influence of any drugs, has managed to cling to whatever shreds of sanity he has left. He continues to try and act kind and affable, but finds it hard to keep his constantly brimming rage in check when not fighting crime. He is also fully aware that the drugs aren't doing his mental state any good, but he feels as though if he were to stop using them he would be nowhere near as skilled as he has been. As such, he has (begrudgingly) continued to use them.
Civilian Occupation:
Financial advisor at Hub City General Hospital. It's a fancy way of saying he's an accountant.

-------------------Abilities-------------------

-Skills:
Master Detective
Expert Martial Artist
Skilled Spy
Basic Mechanic
Self-Taught Urban Shaman (see powers for details)

-Powers:
Chi Manipulation
The Question has learned how to manipulate chi. Though he isn't on par with his master Bruce Phoenix, he is rather skilled in using it. Through the use of chi, the Question can do the following:
1. Sense emotions and other faint energies that aren't chi up to a quarter mile away.
2. Use the chi in his body to heal wounds, either on himself or others, over a course of a minute.
3. Boost himself to near super human levels of strength, reflexes, and speed, allowing him to do superhuman feats like lifting up to a ton, deflecting a bullet (though not stopping rapid gunfire), or running up to 40 miles per hour. This boost only lasts for a few minutes, however.
If he uses a psychedelic drug, he will go into a trance-like state, and he unlocks his full potential for however long his trip lasts. When in his trance, his abilities are doubled (he can sense emotions and faint energies up to a half mile away, heal wounds over the course of thirty seconds, lift up to two tons, deflect multiple bullets, and run up to 80 MPH), and he can also do the following:
1. See into buildings or enclosed spaces by touching them.
2. Speak with any location that flows with chi, which is pretty much everywhere, allowing him to learn of problems before they happen.
3. See subtle clues in the environment which point him in the direction of his destination, such as a long, winding crack in a concrete sidewalk, or a rock formation that looks similar to an arrow.

-Gadgets:
A grappling hook, which he developed himself, and a small canister which he also developed himself, allowing him to release his bonding gas in four different forms (one for both bonding and releasing the hallucinogen, one for just bonding, one for just the hallucinogen, and one that releases the gas without any properties; useful for intimidation). There is only two uses of each version of the gas inside the canister.

-Weapons:
Brass knuckles worn under his gloves. Otherwise, anything he can get his hands on.

-------------------Biography-------------------

Character History/Origin:
Oscar Ellison was born in Hub City, a city notorious for its high crime rate. His mother died during childbirth and his father had left before he was born, leaving him to be put in a destitute orphanage in the worst part of town, known as The Wedge. From childhood to adolescence, he saw the worst of the world while living in the slums, and this early exposure to the horrors of the world affected him deeply.

Despite many attempts, Oscar was never adopted, and lived in the orphanage until he was 16. He was given status as an emancipated youth and set up with a low-paying job as a waiter and a cheap apartment, which was still located in The Wedge. He saved all the money he could while using the rest to pay for rent and cheap food, his goal being to enroll in a community college with the saved up money at 18. His patience and saving paid off, and he enrolled in the local community college when he was 18.

After a year in the college, he transferred to a university in Gotham, and completed his bachelor's degree in accounting. He returned to Hub City, getting a job as a financial advisor in the general hospital, got an apartment in a better part of town, and lived life normally for another two years. However, his first 18 years stuck in the Wedge still stuck with him, and he couldn't sleep well at night knowing that there was still crime rampant in the streets. He decided he would do something about it.

Oscar trained himself to fight, tapping into his time in the orphanage and the fights he'd get into with the other boys, both the play fights and the legitimate squabbles that would end in blood and bruises. He trained himself to use his smaller build to his advantage whilst sneaking around or hiding, and also trained himself to remain unobtrusive in public in case he ever needed to stake a place out or follow a criminal. After a year and a half of training, he figured he was ready, and made a mask out of cloth to hide his entire head before beginning his one-man war on crime.

For two years, Oscar operated as the Question, often regarded as just an urban myth by the people of Hub City (save for some of the criminals, who knew a little too well just how real he is). During his third year, he met and befriended Lady Arcana, the first Metahuman, and trained under the martial artist Bruce Phoenix. During his training, Oscar refined his skill in boxing, learned some Judo and Savate, and attained a rather zen-like philosophy. He took a break from training to reintegrate into his normal life, and continued his vigilante activities after a few months. Shortly after his training, Oscar met the vigilante Alias, who seemed to be inspired by him. He decided to team up with her, hoping to take down more criminals together.

For the past four years, Oscar has been going out almost every night and occasionally during the day, protecting the denizens of Hub City. He also developed a mask from a substance he stole from his workplace, Pseudoderm, which was applied using a special bonding gas. Overtime, his near constant use of the bonding gas began to damage his lungs and alter the chemicals in his brain.

It was during this time that he learned how to manipulate chi, though he was nowhere near his full potential. However, one night he was ambushed by a group of criminals, drugged, and taken to a warehouse to be tortured then killed. However, being drugged unlocked the Question's potential, and he managed to kill them all and escape, using the now visible directions of the city to get back home.

After that, he realized what he had to do. Oscar developed a new version of the bonding gas, finding a way to incorporate hallucinogenic properties. Reinventing himself as an urban shaman, the Question would breathe in this modified version of the gas to 'walk between worlds'. Shortly after reinventing himself, he had a falling out with his partner Alias, and they broke off contact.

Oscar continues to work at the hospital.

The Question continues his crusade on crime.

Optional Information:
Oscar keeps a journal, which is most often used to document his vigilante activities.
Oscar, due to his frequent use of the bonding gas, has contracted lung cancer which has spread throughout his body. However, he doesn't know.
Theme
Battle Theme

-------------------Important People-------------------

Nemesis:
Considers each criminal to be his enemy. Aside from that, he has no real 'arch-enemy'.
Allies:
Lady Arcana - The Question has partnered with Lady Arcana a few times in the past. Question hasn't seen her in years.
Bruce Phoenix - The Question was trained by Bruce Phoenix. Question hasn't seen him in years.
Alias - The Question and Alias were once a crimefighting duo, however after a falling out they became estranged. They met again recently, and have renewed their partnership.
Team:
N/A

Anti-Hero
Powerhouse Street Level

Red Hood

"No no no, you guys are doing it all wrong. You're supposed to pretend there's a chance I won't brutally murder all of you, then be surprised when I do."
'Jesus, you're so fucking edgy...'
-------------------Basic Information-------------------
Aliases:
Currently Used
Red Hood II (Codename)
David DeWitt (False Name)
Formerly Used
Blackstar (Codename)
Al-Shabah (Codename)
Ishmael (Codename/False Name)
Thomas 'Tom' Bowie (False Name)
Name:
David Kasimir (formerly David O'Rinn)
Origin City:
Chicago, Illinois
Hometown:
Gotham City, New Jersey
Sex:
Male
Age:
21
Birth Date:
September 24th, 2004
Death Date:
November 20th, 2021
Resurrection Date:
December 21st, 2021

-------------------Analysis-------------------

Race:
Enhanced Human (Caucasian)
("I'm not quite a Meta, but I can still kick some ass.")
Height:
6'2
Weight:
176 pounds
Costumed Appearance:
David's costume consists of a form-fitting blue jumpsuit padded with thin layers of kevlar that allows him to maintain his mobility at the cost of weaker protection. He wears black motorcycle boots and a brown leather jacket over the jumpsuit, and also wears a pair of black gauntlets. But the pièce de résistance of the outfit is his mask, an originally black military helmet that he spray painted red. Picture for reference.
Civilian Appearance:
David is an athletically built young man, towering over most at six foot two. His face is clean shaven, and he has unruly black hair and blue eyes, giving him a slightly plain, if not attractive, appearance. Sometimes his face is marred by a black eye or a bruise, as a result of fights he finds himself in, and his eyes are often baggy with dark circles under them. Usually, he dresses blandly and inconspicuously, as to not stand out in a crowd; solid color t-shirts and jeans are a must for him. He does occasionally mix it up and throws his leather jacket over his outfit, but he believes that the less people are looking at him, the better. Picture for reference.
Icon:
Doesn't associate himself with any particular emblem.
Costumed Personality:
To put it kindly, Red Hood is a jackass who never shuts his trap. In other words, Red Hood is a talkative, wisecracking vigilante, who enjoys joking around with anyone who can listen to him blab on without wanting to punch him in the face (or even the people who can't). Most of the time when he gets into a fight, he continues to crack wise and taunt his foes. After all, he's usually better than them in almost every way, so why act like he isn't? Admittedly, he does find himself occasionally getting his ass kicked because he underestimated an opponent.
Civilian Personality:
When not "working", David is much less bombastic and more reserved, not usually getting into conversations if he doesn't have to. However, the times that he does find himself in a conversation, he slips into a persona that's akin to his costumed one, albeit more laidback. He cracks jokes and playfully flirts with women and men alike (albeit in a rather odd way), all with a big dumb grin on his face. This isn't to say that he's all jokes and shit eating grins, however; he knows when to shut his big mouth and be serious, though God help him if he isn't going to try and laugh at the situation.
Civilian Occupation:
Cashier at Big Belly Burger
("Hey, a dude's gotta eat.")

-----Abilities-----

-Skills:
Master Acrobat
Expert Martial Artist
Expert Marksman
Skilled Detective
Skilled Spy

-Powers:
Enhanced Physiology
The restorative powers of the Lazarus Pits often also enhance the bodies of those put into them. In David's case, his organs, muscles, and nerves were made much stronger, even beyond peak human health. This leads to Dave having enhanced physical attributes, such as greater strength, speed, and endurance, though it's not on the level of super strength/speed/endurance. He can lift up to three tons, can maintain a speed of up to 40 miles per hour for fifteen minutes at a time, and is capable of going an entire month without water, or even three months without food. Some of David's organs are also rather redundant, with more there than are actually needed. Namely, David has extra adrenal glands, giving him superhuman reaction times and the ability to slow down his own perception of time in order to make extra tricky shots or even dodge gunfire.

Though he doesn't have durability or a healing factor that protects him from damage, David has something a bit weaker but still useful: an extremely durable skeleton that is nigh unbreakable. His skeleton can withstand pressures of up to 100,000 tons, meaning that only someone on par with Lady Arcana would be capable of breaking his bones. However, he is still made of flesh and blood, so while he may be able to not break anything, he is still capable of being killed through all the means of a normal human.

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-Gadgets:
N/A

-Weapons:
Red Hood has amassed a rather large arsenal of weapons, though he is never seen without his signature sidearms, an M&P 9 Pro Series and an M1911, the latter being a holdover from his days in the former Arab Federation; it has the names of several Arab men carved onto the slide, and never leaves his side. For up close and personal missions, Red Hood has a collection of shotguns (a Benelli M4, a Chiappa 1887 Mare's Leg, and a sawed-off Stoeger Coach Gun), assault rifles (an AR-15, an AK-47, and an M16), and SMGs (an MP5, a MAC-10, and an Uzi). He also has a sniper rifle (a Barrett 82A1) for sniping missions. For stealth missions, he fixes a suppressor to his pistols. Finally, he has a combat knife in a sheath on his boot, for close quarters combat.

-----Biography-----

Character History/Origin:
David Kasimir was born David O'Rinn, part of a group of acrobats known as The Soaring Stars in Haley's Circus. At the age of nine, a criminal looking to extort money from the circus sabotaged his parents' act, killing them in the process. David, not able to handle the loss of his parents, ran away. He spent three years on the streets before he was taken in by the Gotham vigilante Grim, or Zoey Kasimir. At the age of 15, he became her sidekick, Blackstar.
"His early childhood is interesting. Not surprising he turned out less than stable."
When David was 16, his mother took in another boy named Malcolm. Malcolm performed heroics alongside David and Zoey as Watchdog. During this time, David's family history of mental illness caught up with him; he began hearing a voice, whispering things in his ear to make him believe things that weren't true. Namely, that his mother and the Justice League preferred his brother Malcolm over him. This led to him being jealous of his brother, which ultimately led in David destroying their relationship... And getting himself killed at the hands of Anarkee.
"What a tragedy... But it shaped him and made him become the man he is today."
Not long after his death, he was resurrected by the League of Assassins, an ancient order hidden deep within the Tibetan mountains. He stayed with them to train for half a year, before escaping their hold upon finding out that his last test would be to kill a man. David spent several years in the former Arab Federation, which had fallen into civil war between citystates and their mercenary armies over supplies. He joined a mercenary army known as the Majnun Alkilab. It was here that he came to realize just how wrong he was to treat his brother the way he did, but thought that the damage had already been done, and he would never be able to go back to his family due to being legally dead. He decided to stay in the Middle East and begin a new life.
"A grave mistake. There was nothing for him there. He just didn't know it then."
But the tragedy of losing all of his comrades over the years made him abandon the Majnun Alkilab in the time when they needed him most. He settled down in a small village after wandering for half a year, only for the village to eventually be razed by the remnants of the Majnun Alkilab several months into his stay. With nothing left, David decided to finally head back to Gotham City to get revenge on Anarkee and the Angels. Once there, he took on his mother's maiden name of DeWitt and started a new life, while performing acts of vigilantism at night under the guise of the second Red Hood.
"This is too early. We need to find the numbers... But it is useful knowing how he came to work with them... Keep going."
Optional Information:
David, due to his time in the Middle East, can speak Arabic and Persian rather fluently. However, he isn't literate in either language.
David's helmet is lined with lead, in order to hide his identity if he ever runs into his adopted brother Malcolm or people with a similar metagene, who can see through anything but lead and electrical currents.
Theme
Battle Theme
Hood's Theme
Hood's Battle Theme

-----Important People-----

Nemesis:
Anarkee - If you read the backstory, I think you know why she's here.
Allies:
Max - A stray Australian Cattle Dog that Dave decided to take in.
Siobhan McKenna - A fiery martial artist David has struck up a strange friendship with.
Kailani - A friend of Siobhan's that Dave has also struck up a friendship with.
Team:
N/A

Sidekick
Powerhouse Street Level

Stacy

-------------------Basic Information-------------------
Alias:
N/A
Name:
Stacy
Origin City:
Metropolis, Delaware
Sex:
Female
Age:
4 (chronologically); 13 (biologically)
"Birth" Date:
January 6th, 2022

-------------------Analysis-------------------

Race:
Metahuman (Mixed; African American and Caucasian)
Height:
5'0
Weight:
98 pounds
Costumed Appearance:
N/A
Civilian Appearance:
Stacy is a rather short and slim girl. Her face is very hard and angular, similar to her 'mother's', and she has olive skin, a mixture of both of her 'parents'' skin tones. Her hair, red like her 'mother's', has stayed cut short, and she has brown eyes. After being taken in by Marilyn, her clothing has consisted of mostly purple t-shirts and jeans.
Icon:
N/A
Costumed Personality:
N/A
Civilian Personality:
In her short time alive, Stacy has proven to be rather curious of the world and the people around her, almost reminiscent of a small child. She's been very bubbly and easily excitable, eager for any and all interaction with people. It's also obvious that her moral compass is already quite strong despite the ability to know right from wrong never being considered important to her mental functions during the cloning process.
Civilian Occupation:
None

-----Abilities-----

-Skills:
Skilled Acrobat
Skilled Martial Artist
Basic Medic
Basic Detective

-Powers:
Regenerative Durability
Stacy has a healing factor akin to her father's, though much weaker considering only 40% of her DNA is his. Stacy is able to heal normal wounds in seconds, and is able to survive standard caliber gunfire. However, mortal wounds can still kill her. It also comes with the added benefit of slowed aging, but that won't kick in until she's 18; once it does, three years to Stacy would be one biological year. As time goes on, her healing factor will strengthen, and she may be able to reach the ability of her father some day.

-Gadgets:
N/A

-Weapons:
N/A

-----Biography-----

Character History/Origin:
It was in 2022 that CADMUS began work on a project dubbed Project: Heracles. This project was an experiment in cloning, using DNA from normal humans and meta-humans in an attempt to create a hybrid. The ultimate goal for the project was to create a hybrid of the Gotham vigilante Grim, and the deceased New York hero Superman. However, first, they created a prototype using the DNA of Grim and the Tiger, another meta-human vigilante native to New York.

This prototype was born in a test tube, and over the course of the past four years has been growing. She was kept inside of a tank, being fed key vitamins and nutrients as well as having information deemed by CADMUS to be vital to her uploaded into her mind. She has had no life beyond this tank, full of a room temperature blue liquid, aging at approximately a year every four months.

The year is now 2026, and that's all going to change.

... And change it did. With the arrival of Captain Quantum, the clone's pod opened in the commotion and she managed to escape, where she was taken in by a woman named Marilyn Crawford who worked as a receptionist at CADMUS. With the help of Crawford, the clone managed to pick a name for herself, Stacy. But she still feels like she needs to go somewhere...

Eventually, she pinned down the place she needed to go as Gotham City. Heart full of regret, she left her home with Marilyn and set out to Gotham, hitching a ride with a pair of aspiring musicians.

Optional Information:
Theme
Battle Theme

-----Important People-----

Nemesis:
N/A
Allies:
N/A
Team:
N/A