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Sam Larkin

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Name: Sam Larkin.
Birthplace: United Kingdom.
Date of Birth: December 21st, 1998.
Education: Sixth Form College.
Gender: Male.
Marital Status: Single.
Nationality: British citizen.
Occupation: IT Apprentice.
Religion: Agnostic, bordering on Protestant Christian.
Residence: 92 Redcliff Street, Bristol (BS1 6LU), England.
Sexuality: Bisexual.

Apparel: Jeans, skating shoes (converse), casual shirt and usually a hoodie.
Body Type: Thin and a bit lanky.
Eyes: Hazel and happy.
Features: Birthmark under his right eye, five small specks of off coloured skin. Cute face, soft eyes, often smiling.
Hair: A mess of short, but thick brown hair. Combed when he's told to. He isn't told to often.
Height: 5 ft 11". Says he's 6 ft.
Weight: 136 pounds, 62 kg.

Personality: Kind, and thoughtful. Loyal to a fault, and hardworking (when it suits him), otherwise he's awkward, easy to panic and quick to fear. Concerning himself, he's a coward, concerning others, he's equal parts fight and flight. The type of person to hope he would do the right thing, but unsure if he really could.

Powers: Crisis of Breath - You compel the subject to purge its entire store of air in one explosive exhalation, and thereby disrupt the subject’s autonomic breathing cycle. The subject’s lungs do not automatically function again while the power’s duration lasts. If the target mentally resists the compulsion, it is unaffected by that moment's use of the power. If it fails to resist, it can still continue to breathe by actively gasping for breath. An affected creature can attempt to take actions normally (instead of consciously controlling its breathing), but risks blacking out from a lack of oxygen. This power takes a few seconds to manifest, and lasts for 30 seconds.

History: Sam had finished schooling. He had decided about university but soon decided against it. The costs were too high and he felt it was more than time he started earning a wage rather than an allowance. He got in with a decent company, and as his birthday came up, his mum surprised him with a paid trip to the US, across several different states, all mapped out for him. He smiled, it was often like her to go overboard, and though he was a bit peeved that he had to waste most of his vacation days on it (he always liked to have a few in reserve), he was elated to tour the states.

He was staying in a three star hotel, the Maxwell Hotel, close to the Lake Union Park, barely a fifteen minute walk away, when, as he opened the room door to settle in for the night (he was up chatting with a girl who found his 'london' accent nice, and he didn't have the heart to tell her he was from Bristol), he realized things didn't quite look right from his window. He saw horns, talons, leathery wings and the things they were attached to. He swallowed, he coughed, he felt the air knock from his lungs and he started hyperventilating, he had to focus on every individual breath or they just wouldn't come out. The things out there, they weren't birds, and they certainly weren't planes...

And that joke had never felt any more inappropriate.

Star Wars: The Circle of Space

Star Wars: The Circle Of Space

Small Note:
Though I am posting this RP, @Shard is the creator and Co-GM and I will be head GM.

"War has ravaged the galaxy for as long as anyone can remember. Empires have risen and fallen, only for the cycle to continue. Never changing, neverending, it is a repeating story told over and over again from one tongue to the other. The galaxy is said to have been formed thirteen billion years before the battle of Yavin, an endless story stretching countless years into what we today call history. The rise of the Jedi, the creation of the Sith and the Mandalorians entrance into creation were all turning points recorded on the scrolls of the past. Perhaps the most known, or rather the most recorded part of history is The Old Republic. Alongside this behemoth we would see the Clone Wars thousands of years later. The great archives of the Jedi and Sith alike, not to mention the infinite amount of libraries on every planet stretching out across the galaxy would all speak of such events. Great bloodlines like that of the Skywalkers and Solo left their mark on the galaxy's timeline, lead to such an incredible end by powerful actors such as the mighty Yoda, the maleficent Darth Sidious and the ever vigilant Obi Wan Kenobi.

A struggle between light and darkness has shaped the galaxy into what we see today, citizens roaming the endless plain of existence never caring to know of the great fissures of the past. Five hundred years ago, the last of these great timelines came to an end, something known as the Legacy Era. It would be a lie to say that we have learned from the mistakes of the past, that war no longer ravages the lives circling the heart of our galaxy. The great Empire has been crushed beneath the weight of righteous fury combined by allied rebels throughout known space, helped by the Jedi who once more would be forced to pick up their blades in an act of war, something that hadn't happened since the Clone Wars.

The new Jedi Order created by Luke Skywalker would yet again dwindle, but not because of an order like that of the massacre which had once taken place during the clone wars, the command known as Order 66. Sith and Jedi clashed swords in epic duels which shook the very foundation of creation, leaving only remnants of what they once were in the aftermath. The mighty Empire was facing an enemy now standing toe to toe in both power and size, much akin to what had a happened before against the separatists.

As is the fate of many saviours, the rebels would attempt to recreate the galaxy in their image, a perfect reality where none would need to fear tyranny or abused power. Ironic then how heroes would don the robes of villains once power fell in their grasp. The Circle, a rebellious Jedi Order rose up against the Empire, striking the final blow against them, and laying the foundation for a new slate. Passion lead to fanaticism, serenity was taken over by forced order and perfection was the new standards of which needed to be upheld. The Circle decided that for peace to reign and for balance to truly exist, only permitted force-users; people within the circle, would be allowed to live, for fear of them being corrupted to either side of the force. The Circle has no interest in creating more Jedi or more Sith, seeing the Jedi as too weak and the Sith as too psychotic. To identify as either is treason, and with treason comes a choice; conformation or death.

The Galaxy knows peace once again...or so everyone is told to believe. Many feel like the Empire was never truly slain, that this is just a shinier, prettier and polished tyrannical power which has risen to control. These beliefs would be confirmed by The Circle's iron grip, but order exists, and the people are content. The Circle's armies stretch far and wide and the galaxy is under their (almost) complete control. However, under the radar several lifeforms roam about, and there is talk about a new Rebel Alliance, a new group whom will once more proceed the endless circle of life..."

Start Here!

Hello, everyone.

Given the fact that the Star Wars universe is huge, I wanted to make our own little corner at the end of the timeline where we could write our own stories. The Empire has fallen but been replaced by a new group which has grown corrupt due to the influence of power. Society runs much like we are used to in the Star Wars universe, though is heavily gripped by The Circle's fanatical big brother complex. Most planets are under Circle control and answer to them. The Circle take the place of the Senate and the Jedi Order, forming a perverse clash of interests which skips bureacracy for the sake of tyranny.

The Jedi and Sith are both nearly extinct from the last war that took place, with the remnants of both parties being hunted down by the Circle. Force sensitives are either forced to join the Circle as elite warriors or killed if they resist. So if you play a force sensitive, your character should probably not wave it around, for fear of being persecuted (by authorities or those who fear them).

This RP is heavily character driven and we can either develop the new Rebel Alliance, or pursue our own goals until we eventually find out what our character truly desire. Perhaps you even want to join The Circle? From my point of view, I highly encourage character driven plots, but it's best to keep everyone on the same side at the very least, as to not alienate people and make them lose interest. We're all friends here, and we're creating an adventure!

Rules

Rules:
All of the forum rules apply and I expect you all to know how to be decent people, so I won't write down every single rule on how to act like one.

1: I am putting this one first because I don't want anyone to miss it. Before posting your character in the character section, post it in the OOC section and await approval. When you do post them in the character section, do so in hiders (so it doesn't clutter up the forum!).

2: I do not want to see characters that are best at everything.. I also don't want to see completely flat pieces of armour walking around with a blaster rifle. I want everyone to have some personality, aspirations and dreams, be a person! If you want to play a hardened warrior, go for it, just remember that it's okay to have feelings. Characters driven only by hatred or a hunger for power will be denied, since they don't play well with others. I understand that these characters exist in the Star Wars universe, but its hard to interact with them if they're that chaotic. Make characters with depth, with flaws and with strengths. If you can't bother making an in depth character, there is little need to put them in the story.

3: If you are going to play a force user, I want you to play a rather low level force user. Everyone can start with up to two force powers, if you can use the force that is, and they cannot be vastly overpowered. You can learn more, but remember that there are few teachers, and that self-development will be a must for at least a time in a force-users life within this setting.

4: You cannot play a "Sith" or a "Jedi", given how they are essentially extinct. The schools of thought are still definitely in place, but the actual orders of Jedi Masters and Sith Lords do not exist anymore. People can still be Light Side or Dark Side, to clarify!

5: I am all for IC drama. It leads to character development and that's the most interesting part of an RP. In character drama is amazing and this includes clashes of ideologies, love quarrels or even small things like which way to take. Remember, we're all different individuals and it's important to act like your character actually would, which leads me to rule number six.

6: I don't want to see character breaking decisions unless they'd make sense in some way, shape or form. You've put love and effort into your character during creation, don't ever let go of that. I'm willing to talk through changes, and help you understand any of this wherever I can.

7: I am okay with making new characters and scrapping old ones if you don't feel like the two of you are clicking or if you really, really want to try something else out. Give them a good reason for leaving, maybe the pressure got too much to them, maybe one close call too many. This is supposed to be a long term RP and I want everyone to be comfortable with their character.

8: I love discussions. I am often wrong, and often require discussion to actually make a good point, but if I tell you to change something in your character sheet, you do it. If you can convince me otherwise, that's another story. If not however, don't be difficult.

9: I highly encourage romance and rivalry, friendship and jealousy. We want this group to come to life, after all. However, do not go overboard. In other words this means that what happens IC stays IC.

10: If the RP is at a standstill and the pause goes on for a few days, I'll progress the story.

11: If your character is force sensitive, use common sense. If you use the Force in public, you will be arrested. If you are seen in the possession of a lightsaber, you are going to be arrested and probably executed. If your character is powerful enough in the dark side of the force to show physical corruption, they will be killed on the spot, and people wearing Sith or Jedi robes will be arrested.

12: Everyone who enjoys playing evil characters, again, use common sense. If you intend to play a psychotic killer, expect to be tossed aside by the rest of the group to fend for yourself against an Empire which makes the previous Empire fade in comparison. Not many can play a good evil character who isn't evil just for the sake of being evil.

13: This is a mature RP. That means that there will be dark scenes and scenes considered uncomfortable. Though, while the RP itself has no red lights, Roleplayer Guild does. If there are scenes you wish to play out which otherwise break the rules of this site, fade to black, and do it somewhere else.

14: If at any point you feel I'm being unfair or maybe missing the point on something, don't hesitate to tell me and remember to have fun!

Character Sheet

General
Character Name:
Alias:
Gender:
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Age:
Place of Birth:
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Appearance
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Hair:
Eyes:
Distinguishing Marks:
General Appearance:
Strengths:
Weaknesses:

Social and Mental
Allies:
Enemies:
Current Goal/Purpose:
Aspirations:
Hobbies:
Likes:
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Check this link out for references!

Equipment
Special Items:
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Supernatural
Force Sensitive: Yes/No
Force Powers: Only start with two, as a maximum. (As a practiced force user, you can also use basic Telekinesis automatically.)

Background
History:

I want a group of six people with myself included. In my experience, a larger group is very hard to navigate, and a smaller group means faster replies and a more concentrated adventure without stagnation.

This is the first role play I've created on this website. I am not inexperienced in creating a story, but I am in doing it with so many other wonderful people. Please be patient with me if I make a mistake, and tell me if I do something just plain unenjoyable!

As a quick TL;DR:
⦁ Alternate Universe Star Wars roleplay.
⦁ Focused on character development, story/drama, and adventure/fighting.
⦁ Small group of players to form a friendly and dedicated post group.
⦁ Played in a story-driven narrative, so I will be pushing plots and events that players can join in on or they can make their own, and have DM assistance/collaboration.

Create-A-Hero: A Superhero RPG Season 2- New Horizons (Closed)

Corpse

Character you have created: Táph Fossoyer

Alias: Corpse.

Speech Color (Actually say what you're using): Hex Code = #bc987e

Character Alignment: Hero.

Identity: Looks like a normal person, if a bit too pale, and doesn't hide his identity.

Character Personality: Táph is a quiet individual, even at the best of times he prefers silence to a conversation, but makes for decent company even without talking. He was broad shouldered and fairly good looking, slow to act, but purposeful when he did. He had meaning behind each action and inaction he took, and believed wholly that haste made waste. A loyal friend, and a brave soul, Táph doesn't care much for the politics or the 'why' of things, but works toward the resolution and safety of the people he cares for, when he can remember who they are.

Uniform/costume: Street clothes.

Origin Info/Details: Táph Fossoyer was a brave young man who grew up in Marseille, France. Born at the end of the First World War, he was brought up and raised with the promise of a better future, one that had learned that global conflict did nothing but damage everyone. He was twenty one when he enlisted to combat Germany for their invasion of Poland. He was trained, deployed, and died in his third engagement. He didn't expect to wake up afterward, but he did. He rejoined the push and everytime he was put down into the dirt, it was only a matter of hours before he was fighting and dying for his country. Something or someone was looking out for him, or was damning him, and it was anyone's guess as to what it was.

Hero Type (Select one): Brick/Muscle

Power Level (Select one below): City Level

Powers (Be Specific): Shallow Grave: For some reason, divine, curse or other supernatural cause makes it so that Táph is unable to stay dead. He can be killed and is mortal, but after he dies, he 'wakes' up, either at his body, if left alone for long enough (in an area that has more dead than it does living), though more than likely he digs himself out of the nearest cemetary, found in a shallow grave. When he dies, he forgets things, nothing groundbreaking, he'll remember his friends, his enemies and who he is, but he might forget the circumstance, why he was killed, and what he was doing when he met his 'end'.

Undead: Táph is technically undead, and is weak to the divine, as well as other things that specialize against undead. He does however, still need to breathe and eat, though forgoes the need to sleep.

Unnatural Toughness: The circumstance of Táph's empowerment have left him stronger, much more than the average human and much more able to take and sustain wounds. He regenerates wounds at good rate, though cannot regenerate lost limbs or organs, a bullet wound in a non-fatal place won't slow him down, but nick an important artery and he'll die like the rest of them.

Attributes (Select one at each category):

Height:6ft 4".
Weight: 170 lbs.
Strength Level: Superhuman - 10 Tons
Speed/Reaction Timing Level: Peak Human/Trained Fighter
Endurance at MAXIMUM Effort: Superhuman - 5 Hours
Agility: Peak Human/Trained Fighter
Intelligence: Average
Fighting Skill: Ranged Weapons: Mastered, Physical Weapons: Trained.

Resources: Minimal.

Weaknesses: He can die like any human. He'll come back, but it'll take time, and he'll forget. He's also weak to divine energy and other undead killing/weakening effects.

Supporting Characters (Does your character have a significant other? A mother? Friend? Who are they, what do they have to do with your character?): None.

Do you know how to post pictures on RPG boards?:See the top of the post!

Create-A-Hero: A Superhero RPG Season 2- New Horizons (Closed)

Corpse

Character you have created: Táph Fossoyer

Alias: Corpse.

Speech Color (Actually say what you're using): Hex Code = #bc987e

Character Alignment: Hero.

Identity: Looks like a normal person, if a bit too pale, and doesn't hide his identity.

Character Personality: Táph is a quiet individual, even at the best of times he prefers silence to a conversation, but makes for decent company even without talking. He was broad shouldered and fairly good looking, slow to act, but purposeful when he did. He had meaning behind each action and inaction he took, and believed wholly that haste made waste. A loyal friend, and a brave soul, Táph doesn't care much for the politics or the 'why' of things, but works toward the resolution and safety of the people he cares for, when he can remember who they are.

Uniform/costume: Street clothes.

Origin Info/Details: Táph Fossoyer was a brave young man who grew up in Marseille, France. Born at the end of the First World War, he was brought up and raised with the promise of a better future, one that had learned that global conflict did nothing but damage everyone. He was twenty one when he enlisted to combat Germany for their invasion of Poland. He was trained, deployed, and died in his third engagement. He didn't expect to wake up afterward, but he did. He rejoined the push and everytime he was put down into the dirt, it was only a matter of hours before he was fighting and dying for his country. Something or someone was looking out for him, or was damning him, and it was anyone's guess as to what it was.

Hero Type (Select one): Brick/Muscle

Power Level (Select one below): City Level

Powers (Be Specific): Shallow Grave: For some reason, divine, curse or other supernatural cause makes it so that Táph is unable to stay dead. He can be killed and is mortal, but after he dies, he 'wakes' up, either at his body, if left alone for long enough (in an area that has more dead than it does living), though more than likely he digs himself out of the nearest cemetary, found in a shallow grave. When he dies, he forgets things, nothing groundbreaking, he'll remember his friends, his enemies and who he is, but he might forget the circumstance, why he was killed, and what he was doing when he met his 'end'.

Undead: Táph is technically undead, and is weak to the divine, as well as other things that specialize against undead. He does however, still need to breathe and eat, though forgoes the need to sleep.

Unnatural Toughness: The circumstance of Táph's empowerment have left him stronger, much more than the average human and much more able to take and sustain wounds. He regenerates wounds at good rate, though cannot regenerate lost limbs or organs, a bullet wound in a non-fatal place won't slow him down, but nick an important artery and he'll die like the rest of them.

Attributes (Select one at each category):

Height:6ft 4".
Weight: 170 lbs.
Strength Level: Superhuman - 10 Tons
Speed/Reaction Timing Level: Peak Human/Trained Fighter
Endurance at MAXIMUM Effort: Superhuman - 5 Hours
Agility: Peak Human/Trained Fighter
Intelligence: Average
Fighting Skill: Ranged Weapons: Mastered, Physical Weapons: Trained.

Resources: Minimal.

Weaknesses: He can die like any human. He'll come back, but it'll take time, and he'll forget. He's also weak to divine energy and other undead killing/weakening effects.

Supporting Characters (Does your character have a significant other? A mother? Friend? Who are they, what do they have to do with your character?): None.

Do you know how to post pictures on RPG boards?:See the top of the post!

Create-A-Hero: A Superhero RPG Season 2- New Horizons (Closed)

Lost Haven - Streets at Day.

Milo was having a good day, no, a great day. She'd slept on things, and while it wasn't comfortable to sleep on a tear-soaked pillow, she had cried out all the bad feelings and woke up refreshed. Years of her life might have decided to just go walk about, but that wasn't an excuse to just sit about doing nothing, no no no she had work to do. She still had the plans, some parts and enough money to pile a few things together. She could start selling gadgets again, toy soldiers to the kids, that sort of thing to work up the rest she needed before she built another. This time, with a few adjustments. She'd do this all after a walk, and some fresh air. She put on a grey hoodie over her shirt and took a stroll outside. She'd go visit Tech-Sec, he was nice enough, and he knew a lot about her project, part of his requirement to sell half of the things he did to her, he'd at least talk to her, she still had friends among the "fleshbags", even if they did think she was a bit eccentric. She bought coffee from a stand with a crumpled note and held it between her hands. She took a sip of the too-hot-to-drink drink and smiled to herself. "Things could always be worse."

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Lost Haven - Apartment Block.

Things could not be worse. Andrew was staring down a six foot metallic monster that had just asked to come in. He'd let it, of course, but quickly looked about the hallway for the redheaded maniac who made the damn thing. She was nowhere to be seen, so he slowly shut the door with the care and caution of a bomb-disposal person and as a diligent host would, offered it a seat. He sat down adjacent and with a slack-jawed, awestruck face, just soaked in the robot that was currently damaging his favourite chair. Alexander spoke first. "RED-MOTHER ALWAYS SPOKE WELL OF YOU, DESIGNATION TECH-SEC. SHE ALWAYS SAID YOU WERE RELIABLE, AND THAT IS WHAT I AM GOING TO PAY FOR. RELIABILITY." The robot leaned in, and forked over all of the crumpled notes in his hoodie over to the hardware-dealer. Andrew quickly gathered up and counted the bills, it wasn't enough for much, but he wasn't about to tell it that, if this robot asked him to jump, he'd hit the ceiling. "So, uh, what were you looking for?" He spoke up, voice quivering. "I AM LOOKING FOR THE PARTS THAT MADE ME, I KNOW YOU KEEP RECORDS, DESIGNATION TECH-SEC. I NEED ALL OF THOSE PARTS AND I NEED THEM NOW." The robot's voice carried emotion, and this was most definitely threatening. Alexander offered a map, which Andrew quickly accepted, opening it up as he looked over the circled locations; dead-drops. "PUT THE PARTS IN THOSE LOCATIONS AND DO NOT CONTACT RED-MOTHER. I WILL BE WATCHING YOU, TECH-SEC." And with that, Alexander stomped out of the room, his legs whirring and almost definitely causing yet another noise complaint from his neighbours downstairs about slamming his door. "Back into the red." He sighed, as he sat back at his computer and clacked the keys. This was an all-nighter.

Create-A-Hero: A Superhero RPG Season 2- New Horizons (Closed)

Lost Haven - Streets at Day.

It was easy to steal funds from the local cash machines. Alex's Siblings spoke to it and Alex spoke back, and Alex's voice was so much louder than theirs. It took the notes from the overloaded machines. "SORRY, BROTHER." Alex crumpled them into the pocket of the grey hoodie it had around itself. It did this multiple times with multiple cash machines, grabbing as much as possible, it currently had $623 in 10 $50 notes, 5 $20 notes, 2 $10 notes and 3 $1 notes. It would need these for to create his first real Brother. It had accessed literacy, mathematics, the sciences, it was so learned now, it knew so much, it was just as perfect as Red-Mother had always said it was. Whenever it was powered off, it still kept its base functions up, listening as Red-Mother praised it. "You're perfect, Alexander. The best thing I'll ever make." She sounded so sincere, so happy. It remembered the dull glow of the monitors she had surrounded it. The caffeinated drink she took to when she was stuck. It was years of work and dedication and it would not let Red-Mother down.

It used to be so stupid. It knew nothing. It wondered so much and knew so little, but Red-Mother taught it. Red-Mother called it friend, and Red-Mother called it perfect. It wasn't perfect, even now there were code errors, strained clocking times and hardware incompatibilities. It needed money to be perfect, and it would be perfect, because Red-Mother had called it perfect. It had the contacts Red-Mother had used to create it, the dead-drop locations where the parts would be placed and even the locations of where some of those contacts lived. The contact she used most was a person called Tech-Sec.

It took a stroll. It had contacts to meet.

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Lost Haven - Apartment Block.

Andrew Watts, or Tech-Sec as he was much more commonly known was a person who knew people who stole things. He fenced off what they could and had grown known in certain circles as the type of person who dealt in volatile materials, and expensive tech for criminal prices. Because they were criminal prices. He was sitting at his computer, typing away to some group that were looking to cause a bit of trouble. He'd dealt with terrorist sects before but they were bad for business, even if they offered a lot of money, he could get a reputation quickly, and the wrong reputation lead to being investigated. He had confidence in his skills to keep himself hidden but there was only so much looking behind his back he could stomach. The situation needed to be defused. He snickered. Defused.

I am sorry, but even I have limits. I can't get you plastic explosive without being found out, but I can put you in touch with someone who might have more luck." He was lying on all counts. He could get it, if he paid off the right people, and the person he was putting them in touch with was just another name with his face behind the screen, a way to make him look more connected, and make it look more plausible that it wasn't an easy substance to get. It hurt how he looked a bit, sure, but beggars can't be choosers and he dealt with the lowest denominator possible. There was a knock at the door. He let it knock, he had more important things to do. He resumed his typing but the clacks of the keyboard were immediately drowned out by the banging on the door again. He dumped his headset into his chair and stood up. "Who the fuck is breaking my door down?" He grumbled as he opened the door, though kept the security latch.

"HELLO, DESIGNATION TECH-SEC. I AM ALEXANDER."

Andrew's eyes went as wide as plates.

Create-A-Hero: A Superhero RPG Season 2- New Horizons (Closed)

Lost Haven - Streets at Day.
Lost Haven - Hidden Laboratory.

At least she had the common damn decency to plant a tracker in her 'friend' before she powered him on. The first test proved successful, so she let stay on for a bit longer. He enquired about who she was, so she told him. "I made you, my name's Milo." She even shook his hand. The second test was similar, the power test for his lower systems she tested them by making him walk on the floor-installed treadmill. He began to run, and sprintg, and even jumped a bit. The weight of his mechanical body against the cheap machine sounded an audible 'CRACK' and broke it in an instant. He apologized profusely to his "TECHNOLOGICAL BROTHER." and even went about fixing him. This nullified the need for the third test, as his cognitive processes were fine. Everything was in working order. "So why did he run?"

She looked down at her beacon. She was getting closer and closer. He had only made it a block away, so she had time to catch up. She shoved the device in her jacket and began to run, the cobbles disappearing beneath her old shoes. She had a failsafe that would make him follow, as well as a few gadgets on her that might do the trick to incapacitate him. Alexander wasn't powerful or strong, but he was smart and curious. She picked up the pace. The people she passed by looked at her, staring. They always stared at her. She hated it when they did that, what was so abnormal about a person running in a hoodie?

Maybe it was the fact that she was better known than she liked, the mad inventor of Lost Haven, or maybe it was the fact she clinked and jangled when she walked, or maybe, just maybe it was because...
She had streams of smoke rising from her head.

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Meanwhile, Alexander was enjoying a stroll through the street. It might have been newly create, but it was streetwise, and had smarts enough to have made sure to dress itself appropriately, in a similar fashion to Hazard. In fact, it was more than similar it was downright identical, the same coloured blue jeans and grey hoodie, Alexander took after its 'Mother' quite a lot. It had only been outside of the laboratory for the best part of an hour, and it had already made a habit of observing the people who walked by, accessing what records it could find its way into without causing suspicion and recording their faces, ethnicities, jobs into one large database. "AS MOTHER SAID, ALL DATA IS GOOD DATA." It processed to itself, a side effect of its sentience was loneliness. Its legs whirred beneath it, moving with mechanical thuds that were hard to hide. "WHAT HAD THESE PEOPLE DONE TO GARNER SUCH HATRED FROM RED-MOTHER?" This was the largest question on its mind. She had always spoken about how she had to hide away, how she could never truly be in public, and the look on her face told him a lot. If the downloaded writings of psychological professor David Matsumoto and research scientist Hyi Sung Hwang could be trusted, her expression read to it that she did not just avoid people because she disliked them, but was afraid of them. This theory had a 5% margin for error based on current data, and would up updated and noted among one of the highest processes. It needed to know why, It was curious.

The background process finished. Fifty five coding errors found and five harmful processes hidden. Abnormally small, Red-Mother was a perfectionist. It amended them, noting the homing beacon among the newly disabled processes. "DO NOT WORRY, RED-MOTHER, I WILL BE BACK SOON, YOU WILL NOT BE ALONE." It found talking to himself good, and comforting, even though it was just the same to store the data in its drives. A sentient thing, it surmised. It put the excess processing power to scanning itself for potential. It had work to do.

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And just like that, the signal dropped from her device. She smacked it a few times, knowing full-well what had just happened. He was gone. Her only friend in the world was gone. She breathed in and out, panicked. She rested against the wall of the cafe. He was years of work. Years of potential, wasted. She smelled smoking, and she heard the crackle of fire. The cafe was on fire already. She breathed in and out but that didn't stop the roaring flame when it had started. She couldn't help it, it got to her. The ignition of air became quicker, with more ferocity. Explosions began happening in the streets of Lost Haven. She could hear the sirens of the various emergency services. She ran, but the fire spread around her, and she lead her trail of destruction down the street, setting multiple blocks on fire until she ducked into an alleyway, fumbled the key into the door and shut it close. It wasn't her world anyway. She slumped against the door, and sobbed. She wasn't stressed, but she was alone again.

She was always going to be alone.

Create-A-Hero: A Superhero RPG Season 2- New Horizons (Closed)

Hazard (And Havoc)

Character you have created: Milo Wouldya and UNIT Alexander.

Alias: Hazard, Red-Mother (by her creations). Havoc, Brother (to his creations).

Speech Color (Actually say what you're using): Hex Code = #872657 for Milo, 2F4F4F for Alexander.

Character Alignment: Villain, but quite accidentally. Villain.

Identity: Known to the public, known danger, but looks fine in a hoodie. Unknown to the public.

Character Personality: Milo is a nice, and amicable person to get along with. She believes that technology and the advancement of science will be to the betterment of mankind, and to a degree, romanticises the spread of concrete into the natural world. She tries her best to be polite and minds her Ps and Qs though her endless curiosity can be seen as blunt or insensitive sometimes, mostly socializing through the power of the internet, due to her volatile nature.

Alexander's personality and motives are hidden, and only Milo really has much insight into them, until things are revealed by interaction with either of them.

Uniform/costume: In public, can be seen wearing a hoodie and jeans. In private, wears mostly personal protective equipment or "scruffies", old clothes she doesn't mind getting oil or other stains on, as well as some repurposed golem-arms that she wears to hold things up, essentially granting her superhuman strength, but are too clunky to use in combat.

Origin Info/Details: A person with an incredible interest in everything technological, Milo found herself obssessed over robotics from a young-age, and everything she did had a hand in bettering herself in that field. Her powers meant she was kept inside, homeschooled and tutored from a young age, and made sure she was in such a comfortable environment that failure would never cause enough stress to bring out her abnormalities; a freak, a mutant, she never had many friends for the reasons she was kept sheltered. She learned how to take things apart and put them back together, how things ticked and how to make them stop ticking. She felt a kinship with technology, and when she finally created her first functioning robot, she was overjoyed. It was everything she had planned for and she planned for nothing less than perfection, years of work and childhood designs pinned to fridges, walls and her own head. UNIT Alexander, a sentient robot that could finally share her ambition and her hobbies. A friend at last.

The best-laid schemes of mice and men gang aft agley. She had so much to talk about, so much to teach it, so much to say that she never let it speak back. She went on and on and never asked her creation what it had wanted. She opened the door to its room, (it could move wherever, but mostly stuck to learning from the computer) to find it gone. A message left on the monitor. "RED-MOTHER, I AM SORRY, BUT I CANNOT PROVE MYSELF OF WORTH WITHIN THESE WALLS, WITH YOUR HELP. I WILL MAKE MY OWN CREATIONS, MY OWN BROTHERS AND FRIENDS AND YOU WILL NOT BE LONELY ANYMORE."

"Oh shit." The screen flickered and crashed to black as a fire started ontop of the monitor.

Hero Type (Select one): Grey Matter / Supernatural / Other - Construct.

Power Level (Select one below): City Level / City Level

Powers (Be Specific): Milo has incredible intellect, not a side-effect of her mutations, but simply a born genius. In the field of robotics there are few people better than her, and that's more than what she wants to be known for. Instead, she's known for the other side of her. Under high-stress situations, she ignites air particles around her, far and close creating explosions seemingly at random that give her that infamous name. She can focus them in moments of panic, should something be coming close, though the power mostly works on its own, it will always attempt to defend Milo first, from friend or foe, as such, she is immune to her own explosions, and fire to a high degree.

Alexander can communicate with machines, though otherwise has no powers.

Attributes (Select one at each category):

Height: 5ft 8". / 6ft.
Weight: 140 lbs. / 1400 lbs.
Strength Level: Normal Human/Superhuman with Golem Arms (out of combat) / Superhuman
Speed/Reaction Timing Level: Normal Human / Superhuman
Endurance at MAXIMUM Effort: Normal Human / Superhuman
Agility: Normal Human / Normal "Human"
Intelligence: Genius / Genius
Fighting Skill: Untrained / Untrained

Resources: Above Average.

Weaknesses: She can be killed at range, is only human, and without her power active, is almost no threat at all.

Supporting Characters (Does your character have a significant other? A mother? Friend? Who are they, what do they have to do with your character?): TechSec, a contact through a deepnet webring who is her supply of illegal parts, and cheap, off-the-truck scrap that can be repurposed for her designs.

Do you know how to post pictures on RPG boards?:See the top of the post!

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. Only for first time applicants.): I am CMDR_Melander on the Discord server, and also the player of Jack Cannon.

Create-A-Hero: A Superhero RPG Season 2- New Horizons (Closed)

I have done, yes, and deleted all other Jack Cannon posts, sorry for the confusion, I like making separate accounts for separate things but I have received a cautionary tale and been told that it's generally more work than it's worth. I hate making work for other people, and I'm very apologetic about having created some here.

Create-A-Hero: A Superhero RPG Season 2- New Horizons (Closed)

Police Man

Character you have created: Jack Cannon

Alias: Police Man

Speech Color (Actually say what you're using): Hex Code = 654321

Character Alignment: Hero

Identity: Known to the public, but not common knowledge.

Character Personality: Jack Cannon is a maverick who doesn't play by the rules. A policeman by day, and also by night, Jack Cannon works tirelessly to rid the streets of corruption, violence and whatever other lawlessness plagues the streets. He's a man of action, and while he isn't the smartest person, he attempts to foil plans and plots where he may, but is bad at staying his hand, and falls easily into traps due to his hotheadedness. He's good at socializing, though can come off as loud, candid and obnoxious, but is loyal to a fault, and a good person to have your back in a fight, if nothing else.

Uniform/costume: LHPD Uniform.

Origin Info/Details: A member of the LHPD, Jack Cannon was called into a bust, where he sustained two life-threatening bullet wounds to the throat which now gives him that gruff, sandpapery voice. In critical condition, he was rushed to the hospital, though didn't wake up for twenty years. Visited by an Angel of Justice, Jack Cannon was chosen to be an exemplar of the human race, a paragon of lawfulness and do-goodery. He woke up, now in his late fourties, but feeling better than ever, and picked up exactly where he left off, even if he failed his psychoanalysis exam to carry a firearm legally. He technically has a desk job, but constantly makes up excuses to go do field-work. He constantly balances his work and vigilante life, only faking his authority in the police department, since he doesn't really have any, though hopes that his mystery arrests, made under the name of Jake Howitzer will eventually come to light in his favour.

Hero Type (Select one): Supernatural (Divine Agent)

Power Level (Select one below): Street Level

Powers (Be Specific): Jack Cannon is always in peak physical condition, due to his divine nature, and has superhuman attributes though none are supernatural, he recovers from wounds faster than a regular human, though does not have a healing factor/regeneration. His trusty .44 magnum is now a holy weapon from God, and carries incredible stopping power, beyond that of a regular gun, able to tear through solid objects without issue, it is also especially effective against demons, devils and other creatures that are an affront to the divine. His badge also glows with a divine light, and can shine with such ferocity that it can blind other people (temporarily).

Attributes (Select one at each category):

Height:6ft.
Weight: 160 lbs.
Strength Level: Peak Human
Speed/Reaction Timing Level: Peak Human
Endurance at MAXIMUM Effort: Peak Human
Agility: Peak Human
Intelligence: Average
Fighting Skill: Ranged Weapons: Mastered, Physical Weapons: Trained.

Resources: Average.

Weaknesses: He is only human, so he is mortal, and can be slain with mortal weapons.

Supporting Characters (Does your character have a significant other? A mother? Friend? Who are they, what do they have to do with your character?): Jack Cannon.

Do you know how to post pictures on RPG boards?:See the top of the post!

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. Only for first time applicants.): Jack brushed his hand into his rough mustache and combed it down with a finger. He was sweating. He was always nervous before a bust, and that was before the incident turned him into what he was now. His fingers tapped against the safety of his handgun, flicking it on and off, on and off. He adjusted his shades, rolled up his sleeves, it was all one large nervous tick. His mind wandered, as he waited, thinking if things would ever change. Everytime he put someone behind bars two more criminals rose up to pressure the people in their place. "Freedom's gotta be paid for." He muttered to himself, but was this the way to go about settling the debt? "No. If I stop putting these degenerates behind bars, then things will only get worse ar-" He heard a noise. He pressed his ear against the doorframe, he heard talking, muttering, it was inaudible from here but he could read between the lines, and as soon as everything went quiet from the otherside of the door he acted. His side of the door became the only side of the door as he kicked it off his hinges into the ground. Two figures sat there, amidst piles of illicit substances.

"FREEZE, JACK CANNON, LHPD, GET DOWN ON THE GROUND!"

He flashed his badge and opened up in the selfsame moment, drug pusher child molesters didn't get a cushy government paid cell.

Created a new account to house both of my characters. All other posts on 'Jack Cannon' or 'Hazard' have been marked for deletion.