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@Jaredthefox92: the one for the rp. Link is in the OP.

Christopher Arthur III

WARNING: INCOMING MISSILES Chris’ helmet interface alerted him with a text overlay. The Judicator had used this all-out assault missile strike once before, when he had launched an assault against Chris’ mansion back in Virginia. At that time, Chris tried to use his suit’s energy shield to block the explosive weapons. However, he discovered that such an assault would severely reduce the effectiveness of Chris’ shielding. Since it’s insanity to repeat an action and expect a different result, Chris had to change up his tactics.

Chris therefore turned and launched up into the sky. Unfortunately, he could not make any immediate evasive actions since those missiles could slam into the nearby buildings. Unlike his high-tech suit, these missiles could not turn on a dime, instead of requiring a much large arc when veering off their initial course.

“Revert power to thrusters and rear shields.” Chris told his in-suit computer. Although at the moment he could not activate his anti-missile systems while his shields were up, that was a risk he had to take in order to ensure that the missiles would not cause any major collateral damage.

His plan was simple. Once Chris was in position, he would lower his shields and allow his suit to do the rest of the work. Chris had installed state-of-the-art DIRCM’s on his armor for such an occasion. Decoy flares would not work well in this situation for two reasons. First, most modern heat-seeking missiles had secondary systems installed that helped them distinguished the flares from the actual target. Since the Hounds were using S.T.R.I.K.E. tech, Chris knew that their weaponry would also be state-of-the-art. Second, what type of hero would Chris be if he would rain down burning-hot metal on civilians?

Although his anti-missile systems would eliminate the threat of the missiles against him, Chris still would not be in the clear. Despite the missiles would no longer be targeting Chris, that did not mean they would become instantly harmless. Even if Chris would fly out of the way way, these missiles would eventually fall back down to the ground and potentially strike residential and commercial areas. Therefore, he would also have to take them out, too.

“I’m inside. What am I supposed to do next?” Maya communicated wirelessly with Chris. This was an unfortunate wrench in Chris’ plan. Now he was going to have to juggle between dealing with these missiles and helping his girlfriend hook up the Archangel armor to the computer systems in Sherman Center.

“Do you see a computer set-up anywhere nearby?” Chris asked while he watched the statistics that his helmet interface was providing him about the missiles. Just a little bit further until he could lower his shields.

“I assume there’s some sort of wire located nearby to hook me in,” Maya continued after confirming that she had found the computer that Chris was referring to.

“It should be already connected. Normally, we would have someone down there to help plug in the cord, but considering our circumstances, you’re just going to have to do your best on your own.”

While he was giving those instructions, Chris had finally reached the distance where the missiles were only being propelled by the momentum that had launched them. Once Chris had deactivated his shields, his suit’s DIRCM started to blast the missiles with bursts of infrared energy. After his suit’s helmet overlay had confirmed that all the missiles were jammed, Chris performed an aerial somersault to position himself behind the missiles.

“And is there anything I need to do once I’m connected?”

“The computer will do everything for you. Just let me know when it gives you any feedback.” Chris told Maya. Meanwhile, the targeting system in Chris’ suit locked onto the jammed missiles and launched pin-point accurate bullets to detonate the warheads at a safe distance.

“You’re be the first to know if the computer starts to do anything weird.”

After dealing with both of these situations, Chris returned to the action back in front of Sherman Center. When he arrived there, Chris found the Judicator heading towards the entrance of Sherman Center. Landing in a hurry, Chris grabbed hold of the villain’s back and slammed him down into the pavement.

“You already destroyed my home one. You’re not getting into this one.”

Suddenly, an amber smoke hovered over towards the Judicators. Chris noticed that the mystical fog had also spread towards the other Hounds, whose weapons and gear began to rust and malfunction. Although he would have expected the Judicator to have started rambling about ‘we would have gotten away if you meddling heroes had to interfered.’ However, Chris only heard laughter.

“Don’t you know that S.T.R.I.K.E. has been studying magic long before those bitches were in diapers,” the Judicator told Chris. The armored villain then released a mist around him that dissipated the smoke that Lady Hex had generated and mended any damage that it might have done to his armor. Then, the Judicator grabbed Chris by the helmet and tossed him several feet down the street.

“You of all people should have know this.” The Judicator taunted Chris because of the armored hero’s prior association with S.T.R.I.K.E
@Jaredthefox92: And to answer your height question, I would suggest no more than 100 feet be her max (aka she can't hold that size for very long).

I would say two good comparisons are Hank Pym from the Ultimate Universe (60 ft max) and Mount Lady from My Hero Academia (~67 feet). That allows her to still have a good height advantage, but she's not so tall that "Kaiju" level enemies would be the only real threat to her.
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Okay, I just tried to do the DC/Marvel thing now where they try to tie in real life events. I wanted to make her backstory semi-realistic.


Tying her backstory to real life events are okay. 9/11 is just a little to far in the past (she would be in her late 30's in the IC otherwise).
I would also suggest changing the 9/11 reference. Although we have a sliding timeline (since time passes faster in real life than in IC), the current year is somewhere between 2014 and 2018.
@Jaredthefox92: I don't know if that's just a WIP or a completed CS, but please reference the OP for information on how to correctly fill out the character sheet.

Things you are missing:
-Sample Post
-Correctly filling out the "Power/Attribute" section
-Origin section needs to me more than a sentence
@Jaredthefox92: All necessary info is in the OP.
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*takes out your brain, gives it a shock then inserts it back in* there, now try it?


That probably would do more damage than good. lol
Grand Duchy of Chelodonia


Beside the Bay of Arioce
An excerpt from the Historiai Chelodonon


After several days of travel, Monychos’ journey was finally over. He had started out from his father’s holdings on the far eastern side of Chelodonian territory. While the centaurs who lived upon the northern plains in Chelodonia technically swear fealty to the Grand Duke, for generations now, they enjoyed great autonomy in their own internal affairs, with the House of Magnesios wielded the most influence amongst the horse nation.

As I have already mentioned, to the west of Chelodonia lies a nation of centaurs, Kyrennos. While the centaurs who dwell within the borders of Chelodonia have more in common with the ruffians of the Plains of Kyrennes to the North, centaur nobility still made the trek to the urban heartland of the empire in the hopes of maintaining a cordial relationship with their city-dwelling brethren.

Monychos’ journey had him cross eastward until his company had reached the Bay of Arioce, the western inlet that separated much of Chelodonia from Kyrennos. After spending the night, Monychos followed the shore of the bay until he had reached the land border. There, the Chelodonians had stationed border patrols as their first line of defense, if one would ever be needed. Once Monychos had been cleared, his band of travelers crossed over into Kyrennan soil.

Before they reached the city proper, Monychos stopped to change into attire more fitting for Kyrennos. Otherwise, these so-called ‘civilized’ centaurs would turned their noses at him for being a bestial savage who ran around the plains naked like a wild horse. Yet there was a reason why horses do not wear clothes: the layers of fabric in the usual attire for a citizen of Kyrennos would make performing even the simplest of tasks quite difficult. His herd back home did not have little goblins for menial labor.

After Monychos had finished changing into proper attire, he and his followers continued on the final stretch of their trek, until they reached their final destination: Kyrennopolis. There, Monychos had business to attend to. And so begins the next chapter of the crisis in this dark time.

I have a post in the works.
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