Dezuel

Create-A-Hero: A Superhero RPG Season 3- Shattered Dimensions

Lost Haven, present day.

Interacting with: Icon

The elevator music did little to calm Kenneth, the anticipation of reaching the roof of the large skyscraper was all he currently was thinking of. He didn't want to miss a good opportunity to see what the whole alien buisness was about, and also see if he could speak with Icon, who had saved Lost Haven from one big space rock. Kenneth's ride up the elevator was not a lonely one however, as he was accompanied by his two minions, Lolly and Coco who were excited but not as much as Kenneth to get a scenic view of what was happening. Once the troublesome trio had made it to the top floor, Kenneth quickly made it up the stairs and ladders until he finally reached the roof. The wind was alot stronger up there, but it didn't concern him. He wanted to thank Icon and also welcome his new potential guests.

"Ahh! Nothing like the scenic view of- chaos? Why in the baker's buttocks are they firing at us? That doesn't seem overly appropriate considering they are guests right? Lolly, binoculars please." Ken said in a frantic tone, grabbing the pair of binoculars which often were carried by Lolly in her side-bag. "Sweet harshmellows, what in the cocochopachubra are they doing? This doesn't look like a welcome party. What a mess, glad I am not the mayor in charge of this major mess. I think it was kind of cool what Icon did before, you know picking up that large space boulder and tossing it back out into space. And trust me there's alot of space! I can imagine there's alot of happy customers being enriched because of not being made into goo goo flatpankake tofu!" The finely dressed man said to his two companions which stood just ten feet behind him now, not overly keen on standing too near the edge of the building.

"I might not be a man of much favours, I prefer dealing in flavours! And if these alien's have this terrible taste and class, we should- Oh look! One of them is coming this way! Over here! Welcome to earth! We come in sweet cheese!" Kenneth said aloud, dropping the binoculars and spreading his arms wide as the alien craft shot him with an energy blast which left a hole in his chest.

"How rude! I am appalled!" The Candycane burst out in a mix of annoyance and surprise. "This alien just made a donut out of me? Sweet and with a hole in the middle! That does it! We are doing this the hard way! Jawbreaker way!" Ken reached down to his belt as the hole in his chest began to close in on itself, he allowed his candycane to fit nicely into his hand. "Now it's time to show sportsmanship. Why not abit of golf? Fore sure!" He chuckled, while forming a few golf-ball sized candies. Nearly indestructible and the only harder material in Ken's possession was his trusty cane, which was not only a thing for him to appear classy and help his walk. It was also a potent tool, even a weapon.

"Lolly! Coco! You two better take cover, daddy is going to score a few points! Like every donut has a hole! Chew on this!" The finely glad gentleman dropped one of the hard candies on the roof, then whacking it using his superhuman strength with his mighty cane. The candy flew far and with immense speed before crashing into the spacecraft that had done the flyby on him, the ball itself bouncing off the spacecraft's shield but the impact itself caused the craft to crash into another skyscraper.

"Whoops! I hope those guys had ensurance on that. But these spacecrafts are completely alien to me, but maybe that is the point? By the sugarcoated donut that is saturnus ring, look at them go! Whooo!" Kenneth yelled out in a cheery manner, shooting another candy towards another spacecraft. "Sir, these ships seem to have some kind of shield on them, maybe a different candy would do better?" Lolly suggested with a hint of worry.

"Salty sturgeons! You are correct! Let's get to giving them something else! Chew chew, said the locomotive! Isn't loco mad in sombreroland? You have to tell me about that later, Coco." Kenneth said aloud and with a ponderous tone in his voice, he attached his cane to his belt again. Then he took a pose resembling a thrower in baseball, he turned his hat backwards and then formed a candy ball inside of his hand, hurling it towards what looked like a transport ship. Upon impact the ball itself spread out like a sticky goo'ey chewing gum, obscuring the ships view and ability to manuever, ultimately leading to it crashing into a smaller craft and then tumbling down to the streets below. "You sir alien, you lack manners! And now you lack flight aswell! Ta ta! He kinda fell for that one he did! This is like a big recipe for disaster! Thankfully every disaster can be solved with enough sugar!" The Candycane twirled on his feet to look to his two minions.

"Coco! I have a question for you! What do I dislike the most?" The man adjusted his hat back to it's original direction, before forming a chair out of sugar to sit down upon, crossing his legs as he did. "I think it's diabetes no?" Coco answered in an uncertain manner, having placed her hand under her chin and poking her lips with a single finger.

"Aha! Close one! But no! I dislike it when the good guys are sugarfree! So what should we do about that? I can't just shoot one of my sweets from down here! He wouldn't see it coming! I am not an underhanded scoundrel who takes advantage of others when they are not looking! I am a gentleman who takes advantage of people right under their nose when they are watching! Now that's a big difference!" Kenneth nodded quickly and then looked over his shoulder and to the sky.

"So how do I get up there? I doubt there is a spacecraft taxi service available! Ahh! Improvising! Ofcourse! It comes naturally to one such as I! Sit back and watch a master at his craft." Ken explained as he rose from his chair, stretching his body abit before walking over to two different ends of the roof and began to create two sturdy and tall pillars of candy. "Ahh yes! This will likely do just perfectly! Da Vinci, watch how far humanity has gotten since your inventions!" Kenneth said in a cheery manner, walking to the far end of the roof where the pillars wouldn't be. The man soon after began to elongate his arms, reaching out to grab with his hands at the both pillars from far away.

"Allright, all I need to do now... is to let- GOOOOOO!" He finalized as he lifted his feet from the air and allowed his body to be flung forwards towards his arms and the pillars, but he let himself go before he would be stopped by them. Flying far up into the air and landing on a solid surface. A large ship. "Whooooa! It's slippery! Crap! I miscalculated! The shield is up!" He yelled as he began to bounce and slip along the large upper side of the spacecraft until finally slipping off it. The crafty sweetsman however had more candy up his sleeves, he quickly formed a large piece of gum in his hand and then began to chew it and blowing it up into a balloon. Then grabbing unto it with his hand. An improvised parachute.

"Mmmhmm! Candy is the cure! Yo! Icon! Pretty neat of you to save the city and all that! But this whole alien thing above us really is spoiling my sweet dreams so be a good boy and get that technological horror away! I make sure to prepare a gift bag with your name on it!" The red and white clad man winked to Icon as he was slowly decreasing in elevation, still holding unto his bubblegum-balloon.

Create-A-Hero: A Superhero RPG Season 3- Shattered Dimensions

Pacific Point

Interacting with: The Wanderer, Voyager and Hound Dog.

"Get out of my way!" Verge yelled out as he dashed and dodged in his ascent to what he assumed was a mothership. As he traversed forth, he pressed forth through his crystal field but he was singed by a stray energy shot from one of the alien fighters. He could feel the burning sensation on his chest, and how it had scorched a section of his tan suit asunder.

'The audacity... you dare to attack a god of this world?! You'll pay for that...' He gritted his teeth together and flung himself after the fighter which had the fortune, or misfortune to land a hit on him. The young man tightened his right hand into a fist and channeled his light energy into it, before punching through the shield of the craft and reaching into what he assumed were the cockpit. Verge soon after detonated a blast of light energy into the spacecraft itself causing it to explode right after he let go of it.

"Hahaha! This amazing power is beyond anything you can hope to fight! Try if you wish! Ahahaha!" He yelled out and laughed aloud as seven other spacecrafts had followed him in his short pursuit of the 'unfortunate target', they opened fire in a manner which could more or less resemble how it would look like taking a shotgun blast to the face. The young man moved his arms apart and began to create a wall of diamond, blocking the energy shots before it began to further reach out almost like a tidal wave or a tsunami, eveloping the seven ships within what came to be formed as a round, hollow ball of diamond. The ships would bounce into the walls and each other within, like as if one would have put goldfish and piranha's together into a single fishbowl. The young man smirked as he saw the ensuing chaos within it, almost having the urge to geokinetically shake it like one of those old christmas decorations which had fluid and 'snow' within them.

But there were no time for such toying, there was a larger ship which were in dire need of a precise landing. Verge reached out with his powers to fly himself and the large ball of diamond, now filled with seven spacecrafts bouncing between each other within like a crazy flippergame, but not to the speed it would cause them to explode on contact with each other. The mothership, as Verge regarded it were indeed massive, it could likely cover the entire city would it crash. Such a potential outcome couldn't be left to chance, it had to be helped along the way. After all, this is what all those humans below deserved. They deserved the same destruction that these invaders would receive, every last one of them. As he had now gotten out of sight for many of the smaller fighters, mostly due to the city below and the other superhuman... or was it superhumans?

He had little time to deduce whereof the one who created that massive beam were truly alone down there. The large ball of diamond and spaceships was soon hurled towards what Verge considered to be the right side of it. If he could bring down that side, the enourmouse ship would surely land on Pacific Point. How he hated the place. Judgement day had finally come for them. As the ball of diamond had been flung towards the ship, Verge proceeded to move his arms and hands in a circular motion starting from his chest, then moving his hands up above his head and shoulders, then down until he had created a full circle. A shimmering disc was forming in front of him, the like one could expect to find in a strong pair of binoculars, a microscope... or perhaps even a periscope. A lens.

'Today's weather is crystal clear and brimming with light...' He thought as a satisfied smile formed on his lips, his teeth showing as he gathered as much of his light powers as he could muster and shooting it from himself in a cone shape, right into the disc in front of him and the beam that was formed from it shot right into the hurled ball of diamond and spacecrafts as it crashed into the mothership. Causing a massive explosion from the detonating smaller ships inside the ball, but also the thing colliding with the shield of the mothership and finally shattering. Then came the energy damage, he wanted to cut open the entire right side of the ship.

'Fall! Fall and crush them all!' The young man withdrew very quickly after unleashing his attack, he flew right towards the city. There was still someone in there who didn't need to perish with the humans after all. The young man finally laid his eyes on the figure from before, his eyes set on The Wanderer.

"It's time to go, friend. Things are about to lit up, the ship above will level the city..." He said in a calmed down tone of voice, and with a satisfied look on his face, that was until he noticed two others present. Hound Dog and Voyager, whose names he didn't know, much like The Wanderer. They were unknown to him. One thing was certain however, all alien had to be rooted out and destroyed.

'Why are they not killing this alien? A defector? A spy? A scout? It doesn't matter... It shouldn't be here, it has to be...' He gathered his thoughts before raising one of his hands, with the palm of it facing towards Voyager.

"Purged." He said aloud, as his wings of light sprouting out from his back twitched in intensity as lit up further. "All aliens must be dealt with no exceptions. Hold still and I shall make your exit swift and painless." Verge said as his eyes narrowed and light began to quickly form in the inside of his palm, before he shot out a beam of light towards Voyager's chest.

Create-A-Hero: A Superhero RPG Season 3- Shattered Dimensions

You are on candied camera!

Theme:

Theme

youtube.com/watch?v=xk89YWDA6lE

Character you have created: Kenneth De'Kane
Alias: The Candycane
Speech Color: Light red
Character Alignment: Villain
Identity: Kenneth De'Kane
Character Personality: Kenneth is what some would call an excentric, a man of science in his own words, but as a matter of fact the man is completely out of his mind. Some would label him psychotic or crazy, whereof he assures them he isn't crazy at all, and that they should feel ashamed for suggesting it.

That aside, Kenneth values his own life and that of his minions, prefering to step up to deal with matters himself when things go sour, and they often do. There are a few things which can get on the nerve of Kenneth, some of the things might be implying that his candy and creations taste bad or be second rate, that would more than surely send him into a state of anger from 0& to a 100%. He is unable to accept or even acknowledge other peoples achievements being greater than his own, and he won't have anyone badmouth his tasteful creations or choice of attire. In his world, Kenneth is an artist, a connessiur of fine tastes and a gentleman. He always uses polite words when addressing ladies, but never allows himself to be seduced by one. He is way too occupied with his own schemes on outplaying his competition about who can make the best sweets or chocolate cakes. He will not let any distractions get in the way. Towards men he is polite enough, but may whack them with his cane if they are superhuman and trying to stop him.

Uniform/costume: White-red striped suit, a fully white fedora with a red band on it, red leather shoes, green bowtie and an actual lifesize candycane-cane.
Origin Info/Details: Kenneth was working on a secret recipe to create the ultimate chewing gum that would never lose it's taste, but there was an accident, a mysterious ingridient which shouldn't had been in the mix fell in. Kenneth were closely located to the large pool of mixture, and the chemical reaction caused him to lose his footing and he fell into the mix. Thus The Candycane was born. It didn't take Kenneth long to realize what had happened to him, first horrified but later enthusiastic. He even tasted and smelled great, not only that he could create things out of nothing. Candy! All manner of chocolate! Liquirice! Candycanes! Sour powders! He had become a superbaker. He realized quickly he could use his newfound powers to put his competition out of the market. They were going to get it for calling his sweets too hard or too sour.
Season 1/2 Summary: Kenneth were far too busy with his confections and making his new tastes to care about the world around him.
Hero Type: Brick/Mystic
Power Level: Street level
Powers:

- Sweet anatomy: Kenneth's entire body and all of his attire is made out of a very strong (and sweet smelling, not to mention flavourful) kind of gum like material, however it can also be flexible. Meaning he can take damage in way which would kill normal people, and even other supers and still reform himself as long as there is a piece of him remaining. Being frozen solid prevents this from happening. Also if someone burns or destroys all of his body he will effectively be dead. His physical condition also renders him highly resistant to mental attacks, but also against poisons, disease and illnesses. He also doesn't need to eat, breathe, sleep or drink. Even if he sometimes drinks or washes himself nontheless and claims to be tired.
- Gummy Dum dums: These are golf-ball sized superhard chewing gums that would literally break your jaw and teeth in an attempt to eat them. They make excellent ranged projectiles however and are nearly indestructible.
- Chew Chew's: This is a other kind of gum that Kenneth may create, but it is a soft kind, meant to hinder and hamper whomever unlucky enough finds themselves entangled in it. It is so sticky and strong that even those with superpowers have trouble to get rid of it.
- Sourflour: Kenneth may utilize creating sour powder which could be used as an efficient tear-gas for superpowered enemies.
- Soureales: These are oval shaped sour candies which are so sour they are in fact acid and burn through metal like a hot knife through butter.
- Sweet creation: Kenneth possesses a vast variety of candy-based powers which he can form into creation, a easter bunny made of chocolate? An animated gingerbread servant? An animated explosive pinjata? A salt licorice grenade? The man is creative and is sure to let others know just how great of a genius he is.

Attributes (Select one at each category):

Height: 188cm
Weight: 70kg
Strength: 80 tons, but refuses to use it to lift vehicles or things which make him look not-cool or classy. Sometimes he acts alot weaker than he is.
Mobility: He's fast with swinging his cane and fists, not so much at using his feet however. It's that or he considers running to be not-so-classy looking.
Endurance: Superhuman
Durability: Extraordinary even for a superhuman, at least when it comes to taking physical damage.
Intelligence: Ranges alot
Fighting Skill: Has played golf
Resources:

Owns a factory and has approximately one million dollars, scattered all over his area of operations or in small stashes.
Weaknesses:

- Fire and acid attacks may heavily damage his body (possibly even kill him). Most other types of energy can also be effective against him.
- Being frozen solid will render him unable to do anything, as he has not much body heat to speak of.
- He isn't immune to his own highly acid candies.

Supporting Characters:

- Jessie "Lolly" Chevroulet. One of Kenneth's minions, she is a school-dropout at the age of 22, she has worked with Kenneth prior to his accident as his assistant. She is very loyal to the very unstable man, it almost seems like she gets a adrenaline rush from helping him out and some hints that she might actually be in love with the man.

- Carzadia "Coco" Mendez. Kenneth's other minion, she is 18 years old and a friend of Jessie, she has gotten dragged into a criminal mess but is too excited and too much of a thrillseeker to stop. She assists in minor tasks, generally as a lookout or scout.

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

Yes

Sample Post:

"Light! Chocolate! Action!" A voice echoed across the large factory as the lights slowly turned on, three men found themselves in a precarious situation. Dangling from the ceiling, upside down and attached to some strange pink coloured rope which had been attached around their feet and bodies. Below the three men were some sweet smelling, bubbling pool of hot chocolate. The three men found themselves unable to speak, having had their mouths sealed with some form of candy mixture, their attention turned on each other and then to a figure approaching them from down below. The man walked slowly, and with an elegance some might expect from someone attending a ball or a nobleman's private party. The man was dressed in a white and red striped suit, a green big bowtie, a pair of red leather shoes and with a white fedora. In his right hand he swirled and walked with a cane, a candycane to be exact.

"Congratulations gentlemen! You are the lucky winners of this year's free tour of my sweet factory! Provided by yours truly, The Candycane. Oh and before you worry, I am not going to send you home without having a tax-free giftbag." The man smiled broadly and beckoned behind him, motioning with his left hand to some figures just entering the large and lit factory room.

"Oh and allow me to introduce my fine assistants, the sweet and lovely Lolly. Oh she likes to unwrap all kind of things that one! Oh and directly from the taco-cacao land Mexico, we have the always so richly flavoured Coco! Bet not even nostradamus saw her coming! But luckily for us! You can!" The man gave a big wink to the three men as he pinched the cheeks of his two cohorts. "Now be good girls and give me some suggestions, what should we have for second flavour? Do we want these fine gentlemen in 'Mint Condition' or shall we perhaps go for something abit more spicy? Oh the choices are sometimes driving me insane. Are you in a hurry gentlemen? It almost seems like you have places to be and people to meet?" The man tipped his hat and went closer, holding out his free hand to extend the pink 'ropes' which held the men, sending them down just a little bit.

"Lolly! Why didn't you remind me! I was about to plunge them into the mix already, I have to tell them why exactly I picked them! Well at least people cannot say I lack initiative right? Let see. Coco, will you bring me that notepad over there?" The man beckoned to the dark haired girl wearing a broad skirt of various colours, she soon delivered the notepad he had requested.

"Oh now let see! Ahh yes! Derek Roberts! I believe you said that nothing in life was sweet, at least that was what I heard when you were drinking heavily last night. Well luckily for you, you are going to have a very sweet time from now on! Don't you worry, we may even wrap up today! Allright! Next up! Johann Almeister, a dentist? Did you remember to floss? Dental gone mental? I saw how you accused the ever so humble Kenneth De'Kane of the Sweetdream candy company of being a danger to children because of his sweets! Humbug! Slander! The noble Kenneth De'Kane would never harm his greatest buyers, seeing the children being happy over the fine confectories provided by the skillful, talented and vastly underrated Mr De'Kane. Have you ever truly had a good piece of chocolate Johann? Being such a busy man writing slander in the papers must be a very strainous thing, sometimes you just gotta stop feeling so tied up with work and enjoy the finer things in life. Speaking of which if you look below you, you may soon come to experience! Make sure to open wide allright? Say Ahhhh! Don't worry, not even you can miss this one! Okay, so now let see... how do you pronounce your name. Anushalalalas- That's too long! We'll call you Gandhi! So you thought you could create the best lolipop in the world? WITHOUT SUGAR?! I am getting mad just thinking about it, but truly the madness I might feel is surely nothing to the mad idea you had to make a candy! A sweet without sugar! It's like telling a fish to live on land, or a bird to stop to fly! It's not just maddening! It is also wrong!" The man breathed out heavily as he finished his rant, the finely clad gentleman soon after reached up to adjust his bowtie and hat.

"Any questions?" He gave a wide smile and looked up to his three captives, whose protests and mumblings were muffled by the candy in front of their mouths.

"Don't talk with your mouths full, that's rude and how accidents happen. Oh speaking of accidents, I almost forgot to let you know that I have alerted the local heroes of your sweet-tooth so that your situation isn't completely hopeless, I mean it wouldn't be fun otherwise right? Lolly can you bring my Gumzooka? I get the feeling someone might get into a sticky situation!" He began to chuckle, while reaching for a remote on a nearby table, flicking on the security cameras.

"My bad! I should ofcourse tell you why I am doing all this, it isn't because I am fully selfless. People nowadays have such a mediocre appreciation of artistry, of what truly is great inspirational sweets. Ahh, I remember the fools at the baking class always mocking me!" His face grew grim as he began to mimic some voices.

"Oh look at Ken's cake, it looks like a tractor! It wasn't a tractor at all, it was a harvester! A very finely made one at that! But those ingrates had no idea! Then they said my candy was too hard! Ken can't make good candy? Oh yeah?! I'll showed them! I threw my mix of sour pastilles in their face! You should had seen their faces! They were all over the place really! So many were salty about my accomplishments, they couldn't live with knowing my candy was the better so they cheated! Bribing the judges! Paying off the kids! How is that sportmanlike? It's not! Gentlemen! Do I not look like a man who appreciate sportsmanship? I don't like to gloat, I don't like to taunt my opponents. I just want them to accept that I am the better connessiur. Is that too much to ask for? Oh Lolly, it's okay. Wipe that tear away, I don't want any salty tears in this sweet moment." Kenneth began to swirl with his cane, walking from one end of the room to the other.

"Did you tell them the exact location? I mean, I don't want just the police to show up, those guys have no sense of humor or appreciation of art at all. And all they do is scream and shoot with those firearms of theirs. So violent and uncivilized, all against one... just like on the schoolyard! Why can't they fight like gentlemen? That's why I like that Icon! So sportmanlike! But that attire really leaves much to be desired." Kenneth held up one of his fingers as he walked over to another table, reaching down to pick up a cup of blue monster soda, taking it all down in a single sweeping motion.

"Suuuugaruuuush! Clarity in an instant!" He said with an exclamation, his arms spreading, as he did some half-efforted dancing moves around.

"Ahh! Do you know those chocolate eggs with a toy surprise in them? That they've banned over here? Those are great! I was thinking of making large ones, and put people into them! Imagine the look of a child's face on unwrapping it and seeing one of their favorite celebrities is in it! Brilliant! I know! To be fair I got the idea from Coco when she were- Oh nevermind but it was a great idea I assure you! I mean, why would I lie?" The man gave a sly grin, and twirled a mustache that wasn't even there, his movement going from erratic to slow and calculated as he almost slithered over to a lever. "Oh they better be here soon, or daddy is gonna get slightly workoholic tendencies!" He exclaimed, while Coco returned to the room, having briefly left it.

"Sir, it would seem like there's a problem. We are being inva-" The girl was firmly interupted midsentence by the colourful man.

"Problem? Oh no no, that won't do. But what could possibly be causing us a problem right now? Is it mother? I've told her not to call me at work! I am a very busy man!" The red-white suited man exclaimed and raised both his hands into the air dramatically.

"It's aliens, sir!" Coco replied with widened eyes.

"Whaaat? Aliens? Really? Well why didn't you say so?! We can't let them be directed to some second-rate artist or bakery, I shall bring my newest and grandest creations just yet. Lolly! Coco! Let's get to work shall we? Oh and you fine people? Just hang in there, I won't be long." The man smiled, tipping his hat, spinning around on his feet and twirling his cane before finally starting to stroll out of the room, whistling 'The flight of the valkyries'.

Avalia

Carneylus

Carneylus Creznek ⋆ 27 ⋆ Male ⋆ Demi-human (Bat-person)

Theme:

His theme

youtube.com/watch?v=7w1oE6XCdpw

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Appearance

Height:
188

Weight:
70

Hair Color:
Black

Eye Color:
Brown

Skin Tone:
Pale and scar ridden, although nothing major.

Brief Clothes Description:
Red overcoat, white shirt, black pants and dark brown boots, sometimes also with a red cloak. He also carries two pairs of visors on his person with darkened glass on them, to ward off light as good as he can. But it does not completely nullify it's effects. He owns a coloured set of armor, but using it hampers his movement with his wings abit so he prefers to wear only cloth of various kind.

Brave ⋆ Generous ⋆ Supportive ⋆ Emotional

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Psychology

Likes:
⋆ Music
⋆ The stars
⋆ Roses

Dislikes:
⋆ Himself
⋆ Aklenroth
⋆ People of evil intent

Fears:
⋆ Being unable to help a friend in need
⋆ Losing his precious memories
⋆ Dying without being able to help anyone at all

Sexuality:
Heterosexual

Personality:

⋆ Carneylus may appear as an open and talkative person, yet at the same time there's alot of things he keeps to himself.
⋆ He is very selfless, but he always considers what action will have the best results. Thus he may reconsider things which are too reckless.
⋆ He is kind to those who are kind in turn, not just to him but to others. He does not hold back if there is someone doing unkind things. Engaging them in verbal or somatic action.
⋆ Carneylus will not allow a companion of his to fall in battle as long as he has a say in it, yet he is not reckless enough to not guard himself from a potential lethal blow, even in situations where he is feeling pressured.

⋆ To most people he is calm as still water, but if someone does something which he clearly disagrees with then his temper will flare up. Not to the point of him losing his concentration and focus however.
⋆ Generally very patient, unless there comes a moment where quick decisions need to be made, usually when a life needs to be saved.
⋆ He is very brave.
⋆ Very few things can make him nervous or anxious.
⋆ His reactionspeed is good, his movement is fluid enough in his attire to allow him to take plenty of actions when required.

⋆ Whilst intelligent enough, he does not possess a genius intellect or be a master strategist. He is however intelligent enough to not get baited and lured, most of the times anyways.
⋆ The idea of manipulating other people he finds appaling and something one should be ashamed for even thinking of. He is however charismatic, getting attention whenever he speaks up to give his input or hold a speech. He also has the physique and looks that would make most consider his appeal to be nearly divine.
⋆ While he may laugh at jokes and even crack a few himself, the man often become reminded of past events which tend to make his mood more serious.
⋆ Carneylus is not insane.
⋆ He is very conservative about his stamina and usually takes the option which requires the least amount of effort but the biggest yield. That aside the man has a vast amount of stamina and endurance.

Peace ⋆ Pain ⋆ Resolve

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Background

Occupation
Underground swordsman and smuggler

Living Immediate Family Members:
Father (Living in the flower fairy kingdom)

Dead Immediate Family Members:
Mother (Deceased)

Current Companions:
Valaeon

Current and Past Lover(s):
None

Are you a loner or with a group? Have you always been in this place?:
He is usually with a group or at least one other person.

History

Carneylus was born in an elven village, his mother lived in a small house there and his father was a travelling merchant which seldom were at home as a result. Life as he came to know it was a mixture of good and bad things, the good things were to listen to music, to see the beauty of nature and the lights far up into the vast and dark skies at night.The bad things were having to deal with the local elven population which became more and more irritated and annoyed with their predicament following their lost war against Aklenroth. There were no lack of scapegoats for their failure, and one of them was Carneylus, but there were others far worse off.

A childhood friend of his, a winged demi-human girl of the angelic kind had things far worse, having to live a life of servitude to the people which despised her. Carneylus befriended this girl when he was but a young boy, he brought her flowers and things from the outside world, things which she was not allowed to look at or venture out to explore. In return he got to taste some of the pastries of the elven folk and leftover food. His own mother was also not immune to the judgemental nature of the elves, as she was called a beast and accursed and were seldom seen outdoors because of it.

Then things took a turn for the worse, as the governor of the light elves, Terneus Andros spewed his propaganda of demi-human spies and thieves infesting the elven lands, how they were a plague that had to be contained. Thus he put up guards to stop any demi-human trader for passing through the villages without paying a severe and overly expensive tax, which most could not pay. Carneylus father was one of those who could not afford to pay the tax and was thus unable to return to his home, the regulations forced him out of the area and towards the flower kingdom of the fairies. More as time passed the elves became more and more hostile towards his kind, many demi-humans were forced to leave the area. Some even vanished without a trace, some even spoke of elven assassins killing them in cold blood. Yet these rumors were scoffed at by the elves themselves as 'dirtbreed propaganda'.

His friend, the girl who had been more or less enslaved by the elves one day decided to flee from them, whereof they began to chase her down, Carneylus was still but a young boy then but he was angered by their behaviour and tried to stop them to little avail. A slap across the face, a kick to the stomach and then being left behind was the treatment he received. With one elf placing his boot on his back pressing him down, forcing him to watch as they tortured his friend. Then left her for dead and dragged him back to the village and threw him to his mother. His mother nursed him back to health, but her own health became worse soon after having received a gift of fruit from an unknown sender. Carneylus didn't want to eat the fruit as he prefered fetching fish in the nearby stream at night. When it was less elves outside to see him poaching.

Carneylus mother passed away a day after having eaten the fruit and the boy decided he had to leave the place, whereof the elves were happy to kick him out if he didn't fly off fast enough. He never forgot about his friend neither, hoping she survived the severe beating and torture the elves put her through. Yet all his searches were for naught, she was never heard or seen from again. Time after this the elven village itself was destroyed he heard, by then he had gone to Roshmi and was living there as a street urchin, gradually rising his living standard and finding himself learning swordfighting from an old soldier, then from capable warriors and lastly a famed but soon to be retired gladiator of the Roshmi arena.

He lived there for ten years, ten years he spent to survive and become stronger. Feeling determined to never ever allow a friend to suffer because of his weakness, to never again let himself or others be oppressed by those claiming to have the right to do so. The young but now more adept man left Roshmi after those ten years, he ventured north to a place more reclused and closer to the water and nature itself. The bustling city life wasn't his thing, even if he was well received by the demi-humans in the place. The dark elves were almost as bad as the light elves, which in turn was an indicator for him to leave. Demi-humans with talent, unless protected by influencial people could possibly fall into the hands of Aklenroth's servants and dragged to Daka for who knows what dark fate.

It wasn't as if he was afraid of dying, but more like dying in vain, not being able to do anything at all for anyone. He spent the remainder of his ten years in a small port town and soon attracted a small underground crowd of people, some of them being capable fighters and smugglers. It was both a way of living and a way for him to remain unknown to most of the outside world, honing his skills as a swordsman along others seeking to do the same, wereof their reasons were honorable, for revenge or a sense of duty. All were welcome to learn. The smuggling operations were helpful in bringing supplies in and out of the land unaware to the lich king and the elven lords, and even helping escaped slaves and 'traitors' to flee to the far west. It was only when he he met Valaeon, where he knew he had found a good partner to train with for what was looming ahead.

The fire lit in Roshmi city, the rebellion coming alive under the leadership of Risa Millinia against the tyrannical king Aklenroth. If he wanted to make a change for good, this moment was what he had trained for. Would it be enough? Time would tell.

Special Abilities:

- Wings (Bone and leathery wings, the bone has been subject to blunt force trauma over a long period of time and is harder than on most bat-people as a result.
- Sharp teeth (may drink blood too!)
- Sharp nails (Makeshift weapon)
- Blood thinning saliva (If a wound is infected it will bleed much more than normal)
- Echolocation (He may detect physical things mid-flight, hidden enemies and even those hiding via invisibility. Etc.)
- Keen senses overall (Eyesight in darkness is better, while in light it gets worse)

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Physical Strengths:
⋆ Physical powerhouse (He is physically powerful, capable of delivering and taking powerful punches or weapon attacks)
⋆ Master of the sword and hand (Unlike many warriors in Avalia, Carneylus is only trained in one way of fighting, which involves using a blade in single hand and his other hand for utility purposes, which may be grapples, punches, throwing darts or using a cloak to attempt to distract any opponent. He mostly uses a sabre or scimitar for battle)
⋆ Berserker bloodlust (Able to give himself a temporary physical boost, his movement becomes more instinctual than calculating.)

Physical Weaknesses:
⋆ Light magic may render his vision severely impaired if not wearing his visors. Normal light from the sun or items may also impair his vision, though the degree varies depending on the time. Note that light magic does not inflict more damage to him however.
⋆ Sonic attacks. Due to his keen hearing he may have severe trouble against sonic attacks.
⋆ Cannot manuever too well in water, tunnels or narrow passages due to his wings becoming a hinderance. Very strong wind could also pose a problem.

Species of Demi-Human
Bat-person

Best Ability from Beast Side:
Echolocation

Gundam Multiverse - Those Who Correct - Based off Dynasty Warriors Gundam Series

Will have to postpone my sheet for a day, sorry. If you cannot wait for me go right ahead heh.

Gundam Multiverse - Those Who Correct - Based off Dynasty Warriors Gundam Series

Yeah, I am I will see about making my sheet tomorrow. Was working 24 hour shift yesterday so didn't have the time.

Create-A-Hero: A Superhero RPG Season 3- Shattered Dimensions

Verge

The man with all the time in the world.

Location: Pacific Point (Los Angeles), California.

It was with a mixture of disgust, irritation and oddly enough also intrigue that had his two eyes gaze down at the city below, searching for what had caused the massive and most impressive barrier. Whatever it was, it could pose a threat to his future plans of liberating the earth. Then the barrier gave in, or at least a part of it, or had someone simply lowered it partly? The young man hovered down closer towards the streets below, down there stood a figure which could very well had been the creator of that barrier. His next move was cut short however by a sound from above, the young man's attention fell upon the sky. Verge's eyes widened to what he saw. A large construct in the sky, no a spaceship of some kind.

'What that? It couldn't be? Aliens? So you do exist after all?' He blinked his eyes, as if trying to make sure that what he saw was truly as it seemed. The young man braced himself, thinking of his next choice of action. Below were a city filled with disgusting human beings who deserved nothing more than to be destroyed, but up in the sky was a seemingly invasive species. An external, no an extraterrestial threat to not only humankind, but to the very earth and those like him. There was no way he was going to let these things colonize, perverse or destroy the earth, it was likely them who caused the massive wave of water. He had been given the gift, and this was a sign from the higher powers that it was time to begin to work. His first ever sentient kill would be of a creature from a different world. The large construct became more and more revealed, it's massive size casting a dark shadow on the nearby area. Then out from it came a swarm of smaller ships, they were like ants spawning out of an anthill ready to defend their queen. Or maybe more akin to a beehive? Very big, angry and armored bees which were able to shoot some form of energy to boot.

The figure on the ground had noticed them aswell and decided to attack them, as a gigantic beam of energy travelled across the sky from his direction, cutting through a large number of the approaching smaller ships. Soon after he heard the voice from below, like a clarion call. Urging him to help them. Help the humans? Fighting these aliens? It was like fighting for one minor evil to deal with a major one, but it didn't sit overly well with the young man. As both ought to be destroyed. Perhaps he could utilitze the size of that mothership to have it crash right down into the city? It would be worth a try.

'Such immense power that one has, I must inspect it later, it may prove useful... but for now wretched invaders first.' He thought to himself. "Fight them off? I am going to exterminate them!" He gave the figure below a slight nod before quickly dashing up into the air. Verge found himself gathering his powers in on himself, using his powers of earth and geokinesis to create hovering shimmering crystals the size of handballs, several hundreds of them into the air around him, hovering in the air before he finally motioned them all towards the remaining smaller ships and the mothership in the distance beyond, shooting them in a large field with just a few metres apart from oneanother. Just after having flung them forth, the young man gathered his focus and remembered his training, a large number of orbs of sheer light would begin to pop up around him, like will'o' wisps before they darted off in different attack patterns forth towards the crystal field and the incoming invaders.

'Smash them all to dust! Go!' The orbs shot themselves into the various crystals they connected with further ahead, due to the orbs higher speed they caught up with ease, what soon followed were a massive display of glimmering light across the sky as the orbs turned into beams from colliding with the crystals which acted like prisms, bouncing from one crystal and to the next and all around into the air. The incoming ships did evasive manuevers to evade the incoming barrage of light that now was filling up the sky as a large net of lasers. As the beams collided with the ships, some took a few hits before tumbling down towards the earth, others were split in two, and some even crashed into the crystals which caused the crystal to bounce off against their armor into a new beam of light.

"Only gods are allowed to tread the high heavens! Die you disgusting abominations of space!" Verge yelled aloud as he dashed forwards in the air, his wings clearly visible more now as he was using his powers, he was now intending on going headfirst into the remaining ships or possibly even his own field of shimmering beams of light.

Avalia

I don't drink... wine

Carneylus Creznek ⋆ 27 ⋆ Male ⋆ Demi-human (Bat-person)

Theme:

His theme

youtube.com/watch?v=7w1oE6XCdpw

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Appearance

Height:
188

Weight:
70

Hair Color:
Black

Eye Color:
Brown

Skin Tone:
Pale and scar ridden, although nothing major.

Brief Clothes Description:
Red overcoat, white shirt, black pants and dark brown boots, sometimes also with a red cloak. He also carries two pairs of visors on his person with darkened glass on them, to ward off light as good as he can. But it does not completely nullify it's effects. He owns a coloured set of armor, but using it hampers his movement with his wings abit so he prefers to wear only cloth of various kind.

Brave ⋆ Generous ⋆ Supportive ⋆ Emotional

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Psychology

Likes:
⋆ Music
⋆ The stars
⋆ Roses

Dislikes:
⋆ Himself
⋆ Aklenroth
⋆ People of evil intent

Fears:
⋆ Being unable to help a friend in need
⋆ Losing his precious memories
⋆ Dying without being able to help anyone at all

Sexuality:
Heterosexual

Personality:

⋆ Carneylus may appear as an open and talkative person, yet at the same time there's alot of things he keeps to himself.
⋆ He is very selfless, but he always considers what action will have the best results. Thus he may reconsider things which are too reckless.
⋆ He is kind to those who are kind in turn, not just to him but to others. He does not hold back if there is someone doing unkind things. Engaging them in verbal or somatic action.
⋆ Carneylus will not allow a companion of his to fall in battle as long as he has a say in it, yet he is not reckless enough to not guard himself from a potential lethal blow, even in situations where he is feeling pressured.

⋆ To most people he is calm as still water, but if someone does something which he clearly disagrees with then his temper will flare up. Not to the point of him losing his concentration and focus however.
⋆ Generally very patient, unless there comes a moment where quick decisions need to be made, usually when a life needs to be saved.
⋆ He is very brave.
⋆ Very few things can make him nervous or anxious.
⋆ His reactionspeed is good, his movement is fluid enough in his attire to allow him to take plenty of actions when required.

⋆ Whilst intelligent enough, he does not possess a genius intellect or be a master strategist. He is however intelligent enough to not get baited and lured, most of the times anyways.
⋆ The idea of manipulating other people he finds appaling and something one should be ashamed for even thinking of. He is however charismatic, getting attention whenever he speaks up to give his input or hold a speech. He also has the physique and looks that would make most consider his appeal to be nearly divine.
⋆ While he may laugh at jokes and even crack a few himself, the man often become reminded of past events which tend to make his mood more serious.
⋆ Carneylus is not insane.
⋆ He is very conservative about his stamina and usually takes the option which requires the least amount of effort but the biggest yield. That aside the man has a vast amount of stamina and endurance.

Peace ⋆ Pain ⋆ Resolve

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Background

Occupation
Underground swordsman and smuggler

Living Immediate Family Members:
Father (Living in the flower fairy kingdom)

Dead Immediate Family Members:
Mother (Deceased)

Current Companions:
Valaeon

Current and Past Lover(s):
None

Are you a loner or with a group? Have you always been in this place?:
He is usually with a group or at least one other person.

History

Carneylus was born in an elven village, his mother lived in a small house there and his father was a travelling merchant which seldom were at home as a result. Life as he came to know it was a mixture of good and bad things, the good things were to listen to music, to see the beauty of nature and the lights far up into the vast and dark skies at night.The bad things were having to deal with the local elven population which became more and more irritated and annoyed with their predicament following their lost war against Aklenroth. There were no lack of scapegoats for their failure, and one of them was Carneylus, but there were others far worse off.

A childhood friend of his, a winged demi-human girl of the angelic kind had things far worse, having to live a life of servitude to the people which despised her. Carneylus befriended this girl when he was but a young boy, he brought her flowers and things from the outside world, things which she was not allowed to look at or venture out to explore. In return he got to taste some of the pastries of the elven folk and leftover food. His own mother was also not immune to the judgemental nature of the elves, as she was called a beast and accursed and were seldom seen outdoors because of it.

Then things took a turn for the worse, as the governor of the light elves, Terneus Andros spewed his propaganda of demi-human spies and thieves infesting the elven lands, how they were a plague that had to be contained. Thus he put up guards to stop any demi-human trader for passing through the villages without paying a severe and overly expensive tax, which most could not pay. Carneylus father was one of those who could not afford to pay the tax and was thus unable to return to his home, the regulations forced him out of the area and towards the flower kingdom of the fairies. More as time passed the elves became more and more hostile towards his kind, many demi-humans were forced to leave the area. Some even vanished without a trace, some even spoke of elven assassins killing them in cold blood. Yet these rumors were scoffed at by the elves themselves as 'dirtbreed propaganda'.

His friend, the girl who had been more or less enslaved by the elves one day decided to flee from them, whereof they began to chase her down, Carneylus was still but a young boy then but he was angered by their behaviour and tried to stop them to little avail. A slap across the face, a kick to the stomach and then being left behind was the treatment he received. With one elf placing his boot on his back pressing him down, forcing him to watch as they tortured his friend. Then left her for dead and dragged him back to the village and threw him to his mother. His mother nursed him back to health, but her own health became worse soon after having received a gift of fruit from an unknown sender. Carneylus didn't want to eat the fruit as he prefered fetching fish in the nearby stream at night. When it was less elves outside to see him poaching.

Carneylus mother passed away a day after having eaten the fruit and the boy decided he had to leave the place, whereof the elves were happy to kick him out if he didn't fly off fast enough. He never forgot about his friend neither, hoping she survived the severe beating and torture the elves put her through. Yet all his searches were for naught, she was never heard or seen from again. Time after this the elven village itself was destroyed he heard, by then he had gone to Roshmi and was living there as a street urchin, gradually rising his living standard and finding himself learning swordfighting from an old soldier, then from capable warriors and lastly a famed but soon to be retired gladiator of the Roshmi arena.

He lived there for ten years, ten years he spent to survive and become stronger. Feeling determined to never ever allow a friend to suffer because of his weakness, to never again let himself or others be oppressed by those claiming to have the right to do so. The young but now more adept man left Roshmi after those ten years, he ventured north to a place more reclused and closer to the water and nature itself. The bustling city life wasn't his thing, even if he was well received by the demi-humans in the place. The dark elves were almost as bad as the light elves, which in turn was an indicator for him to leave. Demi-humans with talent, unless protected by influencial people could possibly fall into the hands of Aklenroth's servants and dragged to Daka for who knows what dark fate.

It wasn't as if he was afraid of dying, but more like dying in vain, not being able to do anything at all for anyone. He spent the remainder of his ten years in a small port town and soon attracted a small underground crowd of people, some of them being capable fighters and smugglers. It was both a way of living and a way for him to remain unknown to most of the outside world, honing his skills as a swordsman along others seeking to do the same, wereof their reasons were honorable, for revenge or a sense of duty. All were welcome to learn. The smuggling operations were helpful in bringing supplies in and out of the land unaware to the lich king and the elven lords, and even helping escaped slaves and 'traitors' to flee to the far west. It was only when he he met Valaeon, where he knew he had found a good partner to train with for what was looming ahead.

The fire lit in Roshmi city, the rebellion coming alive under the leadership of Risa Millinia against the tyrannical king Aklenroth. If he wanted to make a change for good, this moment was what he had trained for. Would it be enough? Time would tell.

Special Abilities:

- Wings (Bone and leathery wings, the bone has been subject to blunt force trauma over a long period of time and is harder than on most bat-people as a result.
- Sharp teeth (may drink blood too!)
- Sharp nails (Makeshift weapon)
- Blood thinning saliva (If a wound is infected it will bleed much more than normal)
- Echolocation (He may detect physical things mid-flight, hidden enemies and even those hiding via invisibility. Etc.)
- Keen senses overall (Eyesight in darkness is better, while in light it gets worse)

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Physical Strengths:
⋆ Physical powerhouse (He is physically powerful, capable of delivering and taking powerful punches or weapon attacks)
⋆ Master of the sword and hand (Unlike many warriors in Avalia, Carneylus is only trained in one way of fighting, which involves using a blade in single hand and his other hand for utility purposes, which may be grapples, punches, throwing darts or using a cloak to attempt to distract any opponent. He mostly uses a sabre or scimitar for battle)
⋆ Berserker bloodlust (Able to give himself a temporary physical boost, his movement becomes more instinctual than calculating.)

Physical Weaknesses:
⋆ Light magic may render his vision severely impaired if not wearing his visors. Normal light from the sun or items may also impair his vision, though the degree varies depending on the time. Note that light magic does not inflict more damage to him however.
⋆ Sonic attacks. Due to his keen hearing he may have severe trouble against sonic attacks.
⋆ Cannot manuever too well in water, tunnels or narrow passages due to his wings becoming a hinderance. Very strong wind could also pose a problem.

Species of Demi-Human
Bat-person

Best Ability from Beast Side:
Echolocation

Gundam Multiverse - Those Who Correct - Based off Dynasty Warriors Gundam Series

Chaos, launching! For the preservation of our pure and blue world!

I'm interested.

Avalia

Baraian Paladice

The dark elf looked over those in his company, Kuroi, Ayita and Torvi. Baraian's face was dripping with sweat, there was a clear tension on his face. It was important to leave the city as quickly as they could, before the dark elven guards could apprehend them for questioning. If there was even going to be such a thing. Perhaps his heritage could get them out of such a situation, yet a perhaps was not comforting enough. They had to leave for the north, find refuge at one of the port towns north of Roshmi. That was their best bet, from there they could plan their next move.

"My vulpine friend. We best keep moving, things are going to get alot worse before it gets any good. Let's move northwards shall we? We must regroup with other survivors. The king's men will search every corner of the city, including the slums, we best be swift and cautious. They will find every hiding place there is in this city even the haven. But the members have most surely withdrawn from there in advance. Right now we need to focus our efforts where most needed. With the fairy princess and our leader." Baraian spoke in his monotone voice as he was moving with hastily steps, he was eager to get out of the city. The more rebels that could evade the king the better.

"Proper introductions will have to wait. I am Baraian." He said in a stressed voice, his face displaying that he was likely running all manner of scenarios and calculations in his head.