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Titans of Gotham [Spots Available!]

Alrighty, @The Kid Lantern, I've finished my sheet.

Titans of Gotham [Spots Available!]

Meta Detection, ie, the super power of stating the obvious. Guys, I totally sense that Superman can, stay with me on this, fly! No seriously, he can fly! I can sense that about him! What do mean, you can all see for yourselves that he's flying right there in front of us? No really, I sense it, guys!

Sorry, couldn't resist. xD

@Double

haha. Well I was thinking more like, walking down the street, seeing Clark Kent and being like "oh shit, that guy can fly, he's really strong, and he's got laser vision. He's got powers like Superman... Maybe he is Superman?"

Titans of Gotham [Spots Available!]

Work in progress.

Secret ID: Lucas Gatehouse
Alias:
Age: 17
Home Location: Gotham
Powers:
-Meta Detection: Lucas sees an 'aura' around everyone, which can tell him a thing or two about their powers. At the moment, he can only see the more overt powers. For example, he could tell you Superman flies, shoots lasers, and has super strength, but he wouldn't be able to tell you about the minor hypnotism abilities the man of steel has.

-Meta Duplication: If he can achieve skin-to-skin contact with another meta human, he can duplicate their ability. He isn't very good with it, however. This duplication is a total duplication, and Lucas will be able to do everything the other person can do, except, his body tends to be rather inefficient with the power, meaning he'll be drained of energy much quicker than the original user if they were using their own power. Additionally, he is typically unskilled with the power, unless, again, he's hung onto it for a long time. Lastly, he can only hold one ability at a time.

-Enhanced Human Attributes: He is stronger and faster than the average human. He is beyond human capability, but not by too much. He can run at thirty miles an hour, and if he really sprints he can get up to fifty. He can lift up to around 750 lbs(a real guy has lifted more, much more) if he strains himself, and can deal out harder hits than an average person would be able to. Additionally, his reaction time has been increased to a phenomenal 20 miliseconds due to having significantly more synapses in his brain than the average person.

Weaknesses:
-Attempting to copy a power that is too powerful will give him a seizure, or, in more extreme cases, a brain aneurysm.
-He can't copy any magic-based powers.
-He can't see the power auras through TV or images. He's gotta see the real deal.
-Bullets. Sharp objects. Blunt force trauma. Anything that would kill a normal man would kill him.
-Electricity can hurt him really bad. He has more synapses in his brain than the rest of us, and has more electricity flowing through him at any given time. If that balance were upset, it'd hurt. Even little bits of static electricity can give him migraines.

Equipment:
-Two Eskrima sticks, which he has basically no skill with.
-A combat knife, mostly for utility reasons, but he does have the ability to use it in a fight.
-Grappling Hook
-Two smoke grenades, one flashbang
-some bolt cutters and a swiss army knife
-a flashlight

Appearance:

Hider

Lucas has a slightly better than average body type, of an average height for his age, although he's much more muscled than is the standard for people of his age, having the body of a dancer or acrobat. He's a caucasian individual, of welsh and irish decent, though he lacks the freckles that are commonplace among the irish. He has a large, friendly smile and very bright blue eyes. he's got short, very dark brown hair. In terms of clothing, comfort is his first priority, and he'll often wear hoodies and t-shirts. He likes shorts(they're comfy, and easy to wear!) but he does occasionally wear jeans.

In costume, he has a pair of black, rubber-soled, steel toe boots that make him appear perhaps an inch taller, as well as dark pants made of a tough material, with stab plates and padding inside. His costume features a composite underlayer that is somewhat similar to thermal underwear, keeping him warm and comfortable. Outside of this he wears his utility belt, within which is all the knick-knacks given to him by The Bat. Over this he has a long, flowing black coat that is comprised of kevlar, padding, and stab plates, allowing him to protect himself from injury to a certain degree. Finally, he wears a white mask that was very distantly inspired by the Comedy/Tragedy masks, though as opposed to a grin or frown he chose to draw on a thin lipped smile. The lightning bolt that is pictured is not actually on the costume. Lastly, he wears a wig when in costume as well, to further conceal his identity, as his mask does not cover his whole head.

Personality:
As a teenager with superpowers, Lucas thinks life is pretty great, man. While not strictly an optimist he can be quite optimistic, and typically has a smile on his face. He's also quite friendly, although not to the point where he's the kid who's friends with everyone. Despite this, he can get annoyed quite easily, and once he decides he does not like someone, that decision is very hard to shake. Generally he's hardhead, but he does have mutable opinions on a few things.
Lucas is a boy who likes to prove that he can do something- He has a want inside him to show that he doesn't need help. This is not to say he does not acknowledge the need for help when necessary- But even when acknowledging he needs help, he tries to do it himself anyway.
In terms of sense of humor, Lucas' favorite is dry wit and sarcasm, though he isn't the best at sarcasm himself. Lucas is sensitive to the plights and problems of others, but then often has trouble thinking about what needs to be done to actually help them- sometimes he just exacerbates the situation.

Password: Gnarkk

BRIEF Bio:
Lucas Gatehouse has lived in Gotham all his life, born to a mildly eccentric father whom was a small time movie star, and a mother who was an economist that had the demeanor of Gregory House.
They lived in a modestly sized apartment within Gotham, carefully picked to be just outside the realm of the truly terrible neighborhoods. Lucas doesn't have any particularly strong memories of the place, as it's always been a "place to put his stuff" as opposed to a location that has meaning to him. As a boy he didn't have many friends largely due to little opportunity to go out and meet them- His father worked with a very young crowd that didn't have any children that he could be introduced to, and his mother worked with people that would rather shit bricks then waste time on something that wasn't money.
But life went on, and he went to school, eventually becoming associated with "the weird kids" whom would later evolve into "the theater kids", though his social circle would eventually be much more encompassing in the future. It was in middle school that he first discovered his ability, he saw a girl in his class with the aura around her, and when he shook her hand as part of a 'get to know you' exercise, he had his first seizure due to his body not being ready to accept all but the weakest of powers at the point.
It was at this point his mother and father began fighting, due to gradually rising money problems due to his father's inability to get another role in a production, and Lucas' apparent health issue with the seizures they now had to deal with. To escape from home troubles Lucas immersed himself in the theater and became a part of many school theatrical productions, becoming quite a good actor.
The more he acted, the more and more he watched the television to get' inspiration' for his roles. But as he watched TV he became drawn to the exploits of superheroes on the news, the bright costumes reminding him of his lovely time in Theater class. The seed of an idea formed in his head- He could be a superhero.
It was shortly after he'd resolved on the idea of becoming a superhero that he got the call from Robin, and went to meet with him and the others.

Notes: He swears profusely, mostly because he has reached a point where such language no longer has any sort of 'weight' to it, but he's trying to get a handle on it. Also, please forgive the terrible history, I'm very tired and I wanted to get it over with.

Sample Post:

"I would kill for a few molotov cocktails, a machine gun with limitless ammunition, and... Aw, hell, why not an Apache Attack Helicopter too?" Lucas was attempting to think of ways this situation could be better. Like, if Robin had thought to invite Batman. That probably would've helping.
A Multiplex clones' fist slammed into Lucas' mask, sending him stumbling.
"You son-of-a-bitch. Do you know how long this mask took to make?" Lucas pulled out his knife, making big, awkward slashes at the clone. It wasn't connecting due to Lucas' lack of skill, but it was keeping the clone at bad, while it clearly tried to search for some kind of opportunity to ruin Lucas's day and probably the health of his bones as well.
"Like, a couple hours, dude. You almost broke it. Not nice." As Lucas finished his sentence, the Multiplex clone spotted an opening and went for a punch. Lucas stepped out of the way, slashing with his knife and making a huge gap in the Multiplex costume.
"Aw, hell yeah." Lucas smiled under his mask. This fight would be getting a whole lot easier. The Multiplex clone through another punch and Lucas stepped back, kicking out hard with his foot, sending the clone sprawling.
"C'mere, you bastard." Lucas jumped on top of the clone, wrenching off his glove and shoving it into the hole in the Multiplex costume, while the clone struggled, legs flailing and arms attempting to push Lucas off, blows that suffered from lack of movement range attempting to pound into Lucas' chest.
"We win." Lucas said, grinning wider. He envisioned Multiplex's aura of power flowing into his own, combining with it, melding with him...
Nothing. Nothing was happening. A fist smashed into the side of his head, causing a spiderweb of cracks on the lower left portion of the somewhat delicate mask, sending Lucas rolling a meter.
"What happened...?" Lucas' daxed brain attempted to understand why the hell he couldn't copy Multiplex's power. He willed himself to see the arua of the clones, fighting all around him, and the one he had tackled got up.
"They all have the aura... Oh, eff-me. I gotta figure out which one of them is the original." The thought hit him like a bus, as the clone got closer, walking slowly. It looked as though Lucas maybe have broken one of its ribs, staggering, one arm pressed into it's side, the other outstretched towards Lucas.
He got back on his feet, prepared to fight, shouting "I'm gonna knock you down on your ass again, and when I do-" when suddenly-
"BANG! BANG! BANG!" The noise tore through the air. Not long after that, the silence returned to the still night air, and the fight was over. The villains were gone. The teen heroes either looked down, or stared at the boy wonder. A hero was now nothing more than a corpse. Lucas tried to swallow the lump in his throat, looking at the broken, beaten body, still dressed in the cheery colors of Robin. It didn't feel like the thing lying where was Robin... It felt like it was a stranger in a Robin suit. Like it couldn't be happening. That the busted lips and the shattered arms bent at unnatural angles and the red-rimmed bullet holes on the forehead just couldn't be happening. But it was.

Titans of Gotham iCheck

I would hope it's not too late to cram in a work in progress submission.

Secret ID: Mark Reeves
Alias: Dynamo
Age: 17
Home Location: Gotham City
Powers:
Kinetic Energy Absorption, Control, and Redirection:
Kinetic energy is one of the most fundamental aspects of our universe- To control, absorb, and redirect it without limit is what it means to become a god. Suns could be extinguished with a thought, any sort of attack could be absorbed, and the entire universe could go into imbalance due to the violation of the conservation of energy- It is not meant to be stored like that. It could mean the end of the universe as we know it.

At least, that's what Mark has been told. He, sadly, does not have the ability to become a God-being of universe-shattering proportions and he is not "am become death". He is simply a kid from Gotham with a pretty neat power. Barring the extremely unlikely event that an extremely powerful telepath(by extremely powerful, I mean, Martian Manhunter wouldn't even be a nth of the aforementioned telepaths power) with a death wish came along and removed the blocks preventing Mark from accessing his power.(Not to say such a thing would happen over the course of this RP, but I do enjoy mentioned the sheer awesome destructive power of totally kickass kinetic energy. Plus, the original version of this character used in another RP was god level. So, yeah. I also write this to denote how ludicrously out of control such a power can get- I am aware, and will keep it in check. i do intend to make him grow in power through the RP, but, again, not to utter ridiculousness. I also understand tht the limits I'm imposing on this power for myself may be difficult to understand, and if necessary, I can certainly explain them in further detail.)

Mark only has a very rudimentary grasp on his power, and all but a fraction of his potential is locked behind enough mental blocks to make Fort Knox look like a bouncy house, and to make even Martian Manhunter wet himself. But, in terms of actual applications, Marks power has a few useful applications that make him quite the vector to deal with.

Energy Absorption- The bread and butter of his power, Mark constantly leeches kinetic energy to give himself fuel to use his ability. This expands to things such as electricity and fire. But, a caveat to this is that he can't absorb too little or too much. The mechanism by which he absorbs the energy is a very delicate thing- Too little, such as the force generated from just sort of walking around, and his body's systems just aren't efficient enough to process it. Too much, and his system would be overloaded, and he'd take whatever force is connection with him like a normal human. Additionally, his body can only store so much energy at any given time. An example of too much energy would be a bullet hitting him, or a punch from a superstrong adversary. He could soften such blows to non-lethal levels, but it'd still hurt like a bitch. Also, the degree to which he can soften such blows sometimes isn't sufficient. Bullets of sufficient caliber, a la anti-material sniper rifle would probably blow his head open just like anybody else.

Blasts- He can redirect this energy into blasts, fired from his hands. These blasts can only use a portion of his 'power battery' at a given time, so he couldn't let it all go in an all or nothing shot. The maximum force he's exhibited is enough to send a normal person flying about three meters.

Super Strength- Through application of his energy up through his arms, legs, muscles, and skeletal structure, he can lift weights and deliver blows impossible for a normal human. This function constantly drains his energy, however, and is one of the larger drains of his power.

Superspeed- Using his energy, he can propel himself forward at speeds unattainable for normals. Of course, this speed is leagues below any user of the speedforce's ability, such as Kid Flash, but it is notable, he can probably clock in at about eight MPH. This is a very inefficient use of power, however, and it drains him reasonably quickly.

Durability- Since everything has an equal and opposite reaction, he can enhance his own ability by applying kinetic force outward, dampening blows dealt to him. This power is also a large waste of energy, and blows of sufficient power(i.e. bullets) would damage him.

Hetero Energetic Manipulation- Hetero, meaning other, he can sometimes adjust the energy of other things, within a range of ten feet in all directions. For example, without firing a blast, he could give a thrown basketball a little extra 'oomph', or guide is through the air with very tiny bursts of energy. Theoretically he could also use this power to enhance the blows of his allies by lending tier hits extra kinetic force. He can also use this to protect his allies by taking away tiny bits of force from his enemies attacks. He could also theoretically use this to allow him to stick to walls by using a small bit of energy to make the wall 'pull' on him.

Flight- A horrifically inefficient use of power, he can attain flight or levitation. Even on full battery, however, this would last at most thirty seconds, not topping speeds of twenty miles per hour.

Healing- His healing is the least developed of his abilities, and requires a ludicrous amount of energy. At full battery strength, at most, he could probably fix a broken arm due to the terribly inefficient usage of energy from this power application.

Weaknesses:
Mark is extremely averse to telepaths, because after a rather unfortunate encounter in his youth with one. Additionally, he has absolutely no mental defenses to keep them from picking around in his brain, aside from 99.99999999999999% of telepaths being totally incapable of accessing the higher functions of his power.
Equipment:
-Utility Belt, complete with grapple cable, bolas, smoke pellets, two pairs of handcuffs, and twinkies(high in calories= high in energy).
-Two Pistols with rubber bullets. The Bat does not appreciate his use of such weapons(but he can't say he hasn't done it before..), but allows them nonetheless. He gets a very tiny amount of energy each time he fires from the recoil of the weapons.
-Two eskrima sticks which he is totally unskilled with.
-A small palmtop computer. It's not very powerful and he can't hack or anything like that, but he can google stuff and it gets signal from the bat computer. Sometimes Mark watches cat videos on it.
Appearance:

Beware, ye with slow internet, 2 images inside

When not all costumed up, Mark has short, neatly trimmed hair and a friendly smile on his face. He has brown eyes, brown hair, and slightly crooked teeth. In terms of build he is very average, if lightly muscled from the very beginning of his training. he stands at 5' 11" and weighs 175 Lbs. He likes wearing clothes that aren't terribly restrictive, but look nice. This means polos and the occasionally dress shirt that is very slightly too large for him, and jeans.


He has a very simple costume, a black longcoat with black shirt, black pants, and a stark white mask, as well as a black wig. The fabric is made from leather and kevlar, and it has a few stab plates embedded in, allowing it to take a punch. It has several pockets and pouches along it as well. The interior of the coat is green.

Personality:
[b]Password:[b] Titan
BRIEF Bio: [this shouldn't be a problem as none of us are really trained or have more than a few weeks experience]
Notes: I understand if you think this is a completely, out of the ballpark, frighteningly OP ability, and I am completely open to changing the character if need be.
Sample Post: [give us an idea of what you bring to the table, no less than 1 or 2 paragraphs with dialog!]

Heroes Reborn

(WIP)

Quote: "In a world without gold, we might have been heroes!" -Blackbeard, AC4
Name: James Hannes
Age: 45, but physically is 33.
Gender: Male

Height: 6' 2"

Weight: 204.3 lbs

Ethnicity:
Caucasian, more specifically, Irish with some German and a bit of Welsh sprinkled in.

Sexuality:
Hetero Sexual, married to his wife, Hisoka Hannes.

Religion:
No Gods, no Masters.

Occupation:
Owner of the Camelot Institution, professional bodyguard and assassin.

Ability:
Power Swapping- James has the ability to swap powers with other Metahumans. With naught but a touch, he can swap whatever power he currently has with you. For example, he might be holding onto flight and whoever he's going to touch has fire powers. Once he's touched the individual, he gains their powers, and they gain his power, while losing their original power. The ability to power swap will never be transferred, meaning, once he touches someone, that person cannot then go and swap their powers with another person.
If attempting to swap with a person with no power, he will give that person whatever power he is currently holding. If he has no power and swaps with someone whom has a power, he will take the power, and the metahuman will be rendered powerless.

Hydrokinesis- The most recent ability he's gotten his hands on, James currently has hydrokinesis, allowing him control over water, through such things as water weapons, shields, transportation, etc. Through use of this ability he can amplify his strength and speed through manipulation of the water molecules within the human physiology.

Locked Away Metahumans- Within a hidden chamber inside the Camelot Institution, James has two metahuman captives that he uses to effectively 'store' powers. He has two captives currently, one with a potent healing factor(Not Claire Bennet level, mind you), and one with telekinesis. He will occasionally swap his secondary power out for one of these if he feels the situation calls for it.

Personality:
Most would call James a sardonic asshole. Those who knew him better would call him a cunning, sardonic asshole.

Background:

Post-Apocalyptic Superheroes

@DocTachyon
"It's good. I got a few things I'd like to ask you to do, though.
-Tell me where Freetown is. California? NY?
-Either cut down his Shock Arrows to 4, or increase their charge time. Also, add a number of times he can recharge with the quiver before needing to return to base to get more power.
-The Hull arrows are cool, and you don't have to change this, just wanna lay some facts down. The damage a bow does is more based on draw length, how long the bow is, and how much draw weight their is. You could have an arrow made from the densest material in the universe, and if you fired it from a normal bow it would just kinda fall out of the bow. You gotta have a more powerful bow to allow you to fire more dense arrows, and in turn, deal more damage. Of course, i have no idea what your perception of how dense alien hull is, so whatever.
-Just, please cut out 'Professor Paleo"... Please..."

Freetown is around mid Oregon, maybe south Oregon. I can have him meet up with the California people, though. I was trying to have him at the edge of where they might go.
Ok, I'll double charge time and add a max of 8 recharges before he has to recharge his quiver.
The hull material is actually lighter and stronger, like Titanium, so it can keep a sharper edge and penetrate armor better.
Ok, I changed it to generic raiders.

@TheUnknowable

Alright, accepted.

<Snipped quote by Nytefall>
The powers are a little much... Turning people to glass? Summoning monsters? Giving people mental disorders? 'The Power of The Old Ones' sounds like in some scenarios it could be the finger of god. You're gonna need to limit it more in some way and tone it down a bit.

@DocTachyon
Not really, its as random as can be.
I said evil entities i never said they were actual physical monsters, they may not even hurt them could just be an annoying noise or a bunny that will follow around the person swearing at them.

The Whole character is based around randomness, i am more then happy to have his powers do nothing of use against an opponent.

@Nytefall

I don't like random characters for one of the many reasons I don't like Superman. One day they're near useless and the next day they're capable of destroying planets. I don't like this power because if gives you a pretty damn good chance for an insta-kill.

Sure thing Tachyon, consider the power stealing rekt. Should I change more stuff or is it A-OK now?

Edit: Is his healing too much too, or did you just meant "In addition"? I really want the healing but I can tone it down some.

@LHG100

Looks good for now. Consider it accepted.

Post-Apocalyptic Superheroes

THE GREAT AND POWERFU- I mean, reasonably humble GM has returned.
So, I'm back from Vacation and the OOC is in the works. The hopeful estimate for the OOC right now is either sometime later today or before 4:00 PM EST tomorrow. At the absolute latest it will be up by Friday.

(was finished on a phone forgive the roughness please but it should be mostly if not all there)

Jethro Leroy Rogers

Name:Jethro "Roy" Rogers
Nickname/Alias: The Bandit
Age: 25
Gender: Male
Appearance:
Long brown hair with some brown stubble to match he has a brown coat and classic cowboy get up. A black cowboy hat with a white feather to remember his 'pure' days. His old bandolier matches the raggedness of the rest of his outfit. About 6 feet tall Caucasian with a darker dirty complexion Jethro is built like any cowboy but more imposing with slightly broader shoulders.
Location: He currently resides in the deserts of California
Settlement: A drifter however he does have a hideout of sorts. An old mine town now named Crux-Rest is a small desert haven for Jethro. He decided to settle there because it is where his partner in justice and ex-lover Lira Crux is commemorated. After the Apocalypse Jethro renamed the town in her honor. Due to the fact that it's where he shed his last tear over her death.The town is now mostly inhabited by the wannabe Bandit gang however it's not all criminals and savages you can find families protected by the 'gang' as well. Outsiders aren't greeted with a pillow and blanket but not a smoking gun either. If one can prove themselves valuable or just not a threat to the sanctuary of the town they are welcome to stay.
Profession: An ex-hero
Skills:Horseback riding, Horse taming, Wrangling, Hunting, Marksmanship, Gun Twirling, Lassoing, hand-to-hand combat, poker.
Powers: Has the ability to safely charge small objects up to the size of a bayonet with potential energy. This potential energy releases on a substantial enough impact or if over charged by Jethro. This potential energy releases in an explosion that varies in power. The power depends on how long he takes in charging the object. However the higher the charge the less stable the object is. The object when charged glows a faint orange aura in the dark. All Jethro needs to charge an object is to touch it. Both hands can individually charge but charge faster when focused on one object.
Weaknesses: His own power drains him physically. If he tries to charge an object too big he would most likely go into cardiac arrest. In more minor cases he will pop a blood vessel. He can charge around 100 bullets or bullet sized objects maximum with the explosive power of a frag grenade in about an hour without passing out.
Weapons: 2 silver six-six shooter pistols,a shoe with pop out blade, machete, a hunting rifle, a lasso, two grenades, a cyanide pill.
Armor/Clothing: His typical desperado get up (see appearance), a light bulletproof vest underneath his shirt, a locket with a small picture of Lira in it
Equipment and Supplies: Rope, a Canteen of whiskey, a bandolier full of ammo (with speed loaders), a black bandanna and a deck of cards including the jokers.
Personality: Jethro is a man with a scarred past, one that he doesn't care to remember. Anybody who calls him Jethro is looking for the barrel of his gun. 'Roy' as he now prefers is a self loathing introvert. He only comes to social places to gather a team for a job or for more whiskey. A shell of the hero he used to be he has abandoned all his past and looks silently to the future for guidance. His poker face is the face he wears day in and day out. A silent presence in Crux-rest he is a myth, a shadow, the sheriff only in the darkest of times.
History: Justice is what Jethro stands for, justice however is a hard word to define. Jethro is the product of genetic experimentation. At birth he was stolen from the Black River Village Hospital along with 7 other newborns he was taken to a cult camp. This cult (who's name is still unknown) believed these 8 were to be sacrificed for the cult to prosper. So they pumped each newborn full of experimental drugs stolen from an abandoned what was believed to be meth lab. Every baby except Jethro died a terrible painful death. Jethro however was only pumped half full of chemicals when the local authorities arrived. The police were being slaughtered and in the heat of battle saved the newborn without even investigating the tubes he was hooked up to. Jethro was taken to a boys home where he lived out his days until adulthood.

However in high school Jethro who now went by 'Roy' met Lira. They were perfect for each other and the best part was. Both of them being late bloomers had just discovered they had supernatural abilities. Lira could fly and Jethro well we already know about his powers. It turns out Jethro's abilities were dormant due to the lack of testosterone to set off the chemicals in his blood stream. The two were madly in love and married at 19. Both took up the super hero life going as 'The Sheriff' and 'Dust'. For the years they kept A better part between Santa Fe and Phoenix safe.

Then one night on their anniversary Lira didn't show up to dinner. Jethro impatiently waiting received a call from her 20 minutes late. Lira spoke these exact words
"Roy." That's it, she hung up. That's all that's needed to be said. Lira always called Jethro by his real first name and was the only person that did. Jethro rushed home and found Lira in his car with the engine running in the garage dead. Suicide. No note was left and Jethro was needless to say devastated. The next day the apocalypse happened.

Lira's spontaneous suicide forced Jethro to shut out the world during the apocalypse. Helping nobody but himself, he moved to the dessert and lived in solitary for years.The sheriff died with Lira and nobody patrolled the streets during the time that they needed it most. Jethro marked by tragedy took up the bandana and started roaming and ended up in California. He took over a town of scum he felt was a good place for Lira's memorial and settled as best he could. Occasionally he will rob others and now justice is interpreted by Jethro as, he takes what he wants to fill the void the best he can.
Other:His six shooters' names are Dante and Westley. Both names are engraved on the corresponding guns.

@DreadPirate

Consider it accepted. I'm a tad wary about what his maximum power of this 'charging' could be, bnut just don't go making explosions that are excessively large and we won't have a problem.

I made a non-superpowered character. I hope it's fine anyway, otherwise I'm willing to adjust.

Executor Knight Graham

Executor Knight Graham
Order shall prevail.

Name: Graham Voight
Nickname/Alias: "Executor"
Age: 32
Gender: Male
Appearance: tall, muscular, completely shaved head and beard. Dark brown eyes, small scar running from left eyebrow to left cheekbone; other scars across the body, the largest one stretching from the right shoulder across the whole chest. The whole back is covered in a tattoo depicting a diving eagle holding a bundle of lightning, above the motto "ORDO AB CHAO".
Location: somewhere along the shores of the Hudson river, north of New York.
Settlement: none; Graham is a drifter, along with the "policemen" following him.
Skills: experience with firearms, melee combat, and riot control, strong charisma and leadership.
Weapons: a wooden baton, a machete, and a MP7A1 submachinegun.
Armor/Clothing: a full riot police vest, and a gas mask.
Equipment and Supplies: ammo, food, water and fuel supplies.
Personality and History: stern, cruel, silent, Graham is surrounded by an aura of authority based on blood. A lifetime of violence and atrocities left their mark on the man's mind, and through violence and atrocities he is bent on leaving his own mark on the world. The thing Graham hates the most is disorder, anarchy: growing up as an orphan in one of the many slums of the sprawling city of New York, where rival clans bloodied the streets with their fights, might be the cause of that. He found a strange sense of satisfaction in being the only one who played by the rules, surrounded by criminality, and that was the reason why he decided to enlist in the local police force. Perhaps, it was because of his ruthless, and often needless, brutality, that he was praised by his superiors and promoted as a sergeant of a riot police unit. Soon, he began to have contacts in the criminal underground, working together with allied mob leaders and other corrupt police officers to eliminate rival gangs and monopolize the drugs, weapons and prostitution markets: in time, peace came to the streets. Illegal affairs were led by a single gang, which in a sea of blood, and with the help of Graham, who got handsomely paid for his services, managed to gain hegemony over New York.

As the End came, society utterly spiraled into chaos. The bloody peace Graham worked so hard to achieve was shattered as gangs of survivors fought against each other for things such as food, shelter or water; a situation that could not be tolerated. Soon, Graham reunited what remained of New York's police forces, along with what was left of his criminal allies, and after sacking the police's warehouses across the city, he formed the bulk of his horde. Clad in riot police armor, the phalanx of riot shields advanced, led by Graham, in the ruined streets of New York. Those who crossed their path had two choices: to submit to the new order, or die. Quickly, Graham's "policemen" gained more and more members and equipment, and soon could count on horses, dogs, and armored vans. In time, all of New York was once again devastated and sacked by Graham's followers, and all that was left was a dead wasteland of crumbling ruins and the very few crawling survivors who managed to survive the massacre. In search for new lands to raze, Graham led his men, kept in line by ruthless discipline, northwards, towards Boston, another city which needs to be pacified. In Graham's mind, he was entrusted by fate with a sacred mission: to bring back order to a lawless world, no matter how much blood needs to be shed. Soon, peace shall be restored, and order shall prevail.

@Capra

I like it. But I'm gonna need you to make a few changes to the CS. As much as I like the back story, I can't just let you say that you've already claimed all of New York City. NY is a big place, with A LOT of people. If you changed it so that you said he, say, took over Queens or something, that'd be one thing.

CS

Name: Houston Kelorae
Gender: Male
Age: 24
Location: Washington
Settlement: With his fragile mind Houston can not live with people in large groups and lives in a dilapidated church.
Profession: Student

Personality: Houston had a bright future but the apocalypse and the things that happened to before took their toll on his mind. Due to this Houston finds it hard to keep a stable persona and often find himself flitting between emotions. At one point he could be happy and serious man more then willing to help you, the next he turns into a mess of tears and anguish. Or if you were unlucky perhaps he sees you as one of the creatures of his nightmares and decides to attack you. Normally he can control his emotions through meditation and positive thinking but missed session or an increase in stress can cause him to lose control of himself.

On a good day though Houston has a kind and caring attitude, he was the kind of man that would help and old woman across the road. Being a smart man he has no problems correcting people and even himself and adopts the ideas that if you can put your mind to it. You can accomplish it.

Appearance/Description:

Houston does not wear any kind of superhero suit or disguise, he normally doesn’t go looking for trouble unless he needs to learn information.The only kind of disguise or costume he would wear would be a scarf over his face and a heavy coat to hide himself. However since the world collapsed he has found it harder and harder to hold onto the scraps of his sanity and now walks around wearing a long black cloak.

Abilities:

I’m not crazy. YET!: Houston has a high resistance against mental attacks or attacks that attack his mind. This is due to his already cracked and damaged mind that finds only the strongest of mental attacks actually affect him. It also makes him basically immune to people reading his mind as all they will be able to see are the horrific vision he saw.

Doorway beyond the veil: Houston has opened a doorway inside his mind and tapped into the power of the Great Old Ones. It grants all of his abilities the ability to drain his opponents sanity and stamina to the point of causing permanent mental damage when exposed to them for too long. The side effects from being exposed to the Great Old One’s powers can result in Schizophrenia, Delusion, Dementia, Blackouts, Self harm, Disorientation, Suicidal thoughts or actions or Hysteria causing them to not recognise friend from foe.

Necronomicon: Houston wields the tome known as the Necronomicon with it he can summon otherworldly creatures to possess his body granting him great strength, endurance and allowing him to twist his body into inhuman shapes without harming himself. This causes him great mental strain and is normally a last resort as he must rest after reading from and banishing the spirit that possessed him. He can also curse his enemies by reading from the book causing the afflicted to be harassed by evil entities until the curse is dispelled or the entity defeated. Houston must recite the entire passage which is three pages long.

Power of the Great Old Ones: Houston can manifest and wield the power of the Great Old Ones. This power can manifest itself in a majority of ways. Mainly it looks like smoking darkness in his hands, he can throw this mass of dark energy at someone or simply touch them causing a variety of effects. Sometimes it can do nothing other times and more then likely it will do something harmful. Houston has seen people's limbs turn to glass or butterflies. Their body age rapidly or suffer necrosis of the hit area. Or Houston has seen people’s body explode into thousands of pieces. He never knows what will happen but it always amazes him.

Skills:

Scholar: Thanks to his eidetic memory he found school very easy and has no trouble gleaming information from books or people. It also allows him to pick up basic skills fairly quickly.

Master Linguist: Houston knows over 20 different languages

Psychologist: Houston is an unofficial psychologist as he never finished his course. Allowing him to read people and manipulate them.

Master of the Unknown: The corruption that was forced upon him changed his body in many ways, allowing him to endure alot more punishment than an normal human could take and strengthened his mind against mental attacks. It also granted him a never aging body allowing him to live essentially forever or until the fickle gods decide to take back their "Gifts".

Equipment:

The Necronomicon: A book crafted from human and Xeno skin it’s origin is unknown to Houston but it was a rare find during an expedition into a Great Old One cult. The book's contents are all written in the Language of the Old Ones. Reading from this book is enough to drive weak minds insane and release dangerous creature who hunger for human blood and souls. Houston can wield the book but only through sheer force of will and everytime he uses the book he must fight for control of his mind and the power the book has trapped inside it’s pages.

Brief History:

Houston has a dark past. Since birth he has known nothing but rituals, cult meetings and murder of the worst kind. Houston was born into a cult and raised as the prophet child of the religion. According to the cults ancient text and divine imagery, a child would be born from the blood of their mother with the strength to channel the Great Old One’s power and lead them into a new world.

Houston’s birth was no miracle but fates worst joke. His mother heavily pregnant, took part in a ritualistic suicide in which her womb was cut open to allow Houston into the world. Herself performed cesarean worked but Houston’s mother did not survive the amount of damage that she inflicted upon herself. Thus the first part of the prophecy was complete, Houston had indeed been born from the dead and bloody corpse of his mother. When Houston’s eyes first gazed upon the world he saw only horror. His eye’s saw things that a normal human’s could not, he heard the harsh whisper of thousands of voices in his ear and felt a malevolent presence held back by a thin veil of light.

Houston was trained in the cults ways and was sent to school like a normal child. However Houston could never shut out the voices, or stop the creatures he saw from staring at him patiently, like dogs waiting for their owners to feed them. Houston could tell that he could not be a master to these beasts he barely kept his sanity in check when he looked upon them. For every glimpse, every whisper he heard he was pulled slowly but surely into the dark chasm of madness. He never spoke about what he saw to anyone not even his father.

Houston managed his way through school, then through university where he did a degree in mythology and the history of religion. While in his studies he discovered that names of the creatures that had plagued him his entire life. As he delved deeper into his studies he learnt more and more about his cults dark past. The rituals that his father and his cult had performed on him, the many people he had watched be tortured and killed. It was all to weaken the veil that separated their world from the Great Old One’s world.

Realizing how foolish he had been he confronted his father with the knowledge he had found. his father chuckled telling his son to follow him deep into the cults worshiping chambers. Once there he found all of the cultist in a large circle made up of three rings of people, each person grasped tightly in their right hand a dagger. In the middle of the circle was a large basin built into the form. Then it all went dark. He woke up bound in the basin his father was in the circle and all of the cultist were chanting loudly. A tall slim joyous man waltz towards Houston, he bent down and cupped Houston’s chin in his hand and smiled. He spoke in what Houston now knows to be latin. The words he spoke were forever engraved in Houston’s fragile mind finally cracking him and causing that last of Houston’s sanity to leave him.

The words are as followed:
Though they sleep beyond the veil
Though they are trapped behind the veil
Though they look into this world
They may never touch the world they see beyond the veil
This child has been born from blood
This child has seen they who lie beyond the veil
This child is ready to become the doorway from this world to theirs
Let your blood fill the basin mortals and grant this human your strength to ascend and tear the barriers of this world down!

The man raised his hands in the air as all of the cultist slit the person to their lefts throat causing the blood to gush from them into the basin bathing Houston in the blood of the cultist who despite their excessive blood loss, remained upright head bowed toward Houston until their final drop of blood was spent. Houston screamed as he was lifted of his feet above the basin the blood below him writhed and whipped at his ankles. His scream of pain became silent his mouth agape as his mind was torn open revealing to him the secrets of the world that humans inhabited. His brain overflowed with every detail of earths history from its birth to its death. He saw the Great old ones awakening from their slumber and breaking through the veil that had protect the human race for so long. He watched as the universe was enslaved and set upon by these monstrous creatures.

Then it stopped, the vision disappeared and Houston dropped into the now empty basin. The tall man looked down at Houston fascinated at what the man had become. Houston was a door waiting to be unlocked and thus the tall man turned around and disappeared into darkness saying one final speech to Houston before he lost consciousness: "The most merciful thing in the world... is the inability of the human mind to correlate all its contents but you. You can see the world and its barriers. You alone can stop what you have foreseen and what will happen if you fail. Use these gift wisely. That reminds me. You are but one part of a seven piece door, they have the keys but they must influence the mortals here to create the doors they need to enter this world. Good luck Houston." And the tall man disappeared in a sea of darkness as Houston’s body fell into unconsciousness.

Houston managed to piece his sanity back together but he still finds it hard to control his delusions, however his delusions granted him powers he could've never imagined which he plans to use to stop the Great Old One’s from using him or anyone else as a conduit to enslave this world. Though this was a long time ago and his sanity had slowly shifted making him lose his grip on reality and his mission.

@Nytefall

The powers are a little much... Turning people to glass? Summoning monsters? Giving people mental disorders? 'The Power of The Old Ones' sounds like in some scenarios it could be the finger of god. You're gonna need to limit it more in some way and tone it down a bit.

Hey, this still going on? This sounds really cool, just being like a superhero doin' shit after the apocalypse. I've been watching lots of post-apocalyptic animes and been playing fallout a lot, so I decided "fuck it I'll join this". My dude idea is basically, a metalworker and gun enthusiast who, for some damn reason, developed the ability to steal other people's body parts with no ill effects. In simpler terms, if you cut off his arm, he could just cut off your arm and attach it to the stump, then his body will automatically absorb it. Of course, this also gives him superb regenerative qualities.

I'm thinking, basically, it's sort of like his body produces a lot more stem cells with a special mutation, probably sort of like cancer, that gives him that ability. But it's superheroics! I ain't gotta explain shit, do I? Anyway, he also built himself a swanky little piece of armor after the apocalypse and modified his very favorite gun.

I'm not sure if he'll be a good guy, a bad guy, or just a guy though. Probably the third one.

Here's my current CS: If you have too many dudes, feel free to disregard this. If you're gonna do this with a lot of players, may I suggest having a defined post order, by the way?

CS

Name: Kent Cooper
Nickname/Alias: "Frankenstein's Gunman", and "Wastelands' Fox"
Age: 34
Gender: Male
Appearance:
He is a six feet tall, well built caucasian male. He has a rougher face and complexion, yet isn't 'ruggedly handsome'. Quite plain, really. Disturbingly, his left arm is not his own: He stole it from some thug who tried to kill him while on the road from Nevada to California. Thus, it's still a different shade, his body not fully making it his 'own' yet. He has blue eyes, and dirty brown-blonde hair.

Location: He is going to south-west towards Cali from Nevada, already at the border near Las Vagas.

Settlement: Drifter, yet he survived the invasion by being on a camping trip, alone, the entire time.

Profession: As mentioned, Cooper was originally a metalworker, and a gun enthusiast. He worked for a well respected establishment in Nevada, and went to the shooting range pretty much every saturday he could. He was eventually laid off from his job, and took the opportunity to take an extra long camping trip.

Skills: His days in the wilderness taught him how to hunt, and how to be respectably sneaky. In addition, his time spent as a metalworker, and at the gun range, made him grow as a smith and as a firearms expert, respectively. His time fighting as a teenager also gave him decent abilities in the ancient, hallowed, and eloquent arts of punching the shit out of people.

Powers: His only power is the ability to steal the body parts of others, and use them as well as if they were his own. Obviously, it's a long term thing at best.

Weaknesses: He struggles with his own urges to go around raping, pillaging, and burning. In addition, he's quite depressed, what with everyone he knew and loved dead when he came back from a simple camping trip. Finally, his ability is extremely freakish. It's likely no one will trust him for free.

Weapons: He has his rifle, a survival knife, and his own wits.

Armor/Clothing: He wears a makeshift suit of armor he fashioned himself; the most 'refined' part is the headpiece, which is pretty good for deflecting bullets and blows from melee weapons. It also features a metal chest portion, which is of less refined nature. The other parts are certainly not set in stone, being very mismatched, and constantly being changed when he finds things more comfortable or protective.

Equipment and Supplies: Kent carries enough water to survive a few weeks comfortably: he could ration it efficiently to survive a month or two. He has a similar supply of food on his back, consisting of things such as canned foods and dried meat, plus a bag of delicious Cool Ranch Doritos(tm) for special occasions. He holds all of this in a camping bag slung on his back. He also has a folding tent in there, and an Ipod modified to be able to charge with sunlight.

Personality: Cooper has a very aggressive personality, and has urges to get everything possible from a situation. While this wasn't too possible before the invasion, now he can be as much of an asshole as he wants, whenever he wants. If someone says "I'll give you this if you kill these raiders.", He'll likely kill the dicks, receive the item, then kill the person who gave him the item, so he can steal the rest of their stuff.

Of course... that's if he had no conscience. While he has the urges to do so, he has enough self-awareness and a sense of justice to resist them. At the very least, he hopes so. He's also highly afraid of commitment, and of getting too attached. Sadly for him, he keeps on finding himself deep in remorse over things he absolutely had to do. The Bandit he stole his new arm from still haunts his nightmares, even though that was quite a while ago.

History: He had a nicer childhood. No traumatic events, no innocence-shattering awakenings of his powers, he had a fairly normal life. Sure, he was in a gang in high-school and beat up plenty of other kids, but when he was little he was always tinkering with his own toys to make them better. He still does that today, simply replace toys with body armor and automatic weapons. When he entered adulthood and began doing his own thing, he started doing odd-jobs to decide what to do with the rest of his life. He eventually decided to work in a military related industrial company.

Near the end of that career (Almost just before he got fired), he suffered an accident, and his doctor noticed his extreme condition. It was considered definitely abnormal, but was nothing for him to be registered as an 'actual super'. After being fixed, he was fired for other reasons, and decided to go on a hunting trip for giggles, to test his mettle and if all those hours wasted at the Gunrange was worth anything. H thinks he did reasonably well, poaching enough to feed himself, but he lost track of time.

What 'felt' like weeks turned out to be years as he returned to the world to see that it was in ruins. He still has no fucking idea what actually happened, and is wandering the wastes, assuming he's the last man alive.

Other: He has a skeleton inside of him. 2spooky, ain't it?
Basics of his ability: Remember this: "If it's supposed to be there and it isn't hit, it'll fit". He can also regrow the simpler and less important parts of his body over time (weeks to a full year, generally), but larger things, in addition to complex things, (E.G. legs, hearts, his lungs) will need a full replacement.

The only thing he can't completely replace is his brain. However, it could be possible if he's, say, lobotomized, to just grab the part that was cut off and throw it back into his skull, and it should heal.

Edit: yeah I wrote this first so disregard me asking about shit at the beggining. But still answer those, please?

@LHG100

Good point. But yeah, basically the ability is 'just' an enhanced form of the first one.

Some elaborations:
Let's say he and an average bob are fighting. Bob cuts off Kent's right arm, Kent kills him and cuts off Bob's right arm. Ken grabs Bob's arm and sews it to his stump, after an hour or two, it is officially 'attached' and he can begin really using it. Beforehand, he can't really do anything.

Let's say Kent and Superbob are fighting. Superbob does the same (cuts off arm), Kent does the same (Kills and cuts off arm). Superbob had super-strength, thus, Kent has somewhat increased strength (Yet definitely not to the point of Superbob's) in that arm, and only that arm. If he replaces that arm with another again, he loses the superstrength, yet gains anything special that new arm might have.

He can also heal over time pretty much any part of his body. Depending on the organ, it can take weeks to a full year, however. Larger parts of his body also need full replacements, E.G. he can just regrow his kidneys, but he can't regrow his arm, for that he needs a 'donor' so he has sufficient material to work with.

He also can't regrow the more complex and important parts of his body, specifically his lungs, brain, heart, and stomach. For those, he's also going to need a replacement. However, he doesn't need to worry too much about if it's the right 'type' of heart or anything or if it's genetically close, it just needs to be a human heart. He'll be able to fix anything else himself.

However, there's lots of other downsides I'm thinking of to this. Obviously, if he attaches something with cancer, he's going to get that cancer, for one. For two, he basically has to prey on humans to do all of that. It's not like he's going to recieve too many actual donations, is it? It's also likely that his immune system is pretty much fucked when it comes to poisons or super-viruses. I mean, if it 'accepts' utterly foreign body parts it'll probably 'accept' anthrax or ebola, right? He'd probably live through that, but obviously it'll be a huge goddamn pain.

I'm not sure about too much else. Does that explain his abilities sufficiently? I think it does.

Edit: I just thought of something, lel. I'm thinking attached parts also eventually superficially turn into his 'actual' stuff, while being basically the same inside. E.G. if he attaches a black guy's arm (Oddly, that thought is hilarious to me. Is that bad?), it'll turn white in a few days.

@LHG100

Stealing people's powers and healing is too much. I mean, how many superbobs has he killed? How many superbobs will he kill? I see this getting too powerful too quickly. I'd say take out the power stealing part altogether, but if you can think of something better, you can do that.

Well, since the GM will (hopefully) be back with us and this starts rolling again, might as well answer his original question about my character.
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Whatever material he could change his body into probably won't stop too many bullets, unless he took material from other parts of his body to make another part more dense. On the topic of something as big as a tank shell: unless Max compressed all of his body mass into one small block (killing him), he's not stopping any tank shells anytime soon.
(And yes, I made his appearance essentially an amalgamation of Joshua Graham and a ghoul)

@Zaresto

Alright, that's good. Your character is accepted/

I finished my character:

Kyle Stevens

Name: Kyle Stevens
Nickname/Alias: The Glowing Archer
Age: 32
Gender: Male
Appearance:
5'8", medium build, toned. Caucasian with brown hair and hazel eyes that change color with his mood. He glows slightly due to ingesting small quantities of radioactive materials.
Location: Southern Washington
Settlement: Freetown: Founded by a group of Anarchists that lived in the area, anything is legal here as long as you don't hurt anyone. Hurting someone includes, but isn't limited to, murder, assault, theft, and rape. If you are wronged, simply contact a bounty hunter and they'll bring the person in for trial before an arbiter or jury, their choice, though serious crimes usually require a jury. If you can prove that you were harmed, you get restitution and they pay all of the court costs. If you can't, you each pay your own court costs. If the case is judged frivolous, you pay them for having them abducted and held, and pay their court costs too.
Though just about any product or service can be had here, popular buildings are the tavern, the fight club, the brothel, the inn/restaurant, and the doctor, for after the others mess you up. The headquarters for the Guardians is also there, and serves as jail and courthouse if one is needed.
Profession: Previously- mechanic in a local factory
Currently- Bounty hunter/salvager/mercenary Sergent for the Guardians, a group that serves as the protectors of many towns in the area. They apprehend criminals, jail them, provided space for the trial, work as guards, perform missions for the locals and, when they don't have enough work, salvage for valuable materials. The guardians prefer alien materials and tech, but will salvage anything worth hauling back if need be.
Skills: Archery and shooting, Parkour, electronics
Powers: Radiation Metabolism: Different forms of radiation are metabolized in slightly different ways, enhancing his body. The more he absorbs, the more it enhances his body.
Photon based radiation: Heat affects him less than others, as he can absorb some photons, like IR radiation, Gamma rays, X-rays, and microwaves. Only Gamma rays can be absorbed completely, though, and the higher the energy of the photon, the more energy it gives him. Too much absorption leads to hyperactivity, as he can't use the energy fast enough.
Beta radiation: Beta particles increase the conductivity of his nervous system, leading to better reflexes and senses. It also improves his brain, speeding up his thoughts. As Beta radiation is just high energy electrons, he has a slight immunity to electrical attacks. Too much absorption leads to bullet time, where his perceptions are greatly slowed, and at higher levels with cause his nervous system to become electrically charged, leading to taser-like effects.
Alpha Radiation: Alpha particles increase his strength and boost organ function. This includes a slight healing factor and a resistance to disease and toxins. Too much absorption will lead to his muscles tearing themselves from his bones and will boost his metabolism so far that he experiences nutrient deficiencies, though he will recover with time, rest, and gamma radiation.
Neutron Radiation: Neutron radiation increases the strength of his skin and its resistance to damage. Too much absorption will decrease the flexibility of his skin, restricting his movement.
Weaknesses: If he goes for more than a few days without absorbing radiation, he grows lethargic, and needs to rest to recover. To try and combat this, he consumes his favorite drink, whiskey with apple juice and radium dust. It makes him a bit more clever and makes him a bit stronger and healthier than normal.
Weapons: Long bow, 20x pointed arrows (normal arrows made of alien hull material), 8x shock arrows (can be recharged in 30 seconds by returning them to the quiver), 9mm pistol, 3x explosive bullets, 10x standard bullets (made of salvaged copper)
Armor/Clothing: Leather armor with alien hull alloy plates on the chest, back, arms, and legs
Equipment and Supplies: cell phone/Bluetooth earpiece (someone in town rigged a cell tower for the people in it), food bars, canteen, first aid kit.
Personality: He doesn't like people ordering him around, but understands the value of a chain of command in battle situations. If left to his own devices, he would spend it tinkering with various gadgets he wants to build. Reluctantly, he has to salvage or bounty hunt for a living. Not that he minds helping people in need or finding things that others need, but it's just not exciting.
History: He was coming home from work one day when alarms started to sound. He knew he had to hide, or the force of the blast and radiation from it would kill him. He briefly considered hiding in a 1940s lead lined refrigerator, but realized that it would block very little of the radiation from the bombs, and would likely heat up enough to cook him. Instead, he quickly drove out of town to an old, abandoned mine and went inside, going as deep as he could. When the first bomb fell he was hit with enough stray neutron and gamma radiation do make him extremely hyperactive, and to make his skin so stiff that he couldn't move. He laid in the mine for several days wide awake, with his mind racing, trying to understand what had happened to him, as he'd never had anything like this happen before. The only thing that made sense was that he was a super, and that somehow his powers had protected him. He considered many possibilities for what his power could be, but wasn't sure until he was able to move again and test his theories by exposing himself to controlled amounts of radiation.
Eventually, he made his way south, salvaging what he could from irradiated areas that the few other people he saw wouldn't go near. When he reached Freetown, at that point just a Walmart that was still mostly standing, he sold what he'd gathered and helped them build up their settlement. He preferred it to the other settlements he'd come across because no one here was trying to make up rules and force people to follow them. When a group of ex-cops, ex-soldiers, and scavengers, joined together to create the Guardians he joined them, figuring that he'd be salvaging anyway, and he could benefit from being a part of the group.
On one of these salvaging trips he found some badly damaged alien tech. While the only functioning, intact thing that he could find was a small battery, he also salvaged some hull fragments and a few damaged capacitors which, one of the other salvagers learned the hard way when shooting at a stray dog, would explode when exposed to too much pressure, such as the force of a bullet impact. He scraped the material out of the burned out capacitors and put in inside seven bullets. He was forced to use four of these bullets, though, when an insane geneticist calling himself "Professor Paleo" attacked the settlement riding a clone T-rex, with a pack of dilophosaurus.
Other: none that I can think of.

@TheUnknowable

It's good. I got a few things I'd like to ask you to do, though.
-Tell me where Freetown is. California? NY?
-Either cut down his Shock Arrows to 4, or increase their charge time. Also, add a number of times he can recharge with the quiver before needing to return to base to get more power.
-The Hull arrows are cool, and you don't have to change this, just wanna lay some facts down. The damage a bow does is more based on draw length, how long the bow is, and how much draw weight their is. You could have an arrow made from the densest material in the universe, and if you fired it from a normal bow it would just kinda fall out of the bow. You gotta have a more powerful bow to allow you to fire more dense arrows, and in turn, deal more damage. Of course, i have no idea what your perception of how dense alien hull is, so whatever.
-Just, please cut out 'Professor Paleo"... Please...

Post-Apocalyptic Superheroes

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Okay, finished my CS.

@Zaresto

It's good. The only thing I'm wondering about is the 'hardening'. How theoretically tough is that? Would it go down to a few bullets or is it strong enough to make a tank shell feel like a nerf bullet?
Also, his appearance made me think of this:

Hider

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No I understand, that is why I gave him such a weakness, he was very powerful. Anyway, in terms of durability, if you or I were to be stabbed, let's say, in the arm by a 5 inch blade, it would easily sink all the way through, but for Carter, only 2 inches of the blade to sink in, before his skin would stop it. The force applied would make a difference, but his skin would act life buffer, pushing back at it. So were as a bullet to the heart would kill us, a bullet would be slowed down by his skin enough to stop it from puncturing his heart. But cutting him would be difficult. Hope that makes sense. As for the oxygen, someone would have to hugging him, or be in his "bubble" basically to be affected, since the fire only burns on the surface of his skin, it only takes air in the general area. As for his Heat Manipulation, he can super heat the air in an area within his direct line of sight, but not to far away from him, he can create fire, throw it, use it like a flame thrower, as he sees fit basically. I guess another weakness would be the fact that he can manipulate Heat in extremely cold environments.

@LokiLeo789

I suppose that's alright, as long as he couldn't take a full clip from a machine gun or anything. Surviving a few bullets is alright, but if someone starts unloading either a lot of bullets or something like a 50 cal., I'd expect that to be too much for him. Now, I like it, but I'm gonna have to ask you to tone down the power of the fire capabilities a bit. I'm not gonna put a limit on exactly how much, but make sure they're just a bit weaker than the fire hero we already have. Other than that, accepted.

Here's my CS. Tell me if something's wrong with it.

my CS

Name:Steven Stanley

Nickname/Alias: Tim

Age: 19

Gender: Male

Appearance: Steven has somewhat messy black hair. Standing at an average height, he’s pretty normal looking. He’s the kind of the guy you don’t really remember for looks, if he didn’t have an eye patch. But he does, so he’s pretty distinctive as the guy with an eye patch.

Location: California

Settlement: Drifter

Profession: Part time lazy guy

Skills: Steven learns pretty quickly. He also runs fast and is pretty good at camping, hiking and fishing, and a bit of climbing. Pretty agile. Somewhat good at cooking. He’s really good at keeping calm and almost never panics, mainly because he’s kind of an idiot. Untrained but pretty good at sneaking. Basically, he’s physically fit, runs fast and does a bit of stealth. He’s also the kind of guy who can do anything if he tried, probably.

Powers: Steven has 2 invisible ‘cubes of influence’ which he does stuff in. They’re intangible and can be controlled telekinetically, and if Steven moves, the cubes move with him. He can also tune his sight to his cubes in order to see out of them. Additionally, he can teleport objects within one cube to the other cube. He can transport any one thing he can identify, so he can be selective about it.

Weaknesses: His cubes of influence are fairly small, around 15 cubic centimetres, so the objects he can teleport are limited in size. Furthermore, depending on the size of the object, it takes energy to move it, so his use of that power isn’t infinite. Objects he can transport are also reasonably limited further. He can only transport things he can sense, and he can’t transport parts of an object or an object that’s part of another object. For example, he can take a key off a key chain, but he can’t take a clip out of a pistol, because if it’s loaded then it’s a ‘part’ of the gun. Also, when he’s seeing out of his cubes, he can’t see out of his own eyes. This weakness is, however, partially circumvented by the fact that he lost his eye a while back (more of that in the back story). He can use his missing left eye to see out of one of the cubes, and since there isn’t much reason not to, he does it most of the time.

Weapons: None, really.

Armor/Clothing: Travelling clothes. Reasonably thick pants, walking shoes, jacket and shirt. Also a pretty big back pack.

Equipment and Supplies: A large backpack with camping gear including a portable stove thing, a small tent with tent pegs and sleeping bag. He also carries spare clothes, 7 cans of food that might last him a few days and a 2 L bottle of water. He doesn’t carry too much, though, as he has to walk long distances, and he normally scavenges when he runs low. Also carrying his 3DS and phone, but they’re both turned off because there isn’t much power in the post apocalypse. Also has a lighter.

Personality: Steven is pretty lazy and kind of an idiot. That’s not to say he lacks intelligence, because he’s actually pretty smart. He can practically do anything he puts his mind to. The problem is, he doesn’t put his mind to much. It’s kind of because he can do a lot of things, but he gets bored pretty easily and goes back and forth.

The reason Steven’s an idiot is because he does most things with reasons that most people don’t come up with because, you know, common sense. He usually ignores danger if what he wants leads to it, but he often comes out unscathed through a mix of luck and skill.

Other than that, he can be described as a happy-go-lucky guy, satisfied to cruise through life at his own pace, not having many aspirations. He’s often seen with a smile, though, and he doesn’t take much seriously. Even then, he often thinks about his situations and what he should do. Keeping a dopey exterior, he manages to make his feats mostly look like coincidence. Always relaxed, a lucky idiot.

History: Steven was somewhat normal. ‘Was’ is the keyword. He had no real aspirations for his entire life and was mildly curious about the alien invasion and subsequent combat scenario. However, rather than be involved with the resulting apocalypse, his family isolated themselves from the outside world. Steven was content to sit still for a while and wait for the whole thing to blow over, really. But then the virus strengthened his powers and everything changed.

He was playing games one day when he was suddenly struck by a massive sensory overload which made him overly sensitive to everything. His power, which’d been extremely small but present, mutated when the virus affected it, and it went out of control. After a few hours of pain, he woke up to find his room had box shaped holes in it and a bunch of stuff missing. He was suddenly aware of 2 invisible cubes that followed him. Unfortunately for him, his ps3 was gone and so was his eye.

After he stopped the bleeding, he began training his power and getting used to not having a left eye anymore. He found that he could still use the cubes to ‘see’ with his left eye, so he guessed that it was still around somewhere. As it turns out, his family was still kind of fine, but they didn’t want to go out. Steven did and found some stuff from his room to be outside, but his ps3, his eye and a few other things were nowhere to be found.

Being the only outdoorsman of the family, Steven was experienced in travelling, so he packed his bags and prepared to set out into the world in order to find his ps3, his eye and the other bits and pieces he’s missing (he started around a month ago from where the story starts).

Other: Likes cats

@Lord Santa

Heh, I thought it was funny that he alias was Tim for no reason.

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Anyway, I'm not 100% certain what it is that his power does, but it doesn't seem ludicrously powerful. I'm going to say that this sheet is accepted. Keep in mind if you pull a Lethal Harmless Powers without giving me a heads up I won't be a happy GM.

How long after the Apocalypse is this? I was thinking you said a year, but I wanted to be sure.

@TheUnknowable

One year, as was helpfully answered by @Lord Santa.

A question that I don't believe has been asked before:

Where exactly do most powers come from? Alien origins, psionics, etc., and is it something that just manifests at some point or are you born with it?

@ExplosiveCrate

It really tends to vary where people get their powers from. Some people's physiology was heavily affected by the alien virus and were granted superpowers. Some people had their genes altered by radiation or experimentation, and others got powers as a result of evolution/birth. When it manifests varies person to person, but if you are born with it, it either presents itself VERY early(probably on or around your first birthday) or later during puberty.

Looked interesting so I thought I would apply! Feel free to critique my app, also I'm going out of town for a couple of days so don't be alarmed if I don't respond. However, if we start on Tuesday then I shall be ready by Sunday.

App

Name: Blake Conwall
Nickname/Alias: Diablo
Age: 24
Gender: Male
Appearance: Gleaming yellow eyes can be seen beneath the curly brown hair of this tan Caucasian. He stands at 6 feet evenly and his body is lightly toned with not a lot of muscle mass. He weighs around 160lbs. His expression at most times is charming but that is not to say he is a nice person, while his face is chiseled with no facial hair growing whatsoever. Blake wears torn up clothing over his clean body and wears no shoes upon his feet.

Location: Recently, hes managed to find himself wandering in the giant Redwoods, Post-California.

Settlement: Blake is a drifter by nature, choosing to not stay in one place for long.

Profession: Before the apocalypse Blake was studying to become a veterinarian.

Skills: Animal-Medicine, Cooking, projectile weaponry, fighting

Powers: Blake has the ability to transform into an armored knight. This armor has a demonic visage with medium plating fully encompassing him with no body parts being shown. Etched into the armor are ruins that give off a ominous yellow glow. The helmet has two yellow glowing eyes with a sly, toothy grin for a mouth while two horns protruding from either side of his head, wrap down to almost touch his neck. His physical and mental abilities are enhanced while in this form, while it also sports magic based attacks that come from his gauntlets, which are also a form of melee attack. The magic itself is shadow based which means he is able to manipulate shadows for multiple uses.

Weaknesses: Fully body Sunlight stops him from using his magical powers and also nullifies his ability to transform. From past experience anytime he tries it doesn't work, while if he happens to be in his armor he will come under excruciating pain as the armor turns to ash, which he then won't be able to use for up to 2 hours. Shade allows him to regain his magical abilities and his transformation but only on a small scale compared to the night sky. The armor itself can stand a good bit of blows, but will eventually start to break apart if under too much stress.

Weapons: He has a small dagger hidden in his sleeve and he also carries a 22 glock hidden behind his back. Most of his weapons reside with his armor and powers.

Armor/Clothing: Torn clothing, his Diablo form.

Equipment and Supplies: He wears a small backpack filled with essentials for a drifter. Food, water, ammo and some medicine as well as a picture of home and family.

Personality: Blake is a hard worker, usually trying his hardest when preforming tasks, at least when he cares. Rarely does he laugh or smile anymore but when he does it can be infectious. Hes mostly cool but Blake can be arrogant as well as rash at times when he believes in something. Hes the type of person that would help any animal in an instance but not so much a human. While in his Diablo form his mood darkens into a brooding figure who does not care what others think.

History: Blake was ordinary before the apocalypse with nothing extraordinary about him that he could think of, other then the fact that he liked nature and helping animals. Everything changed when the aliens came and deployed the virus which ended his normal life. The day that happened he was in a museum with his fiancee strolling about the exhibits, trying to get their minds of things. Dusk was starting to fall and it was time to ago home yet they never did. The virus came, killing everyone and he could only watch as his lover died before his eyes and he stood there for what seemed like an eternity trying to grasp the situation before finally realizing what happened. As he fell to his knees the only thing he felt was rage, hatred, malice and revenge. It started slowly at first, the tingling sensation that wrapped around his body blinding his vision. He felt sick but could not move and when the sensation finally ended the blindness passed but what he saw was alien. His vision was enhanced and as he looked at his hands they were not his own. but some monster! He got up and ran from the room, faster then ever before and as he pushed the door to enter the bathroom it exploded off its hinges from the mere touch. He looked in the mirror then and realized that the monster was him and he could only wonder why as he punched the glass shattering it. Diablo had been born.
That was around a year ago and since then Blake has learned about his powers, using them to survive in a world which was now quiet. His family was dead and so was the life that he knew. There was only one thing to do and that was wander around the country with no direction in mind. As he walked the landscape the old Blake died and a new one was born, one who knew of hardship and loss. The only thing he felt anymore was empty and a burning sensation deep down that drove him forward. Seldom has he made human contact but on the occasions that he does two outcomes appear. One where he walks away with what he needs and two being the same as the first but with dead bodies in his wake. His latest trek has had him travel to the Redwood forest of California, what he hopes to find there, not even he knows.

Other: Enjoys the presence of animals more then humans.

@Lord Zee

I feel obligated to tell you we have a demon-esque character already. That doesn't mean I can't accept yours, but I thought you should know. So, how tough is his armor? How strong is he? How powerful are his magical attacks?
Then, in his history, why was he is a museum of all places? If there's an ongoing alien invasion, that might be the last place I'd go unless I had a unnatural love for history. Why isn't he in his house, with his fiance, waiting for the whole invasion to blow over, when suddenly, he realizes his wife is sick?

Is it too late to express interest? :D

@KaiserElectric

Never too late to express interest.

SO, anyway, I'm terribly sorry BUT starting today, I will be going on vacation. I will be gone from today, Friday the 17th of July, until Tuesday the 21st of July. That means that during this time CS's won't be accepted and the OOC won't go up, but things should begin moving along again as soon as I return. I encourage you all to continue conversing between yourselves as to not lose interest in this RP. I'd like to thank everyone for applying and showing interest. i hope to see you all when I get back.

Post-Apocalyptic Superheroes

Carter Ignis

Carter stands at a height of about 5'11", and weighs about 181 pounds or so. Despite his size, he is well built, lean, but not that muscular, but he cannot be considered scrawny at all, but he defiantly is not sporting a six pack. His skin is chocolate brown in color, and his hair is a short, curly, black, afro, and dark brown eyes.

Name:
Carter Ignis

Nickname/Alias
IFRIT

Age:
23

Gender:
Male

Location:
Las Vegas

Settlement:

Profession:
Student
Studying Architecture

Skills:
Smithing
Construction
Amuture Swordsmanship

Powers:
Carter's body changes shape, his soft and smooth skin becomes hard and scaly-giving him a metallic red hue. He grows taller and wings sprout out from his back. These changes to his body give him the ability to fly, enhanced durability and strength. These change also allows him to create and manipulate Heat as he sees fit, and he does not need an existing source to utilize this. Hut his body will automatically generate enough heat on the surface of his skin to set him in fire. His skin will constantly be up in flames, but he will not feel it. Despite the power he gains in this form, without oxygen, he is nothing. He cannot transform without it in abundance, and this form consumes it at all times, it is used to maintain it. Thus, all the oxygen around him is constantly used up, so rapidly, that their is only enough air to breath without holding his breath to last him 2 minutes. Once those 2 minutes are up, he must hold his breath, only allowing him to use this ability 4 minutes tops.

Weaknesses:
Because he needs oxygen to transform, most of the oxygen surrounding him is burned up. Because of this, his transformation time is limited. He is given a grace period of 2 minutes of air in order to breath, once that is gone, he has to hold his breath until he can no longer bare it, and he must return to his human form. This means that he has a transformation time of 3 to 4 minutes. His ability also has a cool down after each use, this is usually 10 to 20 minutes long. If there is no Oxygen in the surrounding area, like the ocean, his powers are rendered completely useless and unusable.

Weapons:

A light-weight replica of a Roman Gladuis. Despite being a replica. It has lasted a long time in the hands of Carter, although repairs on the blade are regular. His is not and expert with it, but he can easily hold his own. This blade is only used when he can no longer transform, and must resort to using his sword.

Smith & Wesson Model 59
A sword is not the most practical weapon in the world, especially when your facing Meta humans, so a gun is always nice to have. Carter has little to no experience with guns, but has been thought at his settlement in Vegas. His shooting skills are still no perfect, but good enough to get him out of trouble.

Armor/Clothing:
Cater is usually claded in a black t-shirt and purple flanel. He wears straight fit jeans, avoiding that skinny jeans stuff. To finish it of, his feet are claded in black combat boots. Although this is his main attire, his clothing will change just as the seasons change, and he will were what is appropriate for that time of year.

Equipment and Supplies:
Along with his sword and gun, hour carries with him 2 days worth of water, about a days worth of canned food, which would amount to 4 to 5 cans.

Personality:
On the surface, Carter comes off as a rather silly and lighthearted person, frequently engaging in comical behavior and retaining his oft-present grin even while making threats. He displays a childlike amusement for new situations whether or not they prove adverse or even potentially fatal, he has a penchant for wandering off his own only to get lost in some unknown part of town. Even with all these idiosyncrasies, he is extremely personable and has a particularly complimentary nature that easily gains him the friendship and trust of those surrounding him.

Of course, these aspects only hide the complex and determined young man underneath. On the reverse side of his frivolous nature is his considerable shrewdness, which makes him quite capable of reading people and situations. He is particularly observant, taking into consideration even the smallest details of his surroundings in order to better understand and deal with challenges and is not above using cheap tricks or questionable tactics to ensure his own survival. Being singularly ambitious, he has a remarkably tenacious will that allows him to overcome virtually insurmountable obstacles and accept inhuman burdens for the sake of his own ultimate goal. He has a considerable pride that will not stand for having his humanity insulted or condemned by his enemies, but is also capable of shelving his pride if it becomes something that will stand in the way of his objective.

He is very protective of his family and comrades, refuseing to allow any harm to come to them and often deeming their safety more important than his own in spite of his own personal ambitions and goals. He has to be reminded several times that his own safety is something upon which many people depend on and uses his loved ones as his primary motivation when all hope seems lost. As such, he becomes furious when observing those who willingly or remorselessly cast aside their own comrades or brethren and is sickened by the idea of superiors who reject their duty to those who trust them.

History:
Not much is known about how Carter developed his powers. Some say through experimentation, others say it was a change in his genes, but his mother says it was the devil. Carter was born into a very religious family in Las Vegas, Nevada. Unfortunately, he did not have a quiet childhood. He was constantly sick, and was in and out of the hospital, mostly due to his body's reaction to his transformations. The doctors never said anything about it, they never looked scared, which led Carter to belive that they were in on something. Unfortunately, he could never get the answer our of them, as time went in though, his brain slowly become accustomed to the transformations, allowing his teenage years to go much more smoothly. Despite that, Carter still searched for answers, his parents told him that he had been posesed by the Devil, but why take him to a doctor? Why did his body reject his transforming, which led him to create 2 theories, one, he was being experimented on, or two, he just could not control the transformations at the time, and he had been born with it. Although this was a situation that he himself wanted solved, Carter pushed this to the back of his mind and went on with his life. Unfortunately, by the end of his third year of college, everything went to hell. An invasion of extraterrestrial beings destroyed everything that he knew, and the virus killed eveyone that he knew. Carter wandered through the remains of Vegas, trying his best to survive one what little he had. During this point, Carter had all the time in the world to think about his secret, and for once in his life, he let go, he became what his parents called the devil, and now searchs for the "doctors", the ones who has answers. Although this is at the top of his list, Carter does not let this search engulf him, and those around him.

@LokiLeo789

It's good. I'm a little wary about how it drains oxygen, though. Could he suffocate someone else with that? How much more durable than you or I is he? How strong are his fire powers? I apologize if it seems like I'm questioning you more than the others, but you do have a quite powerful character and I like to know limits.

Is there still any openings?

@AcerRo

Of course! Plenty of openings for anybody who wants to join.

Post-Apocalyptic Superheroes

I'm thinking of making a tech/powers hybrid Chaotic Neutral character. Think low level powers (durability and can metabolize radiation) and some decent gadgets (modern tech level stuff, but made with alien scrap for superior performance, smaller size, etc. Think arrows made out of hull armor, shock arrows, explosive bullets, encrypted comms, etc.)

@TheUnknowable

That's all fine, but I'd keep the shock arrows and explosive bullets in small supply. Considering regular bullets would be hard to find now a days your character wouldn't exactly be running around with barrel-fulls of such exotic ammunition.