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I always heard that staring at the SUN was bad for my eyes, but I see only good things :D
After seeing skittlez pic is it so wrong to want a taste of the rainbow?
Love the hay tyler!!!, but I have to say I think I might look better in it xD
Yep, So where ever your character is thats where you will meet Rokhan.
~Rokhan~
Sitting hunched over a blank slab of obsidian Rokhan contemplated just how to control the ever growing number of super powered individuals popping up over the globe. Deep in his heart he knew he had little hope of containing all of them; he would still try. His desire to confine them wasn’t born of fear, hate, or the need to show his own power but instead the need to protect those who could not protect themselves. He let his mind briefly touch the iron door that guarded his memory’s flooding him with the the sights, sounds, and smells of a redheaded girl he only wished he could see again. Her name was Kate. She was eighteen in this vision with her skin still pale enough that the sunbeams seemed to use her as a beacon. A white stemmed rose with brilliant shining petals of red. His vision of beauty flashed quickly to a different red, this time she was older, twenty two, her skin broken like rice paper torn to shreds. Hair that once held the red hues of life now soaked on the dark thickening liquids of death. Rokhan cringed slamming that heavy iron door of his mind closed.
With a mild shake in his hand he pressed two fingers lightly into the obsidian. Instead of meeting the resistance of cold stone it gave way under his will as if it were a liquid. A ripple cascaded over through and into the rock, as it passed over the smooth surface tiny shapes began to rise. They started as crude shapes slowly gaining detail the further the ripple went until the whole surface of the table was the exact replica of a small city. Rokhan sat in complete stillness as he focused his minds eye on the city his hands placed on the stone floor between crossed legs creating a link between him and the earth. While connected to stone he was able to become sturdier, “see” through the stone as if the whole world was able to become an extension of his senses. The sensation was close to overwhelming unless he was able to channel what he was seeing into something solid like the table before him. The buildings grew spreading out from the middle pushing some to the edges of the table where they were swallowed down to the underside. In the center of the table walked an obsidian figure masked in obscurity, Rokhans stone sight could make ouy nearly any structure he focused on, could pinpoint any foot falls he knew, could tell when a drop of blood hit the ground. However when it came to seeing into buildings or trying to make out exact details of a moving person his ability became harder to maintain, harder to focus. Instead it gave him a broad view of what was going on, if not a detailed view.
With a sigh to break his trance and connection to his sight Rokhan with drew from the room he called the Scrying Chamber. He had located a hand full of new Supers that needed to be confronted and tested to see if they were good at heart or if they too would end up in holding like the last eighteen he had found. Those ones were bad beyond a doubt, or simply crazy due to their new power of from their minds not being able to control their new bodies. His luck so far had been less than good, out of the twenty three supers he had found only five had been able to properly control their power and were going to use their power for the greater good. Two of those he left alone because they wanted to go it alone, the other three had been killed by a super he now had locked up. Rokhan would settle for anyone seeking justice, vengeance or even some one that “removed” supers to protect those that couldn’t defend them selves. He himself would prefer not to kill anyone unless he deemed it absolutely necessary. Thats what BlackBall was for, to preserve life and hopefully someday be able to help those inside that needed it. Rokhan shivers with the fear that it may never happen, that all he has done is make things worse by forcing himself on the world. As the shiver passes he steels himself and continues on his way to the only exit to BlackBall prison.
Sitting hunched over a blank slab of obsidian Rokhan contemplated just how to control the ever growing number of super powered individuals popping up over the globe. Deep in his heart he knew he had little hope of containing all of them; he would still try. His desire to confine them wasn’t born of fear, hate, or the need to show his own power but instead the need to protect those who could not protect themselves. He let his mind briefly touch the iron door that guarded his memory’s flooding him with the the sights, sounds, and smells of a redheaded girl he only wished he could see again. Her name was Kate. She was eighteen in this vision with her skin still pale enough that the sunbeams seemed to use her as a beacon. A white stemmed rose with brilliant shining petals of red. His vision of beauty flashed quickly to a different red, this time she was older, twenty two, her skin broken like rice paper torn to shreds. Hair that once held the red hues of life now soaked on the dark thickening liquids of death. Rokhan cringed slamming that heavy iron door of his mind closed.
With a mild shake in his hand he pressed two fingers lightly into the obsidian. Instead of meeting the resistance of cold stone it gave way under his will as if it were a liquid. A ripple cascaded over through and into the rock, as it passed over the smooth surface tiny shapes began to rise. They started as crude shapes slowly gaining detail the further the ripple went until the whole surface of the table was the exact replica of a small city. Rokhan sat in complete stillness as he focused his minds eye on the city his hands placed on the stone floor between crossed legs creating a link between him and the earth. While connected to stone he was able to become sturdier, “see” through the stone as if the whole world was able to become an extension of his senses. The sensation was close to overwhelming unless he was able to channel what he was seeing into something solid like the table before him. The buildings grew spreading out from the middle pushing some to the edges of the table where they were swallowed down to the underside. In the center of the table walked an obsidian figure masked in obscurity, Rokhans stone sight could make ouy nearly any structure he focused on, could pinpoint any foot falls he knew, could tell when a drop of blood hit the ground. However when it came to seeing into buildings or trying to make out exact details of a moving person his ability became harder to maintain, harder to focus. Instead it gave him a broad view of what was going on, if not a detailed view.
With a sigh to break his trance and connection to his sight Rokhan with drew from the room he called the Scrying Chamber. He had located a hand full of new Supers that needed to be confronted and tested to see if they were good at heart or if they too would end up in holding like the last eighteen he had found. Those ones were bad beyond a doubt, or simply crazy due to their new power of from their minds not being able to control their new bodies. His luck so far had been less than good, out of the twenty three supers he had found only five had been able to properly control their power and were going to use their power for the greater good. Two of those he left alone because they wanted to go it alone, the other three had been killed by a super he now had locked up. Rokhan would settle for anyone seeking justice, vengeance or even some one that “removed” supers to protect those that couldn’t defend them selves. He himself would prefer not to kill anyone unless he deemed it absolutely necessary. Thats what BlackBall was for, to preserve life and hopefully someday be able to help those inside that needed it. Rokhan shivers with the fear that it may never happen, that all he has done is make things worse by forcing himself on the world. As the shiver passes he steels himself and continues on his way to the only exit to BlackBall prison.
Character name: Rokhan Dez
Powers: Full elemental control over stone, metal, and earth.
Shaping: Able to shape solid ground through thought temporarily giving it the properties of water. Common uses; sink hole, chains, protective barriers, swords, projectile weapons.
Sense: Ability to expand senses through contact to earth, primarily effecting sight and sound. Can only be used with perfect concentration while connected to earth.
Power source: Direct link to Ley Lines, the elemental forces that power the earth. Awoke one morning blinded by blazing white light that only he could see, it diminished over the course of a week to a faint web that crisscrosses across everything. The tendrils of the web range from thin like tread to as thick as his forearm. Then there are places where these tendrils of all sizes weave and cross to form huge rivers of earth energy. Rokhan has only reached out to this energy once. After that he was able to bend Earth to his will, he has thought about trying to touch it again but hasn’t yet in fear it will knock him out for longer than two weeks.
Defining moment: Kate the love of his life tore herself apart in front of his eyes. He was unable to do anything to stop her until the loss of blood combined with her body going into shock that stopped her hands, more like bone claws by this point, from digging through her flesh. He of course had tried to stop her leaving him almost as bloody as she was, her hands tore at him as if she was an insane beast. Her eyes, he stared into her eyes almost the entire time unless shut in pain that burned him to his core, those eyes looked horrified as if she could see everything she was doing and could do nothing to stop it. That look in here eye never faded even after she had. It would never fade from Rokhan.
It wasnt till the next month that the news started reporting more and more people going nuts and tearing themselves apart. After Rokhan gained his power he knew, in his heart, that someone like him must have had the power to drive peoples bodies to tear themselves to ribbons. His goal is to find out who, why, were, and how he is going to end their life in the most painful way possible.
~BlackBall Prison~
Created January 1st 2014 by Rokhan Dez in order to prepare for the event other super powered individuals needed to be contained. A black sphere tucked under the earth with four spikes jutting out to point in all four directions of the compass, the north spike bridges to the east spike, and the south to the west. Total length from spike to spike .5 miles. Diameter of the Ball .25 miles. The outer shell is comprised of diamond bonded obsidian three feet thick, inner shell a mix of dirt, water, and trace minerals all spinning and flowing at speeds able to grind a solid steel rod to nothing if it is lightly pressed against the four foot deep torrent. After its creation Rokhan passed out for two weeks under the hill where his prison rested. Shortly after he awoke he admitted the first resident of BlackBall. With in three weeks Rokhan had found and captured the following seventeen.
Current location: Hidden in the foothills of Montana.
Powers: Full elemental control over stone, metal, and earth.
Shaping: Able to shape solid ground through thought temporarily giving it the properties of water. Common uses; sink hole, chains, protective barriers, swords, projectile weapons.
Sense: Ability to expand senses through contact to earth, primarily effecting sight and sound. Can only be used with perfect concentration while connected to earth.
Power source: Direct link to Ley Lines, the elemental forces that power the earth. Awoke one morning blinded by blazing white light that only he could see, it diminished over the course of a week to a faint web that crisscrosses across everything. The tendrils of the web range from thin like tread to as thick as his forearm. Then there are places where these tendrils of all sizes weave and cross to form huge rivers of earth energy. Rokhan has only reached out to this energy once. After that he was able to bend Earth to his will, he has thought about trying to touch it again but hasn’t yet in fear it will knock him out for longer than two weeks.
Defining moment: Kate the love of his life tore herself apart in front of his eyes. He was unable to do anything to stop her until the loss of blood combined with her body going into shock that stopped her hands, more like bone claws by this point, from digging through her flesh. He of course had tried to stop her leaving him almost as bloody as she was, her hands tore at him as if she was an insane beast. Her eyes, he stared into her eyes almost the entire time unless shut in pain that burned him to his core, those eyes looked horrified as if she could see everything she was doing and could do nothing to stop it. That look in here eye never faded even after she had. It would never fade from Rokhan.
It wasnt till the next month that the news started reporting more and more people going nuts and tearing themselves apart. After Rokhan gained his power he knew, in his heart, that someone like him must have had the power to drive peoples bodies to tear themselves to ribbons. His goal is to find out who, why, were, and how he is going to end their life in the most painful way possible.
~BlackBall Prison~
Created January 1st 2014 by Rokhan Dez in order to prepare for the event other super powered individuals needed to be contained. A black sphere tucked under the earth with four spikes jutting out to point in all four directions of the compass, the north spike bridges to the east spike, and the south to the west. Total length from spike to spike .5 miles. Diameter of the Ball .25 miles. The outer shell is comprised of diamond bonded obsidian three feet thick, inner shell a mix of dirt, water, and trace minerals all spinning and flowing at speeds able to grind a solid steel rod to nothing if it is lightly pressed against the four foot deep torrent. After its creation Rokhan passed out for two weeks under the hill where his prison rested. Shortly after he awoke he admitted the first resident of BlackBall. With in three weeks Rokhan had found and captured the following seventeen.
Current location: Hidden in the foothills of Montana.
Also, its kinda bugging me I missed the E in the Title.... its like I can't spell heroes x.x
@knighthawk: Looks good, like the way your character handled my hypothetical. Accepted
@slingshot: Accepted.
Im working on an intro post , after I post it everyone can make a post introducing their character and if you could describe their location and where they happen to be exactly that would be great.
The first post for us all will be the First of February 2014, just after four fifteen your character will encounter me, so your first post can lead up to four fifteen? Does that make sense? Also this day will be know for the first day of Super Heroes, so feel free to make a scene or do some good in the world that will get you noticed.
@slingshot: Accepted.
Im working on an intro post , after I post it everyone can make a post introducing their character and if you could describe their location and where they happen to be exactly that would be great.
The first post for us all will be the First of February 2014, just after four fifteen your character will encounter me, so your first post can lead up to four fifteen? Does that make sense? Also this day will be know for the first day of Super Heroes, so feel free to make a scene or do some good in the world that will get you noticed.
Are you going to finish those LetsFly?
Thanks Whisket, its probably the best mask I've made so far. Just need to decorate it a bit. XD its for sale too if you're interested lol
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