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Zero cursed under his breath when he received no response. Either the com-links were down or the others were too preoccupied. No matter how he sliced it, the ice-meta was on his own it seemed. He forced himself to his feet, trying as hard as he could to ignore the pain. Finally, he dug out a lighter from one of the cabinet drawers and clicked it on to ensure it still worked. Thankfully, a small flame flickered to life from it and that was all Zero needed to see. He staggered his way over to a trash bin and dug out yesterday's newspaper, rolling it up into a cylindrical shape. He ignited the lighter, but before he could hold the paper over the flame he heard the screeching of a man-owl from somewhere behind him. Before he could react any further the mutant bird creature collided with him.

With the bird so close, Zero took the opportunity to get in a devastating blow. An icy, dagger-like blade extended from one of his wrists and he managed to bury it deep in what he hoped was the man-owl's ribcage. Now screeching in pain, the owl and Zero both tumbled to the floor and while the bird mutant writhed in pain Zero desperately searched for the lighter and newspaper, having lost his grip on them during the struggle. He couldn't find them, but he noticed the owl trying to stagger back to its feet, "Oh no, not on your LIFE, you BASTARD!" Zero did the only thing he could think off. As quick as he could manage, he forced his hands around the creature's throat and let his powers take over. A little known fact about most creatures was that their bodies were almost 90% water. That seemed to include the man-owls, as Zero managed to slowly but surely solidify the creature's innards until it became frozen from the inside-out, not exactly a pleasant thing to look at.

The ice-meta breathed heavily, the combination of using his powers like that and his wound surely taking more of a toll on his fatigue than he likely otherwise would be feeling in other situations. He continued looking for the lighter and paper, but they were apparently lost in the struggle, "Damn it... ugh!" Zero grunted, the sharp pain in his side forcing him down to one knee. He failed, or so he thought, anyway. But, like some kind of miracle from on high, another owl crashed into the kitchen and seemed to be lodged into the microwave. That was all it took, as a small fire started up then and there.

Whether he meant to do that or if it was a complete and utter accident, Zero didn't care. El Sasquatcho came through in the pinch, and the whole gym soon found itself in a rush of showering waters, "Let's see how tough you bastards are now..." the ice-meta grunted as he struggled his way back toward the fray. Weakened and beginning to lose blood, Zero stumbled into the main area and thrust his arms out, still trying to ignore the pain, "One instant cold snap... coming right up..." he said with a painful rasp in his voice. His powers started working its magic. All the water now covering the rooms began to drop in temperature, including the bits of it currently soaking the man-owls, "Hope you fuckers like hypothermia!"

Kingdom Hearts: The Keyblade War.

When he awoke, Cyrus realized that not very much time had passed. His nap, or what passed for one anyway, only lasted a few minutes at best. Not surprising, since dreaming of the past rarely ever gave the man rest. When he looked around himself, Cyrus realized the room was... not different, but definitely not the same either. It didn't look as empty, and it was more decorated than it was when he first entered. Such was the nature of the temple, he supposed. It must have reacted to his Heart and arranged the room accordingly. Except... this wasn't at all reflective of Cyrus' Heart, in fact it was more reminiscent of Ren than anything else. Seems his Heart has more prominence than mine here. Interesting.

He glanced at the nightstand table and noticed a framed photo that certainly couldn't have been there before. Picking it up, Cyrus looked at it more closely. It depicted a man wearing a white cloak, and two boys at either side of him. Having little desire to remember this particular memory, Cyrus placed the picture in the nightstand drawer so it wouldn't be on display anymore. He left the room, then, deciding that he wanted to stretch his legs, though really that was an excuse to get out the bedroom so he wouldn't have to be reminded of the past.

After wandering back toward the entrance chamber, Cyrus took a quick look down the Light Hallway, the one he did not travel down earlier. Indeed it was lined up with pictures and portraits of what was meant to be seen as happy memories, though it only took a bit of reading between the lines to figure out that most of the smiles were mere masks to hide the suffering most of these Wielders had endured through out the war. Still, this hallway was more pleasant to look at than the other one with its trophies of war and conquest. Cyrus then stopped suddenly, one of the many pictures caught his attention, and for good reason, because he himself was featured in it, "How is this possible?" he asked aloud, having stopped and was now staring intently at the photo. He wasn't alone in the picture, others were there as well, six others to be exact. Apart from his young adult self, Cyrus also recognized Ren with his blond hair and scarlet red scarf. Then there were the others, one of them a young oriental man in Chinese attire; another had dark skin and bore tribal tattoos all over his body, most being visible due to him remaining shirtless; then there was a boy and girl wearing mostly red and blue respectively who were alike enough to be siblings, and were in fact twins; the last one, like the young Cyrus, stood a bit by himself, standing out thanks to the wide-brimmed hat he wore. They were all around the same or similar ages, and the only person missing from the photo was their Master because he was the one who used the camera to take the photo in the first place.

Cyrus knew and remembered everyone in the photo, but that was not why he was so surprised, "This photo was destroyed..." he said to himself thoughtfully, "...I know it was. I was there when it happened. So how...?" he stared at the photo some more and finally said, "Seems this temple is determined to make me remember..."

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El Sasqatcho does have an alternate universe counterpart... and his name's JOHN CENA!

...I'll just show myself out. xD

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Things almost immediately went FUBAR. They used Ves to essentially kick in the door, as it were, and from there the gym became engulfed in chaos and fighting. Ice-fists at the ready, Zero moved to launch himself into an uppercut against an approaching Owl-Man. The idea was to let him make the first move and, once it dived itself closer, Zero would hopefully strike fast enough to knock it off course, preferably down to the floor where he could conceivably finish it off. Zero's punch hit, but he barely missed the window of opportunity and grunted painfully when the owl's talon's grabbed him at the ribs and then flung him over the nearby kitchen counter. From somewhere in the other room, he heard a scream that sounded like Parasite. No, no no! He was not going to let this end like the last missions! He refused to!

Feeling warm bleeding from his side, Zero staggered to get up, but stayed low behind the counter so the owl might hopefully believe it successfully killed him. Zero cursed under breath, realizing now that direct attacks against these things just wasn't feasible for him. He just didn't have the kind of strength or durability that 'Squatcho or Levi had. A moment of thought and he decided what his strategy should be. These owl-men attacked from the air, so the only reasonable way to go about fighting them would have to be to take that advantage away from them, but how? Then it struck him, something he remembered from Biology class earlier that semester. Birds' wings were only strong enough to lift the bird themselves in flight, and small prey if the bird if question was a predator. If soaked, their feathers and bodies could become too heavy to remain lifted by the wings. Ducks were the only exception, since their feathers were evolved and groomed in a such a way that water literally slid right off their backs. Somehow Zero doubted that these owl-men could say the same for themselves. He just hoped the earpieces were still working.

"We need to... activate the sprinkler system!" he attempted to say through his piece, having to interrupt himself for a painful breath, "Birds can't fly as well when... ugh, when wet!" after that he frantically looked around himself in the kitchen. Surely there had to be a lighter or something laying around. He just needed some fire, even a small flame would do along as he could get it to reach the smoke detectors.

Justice League: Futures End

Got my char approved via PM so I took the liberty of posting it directly to the char tab.

Justice League: Futures End

Hero Archetype: Original
Name: Patrick Shay
Alias: Revenant
Age: 26
Team: Free Agent
Powers: On his own, Shay is just a human, no different than any other. The demon sharing his body on the other hand, does have power. Any powers Shay appears to have or use is done so only because the demon, Alastor, consents it. If Alastor doesn't feel like being helpful or wants to "teach" Shay a lesson, then none of his powers will work. On the contrary, should complete control be surrendered to him, then Alastor is able to wield the full extent of his powers through Shay. Also noteworthy, is that should Shay be killed, then Alastor dies with him, so it's usually in the demon's best interest to keep Shay alive even if he doesn't always agree with his host's decisions.

Alastor, an Assassin Demon, possesses a chameleon power that allows him to bend light around him and blend into his environments like an actual chameleon. He can also completely stop his breathing and even heartbeats to maintain total silence, though this can only be done for moments at a time. Alastor possesses a level of strength that is average for his kind, that is to say he could lift a car or punch a hole through a brick wall. He can tap into a healing factor to rapidly recover from grisly wounds. As he has lived for quite a long time, Alastor has had several decades, perhaps even centuries, to learn and master a wide variety of human weaponry and fighting skills. Powers beyond these all stem from the use of Alastor's rather unique sword, affectionately called the Soul Reaver.

Equipment: Alastor's sword, the Soul Reaver, is a powerful weapon forged in the flames in Hell. Weapons forged in Hellfire are generally sharper than any human-made blade, and are nigh unbreakable except by weapons forged in Heaven. Though in the case of Heavenly weapons, it's more likely that the swords would shatter each other, as their powers tend to cancel one another out. What makes the Soul Reaver special, however, is that it's been infused with the silver from a succubus' soul-stealing ring. As such, the blade will actually devour the souls of those it kills and their power, to a certain extent, is added to the wielder. Alastor has already used the blade to thwart assassination attempts and with it can attack with deadly fire-elemental strikes normally used by fire demons known as Efreet. Below are more specific examples of the blade's powers:

• Wings of the Damned: A pair of wings, made completely of fire that sprout from the back. They give the power of flight, and can also be wrapped around the body to form a fiery, protective shield against some attacks.
• Hell Razor: This powerful gout of flame is sent through the tip of the sword, where it then races along the ground at blazing speed, appearing like a razor wave along its path, which is how it earned its name. The flames can also be kept on the blade and augment future slashes and thrusts with fiery power.
• Blood of the Accursed: Non-lethal wounds inflicted by the Soul Reaver could be considered cursed in some ways. For one thing, recovery from them is often abnormally slow and, depending on the situation, using a healing power to speed it along will actually have the opposite effect and slow it even further, perhaps even worsening the injuries as a result.

Weaknesses: The the combination of Alastor and the Soul Reaver seems insurmountable, but that couldn't be further from the truth. His strength, while considerable from a human perspective, is still on the lower end of the overall power scale when compared to the likes of Superman, Captain Marvel, and the like. His healing factor, though advantageous, does not prevent injury and any wound suffered will still be every bit as painful as it would naturally be until healed, and even then there could still be lingering soreness in the case of particularly serious injuries. It's no secret that the Soul Reaver is the source of the majority of Alastor's power, so separating the sword from its master is a prime method of rendering him weaker than he otherwise would be. While he isn't completely vulnerable to divine power, Alastor still has an aversion to it and his healing factor tends to be a bit slower when healing wounds caused by such. As for Shay, he is completely human, so if one were to find a way to completely exorcise Alastor from his body he would be left powerless and more or less useless.

Personality: Shay was once a perfectly normal human being. He looked out for number one, but would still help his fellow man if able to, like any decent human being would do. Ever since meeting Alastor, though, Shay has become much more cynical and embittered. That's not to say he doesn't help when needed, because he will still save a life given the opportunity. He's just become a bit more jaded about it. In his defense, though, being possessed by a demon and ending up on Hell's radar is a fairly understandable justification for his personality change.

And then there's Alastor. Being a demon, Alastor is obviously no saint. On the contrary, he can be quite the cold-hearted bastard. He'd sooner let someone be murdered or die in a fire than risk drawing attention to himself, and often berates Shay's heroics as a "waste of time". Though if one were to force his hand, they'd best be prepared, Alastor's fury knows no mercy, or restraint for that matter. If angered enough he will burn a whole city block to the ground just to kill whoever pissed him off. "There's no kill like overkill", indeed.

Appearance: Shay is of average height, around 5' 10''. He weighs 175 pounds and possesses a slightly-above average build. He has somewhat sharp facial features, though they're difficult to see due to the short, but somewhat scruffy facial hair on his face. His hair is short, usually combed forward with a slight part and is a sandy, reddish brown color. His clothes consist primarily of a leather jacket, blue jeans, black cowboy boots, and biker gloves. Not particularly imaginative, but Shay doesn't really bother with the whole costume thing as of yet. Under his clothes, Shay's back, arms, and shoulders are covered in black markings that almost appear to be burned in like some kind of demonic branding.

Brief Bio: Alastor served hell as an Assassin for many long centuries. In Hell, every demon, every soul, everything, has its place. Every so often there may be an occasional attempt at rebellion, but they've always been put down, sometimes by Alastor himself. That all changed one fateful day when Alastor's target happened to be a Succubus. Upon killing her, he discovered a silvery ring on her finger and realized that these rings were how Succubi could devour souls and gain power. The seed of greed was planted, and Alastor pocketed the ring for himself. He secretly melted the ring down and fused it with his sword. Ever since, Alastor's sword began devouring the souls of its victims to add to its power, and thus Alastor named it the Soul Reaver. Alastor went rogue after that, using the Soul Reaver to slay his fellow demons and make himself stronger. He proved a difficult target, as his prior experience as an Assassin allowed him to predict his enemies' tactics and with each failed assassination attempt he only became stronger.

This went on until Alastor learned that his actions had actually gotten the attention of Neron, a powerful upper level demon often regarded as a King of Hell. No match for Neron, even with his new levels of power, Alastor fled from Hell and went into hiding on Earth, taking the Soul Reaver with him. However, he knew that demons could not physically exist on Earth for extended periods of time, which was why they often had to possess humans. Even then, this was almost always temporary since humans had a tendency to resist possession. But Alastor was nothing if not smart. If he could convince a human to take him willingly, then he could stay in hiding on Earth indefinitely.

Patrick Shay was born in Boston to Irish immigrants. "The first Shay to be born in America," his parents would always say about him. Shay had a pretty good childhood, all things considered. His father Robert owned a local pub and for a time Shay worked there as a cook and bartender. He was content with himself, ready and willing to inherit the bar when the time came. But these stories rarely end happily. Shay was driving home one night when a drunk driver smashed into his car. The other driver was either dead or passed out drunk, and Shay lay halfway out of his car mortally wounded. Shay fought to stay conscious and was paid off when he heard a voice, "I can save you... if you let me in."

Shay, unsure of what those words meant or what it was he was actually agreeing to, said yes out of desperation. He blacked out soon after, and woke up several hours later in the hospital with his parents both sitting at his bedside. Shay later learned that, against all odds, he managed to forcibly free himself from his car and dial 911. But Shay only remembered losing consciousness, and that's when a familiar voice spoke up in his mind, "That's because you did lose consciousness. Saving yourself and miraculously surviving what should have been fatal wounds? That was my doing." It was only now that Alastor fully explained things to Shay. The demon saved his life and promised to continue doing so if needed should Shay simply allow him to remain inside.

"Do I have a choice?" thought Shay, the demon hearing those thoughts.

"Of course. Though I should warn you, having me in you could put you on the radar of some rather powerful and dangerous enemies. If they decide it's worthwhile to target you to get at me then you'll most certainly want to have me around to fend them off."

That all happened about two years ago. Shay sort of became a drifter since then. Roaming from town to town, keeping to himself but helping people in trouble occasionally, much to Alastor's chagrin. Shay and Alastor have had to fight an occasional demon from time to time, and once they do it prompts Shay to get on the move again. Neither Shay nor his newfound demonic companion have any desire to be caught by Neron's lackeys, or worse, Neron himself.

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So... the interest check didn't do anything for us. Still just the five of us @Sigil, @Double, @Weird Tales, @rocketrobie2. Since 75% of you are also among the cast in Futures End, what's the call on this one? Double, if you could go Advanced I'd tell you to submit a CS for Futures End. So far it's been going well and Sigil's character will be coming in shortly.

~KL~

@The Kid Lantern

I could, but that cast of characters looks well-rounded as is. I don't think there's anything in particular I could add by joining.

Kingdom Hearts: The Keyblade War.

Bump?

Villain in a Half Shell (TMNT)

It was cold. It was cold, dark, and it was raining. In way it was poetic. Almost like a bookend, as if it were some kind of scripted tragedy. But no, there was nothing scripted or fake about this night, it was very real. Four dark figures stood atop the Empire State Building, weapons in hand. A staff, a pair of nunchucks, sai, and even swords. Three figures with green skin, hard shells, and multicolored bandanna stared down the fourth, who appeared to wear armor, a cape, and even a masked helmet on his head. Lightning flashed as the three turtles circled their armored opponent, ready to strike but holding themselves back. Having had enough, the red-bandanna'd turtle lunged with an enraged growl. His attack, though strong and seemingly unstoppable, parried harmlessly off of his target's blades and he was thrown to the side. This set off the other two, who attacked simultaneously from flanking sides, but even that didn't seem to be enough and they were thrown to the ground along with their brother.

Down but not out, all three turtles got back to their feet, and attacked their enemy together. This time they fared much better, the sai-wielding turtle managing a non-lethal stab into his enemy's side. The masked swordsman staggered for a moment, but when the other two turtles went in for a finishing blow, his adrenaline reached its peak and he not only stopped their attack, but ran one of his blades through each of them before dropping them from the roof to the streets below.

With an inhuman scream, the remaining turtle leaped at his opponent in a feral rage, stabbing and cutting with his sai as much as he possibly could. The armored ninja managed to throw the angry turtle off of him, but not before his helmet was knocked off and his face suffering a rather serious cut from the forehead down across his mouth. He staggered to his feet, spat some blood onto the ground, and watched his enemy do the same.

"I told you..." grunted the turtle, his Brooklyn accent coming through slightly, "...that I'd make you look me in face before this was over! You were supposed to be the leader! The best of us! You-" before the turtle could go on, his opponent lunged forth and with expert speed and precision, thrust one of his blades in the turtle's ribs before kicking him over the edge of the roof.

Alone now, the armored ninja let the rain wash the blood from his blades before sheathing them. He silently bent down to pick up his helmet, taking a moment to notice his reflection on it before putting it back. His reflection... which bore the face of a turtle, one that once wore a tattered blue bandanna. Just before putting the helmet back on, he was approached by a small horde of black-clad ninja, one of them a woman who came closer as the others knelt down, "A well-fought victory... Master Shredder."

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So basically, as you can tell from the above introduction, things haven't exactly gone well for the heroes on the half-shell. Some time after defeating the Shredder, the Foot Clan returned and, though without its master, proved to still be a threat to the city. The four turtles fought them, of course, but it became increasingly clear to Leonardo that the fighting would have no end. And so, desperate to put a stop their violent feud, Leonardo did the unthinkable. He took control of the Foot himself, allowing the mantle of Shredder to fall on his shoulders. His original intention was to use his authority as the new Shredder to put an end to the Foot Clan's criminal ways and use them as a force for good. Unfortunately this mission, like many of its kind through out history, became distorted over time. Some years after taking over the clan, the Shredder (Leo) declared New York to be under his "protection". By this time he had retrained the Foot Ninja into a much more competent and formidable fighting force than it ever had been, and so there were none who could stop their take over.

Up until this point, Leonardo's brothers had refrained from attacking him under strict orders from Master Splinter. Splinter believed that somewhere in his heart, the old Leo was still there. But Leo's takeover of New York was too much for the old rat's heart, the devastation actually sending him into a fatal cardiac arrest. Their mentor gone, the turtles had nothing restraining them any longer. They challenged Leonardo, leading to the introduction scene above.

New York is at an all-time low point. The Foot Clan seems to rule the city with a sort of martial law. Gang's have become more numerous than ever. Former vigilante Casey Jones tried to bring the former gangs together to oppose the Foot. However, old rivalries kept getting in the way, and the former leaders didn't like the idea of taking orders from Jones. There was a mutiny, and Jones was beaten nearly to death, saved only by intervention from the Foot Clan of all people, who put Jones in a hospital under their protection and control, no doubt Leo wished to save Jones for old time's sake if nothing else.

So that is where the city stands. The Foot all but rule New York, with Leonardo taking on the role of Shredder. Casey Jones hospitalized in a coma he may not be able to awaken from, and the other turtles considered dead, though Leo was only able to confirm the deaths of Mikey and Don, so Raph could still very well be alive out there, though if he is he's chosen to stay in hiding.

All that being said, anyone interested in trying to save New York from the Shredder's tyranny?