Earnest Evans

Monsters Hotel

Djedkare stifled a groan as this 16-year-old angel boasted of how he apparently commanded the armies of the nation he let get destroyed. Djedkare merely leaned forward and toussled Jack's hair.

"Sure ya are, boy. Sure ya are. If ya need me t' dry yer tears an' tell you it's okay t' cry about yer parents, my room number is 212. That's floor 2, just down the hall from the soda machine. Try not t' talk about yer 'exploits' as an angel, boy, this place is fulla parasites an' maneaters. Th' reck'nin' is comin', boy, and you'd best know whose side yer on."

At that, Djedkare stepped away from the bar, and headed into the crowd, looking for a better conversation. The crowd was thick with thralls, still enthusiastically carrying out their mistress's last orders. Some were settled in the pool, others shakily danced and drank from empty glasses, and still others were making a concentrated effort to simulate flirting with one another. Already, the crowd at the pool was showing signs of wear and tear; their fingers were wrinkled as raisins, and their eyes were bloodshot from chlorine exposure.

Djedkare spotted a strange figure in the crowd, one who held his mental faculties in high esteem. This one was wearing a gaudy pimp coat with traditional Japanese garb underneath. The contrast between purple felt and white silk made for a sight that would be impossible to miss. Djedkari smiled from ear to ear, and embraced Kakutoku Sha warmly.
"It is good to see even a Theban in these trying times! Tell me, kind priest, how goes your relations with the savages of the Mediterranean?"

@Professor_Wyvern

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That just makes your attempt at one-upping Djedkare even more ridiculous. Are you seriously trying to say that a 16-year-old orphan became the general of all of Heaven's forces, defeated Satan in single combat, somehow lost the war even after defeating The Devil Himself, and now spends his time fleeing for his life from comparatively pathetic demons and crying about how badly he screwed up as a general?

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@Warlord297, your character was born and abandoned as a child during the "great war". Him becoming a general is about as likely as Djedkare being the president of the United States. He's currently sixteen years old, for Christ's sakes!

Monster Name/Jack
Other Names/Protector of the universe, Slayer of the demons, and Gitanius
Monster type/angelic warrior
Appearance/Short and very young and was born with deadly razor sharp angelic wings, constantly in battle and also a very good fighter not a single living creature has defeated him or his guardian(the guardian lurks within his mind to defeated the guardian u must enter his mind).
Personality/fierce in battle, sky against strangers,he's a kind-hearted young boy, and very creative, helpful in meds as well
Bio/abandoned when born during the great war. Jack's parents are currently dead and hopes to find someone who will care for him. Very protective against his own territory but will fight by yr side. No one knows the boy's past and hopes to tell to story to someone he can trust but for now he is exhausted and managed to get away from all who wants to kill jack and seeks a place to stay. And right now jack is currently homeless because he is always on the move and hopes that he has enough juice in him to make it to a safe place.
Other/Jack has a special transformation that no one knows. He also has very unique fighting styles, and can craft and repair things like no other. Also jack is currently 16yrs old, he may be young but is more powerful than u think.]Always carries a titanium chain, a sword for defense, and heavy mallet, and spare supplies just in case and jack will fight alongside you.

@Warlord297

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Djedkare gave Jack a blank stare, and quietly rose from his seat. Djedkare, shaking ever so slightly, advanced on Jack with nothing but sorrow in his eyes. With his leathery whip of a hand, Djedkare gave Jack a dope slap. The sound of his ancient hand striking Jack's forehead made a hollow 'thwap'. There was sorrow in Djedkare's voice as he stared down at Jack.

"Your presumptuous nature betrays your lack of awareness, boy. Do you not think that I know of war and loss? It was I who led the doomed scouts of the Fifth Dynasty into Punt and Byblos. It was I who fought and bled in the war against the Demons of Smokeless Fire. All I have done for my people, I have done at the cost of my loved ones. And yet, here we are!"

Djedkare's tone became altogether more venomous. His fists clenched and unclenched as he paced around Jack.

"I, the Pharaoh of the Fifth Dynasty, have lost everything in death! I, who have passed the Trials of the Forty-Two Judges. I, who weighed my heart against Maat and was found without sin! I, who have passed beyond Anubis with a smile on my face, only to awaken in a sealed sarcophagus! I, who was released into the world to see my works returned to the shifting sands from whence they came! All you have seen of your people's destruction is pathetic compared to the horrors shown to me in the afterlife! The pain you have felt as you groped blindly through the world as a babe set loose in the reeds is nothing compared to the unending nightmare that was my revivification!"

Djedkare at last got ahold of himself, and sighed deeply.
"Listen, boy. You have suffered a great injustice, and you do not have the experience to handle it. If you take anything from our meeting, it is this: cling not to the past, lest the present evade you. That sword of yours is an emotional crutch that will do nothing but prevent you from moving on; it will forever be a wound in your side that your enemies will gladly abuse. You should never think that you are alone in your misery; there are many lost souls out there, and the only things preventing them from finding their place is their own guilt. You would do well to settle down and find a safe place. Do as I do and avoid calling attention to yourselfs. I'll be glad if I can help."

@Warlord297

Titans Together!

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[Edited]

This rp takes place in an alternate dimension. I'm not basing this completely off of anything, so just to be on the safe side I'll say I'm basing it on the pre-52. New 52 just hasn't really struck my fancy.

@KriticalKrab

There's nothing wrong with basing a setting off the cartoons, you know. They're some of the best depictions of the era, especially regarding Static Shock and Teen Titans. Since this seems like a more street-level hero setting, I'd say taking cues from them would be perfect.

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As Jack began speaking in a recently-dead language, Djedkare frowned gently. Placing a well-wishing hand on Jack's shoulder and bringing Jack's chin up to meet Djedkare's, Djedkare soothed Jack as best he could.

"Hey, sport. It's gonna be okay. We all gotta suffer some hardships in life. You know, I wouldn't beat myself up over losing my family, those kind'a things happen t'everyone!"

Djedkare spared a glance at Jack's sword. The boy had said something about how it was ancient and how it was missing a magical something or other. Judging by how pathetic it looked right now, that something or other was vitally important. Djedkare scoffed at the ridiculous habit these young'uns had when designing things. Way too many moving parts that, if broken off, would ruin the whole device!

"Now, listen: if that sword'a yers is made of a material that ain't reforgeable and can be ruined by takin' out that little kerjigger you got, I ain't too confident it's gonna help ya. You need yourself a tool made of sterner stuff. Now, see, when I was your age, I used a good old-fashioned copper spear and a sling. It worked fer me, an' it's sure as hell gonna work fer you. 'Sides from that, you're gonna need t' grow a thicker skin. If ya cry every time ya think about yer hometown, you ain't gonna make it as an adult. Put the past behind ya, an' you'll be better off in the future!"

Djedkare looked hopefully into Jack's eyes. Maybe this child would be able to get over such a small thing as having his hometown destroyed. After all, Djedkare could get over spending the last few centuries trapped in a coffin and the loss of everything he ever knew.

@Warlord297

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Djedkare gave Jack a confused look, trying to decipher what he just said. Finally, he snapped his fingers and grinned, as if the truth was in front of him the entire time. This fellow had prayed to the gods and enchanted his sword! Such an event was hardly unheard-of, but to see it gone like this was disconcerting. Djedkare supposed that this boy blasphemed and, thus, lost the god-given right to use this weapon. And here he was, complaining about missing a gear! Oh, those young'uns and their theological illiteracy!

"So it's a magic sword, huh? So you got yourself three blades in there, 'cuz... you don't like the look'a the other two, I guess. Sounds to me like you'd be better off with just yer favorite sword an' use that all the time. How's it work, anyway?"

Titans Together!

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Also countered by salt.
So. All's well until you crash into a cyber cafe.

@SilverDawn

You'd need a lot of salt to dissolve something like that, I think.

Titans Together!

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Change Society to League, since the JSA doesn't exit here, other than that I accept. I'm hesitant to do this since you basically possess people, he kinda reminds me of another teen titans character. But since people can resist you I suppose I can accept this.

@KriticalKrab

Way ahead of you, friend. I've determined that Homefront will never possess any heroes or villains already being controlled by someone else. This would probably extend to @clanjos's monster contestants, despite how unlikely that is.

Also, one question: What (set of) universe(s) is this RP based out of? Is it just the New 52?

Titans Together!

Name: Jon Fawn

Alias: Homefront

Age: 35 at time of accident

Personality: Jon is zealous to a fault, owing to his powers. If he sets his mind to something, he will not stop until it is completed. However, his powers have given him a slightly skewed sense of morality. He does not treat life as sacred and will march his hosts into the fires of Hell itself in the pursuit of justice. When not occupied by the pursuit of justice, Jon is doting and fatherly.

Powers: Possession: Jon can take control of any sufficiently unpowered individual, giving them supernaturally-enhanced speed, strength, and endurance. When possessed, his host reverts to the average peak physical fitness of a member of the host's species. Cripples suddenly become able to walk and talk, the critically wounded's condition rapidly improves, and the artificially-enhanced suddenly lose their artificial enhancements. Jon's hosts are physically incapable of being killed, though trauma that would induce unconsciousness will force Jon to stop possessing them and revert the host to the condition they were in prior to possession.

While he lacks any physical means of communication, Jon is still capable of communicating with the world by ever-so-slightly extending his powers into the consciousnesses surrounding him. This telepathic speech is only blocked by psychic defenses or disruptors.

Weakness: Jon is only capable of interacting with the world so long as he has potential hosts. Powerful and exceptionally willful beings are entirely exempt from possession. If Jon's possession is broken on a previously wounded or disabled target, their wounds and disabilities will immediately return, potentially landing them in critical condition.
Technology and magic that disrupt psychic energy is extremely painful to Jon, but not sufficient to force him out of a possessed state.

Appearance: Jon's appearance depends on who he's controlling. When attempting to possess a host, Jon appears as a light cloud of condensation that is largely invisible to those not within close range.

Bio: Jon Fawn was once a loving father and a brilliant neuroscientist studying the theory of the "collective consciousness", an abstract idea that humans as a whole share ideas through cultural osmosis and some ill-defined "network" of minds.

While testing his theory in a cushy New York laboratory, tragedy struck at the same time the dreaded Ultra-Humanite did! The nefarious villain was also testing a theory on consciousness... why bother with a dangerous and extensive brain transplant when a simple transplant of the consciousness would be much quicker and easier?
Before the Ultra-Humanite's trial run (force Jon Fawn's mind into a lab rat's body and vice versa) could be fully completed, the Justice League broke in and saved the day for everyone! Unfortunately, Jon Fawn could not be recovered, and his comatose corpse would forever languish in the coma ward. Jon Fawn's consciousness, however, was consigned to live forever as an immortal pseudoghost: a stream of pure psychic energy without form or function.

Without a body to call home, Jon could do nothing but watch the countless evil acts of the world occur around him. After years of being forced to watch the evils of the world doing what they do, Jon finally came to an epiphany, and discovered his powers! The sheer potential for power abuse struck Jon like a stack of bricks, but utterly failed to corrupt him. Instead, mild-mannered Jon Fawn became the glorious Homefront, hero of the bystander in all of us!

Arc Ideas: Possessing the wrong person during an attack on a foreign dignitary causes an international incident.

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