El Gato Naranja

Recollections: Magnanimous (Cancelled)

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Alexander Karamazov Vanburen

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"So, uh, what can you all do by the way?" Justin asked before he felt the need to demonstrate his own abstraction. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a few steel balls, and then they floated into the air for a moment before they combusted into flames. They spun around in a circle as he explained, "Mine is Pyro-telekinesis. I can move objects with my mind but whatever I control catches fire. Pretty simple, yeah?"

Sasha impulsively scratched at his wrist, "I can do rudimentary necromancy, though I think you all know what that was." He was clearly referring to the act of summoning the ghost of their glorious father back from the afterlife. That one was the worst thing that he had ever done; bringing back the man that had been the absolute best father of the year to any one of them. Shane had left, not that Alex really knew him enough to be concerned, though he has been told that the former was a brooding alcoholic, so he could drink himself to death any minute now. And the new girl... well, he himself was kind of new to the people here, but James had mentioned his existence to the likes of Sabrina and Ezra; they definitely knew that he was their half brother, even if he did not bear the Vanburen name out of spite for James' lack of commitment.

Still, he wasn't done describing what the Spectre has given him as his magic. "I also possess phasing abilities, allowing my to pass through solid objects like a ghost. Though I have to hold my breath each time I do that, and I can still get burnt or electrified. Otherwise only magic energy could hurt me in such a state. Lastly, though," he then conjured a pair of chains; they had a faint green glow inside of them, and were unnaturally lightweight. "Just like that Morgana girl, I'm able to conjure chains. These are linked to my bracelets for ease of usage." Sasha pulled up his sleeve to show that the chain was somehow fused to the seemingly mundane accessory. "Remind me not to use these on the boy, though. He thinks that it's erotic."

As he spoke about what he could do, Sasha realized one thing... he was the smallest man in the room. Justin and the majority of his half brothers were massive six footers or above, and even Junior surpassed him. Was he really that malnourished when James had left him and his mom? Perhaps.

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Raymond Salazar Vanburen

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"I believe Ezra would not want me to show my thing after... what happened." Raymond scratched his head while avoiding contact with the brother that handles all the money, still a little embarassed that he had done quite a share of destruction while trying to throw out the wiccans from the mansion. "But as many of you have seen, I have Terrakinesis. I can control anything deprived from Earth, whether it be rock, mud, stone, and even metal, if it is not super pure." He had known quite a bit of knowledge on magic after the hours of studying in James' library, and decided to add on what Justin said. "Extra Normal beings like us are surrounded by a auras called Emotional Fields. Essentially protects us from the abilities of other Extra Norms; a luxury that non-magic people lack."

A pause, "And that little thing also kind of interferes when I use my abilities offensively. I can hit someone with a rock just fine," he said while making a slamming gesture with both of his hands, "But to bind and imprison an Extra Normal person on the ground? I just can't do it. Nu-uh."

Looking over at the new girl, who called herself Nisha and was really weird, he continued. "Plus, earth bending has a price on me. When I overexert, I get these cracks on my skin and they sting quite a bit. Would probably be infected if not treated quickly. Everything has a price, I guess."

At that, he turned to Nisha. "What can you do, though? If you're gonna be here... would be better if you help us with this dumb plan."

Titans: Dawn of a New Tomorrow

Done and done :3

Titans: Dawn of a New Tomorrow

Traveler

Real Name: Arcturus Forsythe
Hero Name: Traveler
Appearance:

Secret Identity

Normal Appearance

Sex:A Man
Age: 33
Powers:

Space-time Manipulation: Traveler has the ability to fold space, and, formerly, time. With this, he is able to teleport either himself, or objects/other people with physical contact. He also has the ability to create tunnels in space, aka, wormholes, which function as portals from one point to another. He can only teleport/portal to places he had already seen, or had already been to before.

He used to have the ability to travel through time, though it was highly unpredictable and he only used it twice, after which he lost it completely after an encounter with a power leecher.

Dimensional Ergokinesis: Traveler possesses the ability to projects beams or blasts of energy from an unknown source, though it is thought that it comes from the fabric of energy that holds the multiverse together. His beams are red in color, and could blast through concrete if charged at full power. He can also divert the energy as a power source, allowing him to operate what appears to be a lightsaber.

Personality: Unpredictable and perhaps a little erratic, Arcturus was the wierdo in the Titans. Out of them, he was quite laid back and didn't seem to take things seriously, at least until the dire situation has reared its ugly head. He is by far more unscrupulous than the others, preferring to use sneaky tactics against enemies rather than face them head on. For this, he has a mixed reputation; some could say that he fights smart, others say that he has no honor.

Still, Arcturus had demonstrated to be a caring, kind friend to the other Titans, if not the eccentric one. He is affectionate and playful, though he is slow to understand jokes and idioms.

History: Arcturus Forsythe was born on Second City itself, the youngest son of a surgeon father and a librarian mother. He had two siblings; an older sister, and a younger brother, the latter of which was telepathic. Arcturus lived a pretty normal life until he was 14, when his sleepwalking became very... weird. He began waking up in very random places, such as the dumpster behind their house, the neighbour's couch, and the doghouse. He was getting into impossible places, and when home footage was reviewed, it was discovered that Arcturus was teleporting in his sleep. Heroes were common knowledge, and his parents looked for someone to teach their son to control his ability, as they'd dare not cut his wings. Luckily enough, they knew a meta, a teleporter that was apprehended by the Flash, though he had been reformed and had used his powers for the nation in several tours in the Middle East. Arcturus would learn to control his abilities, including his energy projection. The Teen Titans would later see his usefulness and willingness, and invited him over, which he accepted. As a Titan, he aided in the defence of the city against numerous threats, including aliens and other metas.

When the Titans disbanded, Arcturus went to a lot of different places, hiding from the public in plain sight. However, when he tried to teleport to Washington DC, he teleported into the past in the 60's. Finding himself unable to return to the present, he settled in there at an age of 23. He was wary of any effects his presence could do to the timeline; as such, he blended in, not showing his abilities to anyone, not even the woman he married. Their relationship was frowned upon by many, as she was black, and Arcturus was a white man. However, she was dying from cancer after seven years of them together, and it was at her final days that he teleported with her to see many places that she could have only dreamt of. And so, Arcturus' love would have a peaceful death.

He was, however heartbroken, and decided that he had to come back to the present. After a whole month, he returned to the present, only to almost immediately fall under attack from someone with the ability to steal powers. Arcturus managed to defeat and kill him, but his power to travel through time was permanently lost. Not that he wanted to keep it, anyway. He may not be an original, but he still sure is one of them.

Equipment: He wields an energy blade powered by his Ergokinesis; it could be described as an extremely high powered Bunsen Burner.

Titans: Dawn of a New Tomorrow

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It's near the edge of the eastern seaboard from what I remember. Very large city and it's not near any mountain ranges as I recall.

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I'm good with this character except for the fact he knew Viran. The only ones who would know him would have been the characters from the original RP. I'll work with Viran having a passing familiarity with him though due to his actions in the city. He'd probably be keeping a very close eye on him recently however and will be reaching out to him in very short order.

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Accepted

@Chev

Ok will edit

Edit: It's done

Titans: Dawn of a New Tomorrow

Real Name: Arcturus Forsythe
Hero Name: Traveler
Appearance:

Secret Identity

Normal Appearance

Sex:A Man
Age: 33
Powers:

Space-time Manipulation: Traveler has the ability to fold space, and, formerly, time. With this, he is able to teleport either himself, or objects/other people with physical contact. He also has the ability to create tunnels in space, aka, wormholes, which function as portals from one point to another. He can only teleport/portal to places he had already seen, or had already been to before.

He used to have the ability to travel through time, though it was highly unpredictable and he only used it twice, after which he lost it completely after an encounter with a power leecher.

Dimensional Ergokinesis: Traveler possesses the ability to projects beams or blasts of energy from an unknown source, though it is thought that it comes from the fabric of energy that holds the multiverse together. His beams are red in color, and could blast through concrete if charged at full power. He can also divert the energy as a power source, allowing him to operate what appears to be a lightsaber.

Personality: Unpredictable and perhaps a little erratic, Arcturus was the wierdo in the Titans. Out of them, he was quite laid back and didn't seem to take things seriously, at least until the dire situation has reared its ugly head. He is by far more unscrupulous than the others, preferring to use sneaky tactics against enemies rather than face them head on. For this, he has a mixed reputation; some could say that he fights smart, others say that he has no honor.

Still, Arcturus had demonstrated to be a caring, kind friend to the other Titans, if not the eccentric one. He is affectionate and playful, though he is slow to understand jokes and idioms.

History: Arcturus Forsythe was born on Second City itself, the youngest son of a surgeon father and a librarian mother. He had two siblings; an older sister, and a younger brother, the latter of which was telepathic. Arcturus lived a pretty normal life until he was 14, when his sleepwalking became very... weird. He began waking up in very random places, such as the dumpster behind their house, the neighbour's couch, and the doghouse. He was getting into impossible places, and when home footage was reviewed, it was discovered that Arcturus was teleporting in his sleep. Heroes were common knowledge, and his parents looked for someone to teach their son to control his ability, as they'd dare not cut his wings. Luckily enough, they knew a meta, a teleporter that was apprehended by the Flash, though he had been reformed and had used his powers for the nation in several tours in the Middle East. Arcturus would learn to control his abilities, including his energy projection. The Teen Titans would later see his usefulness and willingness, and invited him over, which he accepted. As a Titan, he aided in the defence of the city against numerous threats, including aliens and other metas.

When the Titans disbanded, Arcturus went to a lot of different places, hiding from the public in plain sight. However, when he tried to teleport to Washington DC, he teleported into the past in the 60's. Finding himself unable to return to the present, he settled in there at an age of 23. He was wary of any effects his presence could do to the timeline; as such, he blended in, not showing his abilities to anyone, not even the woman he married. Their relationship was frowned upon by many, as she was black, and Arcturus was a white man. However, she was dying from cancer after seven years of them together, and it was at her final days that he teleported with her to see many places that she could have only dreamt of. And so, Arcturus' love would have a peaceful death.

He was, however heartbroken, and decided that he had to come back to the present. After a whole month, he returned to the present, only to almost immediately fall under attack from someone with the ability to steal powers. Arcturus managed to defeat and kill him, but his power to travel through time was permanently lost. Not that he wanted to keep it, anyway. He may not be an original, but he still sure is one of them.

Equipment: He wields an energy blade powered by his Ergokinesis; it could be described as an extremely high powered Bunsen Burner.

Titans: Dawn of a New Tomorrow

Interesting...

Recollections: Magnanimous (Cancelled)

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Alexander Karamazov Vanburen

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"... I think we all need to confront the cult. As like a group. I know it might sound crazy, but hear me out- I have a feeling that a loooot of powerful eyes are about to come looking for you all, and I think you all need to get used to these kinds of crazy fights.

"Well," Sasha scratched his head as Justin proposed that they all go out there and beat the cultists up with magic, "I've got my fair share of fights when I was younger... this would just be a very wierd and more... um... He paused, looking for the exact word to describe how the fight with the weird ass Wiccans was. "Yes... crazy."

He chuckled at the thought. They, the half siblings that bore the Vanburen name, were going after a bunch of idiots in the woods, after said morons charged into their manor looking for an old ram skull. A few weeks ago, he would laugh at the notion of witch hunting, but now, they were really doing it. Justin had pyrokinesis too... so... this will be a literal witch burning, perhaps. I wonder if this broken family could ever work together as well as the ones in the movies.

"Alright." Sasha rubbed his gloved palms together, looking right at Justin. "Since the only thing that is worse than doing something stupid is to do it alone, I'm in. It isn't like we have ay other choice, anyway, and I'd like to have payback to that one kid for burning my wrist. That one hurt. And you're already helping us, it should be fair for us to aid you in turn, especially if it's for our sakes too."

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Raymond Salazar Vanburen

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"If we catch them off then things will be different. And let's be real here, they're gonna come for the Horned God again and it's only a matter of time before they get lucky. So we should just work together and solve this problem and get rid of the Triple Goddess in the process."

"I guess we're in luck." Ray answered, pulling up a notebook and pen from inside his coat. "The witches had been very not subtle with what they could do, and this should help us with formulating a plan in catching them. They had pretty much exposed their powers... at least to those of us that had seen them in action."

No plan survives first contact, though, Ray thought as he began writing what he could remember from the onslaught of the wiccans. They should be ready to improvise if the wiccans pull up more unseen tricks from up their sleeves. After all, they had demonstrated multiple magical spells; transdimensional portals, hydrogenesis, fire manipulation, chain summoning, plant generation... and summoning three big dogs straight out of hell. Those Hellhounds were really hard to kill, for one, and the process of destroying them cost them a few rooms.

"Their leader Morgana summons three Hellhounds and chains, just like Sasha here. The boy that disguised as Justie had fire and water magic, as our wet clothes in the dryer now testify. His partner, the one that tried to look like Tuyen, opened a portal. And," he looked towards the hallway where he and Justin and drilled through a vine and a fire wall. "Two of them could make vines and a wall of fire."

A sigh. "It would seem that their abilities are highly variable, but we're sure to encounter fireballs, a lot of water, big dogs. Now..."

He began tapping on the note book, seemingly deep in thought. "What else had I missed?"

Agents of SHIELD - Concluded

Astrad Lungren

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Location: Asgard

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"How is saying that something is attractively unusual a bad thing...", Astrad though to himself as Raynor once again reacted to him, this time on a comment on how good the bean bags were. Ah, yes. Native English speakers and the usage of quaint in a most terrible, horrific wmanner of sarcastic speech. He just didn't get a lot of things nowadays. "Bean bags are quaint, as they are attractively unusual and I don't usually see them. Now, let's just ignore each other until we get down, shall we?"

Astrad , simply reclining upon his personal bean bag and seemingly drifting into a nap, though in truth he was still awake, simply resting from getting shot and stabbed and punched and... what else was it that has happened? No matter, this will all end soon. Oh, and maybe say sorry to the lightning lady. Now that he thinks of it, that wasn't a very smart introduction.

Nathaniel De Costa

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Location: The Quinjet

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"Shapeshifters... What fun." The Breacher rubbed his still pained head as Andrew gave a rundown of what had happened; essentially, all of the pro-registration team, except for the ones right here, were shapeshifting aliens that could copy not just appearances, but powers and abilities as well. One could only wonder if it the real Tony Stark that advocated for the registration... or if he's already dead and the shapeshifters have been using his likeness in order to gain a list of targets for copying.

Breacher shook his head as Agent 13 just threw the tablets at him. "Jeez, you're real cranky.", Nathaniel downed the aspirin with a glass of water. He knew how to use aspirin, it was just that his head was still on fire and moving around was just not his cup of tea right now. When Kwassi had frantically if anyone knew about an AI called P.H.I.L., Nath had... no clue. He knew someone called Phil, but that was it. He finally got up and walked slowly towards the tech bay, expecting the Wakandan to be tinkering on something yet again. And now, well, Kwassi got zapped on the stomach as the machine blew itself up. "Son of a- hey, Kwassi-" Breacher rushed towards the Wakandan as pain also engulfed the latter. In the middle of a throbbing headache, he set Kwassi down on the floor, being careful as he could. "Someone come here in the tech bay! Kwassi's hurt!"

And so was he, until now.

Innocence Lost - A Science Fantasy RP [v.03]

Finbarr Callaghan | The Spacetime Breacher

"Decoy 2 will consist of Finbarr, Laurey, and Millard. Fin I need you to age yourself up to blend in with us older looking people. And Laurey you will be acting as an engineer to make sure the Realist is intact. So brush up on your knowledge of AI."

"Older me, coming right up..." Finbarr stood some distance away from the others, chanting his Shapeshifting magic in rather accented phrases in Gaelic. It didn't take him long, but the boy was soon covered in a magic purple mist for half a second before appearing as an older version of himself; if one were to make an estimate, he looked at least 30 years of age in that form. Finbarr had grown taller, though he did look a little scrawnier than his shorter form... perhaps because he can't increase his mass, or something. Either way, his pistol was holstered, and the pair of blasma blades were ready to pulled out of his belt should the opportunity or the need for battle presented itself.

"I am going with the Good Doctor and the Lady of Machines.", Finbarr said absentmindedly while pouring himself a drink before the mission. "Ah, no, that's not it, right, we're completely different people now." He then looked down at his fake ID; a certain Leo Mills; melee specialist for the squad led by whoever was the guy that the doctor was supposed to be. Hmmm... this will be fun.

Trajan Salazar | Sharpeye

"Myself, Trajan, and Avelyn will be Decoy 1. Our job, with Decoy 2, will be acting as support to those we find inside as we will be acting as a group who is meant to collect the Realist."

"Gotcha, amigo.", Trajan nodded as Tarak gave them their roles to play in the ensuing battle... mission, whatever. Either way, he had been sober for the last two days, perhaps in part with the fact that he had a very good revelation when he had found Tarak, that little runt turned big man, once again. And now that they were back together, Trajan is going to do his best; better than he ever did when he was still serving under the bloodied banner of the Ascendancy...

"Melchor Dreyfus... supposedly an excellent marksman with a lot of dead aliens in his list... very clever." Trajan stuffed several magazines of ammunition unto his belt, ready to be swapped out with the one on his rifle once it ran dry. His heated chainsword, a terrifying and hellish instrument of death, was kept sheathed behind his back, while he wore a rather monochromatic set of armor, which was hidden beneath a cloak that exuded 'I am an assassin' vibes like nuclear radiation. "Alright. Let's get to it. Can't wait for the celebration afterwards!"

White Wood Academy

Interest. I like.