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Teen Titans: Divided We Fall

Just for the record, Eric is a sexy beast when he's not a bat. I just haven't selected a 'human' appearance yet. I'll probably get on that tomorrow so that we can get Simone blushing like twelve year old.
Let's see, though..

I'm going to go ahead and say Eric walked down to the hangar off camera unless someone wants to chat during the walk.

Facepunch's Sentinel is nearing completion, it would seem.

DC Universe: Gods Among Us (Always Open)

I like both. Recently I've been trying to make use of Aztec mythology, but before I've tapped into Norse, Zoroastranismajigger--the Persian one, and stuff of the like. Greek is easily the most popular for some reason, may be that it's easy to swallow compared to others, say Hinduism. I think the New Gods would be a lot better if Kirby had been able to finish his original story. They're an easy plot device nowadays, but the original series was awesome at first, then it wasn't because the writers couldn't figure out how to use them correctly. The Old Gods are easily better developed, IMO.

Ruby, I'd love to read your Huntress.

Teen Titans: Divided We Fall

Hardy har har. Better have Bullet Girl watch her back with puns like that, Sammy. Otherwise... I forgot my clever shot.. nevermind.. as Wraith once said, "Fear The Undertow!"

Teen Titans: Divided We Fall

Lol, gotcha worked up don't it Wraith? That's the hardest I've laughed at an IC post in a long time. Whoo, keep it up Cubix.

Teen Titans: Divided We Fall

The team's shaping up really nicely, I think. We don't have any redundant characters or roles, really. Not that you can really number the uses for superspeed and Microbat could sub for Recon.

Air Support - Microbat
Assassin - Pistolera
Ranged - Sanstorm
Recon - Accelerate
Support - Cell
The Tank - Amazon

Teen Titans: Divided We Fall

| NAME: |

Eric Abernathy

| ALIAS: |

Microbat;

| ABILITIES/SKILLS/EQUIPMENT: |

Durability: He has the ability to withstand great brute force and has general resistance to energy attacks once transformed. He could be struck on the chest by a peak human a dozen times without bruising. Bullets most often lodge in his skin unless at point blank range. His wings are a considerable weak point, though they can be restored by a transformation.

Echolocation: He can send out a chirp that bounces off of walls to give him an idea of what is ahead of him. The sounds come back to him phenomenally fast, as they do with real bats. He can use this advantage to create a clear mental image of his surroundings, even in total darkness.

Flight: By flapping his wings, he can take flight, gracefully and briskly escaping any standard pursuers. In flight, he can make sharp turns and fast stops, though none instantaneous.

Shriek: His vocal chords are capable of producing high-frequency tones inaudible to human ears, but capable of destroying glass, or likely finding a frequency that can resonate with materials such as steel or bone.

Smell: He can identify a person's smell, even when its masked, as an individua,l with little that can prevent its accuracy. The most common identifier he uses to trace smells is an individuals blood, when available.

Strength: In order to flap his wing-membrane and keep himself off the ground, his arm muscles are beyond even peak standard human limits. Due to the sharp turns, his abdomen and constantly poised legs are also quite muscular.

Transformation: Selectively, Eric can choose to transform into an Man-Bat hybrid, coated in dark, yet soft and shining brown fur, gaining a paper thin membrane bridging his forearms to his lower ribs, as well as a snout, large ears, red eyes, and, large retractable talons on his feet.

| LIMITATIONS AND WEAKNESSES: |

His echolocation ability can detect textures and even identify individuals in a crowd, if it is relatively still, however it can be confused by frequent turns, movement, or excessive noise. At this moment, he has only found a frequency that resonates with glass, despite other materials being well within his range. Unfortunately, these continued shrieks quickly tire out his larynx. He only gains super strength, flight, and other physical augmentations when transformed, however his sensory abilities and shrieks are more reliant on his internal organs, so they require no change.

| SAMPLE POST: |

Dropping like a cannonball into the ocean, Eric fell headfirst above the streets and roadways of Chicago. Throwing his neck up and following through with the rest of his body, he snapped his arms away from his chest and flashed his wingspan like a trenchcoat. It looked like he was cruising through deep space beyond the speed of thought as the inconsistent tones of light groped for the corners of his eyes, streaming away from him only for thousands more to find him. He cancelled his descent and instead went gliding far above the busy streets below. By no means was his glide at a constant elevation, though. He swayed and threw his arms back constantly, raising his shoulders like he was rowing a boat.

A screaming infant was whaling, practically baying for help. He too was traveling downward.

"Hold on, child--I'm coming," Eric knew that he would only scare the child with his words and appearance, but they still functioned to help overcome his own anxiety at the situation.

Locking in on its location, he balled up his fists before finally throwing himself into a position to catch it, with his back facing the cars below and wings spread wide open, he made himself a "catchers' mitt" to the diving baby "ball". Tensing up for a moment, he finally was able to catch it. Wrapped in a small blue blanket, he was as soft as could be, but Eric didn't dare let it impact against his own chest, so he wrapped his arms around it, comforting it with his own heartbeat before gradually spreading one wing. With the other, he slipped the child into his backpack before straightening his stance and facing upward.

From there, he made a thousand labor intensive flaps to return the infant to the apartment he'd fallen from.

| NOTES: |

-Is inquisitive and adventurous
-Is very interested in sciences, particularly his own biology
-Created by an Aztec cult
-Speaks English and some Spanish
-Does not grow in size much when he transforms
-Increased muscle mass increases his pain threshhold
-Was born in Chicago
-Suffers from insomnia

Would You Rather

Starring, ugh. At least you can try to forget about it later and they never know.

Would you rather be mistaken by policemen for a terrorist or legitimately date a terrorist intent on destroying your home?

Teen Titans: Divided We Fall

I can get an Outlook skype briefly, just need to make another segregated account so I don't have to explain my RPing habits. The browser option you mentioned is finally available, thanks Hillan.

DC Universe: Gods Among Us (Always Open)

Tim Drake is Red Robin
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The Gauntlet: Prologue II

Gotham City
Last Night

Why did it have to rain so much, Tim wondered as he exhaled a fog into the night air. It was coming down hard, uncharacteristically so. He wondered if it would flood, briefly considering it unnatural, perhaps even supernatural. But he let the thought subside as he spotted a certain hooded jacket, complete with snags in the right spots. His eyelids narrowed, zooming in on the young woman entering a boutique across the street.

"Hey Tam!" he yelled, completely drowned out by the sound of the busy streets and people on their cell phones. He began to reason, she'll never know who I am without the mask, yet his legs scurried in her direction anyway, forgetting who their master was as his disobedient heart hammered his blood through his veins.

We're both high society in Gotham High School, she's bound to at least know my name, he hoped.

He trampled into the shop she'd entered, scooping his own hood off his head and tightening the straps of his backpack before shuffling in her direction. But the only problem was what he'd actually say, and why he's in a beauty shop. But, he didn't think of that fast enough.

"Hey, Tam, how's it going?"

"Do I know you?"

Worst case scenario, it was his worst case scenario! His eyelids flashed apart and his bottom lip slacked as he came up with something to say. More accurately, it slacked as he tried to figure out what to say.

"Ehyeahh... well you might," he motioned with an upward palm, "It's-I'm Tim. Tim Drake; we go to school together and I just figured I'd say hi." He took a step back, "So Hi," he nodded before backing away.

Tam eyed him curiously before shrugging her shoulders and saying "Hi" in return.

At that, Tim decided to abort the conversation before going over to one of the shelves and snatching a trio of distinct perfumes, Halle Berry's 'Purrfect' among them.

"Good choices, are you buying these for your girlfriend?" the cashier, a twenty-something blonde beauty queen asked.

"Nah," he smirked, "nothing like that. Just for my mom." Telling her the truth, 'I'm going to use them to mask my scent so I can escape detection of an acrobatic vigilante, but I actually just came to say Hi to a pretty girl' seemed too awkward to explain.

DC Universe: Gods Among Us (Always Open)

I remember when I used to get games confused in my head. I thought the plot in the imported Ultimate DC soft reboot went with The Singular Universe and a handful of similar incidents. But I'm trying to avoid too many similar games at once these days, keeps it simple. Well, even though Tim is currently on Dick's doorstep, I still have the ability to flashback. Forgive the oncoming lack of coding, these are dark days for me.