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Justice League: Legacy

Also, Night wing is against Mr Unknown, I think.

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Tokyo, Shibuya Crossing

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Sea Devil was nearly helpless against Cobi, the monstrous menace from beyond. Fortunately he had allies, and he's mercifully been given the opportunity to reclaim his grapnel rod. But the tide seemed to be turning, as the creatures master zeroed in on them with its tentacles. Gigantic serpentine appendages beyond the size of any comparison were coming with the intention to hold the heroes in its grasp before euthanizing their free will and having its way with them.

Before we came here Snapper mentioned his book. A memoir of his adventures with the Justice League. The catalyst for his becoming the League's first honorary member was that his clothing was laced with something -- something that the alien conqueror to be could not contend with. I read that book, but I'm a little fuzzy.

"Snapper! You of all people should know exactly how to bring Starro down!" He barked into his intercom. "In your book you mentioned his weakness, what was it? Was it lime or clay or something? At least one of us should be able to get our hands on it?"

The tentacle was drawing nearer. Conscious of the fact that he was nowhere near fast enough to escape it's slithering charge, he requited it's approach. Nearing its tip, he ducked before front flipping on top of it and running, seeing himself without any option but to attempt to outmaneuver it. Aware of the fact he was likely to be nabbed, he activated his most unanticipatable defense.

All throughout his body, he felt like he was sweating petroleum. A thin but dense jelly pumped out of his pores and pushed through his suit. Rendering nearly all potential points of contact, save the soles of his shoes and his gloves, as slick as a frozen lake, coated with crude oil, and non-stick cooking spray.

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[Rant]In all fairness, I don't think that there's a single human alive who's capable of taking care of an entire nation like the US. There are a thousand problems being created as some are addressed, most of which can't even be solved ideally. Whether you're choosing between a showboating buffoon, a criminal, or an idealist, they all are flawed human beings who can't "save" everyone. I daresay that they can hardly save anyone.[/Rant]

Last time I showed that I'm an individual with a spine and unpopular opinions of my own, someone dropped out. So please don't be offended by the fact I'm willing to acknowledge human shortcomings.

EDIT: They also inaccurately labeled me a communist. I wouldn't care if i has a reason to be associated with communism, but people's willingness to be offended by their own blatant inaccuracies are amazing.

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"I haven't seen this many stars since I was in the fourth grade."

Like a cat following a laser's point, Sea Devil was only as far behind Nightwing as his own reflexes required that he be. Being brand new to the Justice League it stood to reason that he should observe a seasoned pro at work. But he was determined not to simply become a copycat or a sidekick.

When the electric shurikens took flight, the newcomer took note of the electrical discharge. Something entirely unavailable to himself at the moment, unless he were to steal a car battery. Instead, he loosened the reel to his grapnel and, with a flick of the wrist, snapped the line, fating it to plant its tip in the face of the loosened alien parasites.

Momentarily out of the reach of the horde, he kept picking them off with his grapnel before Nightwing moved on to the big show. The hulking, presumably alien, menace. So he leant a hand. After a thunderous snap and a moment's time, his line had wrapped around the gigantic beasts foot. With all of his might, he heaved and put a tremendous burden on his biceps in an attempt to take the star-clad invader off of his feet.

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Devil Ray

Name:

Johnathan Michael Waid

Nicknames:

Angler Fist
Damp Devil
Deep Dark
Fist Face
Jack

Alias:

Devil Ray

Age:

28 Years Old

Sex:

Male

Appearance:

His face is almost like the sheet of paper beneath your masterpiece, where some of the ink bled through and you can faintly see every detail of it's creation. The major difference is that the artist would would've used a razor blade instead of a paint brush, and left scars in lieu of ink. His complexion is not unlike a pancake that has only begun to cook. And his oily black hair has bangs that sometimes dangle in front of his eyes like the feet of someone sitting on the edge of a bridge.

His superhero outfit consists of a skintight scarlet jumpsuit that resembles a combination between spandex and dolphin hyde. It only vaguely resembles the color red when exposed to harsh, direct lighting. Otherwise a contrasting set of symmetrical gray regions decorate the outfit, with the same inconsistent bumpy texture as the finished product of an amateur spray painter, or a bull shark. His mask is a continuation of the same scarlet and gray pattern with holes cut for the eyes and mouth.

Powers/Skills:

Agility: As a result of a decade of practice he can push his body to the farthest reaches of human dexterity seen on the television show American Ninja Warrior and beyond.

Aquatic Breathing: Thanks to his mutation, his lungs have the ability to strip water ingested of its oxygen before exhaling the excess hydrogen.

Combat Style: Boxing, kendo, and a grab bag of cinema inspired martial art strikes influence his fighting style.

Echolocation: His brain has been partially rewired in order to prioritize auditory input and analyze it in a way that can paint a picture not unlike visual stimuli.

Electrolocation: Similarly, his mutation slowly influenced his anatomy to grow new glands that would be able to create fully immersive pseudo-visual input.

Lubricant Secretion: He is capable of secreting a lubricant slime all over his skin, that penetrates most types of clothing and reduces friction greatly. It is very useful for increasing velocity underwater, or for making it nigh impossible for a foe to grab hold of him.

Night Vision: In low light conditions his vision becomes more sensitive to light overall, however his perception of color nearly disappears in such darknesses.

Backstory:

Jack was raised in a lower class family by an adoptive father who had never reported his lack of biological connection to the government. He had no way of knowing that his own "real" father was out there somewhere or, more accurately, already in his grave. He was an excellent student, but struggled in the social department. He always had a very special looking way of traveling, he'd often put his hands on the ground when he was moving quickly, almost like a gorilla. So ostracism was inevitable. And reclusion was consequential.

So he had not received a single visitor, his father aside, when he was placed in the hospital by a chemical substance he chanced across while taking a spontaneous and ill-advised swim in the Gotham Bay. His suffering was best summarized as a few hours of "Hell, but worse". A temporary burning sensation plagued his nerves and delicate, juvenile psyche before subsiding and beginning a series of mutations. As fate would have it, he swam into a field of an experimental, discarded retrovirus designed by an ambitious but irresponsible geneticist.

Years of self-experimentation ensued, with Jack steadily becoming more and more familiar with the quirks of his own anatomy. Something key that he discovered was that he could breathe underwater. This led to his temptation to help himself to however much he could carry of whatever was around him in the boats stationed around the bay. By lifting off of the boats in this unconventional way, he was able to make a significant contribution to his household, that he imagined impossible otherwise.

Coming to the bay at nights, he witnessed a menagerie of illicit activities. But how could he, in good conscience, speak against them when he shared in their wrongdoing? He couldn't answer for himself, so he gave up looting the boats and instead swapped to fighting criminals. It was a daunting undertaking, to place himself in harm's way against more muscular men who were not the slightest bit afraid of hurting him. So, before he knew how to fight, he would lure them to the river and reduce their effectiveness before rendering them unconscious.

He spent the completion of the next decade duking it out with public enemies on land and under water. In that time he had became an associate of other Gotham area vigilantes, even making trips to neighboring Blüdhaven and beyond.

Motivation for joining the League?:

As a means of affecting a greater change in the world than he had been. One where he can be on the front lines of the ever raging battle between good and evil, tranquility and disruption. To become a buffer between positive change and disorder.

What do you bring to the League?:

I'll be the first to acknowledge he has a lot of overlap with pre-flashpoint Nightwing, with capeless acrobatics and fisticuffs set in front of the Gotham area. But a key difference is his relationship with water. It doesn't quite make him as effective as an Atlantean under the water and he isn't quite on the same tier of the Bat family when on land, though very few individuals ever do reach that level. But his sensory abilities are an asset that would likely gain the League an edge in unknown territories.

Notes

His weapon of choice is a custom built rod that has a grapnel on one end. Using pressurized air, it sends an extremely durable tip and line forth, usually digging into whatever object it impacts. Alternatively it can be released and used as a whip. A button built into the handle minimizes the possibility of serious injury by retracting the tip.

Creatively speaking, this is the descendant of an idea I had to bring Marvel's ultimate Ray Connor into a hybrid Marvel/DC universe without making him completely redundant of Matt Murdock. Instead partially associating him with Aquaman and Atlantis. Though I haven't quite done that here. This character owes A LOT to both Daredevil and Aquaman, or more accurately Black Manta.

Jack always pretended to be an Atlantean when asked about the source of his abilities.

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@Blacksam3091 Alrighty, mate. The edits are in.

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So.. any further questions @Blacksam3091? If not, I can just edit the weapon details, the Canada note, rephrase the bits about his self discovery and add a bit to the history where he entered the bay. No biggies thus far.

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@Blacksam3091 Ohhhhhh, yeah. Yeah. I meant he was resting his own limits and abilities.

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Hey @Weird Tales, doing pretty good. Just stretching the creative muscles.

Likewise good to "see" you @Blacksam3091. And here are some responses to those there questions. Forgive me for being such an eejit.

1) I imagined him catching his eye on something afloat before taking to the water to investigate, in the Illadvised® illadvised way that adventurous unmonitored children get into trouble.

2) What I imagine is him swimming into the waste of a failed experiment. It really had little to do with him and more to do with the fact he was in the wrong place at the wrong time. As for who did it, I was imagining either a geneticist in the vein of the Golden Age Monster Men, Dr Sivana, or perhaps a non malevolent, though irresponsible, everyman OC. I can fill it out and have it be more significant to his character arc, if you'd prefer.

3) The real question is "Why are you blind to the fact that Canada is the root of all evil?" Seriously though, it was just me being silly.

4) Good Question. He is a superhero of some experience, thus he would likely have the connections to have something like that made for him. I'll just quote you on that concept.

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Devil Ray

Name:

Johnathan Michael Waid

Nicknames:

Angler Fist
Damp Devil
Deep Dark
Fist Face
Jack

Alias:

Devil Ray

Age:

28 Years Old

Sex:

Male

Appearance:

His face is almost like the sheet of paper beneath your masterpiece, where some of the ink bled through and you can faintly see every detail of it's creation. The major difference is that the artist would would've used a razor blade instead of a paint brush, and left scars in lieu of ink. His complexion is not unlike a pancake that has only begun to cook. And his oily black hair has bangs that sometimes dangle in front of his eyes like the feet of someone sitting on the edge of a bridge.

His superhero outfit consists of a skintight scarlet jumpsuit that resembles a combination between spandex and dolphin hyde. It only vaguely resembles the color red when exposed to harsh, direct lighting. Otherwise a contrasting set of symmetrical gray regions decorate the outfit, with the same inconsistent bumpy texture as the finished product of an amateur spray painter, or a bull shark. His mask is a continuation of the same scarlet and gray pattern with holes cut for the eyes and mouth.

Powers/Skills:

Agility: As a result of a decade of practice he can push his body to the farthest reaches of human dexterity seen on the television show American Ninja Warrior and beyond.

Aquatic Breathing: Thanks to his mutation, his lungs have the ability to strip water ingested of its oxygen before exhaling the excess hydrogen.

Combat Style: Boxing, kendo, and a grab bag of cinema inspired martial art strikes influence his fighting style.

Echolocation: His brain has been partially rewired in order to prioritize auditory input and analyze it in a way that can paint a picture not unlike visual stimuli.

Electrolocation: Similarly, his mutation slowly influenced his anatomy to grow new glands that would be able to create fully immersive pseudo-visual input.

Lubricant Secretion: He is capable of secreting a lubricant slime all over his skin, that penetrates most types of clothing and reduces friction greatly. It is very useful for increasing velocity underwater, or for making it nigh impossible for a foe to grab hold of him.

Night Vision: In low light conditions his vision becomes more sensitive to light overall, however his perception of color nearly disappears in such darknesses.

Backstory:

Jack was raised in a lower class family by an adoptive father who had never reported his lack of biological connection to the government. He had no way of knowing that his own "real" father was out there somewhere or, more accurately, already in his grave. He was an excellent student, but struggled in the social department. He always had a very special looking way of traveling, he'd often put his hands on the ground when he was moving quickly, almost like a gorilla. So ostracism was inevitable. And reclusion was consequential.

So he had not received a single visitor, his father aside, when he was placed in the hospital by a chemical substance he chanced across while taking a spontaneous and ill-advised swim in the Gotham Bay. His suffering was best summarized as a few hours of "Hell, but worse". A temporary burning sensation plagued his nerves and delicate, juvenile psyche before subsiding and beginning a series of mutations. As fate would have it, he swam into a field of an experimental, discarded retrovirus designed by an ambitious but irresponsible geneticist.

Years of self-experimentation ensued, with Jack steadily becoming more and more familiar with the quirks of his own anatomy. Something key that he discovered was that he could breathe underwater. This led to his temptation to help himself to however much he could carry of whatever was around him in the boats stationed around the bay. By lifting off of the boats in this unconventional way, he was able to make a significant contribution to his household, that he imagined impossible otherwise.

Coming to the bay at nights, he witnessed a menagerie of illicit activities. But how could he, in good conscience, speak against them when he shared in their wrongdoing? He couldn't answer for himself, so he gave up looting the boats and instead swapped to fighting criminals. It was a daunting undertaking, to place himself in harm's way against more muscular men who were not the slightest bit afraid of hurting him. So, before he knew how to fight, he would lure them to the river and reduce their effectiveness before rendering them unconscious.

He spent the completion of the next decade duking it out with public enemies on land and under water. In that time he had became an associate of other Gotham area vigilantes, even making trips to neighboring Blüdhaven and beyond.

Motivation for joining the League?:

As a means of affecting a greater change in the world than he had been. One where he can be on the front lines of the ever raging battle between good and evil, tranquility and disruption. To become a buffer between positive change and disorder.

What do you bring to the League?:

I'll be the first to acknowledge he has a lot of overlap with pre-flashpoint Nightwing, with capeless acrobatics and fisticuffs set in front of the Gotham area. But a key difference is his relationship with water. It doesn't quite make him as effective as an Atlantean under the water and he isn't quite on the same tier of the Bat family when on land, though very few individuals ever do reach that level. But his sensory abilities are an asset that would likely gain the League an edge in unknown territories.

Notes

His weapon of choice is a custom built rod that has a grapnel on one end. Using pressurized air, it sends an extremely durable tip and line forth, usually digging into whatever object it impacts. Alternatively it can be released and used as a whip. A button built into the handle minimizes the possibility of serious injury by retracting the tip.

Creatively speaking, this is the descendant of an idea I had to bring Marvel's ultimate Ray Connor into a hybrid Marvel/DC universe without making him completely redundant of Matt Murdock. Instead partially associating him with Aquaman and Atlantis. Though I haven't quite done that here. This character owes A LOT to both Daredevil and Aquaman, or more accurately Black Manta.

Jack always pretended to be an Atlantean when asked about the source of his abilities.