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Young Justice Renegades: A Team Worth Dying For

Young Justice: Renegades
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001 | Hillan | Sunday, April 25th 2021
Jules uses a welder to restore the wiring of The Penthouse, which is owned by Morgan Edge. He flashes back to a time when he was chillaxin’ in a hot spring and gets a hankering for an additional helping of wine he’s never had before. He likes watching high school football, specifically the Smallville Crows, presumably an artifact of being Half-Superman. He shuffles over to the kitchen to see what else is crackalackin’ in the realm.

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002 | Stormflyx | Sunday, April 25th 2021
Our girl Eilidh is loitering in her lounge chair before the power flickers back on and prompts her to resituate in the kitchen, where she anticipates the rest of the crew might congregate. While recalling the power outages endemic to her home, she pours herself a spot of tea and engages the kettle in conversation, which is probably just her being a silly girl but may be foreshadowing an ability to talk to inanimate objects!

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003 | Sep | Sunday, April 25th 2021
Conor either says a bad word or performs an arcane rite in response to the lights going out before dismissing his face in a rather yucky (to put it lightly) scene of bouncing boinging boyoinging waxen flesh before taking a moment to appreciate how handsome he is. Because he’s cool, a true hipster, he doesn’t even own a television, he just has a miniature library of tomes, some of which are specifically set aside for CeCe. When the lights return, he receives a text message from a merchant informing him that a copy of something, presumably a book, is available for purchase. Banking on the fact that Eilidh would probably be making a kettle of tea, he helps himself to a cookie and a mug so she could fill it.

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004 | Dead Cruiser | Sunday, April 25th 2021
During the power outage, Dandelion sequesters theirself to their bedroom so that they wouldn’t scare their xenophobic teammates in the dark. They’d given them the room with all the stuff that no one wanted because his addition had been unexpected. They’re shy about transforming in front of the others because it discomforts them, which is kind of a massive tactical disadvantage when you think about it. With the restoration of the power, they begrudgingly agree to use the stairs before entering the kitchen and asking Eilidh for a spot of tea for theirself and asking if Julian has any work for them to do.

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005 | Lord Wraith | Sunday, April 25th 2021
CeCe goes for a run while spurning her nature as a cyborg by declining to insert her earbuds into her earbud ports, while savoring low fidelity sensation of sand running between her fingers, which I assume is probably a lot like the difference between listening to a vinyl record and an MP3. Then she meanderingly bemoans her lack of pain and the artificial sensations and longs for the once familiar ability to exhaust herself while she laps a trio of standard issue human joggers. Then she proceeds to take selfies and boost the profile of a local smoothie bar, using the power of her influencer status, and offering to cover the cost of the next fifty orders as a favor to the small business owner, Pablo. Then, she ascends the base building using the elevator and initiates a movie night.

Young Justice Renegades: A Team Worth Dying For

I know I gave Roy rainbow Lantern blasts, but there's a part of me that wishes I also gave him a paintball gun.

Edit: Got it. I'll just have his flashback adventures as Necro's minion have him gallivant about with one

Young Justice Renegades: A Team Worth Dying For

Welcome back to being a fucking nerd

Young Justice Renegades: A Team Worth Dying For

Roy G Bivolo

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A stiff breeze pulsed throughout Roy’s bedroom, pivoting his damp hair across the trembling goosebumps that now gyrated all along his freezing forehead. His ears stung sharply and his nose ran plentifully. In spite of his constant quivering and short-breathed shivering, he was having the time of his life as he drug his unsteady hand against the wall.

It started a few minutes prior. Roy’d just finished taking a shower when the building’s power died with a full-body whimper, along with the bathroom’s light and their electrical hot water with it, in a wanton slaughter on first-world privilege. In the cover of darkness, he scurried back to his bedroom, dripping wet, draped in a towel when he heard the sound of Vincent stripping the wallpaper from his room, which happened to be on the opposite wall of his own. It was that sound, the dull growl of hesitating paper clinging for dear life that inspired him to balance the scales. And so, while one side of the wall was exorcised of its demons, the other would be absolutely infested.

Cracking a window for inspiration, he felt the City of Tomorrow piercing him with its mighty breeze. And so, he took his shower water, the runoff of his own correction, and mixed it into his watercolor set, splishing and splashing a stylized and incomplete rainbow across the wall, with one careless sweep of his unsteady wrist after another. Though the electrical interruption had rendered him somewhat powerless to follow his path, in the act of embracing the bitter biting breeze and steering into the drift, he found serenity. Though he hadn’t quite gotten a proper scrub behind the ears, he felt cleansed to a degree that he rarely ever had. Immaculate, even.

At that, he permitted himself to dry off. Taking a gander at the rainbow he’d left on the wall. He wasn’t sure what he meant by it, not exactly, but it felt important. Even if it didn’t mean one thing precisely, it was as true as any confession he’d ever made. It was all he had, after all.

After allowing the breeze to dry him off, he finally closed the windows before feeling his chapping flesh. It was absolutely atrociously cared for, if he was to believe anything that he’d ever heard from anyone remotely dermatologically inclined but charmingly so. Slathering on a metric ton of prescription strength lotion, which had actually been designed with severe eczema in mind, he shaved and otherwise readied armed himself for a casual social encounter with the building’s other inhabitants. Golly, there sure were a lot of them.

All the same, fully dressed in a set of khaki pants and a polo bespeckled with with rainbow splashes, which he had actually sewn in place himself, he calculatedly tousled his hair before opening the door and making his way to the living kitchen, where he saw Conor and Eilidh chatting it up with Kevin and ….

He took a deep breath. They were chatting it up with Johnny, whose mildly grimy aesthetic greatly outclassed his own both in grime and in mildness. When Roy looked at himself, he at once couldn’t help but feel like he was both underwhelming and overstimulating, the sort of uncomfortable that is, more often than not, probably best politely but pointedly looked past.

Even so, there was a bestial hunger burning within him, as though his very innards might loosen themselves to go on some sort of rampage. For fear of degenerating into a self-loathing bellyaching berserker, he braved the company of kitchen dwellers and gave a wave to them before slinking into the cabinets and sheepishly snaffling a Danny Burger from the refrigerator, tipping a nonexistant hat to his fellows before standing in the corner, wordlessly, doing his best impression of someone confident and comfortable.

Young Justice Renegades: A Team Worth Dying For

If @Enarr is down for it, these clowns could be fun. They'd probably be mooks or some distraction from one of The Light's grander plans, but it could still be a fit for an early scrap.

@DocTachyon

Yessir. That does sound really fun

Young Justice Renegades: A Team Worth Dying For

Roy G Bivolo

C H A R A C T E R C O N C E P T P R O P O S A L

T H E R A I N B O W
R A I D E R I I

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^{_{Roy G Bivolo Jr ♦ Male ♦ 16 ♦ Central City}}

C H A R A C T E R C O N C E P T:

^{"What's that look chum? If I didn't know better, I'd say you're looking blue! Right?"}

Born the son of the much maligned colorblind supervillain The Rainbow Rainbow, Roy G Bivolo Jr always fancied himself something of an artist, whether that entailed dragging his finger across the mist on a car window or sketching in a notepad. One day he happened to find himself tagging the side of a building that had an arcane circle splayed onto it. In the process of overtaking the space, he was interrupted by the dastardly dabbler of the dark arts Nick Necro! who informed him that he had been in the process of summoning one of several low dukes of Hell and would have to start over while a menacing kirby krackling of his fiendish aura prompted Roy to beg for his life. With his humanity appealed to, Necro decided that it would only be fashionable to demand penance be paid.

Thenceforth, Roy G Bivolo, lifelong artist extraordinaire, would no longer be able to see colors. If that were to change, he'd have to perform seven herculean labors to earn them back one at a time. Red, Orange, Yellow, and Green have been restored to him after several years of petty swashbuckling and lollygagging tomfoolery. And with each color, his ability to see was widened a little bit further. When the color Red was restored to him, he was tougher than he was before, less vulnerable to physical harm, even moreso with orange, and yellow, and green. Early on, he was tasked with stealing magical paintings from art galleries made by occultist painters, gaining the attention of the small-time investigative journalist Joseph Potato, who was constantly hot on the trail of this "Rainbow Raider".

But as his tasks morphed from "steal this painting" to "bring me the blood of a hollow man", he came to appreciate that Mr. Necro wasn't quite the innocuous hobbyist occultist he made himself out to be. Having done as he was told and successfully extracted a sample of blood from a man without a soul, he had a long train ride back to Central City where he really assessed himself and realized that he wasn't happy with where he stood in life. So instead of regaining the ability to see the color Blue, gave a call to his archnemesis and confessed to everything before being instructed to talk to the Justice League instead.

At that, he took several days of bus rides to the Hall of Justice before timidly volunteering his experience to the probing stare of the Martian Manhunter, who swiftly apprehended the dastardly sorcerer before telling Roy that he could tell that there was "a fire burning in his heart" and that while this sorcery business may leave a red mark on his records, what matters is what you've got on the inside. In the time since, he had been investigating miscellaneous magical ongoings within Central City before volunteering with the occultist inquisitors The Shadowpact, participating in an expedition in which they defeated a revolutionary group intent on summoning a rainbow demon to destabilize the local government. While a portion of it leaked into the physical plane, Roy prevented its escape by entrapping it within his own body with the assistance of Detective Chimp.Now more powerful than he was before, he finds himself a bit insufficient for the Justice League but still wanting for something more grounded than the Shadowpact.

A B I L I T I E S:

He's got superhuman invulnerability more comparable to a Thanagarian than a Kryptonian, with a degree of inbuilt magical resistance courtesy of Nick Necro's blessings. He's got slightly improved strength, dexterity and speed thanks to the Rainbow Demon buffing his physique but has the entirely separate abilities to fly and shoot hard light pretty much exactly like a Green Lantern does without the shape manipulation. Technically it has something to do with the electromagnetic emotional spectrum but he doesn't know anything about that. That said, his power suite does come with a few drawbacks: 1) He can't see the colors blue, indigo, or violet. 2) He might be overtaken by the whims of the rainbow demon within without warning. He hasn't really worked that out yet and frankly no one's paid it the attention it deserves. 3) The evil wizard Nick Necro literally influences what he sees on an ongoing basis to varying degrees. Maybe Necro'll forget. He never really cared about Roy that much to begin with. Maybe not since he did betray him to the Justice League. Kind of a dick move.

C H A R A C T E R M O T I V A T I O N S & G O A L S:

I want to play this character because it appeals to me. His purpose is to find a purpose. He's pretty ashamed of his wasted youth and is going through some growing pains. He doesn't really have much in the way of personal relationships outside of his priestlike confessions to Joe Potato and his former "employer" Nick Necro. Really, I see him as being an awkward kid who learns to open up to the people around him and learning to overcome the weight of his own shame. I gave the origin a pretty deep reworking and basically streamlined the fuck out of his powerset into something a little more coherent than random superpowers for random colors. Really the reason he's wearing a costume at all and accepting the name is because he figures the life he leads with the sorcerer neighbors and the superpowered hijinks are an almost complete non sequitur to his life as Roy G Bivolo, so he may as well not have it reflect on his art if he ever recovers from his colorblindness.

R E L A T I O N S H I P S:

Cece - Roy sees Cece as a work of art, literally, and can intuitively pick up on the performative and exaggerated nature of her “on personality”. However, he isn’t particularly curious about seeing what she’s like at rest and gets the sense that she doesn’t like him. Her all-speed ahead, attention-binging personality creates a hard counterpoint to his own rudderless, self-indulgence.

Conor – Roy thinks Conor seems like a good fellow and would very much appreciate the opportunity to have a nice long chat with him about how rune casting works and generally bombard him with miscellaneous questions. He really wants to learn how to cast a spell. The idea of graduating from Sorcerer’s Errandboy to Sorcerer’s Apprentice would really make him feel better about the whole Nick Necro affair.

Dandelion – Dandy strikes Roy as something of an oddity. Both adorable and terrifying, not entirely unlike the fear and compassion one might feel looking at a den full of wolf pups. More than any other team member, Dandy is inspiring and sparks his imagination like few other living beings ever has.

Eilidh - When Roy looks at her, he feels nothing. That isn't to say that she doesn't provoke a response. Rather, when he sees her, he feels every nerve across the length of his body flush out, like every fiber of muscle and sinew is snazzied up and fitted anew. He looks at her and he feels like nothing or at least nothing like he's ever felt. It's nice and with her similar interest in the arcane, he reasons, she might be interested in talking over the story about how he almost helped a disciple of the dark arts summon a demon.¹

Gabriella - Of all the Renegades who seem poised, if not destined for greatness, Gabby seems foremost amongst them and Roy, frankly, wants to see her succeed, not just to take it in but also so that he can be the one to pass on her legend.

Johnny - Roy feels like he should like Johnny. They have plenty in common, with their legacy identities being thrust upon them externally and whatnot but the irritating part is that Johnny’s gift elevated his existing personality whereas Roy’s descent into the rainbow of rowdy rambunctions derailed his character arc, as he saw it, and muddled it with a cacophony of non sequiturs. While there’s a tinge of admiration when he looks at Johnny, it’s mostly jealousy.

Julian - While Roy's grades weren't ever anything to write home about (except in the cases where it was advised that he seriously consider getting a tutor), he always took solace in his right-brained nature, in his creativity but Julian's brain may very well be ambidextrous with his crazy alien science powers. Even as smart as he is though, it brings Roy a small measure of comfort to see that Julian's every bit as lost and confused as he is. It's just nice to know that not being anything special isn't anything special.

Kevin - While he sees something of a contentious kindred spirit in Johnny, when he looks at Kevin, he imagines the kind of person he'd probably not initiate contact with. It's true that Roy's afraid that may have done some things that he's not proud of, he's terrified of the things that Kevin would probably be proud of. At the end of the day, he figures that he's just a harder man than he is, so much so that it kinda makes hope that invisibility might be one of his powers.

_Footnotes

¹Small talk is not a strong suit of his.

Young Justice Renegades: A Team Worth Dying For

I feel like it'd be really fun for the magic crew to explain exactly what all the things Nick Necro had been using Roy to achieve would be really fun. Or if Selene used her Hellenic sorcery to fuck about with the rainbow demon.

Young Justice Renegades: A Team Worth Dying For

Roy G Bivolo

C H A R A C T E R C O N C E P T P R O P O S A L

T H E R A I N B O W R A I D E R

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^{_{Roy G Bivolo ♦ Male ♦ 16 ♦ Central City}}

C H A R A C T E R C O N C E P T:

^{"What's that look chum? If I didn't know better, I'd say you're looking blue! Right?"}

Roy G Bivolo always fancied himself something of an artist, whether that entailed dragging his finger across the mist on a car window or sketching in a notepad. One day he happened to find himself tagging the side of a building that had an arcane circle splayed onto it. In the process of overtaking the space, he was interrupted by the dastardly dabbler of the dark arts Nick Necro! who informed him that he had been in the process of summoning one of several low dukes of Hell and would have to start over while a menacing kirby krackling of his fiendish aura prompted Roy to beg for his life. With his humanity appealed to, Necro decided that it would only be fashionable to demand penance be paid.

Thenceforth, Roy G Bivolo, lifelong artist extraordinaire, would no longer be able to see colors. If that were to change, he'd have to perform seven herculean labors to earn them back one at a time. Red, Orange, Yellow, and Green have been restored to him after several years of petty swashbuckling and lollygagging tomfoolery. And with each color, his ability to see was widened a little bit further. When the color Red was restored to him, he was tougher than he was before, less vulnerable to physical harm, even moreso with orange, and yellow, and green. Early on, he was tasked with stealing magical paintings from art galleries made by occultist painters, gaining the attention of the small-time investigative journalist Joseph Potato, who was constantly hot on the trail of this "Rainbow Raider".

But as his tasks morphed from "steal this painting" to "bring me the blood of a hollow man", he came to appreciate that Mr. Necro wasn't quite the innocuous hobbyist occultist he made himself out to be. Having done as he was told and successfully extracted a sample of blood from a man without a soul, he had a long train ride back to Central City where he really assessed himself and realized that he wasn't happy with where he stood in life. So instead of regaining the ability to see the color Blue, gave a call to his archnemesis and confessed to everything before being instructed to talk to the Justice League instead.

At that, he took several days of bus rides to the Hall of Justice before timidly volunteering his experience to the probing stare of the Martian Manhunter, who swiftly apprehended the dastardly sorcerer before telling Roy that he could tell that there was "a fire burning in his heart" and that while this sorcery business may leave a red mark on his records, what matters is what you've got on the inside. In the time since, he had been investigating miscellaneous magical ongoings within Central City before volunteering with the occultist inquisitors The Shadowpact, participating in an expedition in which they defeated a revolutionary group intent on summoning a rainbow demon to destabilize the local government. While a portion of it leaked into the physical plane, Roy prevented its escape by entrapping it within his own body with the assistance of Detective Chimp.Now more powerful than he was before, he finds himself a bit insufficient for the Justice League but still wanting for something more grounded than the Shadowpact.

A B I L I T I E S:

He's got superhuman invulnerability more comparable to a Thanagarian than a Kryptonian, with a degree of inbuilt magical resistance courtesy of Nick Necro's blessings. He's got slightly improved strength, dexterity and speed thanks to the Rainbow Demon buffing his physique but has the entirely separate abilities to fly and shoot hard light pretty much exactly like a Green Lantern does without the shape manipulation. Technically it has something to do with the electromagnetic emotional spectrum but he doesn't know anything about that. That said, his power suite does come with a few drawbacks: 1) He can't see the colors blue, indigo, or violet. 2) He might be overtaken by the whims of the rainbow demon within without warning. He hasn't really worked that out yet and frankly no one's paid it the attention it deserves. 3) The evil wizard Nick Necro literally influences what he sees on an ongoing basis to varying degrees. Maybe Necro'll forget. He never really cared about Roy that much to begin with. Maybe not since he did betray him to the Justice League. Kind of a dick move.

C H A R A C T E R M O T I V A T I O N S & G O A L S:

I want to play this character because it appeals to me. His purpose is to find a purpose. He's pretty ashamed of his wasted youth and is going through some growing pains. He doesn't really have much in the way of personal relationships outside of his priestlike confessions to Joe Potato and his former "employer" Nick Necro. Really, I see him as being an awkward kid who learns to open up to the people around him and learning to overcome the weight of his own shame. I gave the origin a pretty deep reworking and basically streamlined the fuck out of his powerset into something a little more coherent than random superpowers for random colors. Really the reason he's wearing a costume at all and accepting the name is because he figures the life he leads with the sorcerer neighbors and the superpowered hijinks are an almost complete non sequitur to his life as Roy G Bivolo, so he may as well not have it reflect on his art if he ever recovers from his colorblindness.

R E L A T I O N S H I P S:

Short summary of your characters thoughts, feelings and regards for the rest of the cast. Optional and can be added to whenever.

Young Justice Renegades: A Team Worth Dying For

Sup. I'm Nightrunner. I like the idea of playing a chilled out version of our usual thing. I like YJ, maybe too much, so color me interested

Enthralling

When the young lady spoke, he felt disarmed, having poured days of labor into looking like someone you wouldn’t have time to talk to. With effort, he unstuck his tongue from the alarmingly dry roof of his mouth and reached for words. He was planning on playing the role of a complete nobody, a disposable extra. He felt his eyeballs roll like pinwheels as his brain buffered and lagged before picking a stock character to impersonate.

“Yeah. I d’know why they call it that, but I’ve been at ‘em since before I could shave. My old man used to tell me that if you wanna get anywhere you gotta toughen up. Mind you, I was a scrawny thing. Y’gotta eat nails for breakfast, he tells me. Then that’s about when ma’ went, so that’s how we toughened up. By now I figure I drank enough of the damn things to be as tough as a whole hardware store. Patroned by a kindly demon in the bottle, we are,” he says, slurring his words a bit to lean into his inner lush.

Seeing the sparkle in her youthful eyes, he felt the muscle under his tongue crouch like it wanted to pounce, to scream get away from me but that didn’t really seem like the right approach. Maybe it’d be in character to lash out but it’d also be a super effective way to get a fuckton of attention and a swift escort off the grounds, maybe even a police escort if he was particularly unlucky, which he figured he was, any time that it actually mattered.

“Gonna be honest with you: I haven’t read a book in fifteen years and I don’t know what that word means. I’m here to look at the pretty girls in pretty colors. Nice,” he paused to cough into his rolled fist, “dress, by the way. But the closest I ever really been to an art show before was the bathroom stall down by the 7-11. To be totally honest with you, I think I should probably just go but maybe a few more nails will keep me here,” he said finishing his drink off before slipping it down the length of the bar like a hockey puck and triple-patting the table to call for another, being as intentionally obnoxious as possible before checking around to see if the professor had arrived. Seeing nothing, he turned his attention back to the girl.

“So how about you? Are you a part of the show or do you just really like museums?”