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How many more people need to die before we do something about ISIS?
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These status updates are...odd. I approve.
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Butts. They are so round, so squishy, so perfect. Bootiful.
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Gaq62VCcnew

Things you need to know:

I'm eighteen years old. I'm American. I'm a Protestant Christian. I don't like anime. I like comic books. I once killed a shark.

My roleplaying interests change periodically, and I am not currently looking to join any more roleplays at the moment.

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Everyone saying 'nah he wouldn't know,' dude's gone through everyones shit, probably on everyone's laptops he knows what kind of porn everyone is into and honestly thats all the dirt you need on anybody let's face it lmfao


Marcus is from Russia. There's always more dirt than porn when you're from Russia.
"B-B-B-"

Marcus visibly shook. His brow folded downwards in such a position that seemed physically impossible as the Green Lantern was filled with such livid anger that he started to flail his arms in a show of absolute shock.

"BORING?!" He shouted in a fit of rage. "Do you have any idea what you're going on about? Sports are the life blood of humanity! The entertainment that connects us all as people! It's the one thing that all people of every language, religion and color can connect with! Ever heard of this little thing called the Olympics? The World Cup? Massive events in history that every man, woman and child across all seven continents sit down to watch and cheer for their local athletes as they battle it out in a contest of strength, skill, speed and teamwork?! What is more pure in the world than kicking a football around at a family gathering? Tossing the baseball with your son for the first time? Do you know how many millions- No, billions of people who you just slapped in the face with your utter slander of the greatest thing since sliced bread?"

With his speech over, Marcus stepped off his soap box and sat back on the couch with the rest of the Titans. The Russian boy took a deep breath before he could go back to enjoying the game. The Metropolis Metros were facing off against their bitter rivals, the Gotham City Wildcats. Gotham City had scored the first touchdown, and the Metros were on the back foot. But the City of Tomorrow always had a plan up their sleeve as they psyched out Gotham's defensive line and ran the ball. "Get him!" Atlas shouted in frustration as the Metros quarterback sprinted towards the in-zone. "NOOOOOO! Ah, come on! Really?! Nobody could tackle that guy? I could have tagged him!"

"Hate the Metros." He mumbled, sitting back into the couch further. "Oh, Julian. That reminds me," Marcus began. "I broke the training bot again. Can you fix it for me? Thanks, Brainy." As Marcus turned to look back at the television set he noticed that most of the Titans had gathered around the couch now. A smug look crossed his face. Heh, I knew my Braveheart speech would sway them. Atlas thought. Marcus settled in and continued to watch the game in relative silence, with only an outburst here and there. He mostly ignored all the talk of the Illuminati, finding the fact that some of his teammates actually believed they were a real threat to be preposterous. The Illuminati were nothing more than a story, created by the actual threats to throw off the common man's scent. Funny how Q could be so close to the truth and still come off as a total loon.
@FacePunchYou should post bruh >3<


I just got online! Calm yourself!

Since Kid Q and Tom (as a telepath) would know everything about our characters, should we pm them hidden stuff about their 'dark pasts' or whatever i wonder...


Green Lanterns are immune to telepathy, and anything Kid Q could find out is public knowledge. (Like that nerd could find out Marcus' secrets. Pssht. ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) )
Marcus stood across from one of his many mentors, Wildcat. Atlas (or Green Lantern, which ever you prefer to call him) had only recently started working on his boxing with Ted Grant. Ted was the best boxer on the planet, bar none. Most people would consider it an honor to have an afternoon alone with the guy. But Marcus? Marcus was a Green Lantern. He'd met the Guardians of the Universe. He fought side by side with Hal Jordan and Jon Stewart every other day. Marcus had traveled across the cosmos, defending entire solar systems from catastrophe. He didn't feel honored to stand in the presence of some man. The guy could throw a mean right hook, though. He definitely had that going for him.

"Hands up, Marcus. We're going again." Wildcat ordered, his own hands ready. The Russian boy sighed, bringing his hands up in front of his face and placing his right foot forward. Marcus was a southpaw, so he led with his right hand and used his left to deliver his most powerful blows. "Hit me." Wildcat commanded. Marcus smiled, more than happy to oblige. Atlas took a quick step forward and threw a pair of quick jabs with his right hand. Ted parried both attacks with ease. "Faster, Marcus. Hit me!" Marcus grit his teeth and threw another three jabs faster than before. Wildcat parried the first two and weaved away from the third. "Stewart told me you could fight, but I've seen princesses who could throw a better punch than that." Marcus exploded forward, unleashing a barrage of jabs and crosses. "I'm just warming up old man!" Wildcat back peddled as his younger opponent went on the offensive. He dodged, parried and weaved. Not a single blow landed on the fighter as he showed his mastery of the art of boxing. "Come on!" Marcus yelled in frustration. The Green Lantern threw all of his weight into a wild haymaker. Wildcat scoffed and moved out of the way with the greatest of ease. "Seriously?" Ted Grant moved around Atlas' side and unleashed a hail of punches into the Titan's side. Marcus grunted, falling to the floor.

"Ow." He muttered.

"Get up." Wildcat pulled his new pupil to his feet, patting him on the shoulder before crossing to his side of the ring. "Now come at me. Keep focused, and keep your head down." Marcus breathed in deeply as he brought his bare fists up. He glanced at his ring for a moment, before turning back to Grant and crossing the boxing ring. The two fighters met in the middle, and Marcus started the fight with a left hook. Wildcat ducked under the attack and slammed his fist into Marcus' bare chest. Atlas took in a sharp breath as he struggled to breathe. Ted waited until Marcus was ready before attacking again. Atlas launched a pair of jabs and a cross, which Wildcat dodged and countered with a pair of jabs of his own. "This isn't really fair, I hope you know. Feels like you're wearing brass knuckles." Wildcat smirked, sending a jab at Atlas' face. Marcus blocked the attack and returned with a right hook to Wildcat's side. "Like hittin' a guy in plate armor." He muttered as the two continued their dance. "There are trade-offs." Wildcat continued the conversation as he tried to uppercut Marcus, which the Russian promptly dodged. "I'm slower. More vulnerable." Marcus tried an old one-two combo, which Wildcat parried and countered. "Still faster than I am." Marcus said as he pounded on Wildcat, who didn't bother to dodge. "Ah, hell." Marcus grunted as he took a step back, rubbing his hands together. Ted just laughed.

"Laugh at this!" Marcus leaped into the air, spinning around. Moments before impact a green light construct surrounded Marcus' leg. His foot connected with Wildcat's nose, a look of surprise on the older fighter's face as his head went flying off his shoulders.

"Nice kick. But could you have telegraphed it more?"

"Like you saw that coming."

"Of course I did. Now pick up my head."

Atlas jumped out of the boxing ring and jogged over to the decapitated head of Ted Grant. Marcus picked Wildcat's head up and climbed back into the ring. He reattached the boxing champion's head to his still-standing body. Wildcat tried to move, but his arms flailed erratically and refused to follow his commands. "Well, that's great. You broke it. Didn't even do it legally, either. You just had cheat." Marcus rolled his eyes and went to wipe himself clean of sweat with a towel. "Like I'd ever beat you at boxing. Not that I need to. Muay Thai is more flexible." Wildcat's form disappeared, leaving behind a metal skeleton. "Get Julian to fix this robot and I'll school you at Muay Thai too. Been trained in that since before you were born."

Suddenly Guardian's voice came over the intercom. "Titans, we have work to do." Marcus pumped his fist in the air in excitement. A green light washed over Atlas as his costume replaced his boxing shorts and he began to levitate. "Finally, some action!" He yelled as he flew out of the room. "3, 2...1..Annnddd." Duncan's groan came back over the intercom as he announced the false alarm. Marcus groaned from the hallway as Wildcat merely chuckled, disconnecting from the training robot.

---

Ding!

The elevator opened on the top floor, Marcus stepping out in casual attire. Donning a Batman hoodie and a pair of jeans, the young Green Lantern made his way inside the room and walked towards the living room. Atlas jumped over the couch and landed with practiced ease on the sofa, grabbing the remote and turning on the massive television. Marcus put his feet up on the coffee table as he started to flip through the channels. "Boring. Boring. Weird. Boring." Atlas nearly gave up before he found the perfect show: The Sports Channel. "Here we go." Marcus leaned farther back into his seat and watched as the commercials ended and the Football game began. "Was that a joke, Q? I swear, I can never tell when you're joking."
Marcus stood across from one of his many mentors, Wildcat. Atlas (or Green Lantern, which ever you prefer to call him) had only recently started working on his boxing with Ted Grant. Ted was the best boxer on the planet, bar none. Most people would consider it an honor to have an afternoon alone with the guy. But Marcus? Marcus was a Green Lantern. He'd met the Guardians of the Universe. He fought side by side with Hal Jordan and Jon Stewart every other day. Marcus had traveled across the cosmos, defending entire solar systems from catastrophe. He didn't feel honored to stand in the presence of some man. The guy could throw a mean right hook, though. He definitely had that going for him.

"Hands up, Marcus. We're going again." Wildcat ordered, his own hands ready. The Russian boy sighed, bringing his hands up in front of his face and placing his right foot forward. Marcus was a southpaw, so he led with his right hand and used his left to deliver his most powerful blows. "Hit me." Wildcat commanded. Marcus smiled, more than happy to oblige. Atlas took a quick step forward and threw a pair of quick jabs with his right hand. Ted parried both attacks with ease. "Faster, Marcus. Hit me!" Marcus grit his teeth and threw another three jabs faster than before. Wildcat parried the first two and weaved away from the third. "Stewart told me you could fight, but I've seen princesses who could throw a better punch than that." Marcus exploded forward, unleashing a barrage of jabs and crosses. "I'm just warming up old man!" Wildcat back peddled as his younger opponent went on the offensive. He dodged, parried and weaved. Not a single blow landed on the fighter as he showed his mastery of the art of boxing. "Come on!" Marcus yelled in frustration. The Green Lantern threw all of his weight into a wild haymaker. Wildcat scoffed and moved out of the way with the greatest of ease. "Seriously?" Ted Grant moved around Atlas' side and unleashed a hail of punches into the Titan's side. Marcus grunted, falling to the floor.

"Ow." He muttered.

"Get up." Wildcat pulled his new pupil to his feet, patting him on the shoulder before crossing to his side of the ring. "Now come at me. Keep focused, and keep your head down." Marcus breathed in deeply as he brought his bare fists up. He glanced at his ring for a moment, before turning back to Grant and crossing the boxing ring. The two fighters met in the middle, and Marcus started the fight with a left hook. Wildcat ducked under the attack and slammed his fist into Marcus' bare chest. Atlas took in a sharp breath as he struggled to breathe. Ted waited until Marcus was ready before attacking again. Atlas launched a pair of jabs and a cross, which Wildcat dodged and countered with a pair of jabs of his own. "This isn't really fair, I hope you know. Feels like you're wearing brass knuckles." Wildcat smirked, sending a jab at Atlas' face. Marcus blocked the attack and returned with a right hook to Wildcat's side. "Like hittin' a guy in plate armor." He muttered as the two continued their dance. "There are trade-offs." Wildcat continued the conversation as he tried to uppercut Marcus, which the Russian promptly dodged. "I'm slower. More vulnerable." Marcus tried an old one-two combo, which Wildcat parried and countered. "Still faster than I am." Marcus said as he pounded on Wildcat, who didn't bother to dodge. "Ah, hell." Marcus grunted as he took a step back, rubbing his hands together. Ted just laughed.

"Laugh at this!" Marcus leaped into the air, spinning around. Moments before impact a green light construct surrounded Marcus' leg. His foot connected with Wildcat's nose, a look of surprise on the older fighter's face as his head went flying off his shoulders.

"Nice kick. But could you have telegraphed it more?"

"Like you saw that coming."

"Of course I did. Now pick up my head."

Atlas jumped out of the boxing ring and jogged over to the decapitated head of Ted Grant. Marcus picked Wildcat's head up and climbed back into the ring. He reattached the boxing champion's head to his still-standing body. Wildcat tried to move, but his arms flailed erratically and refused to follow his commands. "Well, that's great. You broke it. Didn't even do it legally, either. You just had cheat." Marcus rolled his eyes and went to wipe himself clean of sweat with a towel. "Like I'd ever beat you at boxing. Not that I need to. Muay Thai is more flexible." Wildcat's form disappeared, leaving behind a metal skeleton. "Get Julian to fix this robot and I'll school you at Muay Thai too. Been trained in that since before you were born."

Suddenly Guardian's voice came over the intercom. "Titans, we have work to do." Marcus pumped his fist in the air in excitement. A green light washed over Atlas as his costume replaced his boxing shorts and he began to levitate. "Finally, some action!" He yelled as he flew out of the room. "3, 2...1..Annnddd." Duncan's groan came back over the intercom as he announced the false alarm. Marcus groaned from the hallway as Wildcat merely chuckled, disconnecting from the training robot.

---

Ding!

The elevator opened on the top floor, Marcus stepping out in casual attire. Donning a Batman hoodie and a pair of jeans, the young Green Lantern made his way inside the room and walked towards the living room. Atlas jumped over the couch and landed with practiced ease on the sofa, grabbing the remote and turning on the massive television. Marcus put his feet up on the coffee table as he started to flip through the channels. "Boring. Boring. Weird. Boring." Atlas nearly gave up before he found the perfect show: The Sports Channel. "Here we go." Marcus leaned farther back into his seat and watched as the commercials ended and the Football game began. "Was that a joke, Q? I swear, I can never tell when you're joking."
@King Kindred

http://youtu.be/yRU4iZUsTY0

I expect Kid Q to regularly dig through the Titans' trash.
I'll try and post sometime today. Kinda busy, though.

I'm questioning why in the world Titans East chose Deleware of all places to set up. Not exactly the center of all the world's problems.


Character you have created: Harvey & Laura Smith
Alias: Thunderbolt (left) Boom (Right)

Speech Color: color=6ecff6 Thunderbolt; color=f26522 Boom

Character Alignment: Hero

Identity: Secret

Character Personality: Thunderbolt: Harvey was born to be a hero. He is fiercely protective of others, and dislikes bullies. Harvey believes that everyone has a duty to help their fellow man however they can, and lives his life by that philosophy. Harvey gives to the poor, became a police officer, and eventually a superhero because he simply wants to help. Harvey is loving, compassionate, and intelligent. However, he does have flaws. He can be naive, and his code of honor can get in the way of the greater good. Harvey refuses to kill, and looks to end conflicts as peacefully as he can. When Thunderbolt sets his mind to something there is little others can do to change it. Harvey works for the Lost Haven Police Department.

Boom: Unlike her brother, Laura is a fighter. She's stubborn and pigheaded, and believes she's always right. While Laura follows a code similar to Harvey's, she goes about fulfilling it differently. Boom always looks to accomplish her goals for the greater good of mankind. While Harvey might walk an old woman across the street, Laura wants to expose a politician's corruption. She's pragmatic and calculating, choosing to use her time more wisely than her brother. Laura is rebellious, bold, and cunning. Laura has always had a nose for the truth, and has always worked as a journalist since her middle school days. She writes for the Daily Watchmen, one of Lost Haven's biggest newspapers.

Uniform/costume: See above. Boom's costume covers more skin; similar to Thunderbolt's. When not in costume, the siblings dye their hair to distance themselves from the appearance they have as heroes. Harvey stands at 5'11, and Laura at 5'9. Both are extremely fit.


Origin Info/Details: Harvey and Laura are siblings, both in their early twenties. They grew up in Lost Haven, New Hampshire; specifically the Little Sicily quarter with two loving parents and a large extended family. They were the Smiths only children, and thus were a bit spoiled. They lived a fairly peaceful life, and were pretty well off for a family living in the big city. Harvey was considered a troubled child during school for his tendency to get into fights protecting total strangers from bullies and thugs. Eventually Harvey got so out of hand that the kids' parents had both Harvey and Laura join a self defense class. This started what became a favorite hobby for both kids, who eventually joined an amateur Mixed Martial Arts gym in order to continue following their newfound interest. High School marked the first time Laura worked for a newspaper (she wrote for the school paper) as well as the first time Harvey found himself in police custody for grievously harming a local bully.

These patterns continued until the two graduated High School and set out into the world to find themselves. Laura signed up with the Daily Watchmen with the end goal of becoming a Pulitzer prize winning writer. Harvey joined the Lost Haven Police Department, ironically, with no real career in mind. His only goal was dishing out punishment to people who picked on the weak and defenseless. Eventually the siblings decided to move out of their parents' apartment and moved to Sherman Square, sharing an apartment of their own until they could afford two.

Life was good. Work was stressful for both of them, but the kids enjoyed their jobs. They didn't have trouble paying rent. When the metas first appeared, their reactions were mixed. Harvey adored Icon and the other heroes for their dedication to justice. They were a godsend to the crime-ravaged city, which had suffered under the heel of the world's most powerful mob, the Shroud Syndicate. Harvey was one of the few cops not on their payroll. Laura didn't trust them: no one should have that much power. What if Icon turned bad? He could destroy entire nations and no one could stop him. And all these super villains that seemed to follow after him, like the dreaded Nightmare? Metahumans were too much trouble, and Laura hated having to put trust in people she didn't know to protect her.

Then D-Day struck.

Harvey had been among the police who were in the thick of the fighting. He'd nearly been gutted on more than one occasion by the invading monsters and demons. He'd seen too many friends die that day. Laura had intentionally put herself in the middle of the action. She recorded everything, both with her phone and a notepad. Her piece on the D-Day violence won her two whole promotions for being one of the only reporters brave enough to document the events of D-Day.

Less than a week after the attack, the siblings were walking home together. It was raining, harder than it had rained in years. Flash flood warnings were in affect as the two rushed to their apartment, having left their car home since there hadn't been any projected rain that evening. While walking through the park, the two were struck by a series of lightning bolts. When they awoke in the hospital, it seemed a miracle had occurred. The doctors reported that the two had been covered head to toe in third degree burns, yet they had healed in less than an hour. The doctors marked it up as a freak accident (and reported the incident to STRIKE) and sent the Smiths on their way.

Thus, Thunderbolt and Boom were born.

At first, Laura wanted to ignore her abilities until they could find a cure. Harvey, on the other hand, was ecstatic. He could finally be a superhero! The two argued about what to do about their new found abilities for days. Eventually Laura agreed to go along with Harvey's hair brained superhero scheme, at least for the mean time. Laura and Harvey discovered the extent of their powers over the next few months as they trained and fought, sharpening their reflexes so they could better operate at the speed of lightning. Once the two thought they had their powers under control, the Smiths started their career as superheroic siblings. They had one of their most trusted friends, Brooklyn Stone, sew them both friction proof costumes. Harvey's best friend, Eric Harrison, set the two up with magnetized ear pieces so they could communicate even while travelling faster than sound. Once they were properly equipped, Thunderbolt and Boom set out to debut themselves as Lost Haven's nearest heroic duo.

Hero Type: Speedsters

Power Level: City level

Powers:

Super Speed: Harvey and Laura's primary power is super speed, with their other abilities existing as subsidiaries of this ability. When Thunderbolt or Boom run, time and space seems to bend as everything slows down around them. They are able to perceive things in slow motion, as well as talk at super speeds to each other using their magnetized ear pieces. The siblings are capable of reaching speeds up to mach 300, faster than the speed of lightning. There are signs that the two are slowly becoming faster the more they push themselves.

Tornado Generation: Thunderbolt and Boom can run in circles at super speed to create a vortex that they are both able to control. They can rotate their limbs at super speed to generate tornados to either send enemies flying or suck the air out of their lungs and keep them from breathing.

Healing Factor: While the Lightning Effect allows the speedsters to tank enormous damage without harm, there are still things that the Effect can't absorb. To make up for this, the Lightning Effect increases the siblings' natural healing factors to the umpth degree. With this healing factor, third degree burns heal in less than an hour. Minor cuts in minutes. Entire organs regenerate in a day. Broken Bones repair themselves in hours.

Super-Intelligence: Harvey and Laura's brains move as fast as they do, allowing them to think at extreme speeds. They are capable of reading entire books in seconds. Their brains' short term memory lasts thousands of times longer than the short term memory of a human being. The Smiths brains process information at such rates that Thunderbolt and Boom are able to perceive bullets at near stand still. Such increased reflexes allow them to experience years in the span of a second, disarm an army of their weapons before they can fire a single shot, and dismantle missile moments before they explode.

Lightning Effect: The mysterious source of Thunderbolt and Boom's powers. A blue aura surrounds each of them that absorbs kinetic energy. This aura protects them and anyone they are carrying from the effects of the speed, especially the effects of friction and airborne particulate matter. It also prevents them from sustaining injury from high-speed impacts, and affords a low-level of superhuman resistance to injury. Both of the siblings are able to expertly control the Effect, increasing their combat effectiveness drastically.

Attributes (Select one at each category):

Strength Level: Normal Human

Speed/Reaction Timing Level: 100+ MPH [ mach 300, faster than lightning]

Endurance at MAXIMUM Effort: 1 hour

Agility: 20X Human level

Intelligence: Genius

Fighting Skill: Trained [Thunderbolt and Boom are both experienced in kickboxing, having trained since they were young]

Resources: Average

Weaknesses: Molecules slow down in subzero temperatures. This applies to the speedsters as well: The colder the environment, the slower Thunderbolt and Boom are forced to move. Slick floors also mean that the speedster siblings can't get traction, and can't run at super speeds. Harvey and Laura have to consume more food than the average human to compensate for the Lightning Effect speeding up their metabolisms. The Lighting Effect can be manipulated by outside forces, stealing the Smiths speed and rending them powerless.

Supporting Characters:

Brooklyn Stone: A childhood friend of Harvey and Laura. She is a skilled tailor, and created Thunderbolt and Boom's costumes, and repairs said costumes whenever they are damaged. She owns a small shop in the heart of Chinatown.

Eric Harrison: Best friend of Harvey. The two have been close since Harvey fended off a couple of bullies that were harassing young Eric. Harrison is a technology guru, and provides the team all of their gadgets and support on the field. He monitors police scanners and contacts the Smiths when there's trouble. Eric has no official job, living off his parents' fortune.

Commissioner Jessica Valdez: Commissioner of the Lost Haven Police Department and Harvey's boss. She doesn't know Harvey is Thunderbolt, and despises both him and his other identity for working against her. Corrupt and greedy, she serves at the pay of the Shroud Syndicate and his on the top of Thunderbolt's enemy list.

Editor-in-Chief Gary Gold: Chief of the Daily Watchmen and Laura's boss. He has a hard nose for the truth, and only prints the facts. He's one of the few newspaper in Lost Haven not controlled by the mob. Gary doesn't know Laura is Boom, but she's one of his most trusted reporters and writers. Publicly supports superheroes and condemns the police for their corruption. The Watchmen is set up in the Financial District.

Peter and Emily Smith: Harvey and Laura's parents. They don't know their children are superheroes. Loving and kind, Peter and Emily support their children whenever they can. Peter is a retired boxer, and Emily is an artist. They both live in an apartment in Little Sicily.

Do you know how to post pictures on RPG boards?: I have no idea, pls send help

Sample Post: Harvey was bored. He'd just gotten off of work and was waiting for Laura to pick him outside the precinct. "Come on, come on, come on. Where is she?" Harvey repeated under his breathe as he tapped his foot rapidly against the sidewalk beneath his feet. He could have ran home and gotten there in a second, but this whole secret identity thing didn't allow it. People would start to wonder how Harvey moved around so fast without a car. They'd ask questions; and when all of your co-workers are detectives and police officers, acting suspicious isn't recommended. So here Harvey was, stuck sitting on a bench outside the police department, waiting for his sister. She probably stayed late again working on another story. She was always doing that. Which was fine, Harvey guessed, but Laura could have at least called. Was that so hard? Picking up her cell phone and telling her older brother 'Hey, I'm going to be working late. You should just walk home.' Sergeant Smith sighed as he slumped in his seat, nearly dozing off despite the biting cold of the February air. Couldn't it be summer already? Harvey felt so...Sluggish during winter. The speedster considered just walking home when his ear buzzed. He reached up and touched the small bluetooth device, activating it.

"Go ahead, Eric."

Finally, some action! With all the other metahumans running around, you'd think Thunderbolt would be busier. Yet, it seemed all the crime across the city was being dealt by other heroes most of the time. Harvey pulled his coat tighter around himself as his best friend started talking.

"Alright. We've got a robbery in progress on the corner of Roe and Beacon. Somebody's trying to rob Clarie's Jewelry. They've got a meta with 'em, too. A brick by the sounds of it. Bulletproof, tearing steel apart with ease. Sounds like your kind of gig." Harvey looked around. He didn't want anyone to see him race off at mach 300. Once Thunderbolt was sure the close was clear, Harvey took off. He kept his speed low, about mach 50, so that the Lightning Effect kept his clothes intact. He needed to reach his house and change into costume. He dodged around people, cars, and buildings as he reached his house in the span of a single sentence. Harvey unlocked his door and raced into his room, opening a locked chest where he kept his Thunderbolt costume. Harvey changed in a flash before disappearing out the fire escape and racing down the side of his apartment building. The speedster cranked his speed up to max and reached the site of the robbery in seconds.

"Where's my sister, by the way?" Harvey wondered as he observed the situation. Five gunmen, all armed with automatic weapons. They wouldn't be an issue. The real problem was the metahuman. The guy stood at a massive eight foot tall and was covered in stone, head to foot. Oh boy. Thunderbolt thought. He'll be trouble. "Laura's still working on a report. Something about more and more of Lost Haven's biggest companies falling under the influence of mobsters. Really interesting piece, actually." Harvey sighed as the gunmen exited the jewelry store carrying bags full of loot. "Really? What's Gold think?" Thunderbolt asked as he pursued the gunmen to their getaway vehicle. They had yet to spot the hero, who was moving too fast for the human eye to follow. "Gary? Gary's skeptical. Not enough hard facts about these mobsters to start publishing front page stories about 'em. He wants her to keep pursuing the angle, though." The metahuman hopped into the back of the car as the gunmen all filed inside with the loot and started to drive away. "You should probably-" Eric began. "Yeah, yeah. I got it." Thunderbolt disappeared in a flash of light as he reached the vehicle. Harvey began popping the tires, rapidly vibrating his fingers to turn them sharp. The vehicle swerved as the driver lost control of the car, and they crashed into the side of a building.

Thunderbolt stood atop the car, looking down at the stunned thugs. "So you should surrender, because we all know how this is going to go down." Not wanting to go down without a fight, the masked criminals opened fire. They sprayed holes through the roof of their car as they tried to kill the hero attempting to stop them in their tracks. Harvey hummed a tune as he casually grabbed the bullets out from the air. The thugs and their metahuman comrade all exited the car and spread out. Thunderbolt just smiled as they continued to fire until they were out of ammo. "My turn." He announced, launching the bullets at super speed into the thugs. The bullets were moving too slowly to pierce a human's skin, but fast enough to knock out all of the gunmen in a hail of gunfire. The metahuman growled, leaping over to the car an grabbing at the speedster. Thunderbolt jumped over his head and landed a good few yards away. "So what do they call you? Brickhead? Mister Stone?" Harvey quipped as the frustrated meta grabbed the getaway car and tossed it in the speedster's direction. "Name's Concrete!" He growled as Thunderbolt grabbed a pair of the unconscious criminals before the car could land on them. "Your name'll be Con-VICT when we're done here!" Thunderbolt joked with a smirk as he charged the metahuman. "Stop. Stop please." Eric begged over the comms as he watched the fight through the camera built in to Thunderbolt's goggles. "That physically hurt."

"Whatever, you're just jealous of my quick wit."

The speedster unleashed a barrage of punches onto Concrete's abdomen. The Hundred Speeding Fists, Harvey liked to call it. Thunderbolt dashed backwards as Concrete tried to grab his attacker. "Ow. Ow. Ow." Thunderbolt complained as he rubbed his fists together. Concrete laughed as the speedster danced around in discomfort. "Ya can't hurt me, little punk! I've fought with the big leagues! You ain't nothin'." Thunderbolt growled as he considered his options. "Any ideas on how to take this guy down, big man?" Eric asked. Harvey spent a microsecond thinking it over before he thought of another plan. "Yeah. Let's see if he has to breathe." Thunderbolt began rotating his arms at the speed of lightning, creating a vacuum around Concrete as he sucked the air out of the immediate area and the meta's lungs. Concrete fell to his knees on the street, clutching his throat as he struggled to breathe air that wasn't there. It took nearly three minutes before the guy collapsed, unconscious. "Score one for team Thunderbolt!" Harvey cheered, pumping his fist in the air.

"We are so not team Thunderbolt."

"Oh, hey! Shortstack has finally decided to pick up."

"Been busy. I assume you have it handled?"

"'Course I do. I'll have Concrete and his lackies in police custody soon as Eric gives the call."

"Already done, bud."

"Cool. How's the reportin' coming, Laura? Catch any big scoops?"

"First, nobody says scoop." Laura started. "Second, Gary shot me down. We need more information on the guys buying out the financial district before he'll even consider running the story."

"Well, where do we start?"

"All I have is a name. The Cowl."

Character you have created: Varune Walker the Nobleborn
Alias:

Speech Color (Actually say what you're using, don't go "Like this", or what not):

Character Alignment: Hero/Villain/Walking the Line

Identity: Secret/Known

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Hero Type: Mystic

Power Level: City level

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Strength Level: Normal Human, 10, 20, 30, 40, 50, 60, 70, 80, 90, or 100+ tons.

Speed/Reaction Timing Level: Normal Human, 20, 30, 40, 50, 60, 70, 80, 90, or 100+ MPH.

Endurance at MAXIMUM Effort: Normal Human, 2, 3, 4, 5 hours.

Agility: Normal Human, 5X, 10X, 15X, or 20X Human level.

Intelligence: Average/Genius/Super-Genius

Fighting Skill: Untrained/Trained/Mastered

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Sample Post (Minimum Four paragraphs containing dialogue. As this is an Advanced Level game, Sample must also meet the RPG forum's minimum requirement of 12 lines):
Sentinel watched as the armored Paladin took flight and left him there, in the street. Isaac looked around at the madness surrounding him. San Francisco was under attack by a horde of the undead. Moments ago Rufus had stomped off, looking pissed off. That worried the Kryptonian. Accelerate was usually the most level-headed of the Titans. What set him off like that? Gah. That isn't important right now. Sentinel made a mental note to approach his teammate about his little outburst later. A sonic boom echoed throughout the streets as Sentinel took off into the heart of the city. He used his powerful senses to locate groups of survivors, and steered himself towards them at supersonic speeds. The Kryptonian arrived at an apartment building crawling with husks. Isaac furrowed his brow as he watched the creatures scale the building's walls to get to the people hiding inside. The new hero he'd talked to earlier said that these...things...Couldn't be saved. That they were, for all intents and purposes, dead. They just hadn't been put six feet under yet. Sentinel took a deep breath. This was the closest thing to killing innocent people as he'd ever done. It bothered the Kryptonian. Isaac always thought he'd be able to kill on a moment's notice. But now that he was here, watching these monsters try to kill people..He had to. There was no other way. Rao, forgive me.

The young hero launched into action. He used his heat vision to bisect the zombies on the outside of the building before rushing inside. He froze a pair of walkers standing just in front of the door before crashing through them and making his way upstairs. Sentinel sliced through another half a dozen husks with his heat vision as he reached the top floor. About twenty people had barricaded themselves inside a single room, which was now under assault by a horde of the living dead. It all felt so surreal as Isaac crashed into the horde of zombies and began to tear them apart, limb from limb. Sentinel had been told to avoid hand to hand combat. But Isaac had to do this. He had to feel these beasts with his own hands. They felt just like normal humans. Yet their skin was cold. And their hearts did not beat within their chests. They were monsters, through and through. Not people. Not anymore. Sentinel slammed his hand through the last of the zombies' skulls. His life force rushed back inside Isaac's body like a tidal wave. The creatures had tried to drain the Kryptonian, but they had failed. Sentinel wouldn't fall so easily to mere fodder. The Teen Titan knocked on the door of the apartment. "It's safe." For a moment, there was no reply. Then the door opened and people started to come out. Men, women, and children of all ages flooded the halls and surrounded Sentinel. "The city is under attack. You need to get out of the city before more of those things come this way. Follow me. I'll protect you."

The Kryptonian led nearly two dozen people out of the apartment. Sentinel found a nearby school bus, and sighed with relief. "Alright. Everyone get inside." Sentinel ordered. The people were quick to oblige. Isaac stood to the side, watching the civilians' backs as they made their way onto the abandoned bus. The last of the people to get on, a little boy, tugged on Sentinel's cape. "Superman?" The little guy said as he clutched a teddy bear. Sentinel couldn't help but smile as he bent down in front of the kid. "Yeah?" He asked. "Thank you." The little boy wrapped his tiny arms around Sentinel. Isaac blushed as he returned the hug. Such affection, and from a total stranger? "Alright, buddy." Sentinel began as he stood up, placing the boy inside the bus. "I'm putting you in charge of all these people. You have to protect them after I get you out of the city. Can you do that for me?" The little guy nodded and Isaac ruffled his hair. "Alright, everyone take a seat!" Sentinel ordered before closing the bus' door.

Superman's protege lifted the bus full of people. He couldn't fly, so Isaac would have to run them out of San Francisco. Sentinel gripped the bus with all of his strength as he began to make his way through the city. He accelerated to just under the speed of sound, his bio-matrix field protecting the bus and everyone inside from the dangers of moving so fast without proper equipment or protection. Within minutes Sentinel and the bus full of civilians were out of the city and in the evacuation zone. Sentinel set the bus down and people poured out of the vehicle. Isaac watched them for a moment before leaping back into the city. He wasn't done yet. Not by a long shot.

Hordes of zombies that once roamed San Francisco now lay motionless in the streets. Sentinel rocketed across the city, dealing death to the undead. Huge swathes of husks fell to the Kryptonians powerful heat vision and freeze breath. Nothing would stand in the hero's way as he cleared out dozens upon dozens of husks with extreme prejudice. These beasts had hurt people. Killed them. Now that Sentinel knew the people they once were was long gone, he set to work massacring the monsters in mass. He saw mothers and fathers. Sons and daughters. Now they were nothing but shriveled shells, trying to consume the living for some unknown purpose. Rage and sadness swirled within Sentinel's heart. He felt nothing else as he committed what could only be described as genocide. "I couldn't save you!" Isaac yelled as he ripped one of the beasts' heads off. "I was suppose to protect you!" A pair of husks fell as Sentinel tore them apart. "I'm..." Sentinel grabbed a husk that seemed much smaller than the rest. A child, once upon a time. "I'm sorry." Isaac broke the creature's neck and tossed the tiny, lifeless corpse to the side. He leaped into the air and landed on a nearby building, panting. They had nearly killed him. "All my fault..." He muttered as the husks dashed towards him. "DIE!" Isaac let loose his heat vision at full bore. The beams stretched as far as Sentinel could see, turning hundreds of husks to ash as they tried to attack the Teen Titan.

Isaac fell to his knees.

Sound rushed into Sentinel's ears. He could hear the Tower's alarms going off in the distance. He tried to stand, but he'd drained his reserves dry with that last attack. Isaac let loose a small cry as he struggled to breathe. How many people had he killed today? Seventy? A hundred? Two? Yet the armies of the dead seemed endless. All of this power, and yet Sentinel couldn't save them. All of these people had died. And it was all his fault. "I'm done." Isaac muttered as he stared at the top of the roof, on his hands and knees. Sweat dripped from his entire body. Voices echoed from his communicator. Amazon yelled out battle cries. So much hate..How uncharacteristic of Evan. Static Shock was asking for help. What was he doing in San Francisco? Sentinel could hear the sounds of combat through the communicator. The Tower was definitely under attack. His friends were in danger. But Isaac couldn't get to his feet. Sentinel looked to the sky, and saw that dark clouds covered the sun. He wasn't recharging. Isaac sighed, a feeling of uselessness creeping into the back of his mind.

Then Thermo activated his communicator. "We may not have Ravager, but we have each other. We're Teen Titans and that means something even if we hate each other. Try to attack these brain eaters at a range. We don't need any teen heroes joining their ranks. Let's show them that they messed with the wrong team." Sentinel looked at his communicator, and then back at the dark sky. "Titans...Together!!"

Sentinel pushed himself to his feet. Those guys needed his help. Isaac looked towards the tower. The dead were crawling all over it. An endless wave of the husks climbed onto the island and into the hangar. This enemy was without number. Without remorse. "Rao..I need you. Give me your strength." As if by some miracle, the clouds began to split. Light poured down from the heavens and over Sentinel. Isaac felt his strength returning in spades. Isaac soaked in the suns glorious rays before activating his communicator. "Static, this is Sentinel. I'm coming." The Kryptonian quickly examined the city, looking for the senior Titan. Combining his telescopic and X-Ray visions, this shouldn't take too- There he is! Sentinel leaped into the air, cracking the rooftop under him with the force of his take off. Sentinel soared through the air, landing a block away from Static and the horde attacking him. He wasn't at full strength, but Sentinel had enough power to save his fellow hero and Titan. Another sonic boom announced Sentinel's arrival as he slammed into the crowd of zombies trying to get at Static. "The Titans are under attack! We need to finish up here and get to the tower." Sentinel's heat vision sliced through husk after husk as he smashed and tore them apart with his bare hands, unafraid of their life draining touch. Isaac felt invincible as he fought side by side with Static, felling the beasts with swift and righteous anger.

As the last corpse fell, Sentinel looked towards Static. "Let's go." Sentinel panted before launching into the air and soaring towards Titans Tower. Isaac crashed on the island, sending rock and dirt flying as he landed opposite the tower. He set to work attacking the husks, brute forcing his way toward the hangar. He was going to save them. He was going to save them all.

"Sentinel to the team, I'm coming for you! Just hold out for a little longer. I brought a friend."
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