Hellis

[OPEN AND ACCEPTING] HALT! Life of the City Guard.

That is more a miss from my side. I will fix it!

Create-A-Hero: A Superhero RPG Season 2- New Horizons (Closed)

@ShyDot

Babel, Silence and Parasite all affect the mind in varius ways.

Parasite eats brainwaves/thoughs and suplment it with visions and his own alien presence.
Babel hyperimpose/force her psychotelepathy on everyone around her.
Silence wipe himself from your memory.

Mass Effect: Borealis

I gots sonething on the way. Hopefully i throw it up before my larp/camping trip

Create-A-Hero: A Superhero RPG Season 2- New Horizons (Closed)

"OLD PEOPLE KICK TO HARD"

"Get up!" She heard the voice the way you hear someone screaming underwater. Muddled, bubbly sounds that made little sense. Voices that swam in and out of her comprehension,a kaleidoscope of noise and dissonance. Her head hurt as she staggered back up to her feet.

"AGAIN!" The sharp voice of a elderly woman cracked like a whip across her aching mind and brought her back to clarity. She blinked away the sweat and the tears. Opposite of her stood her teacher and confidant. The elderly woman was all virey strength, and despite her advanced years nothing so much as hinted to weakness. How it was possible to be so powerfull so far into your years was beyond Kaya. Instead she focused on putting up a proper guard, squaring her shoulders and lifting her left knee up in the classical muy thai pose.

"Ready!" She bellowed back and they were back on. Her opponent shot forth, breaking the muy thai stance suddenly to shoot for her legs. This caught Kaya by suprise and her kick went wide. She danced away, but a lighnting quick leg sweep kicked her leg from under her. She fell hard onto her side. She gritted her teeth as she landed and rolled to the side, avoiding a soccer kick aimed at her temple.

"Ready you are not child."

"That wasn't Muy Thai." Kaya said as she resumed the guard again.

"Correct. That was Burmese Bando. Did you know Thailand and Burma have a long history of claiming the others martial art is inferior? Like the Thai King who walked into burma and beat five masters. It is all jingoistic bullshit if you ask me." She said with a cheeky grin that made the old woman seem that much younger. Kaya could not let go of the fact that all this time, her teacher had a whole bag of tricks she hadn't showed her.

"But.. I never knew you trained other diciplines." Kaya said, sounding mock hurt. She lounged,leading with her right, trying to get her powerfull left hook lined up but the old lady weaved and moved like she was in her prime. Each punch missed or scored glancing blows, each time Kaya was tagged with a shin kick or a foot stomp.

"Girl. I taught you all you know. I didn't even teach you half of what I know." Her teacher smiled wryly as she checked the shin kick and and nearly took Kayas head off with a elbow strike. The woman, in a show of immense flexibility for her age, followed it up with a so called scorpion kick, a move that would make a ballet dancer cringe. That was Muy Thai however, and Kaya knew the tells well enough to roll away and getting a body shot in with a nasty low hook. Her teacher didn't so much as flinch, and instead drove the heel of her foot down onto inside of Kayas thigh. Forcing the younger woman to be momentarily flatfooted, she grabbed Kaya with both hands and drove her Knee right into her sturnum. Making her collapse.

Letting out a wheezing cough, Kaya sunk to her knees.

"Good hook. But you drop leg down and forget to pivot into it. That is a karate thing is it not?"

"Yes..." Kaya hissed as she got back up.

"No martial art is superior. Always discard what you cannot make work. I know the army taught you to fight dirty and effeciently. But the world changes constantly, you got to adapt or you is drawn down under the surface." She tossed a pair of gauntlets to Kaya. They reached all the way up to her elbows. Made of some sort of metal, yet decently lightweight. Before she could ask, Bak May picked up a unsharpened but none the less metal blade.

"Adapt" She said simply and took a stance that was startlingly similair to that of the old man and his freak daughter that almost killed Kaya months back. "Or Die."

Kaya gulped and set herself in a firm stance. "READY!"

---

Somwhere in the depth of china town.

"Seems like the Yakuza are moving more agressively." A young man spoke, eyes downcast. He was on one knee, and bowing to a handsome chinese man lounging on a chair adorned with jade spider. Hau Lang Koo was the undisputed leader of the Lost Haven contingent of the Jade Spiders. Everywhere their web spreads, his influence grew.

"They feel emboldened by the presence of their enforcers no doubt." The young man spoke as he barely stirred.

"What do we do." The young officer asked, not daring to look upon his leader.

"Is Eng back?" Hau asked as filed his nails.

"Yes. He arrived this morning from Hong Kong."

"If the Yakuza want a war. They have one. Send The Syndicate a message. Let them know that I will take care not to damage their operations. But that I cannot let agression go unanswered." As he said it he rose and a woman in red moved up to take his arm. Madam Zhau was his right hand. Where Eng was his attack dog, Zhau held mystical powers and entranced his followers. Imbuing the chosen ones with powers of their own.

"What of the vigilante? Still silent?" He asked without sparing his magician a glance. The woman didn't seem to mind his cold, buisness like demenour. She answered him as soon as he was finished talking.

"Yes. It seems our japanese enemies did manage to take her out of the picture somehow." Her voice was honey smooth and full of confidence. She somehow matched the young leader perfectly. Yang to his Ying. "I believe her to be alive. But for whatever reason, her trail is foggy. Even with a puddle worth of her very blood, my magic cannot grasp her identity or indeed if she is even alive." She sad it with some concern.

"Doesn't matter, the problem now is the Japanese. They grow bold with success. Time to make an example out of them." He said as they exited the inner chamber. Before long, they had a small honor guard following behind. Heavily armed, heavily tattoed men and women wearing enough weapons to make even the NRA nervous.

"Send Eng to their little casino down at the Japanese riverfront. Tell him I want blood. Lots of of it."

War was coming to Lost Havens streets.

Create-A-Hero: A Superhero RPG Season 2- New Horizons (Closed)

@Dedonus I want an official list.

Create-A-Hero: A Superhero RPG Season 2- New Horizons (Closed)

Parasite have no officially made himself a public and big target for any heroes out there.

The Esper Family was beloved by many and Mr and Miss Esper were essentially Miss and Mr Fantastic. So you just had two retired heroes and and their would be super hero children killed by a alien presence.

Create-A-Hero: A Superhero RPG Season 2- New Horizons (Closed)

Some claim that the new population of super was a curse. others that is was the next step in human evolution. To one creature, it was a buffet. Across the country, for the past four months, men and women found the ability to lift things with their mind or hear thoughts. There was psychics of potential but not training all over western hemisphere and for the creature known as Parasite. This was like Christmas. He had gorged himself, leaving a train of drained out husks and mental patients in his wake. All the while his power swelled and swelled.

Tonight. He was going for his biggest target. The Esper Family. Beloved heroes of the 80's they retired to take care of their mentally gifted kids. They had been in the news all over the world during the eighties and done a ton of good in letting people understand that not all mentally gifted was to be feared. They had lunchboxes with their faces on. And they were really powerful.

So it was no wonder he met a forcefield unlike any of his other his prays had set up. He prodded it with his mind, looking for flaws. He heard running and saw the elderly husband stare out of the window at him. He looked back and smiled. He found the weakness he was looking for and like a artisan driving his chisel into a ice block, he expertly shaved off just enough enter inside. He was immediately hit with the force of a powerful mind. Like a serpent of pure mental malice, it snared him. He looked around, finding the eyes of a redheaded woman. Miss Esper stared him down, fiercely concentrated.

"You made a mistake coming here." The woman spoke. Her grip on the creature solidified and Parasite felt a stirring of respect for her abilities. Of course, she was already doomed. Staring at her, his eyes opened into two abyssal pits of cosmic radiance and seared into her mind in an instant. She screamed and tried to look away, even as her power faded. He held her gaze, steadily advancing on her. "G-get away!" Before the creature from beyond could reach her, a kinetic blast lifted him off his feet and tossed him across the yard. He landed and rolled to his feet. The man he had seen in the window earlier stood in full Mr Esper regalia. All blue and white and sleek. He was a bit to pudgy for it now though. He was sweating, clearly not keeping in the shape of his glory days.

With a snails pace, Parasite began to advance. This time, it redirected the massive mental blow with a idle flick of the wrist and lashed out with a blow of its own. Miss Esper stared in terror as he approached. Mr Esper stood up, standing between it and his wife. A wave of pure mental force rippled out and tossed the Parasite back a few meters. "I will end you creature." He said as his wife stirred and came to her senses. "Don't look it in the eyes. It's a parasite. It feeds of negative energy and mental energies like our powers." She said as she got up on shaky legs. Blood trickled down her nose, staining her lips red.

Nobody moved. The pair stared the creature down but pointedly avoided eyecontact. Then it moved. Well rather, its mental muscle flexed and it sent a wave of pure, malice driven psychokinetic energy towards the two. They shielded it, hands clasped together. Their mind working in perfect concerto. They split the wave and made it pass them by unharmed.The kinetic energy shattered windows and ripped up the floorboards where it cut like a highpressure water blade. They lashed out themselves, two expertly drills of mental focus. They hit him dead on, and they saw in horror how its presence was pure mental energies. Where they struck the body dissolved and reshaped. It had no physical presence, not really.

Noticing their unease and hesiation, it seized upon it. Lashing out with a tendril of telekinetic energy and ripping a hole in their in defenses. They staggered back, intent on regrouping. But the creatures surged forward, anger and hatred of unimaginable magnitude swamped their mind. Images of worlds not meant for humans flashed trough their mind as they screamed to drive it out from their mind. As they finally drove it back, they had backed into the house, and the creature stood just outside the window. They had not even realized either of them had moved. It was as if it had eaten that, removed it from their minds.

And still, they felt a swirl of negative emotions engulf them. Making it hard to concentrate. They lashed at it, with telekinetic and mental attacks both. Part of the wall flew off from the discharge as it met their offence with its own. And yet it advanced. It was like a tidal force of malignant twisted mental focus.

That's when a fourth mind lashed out and caught the creature unaware. The Esper Girl. The oldest of the siblings, was home. Her mental onslaught tore holes in the Parasites fabricated body. She was like a tempest, unhindered, untamed, powerfull and merciless. For a fleeting moment Parasite thought it had made a massive mistake. Even as it reshaped she tore off new parts, keeping it on the defensive. Her power was incredible. But it was unrefined. Didn't look for his core. And her guard was sloppy

"Get. Away. From. My. Parents." She bellowed and shrieked. Her parents shakily recovered as their pride and joy took the fight to the creature. Then, Parasite stopped retreating and lashed back out. It focused all its might on the gnat trying to hurt it, forming it into a spear of pure psychic energy and forced the girl to her knees. Sweat broke out on her forehead as she held up her mental shields.

"Lisa. Avoid its eyes!" Her father screamed. A fatal mistake as it turned out. For a brief second she glanced into its eyes. That was the last thing she did. Lisa Esper, Esper Girl. The Girl with Million Dollar Brain died 17 years old. Her mind melted away as it was not as powerful and set as her parents. They had experienced and conquered and lived trough many horrors as heroes. Lisa was new. And now her mind filled with the images of her family being torn limb by limb. Of strange gods devouring her from the inside. Of her going mad and killing her younger brothers. She broke, and with it her shields. And with the shield, every bone in her body. Snapping, one by one. Each scream was both physical and mental. It fed the beast. It swelled, feasting on such a powerful mind .Reaching a level of power it had not felt in thusands of years. All while her parents screamed and cried.

But the couple would not let their daughter die in vain. Mr and Miss Esper drew upon their anger. their anguish. Their sorrow and unleashed a torrent of mental attacks. They decimated the hallway but parasite allready had an in with them. A flaw to exploit. It imprinted upon them the voice and appearance of their daughter.

"NO DAD. I AM STILL INSIDE. PLEASE SAVE ME!" It screamed and Mr Esper stopped for a brief second. That delay in the couples sync cost them. A blade of psychic energy ripped their arms off at the wrist. Severing their clasped hands. Then as the two stumbled, no longer in sync. It smashed Mr against the wall and stared in to Miss Espers eyes once more. This time, there was no saving her. It ate her slowly. Once done, it did the same to Mr Esper. Then it sat and waited for the last two member of the family to come home. Once done its eyes drew to the small, scared out his wits mind hiding upstairs. Drew, their middle child, was hiding. He had been since Parasite arrived. It would do him no good.

--

An hour later, Thomas Esper arrived. He saw the shattered windows and immediately ran to find out what happened. "Mom!?" He yelled out as he pushed the door open. To his immediate relief he saw Amy, his mother, standing there surprised. "Hey Thomas! Home early!" She asked with a bright smile. Thomas nodded. "Hey Mom. Have you seen Lisa and Drew?"

"Lisa is off on a mission and Drew is upstairs." His mom said softly. "Oh. Can you look and see if I got something in my eye?" She said as he leaned over and and let him take a good look.

Thomas didn't scream. He was the weakest of the lot. He was 13 when his mind was eaten by the creature from beyond. As Parasite left, he would one day come to pay for this. America's heroes would never forget the day the Esper Family all died.

Create-A-Hero: A Superhero RPG Season 2- New Horizons (Closed)

Josie gonna be smashing bad peoples faces in. She also need to come up with a cooler name.

Josie Kaya

Character you have created: Josie Kaya
Alias: Cabbie (Untill she can come up with something better.)
Speech Color (Actually say what you're using): #6660CC
Character Alignment:
Identity:
Character Personality:
Josie is of mix heritage and have scrapped her entire life as the result of facing down disapproving voices from both sides of her linage. Not to mention dealing with the system that is very much stacked agqinst her. She comes from the roughest parts of ”Little Thailand” a small part just outside of china town. Her grit is second to none, and her discipline would give drill sarge run for his money. She likes to toss down a cold one and relax around friends, but will go into fight or flight the second you corner her about her past.

In a fight, she is a terror. She is ruthless and violent to the point of crippling people with her bare hands. she fights dirty and she fights efficiently.

Uniform/costume: Josie does't wear anything special for her ”vigilante duty”. She ties a scarf around her face to hide it but it usually slips off. She wears army fatigues and varius sturdy articles of clothing. Generally, you will see her dressed in some sort of faux-military get up. Her preference lay with vests and tank tops.



Origin Info/Details:
Josie Kaya was born to a Thai father and Chilean mother. She was born into a poor household as the only child. Her parents lived in Little Thailand, a mainly thai set of neigbourhoods that exist on the outskirts of china town. The place always had trouble with the local teen gangs stirring up trouble. But they did seem to keep out the far worse alternative; The Triads. Being close to the China Town district, there were the occasional gangsters trying to move in. But the gangs kept chasing them out. Josie ended up in one of these gangs. Being a girl, she had to scrap twice as hard as the boys, but she managed. She was all fire, and people began to call her ”Ray Josie” which meant Fierce Josie in Thai. But she knew the streets would claim her life and that she needed an out. Thai Boxing wasn't that way, as good as she was she lacked the discipline to train daily and several of the boys in her gang attended the gym she went to.

Her out became singing up for the army. As it turns out, she was a pretty good fit. Her sheer determination of not going back coupled with her talent for fighting made her a favorite to her superiors who constantly saw her outperform her peers, male and female. Her service record distinguished her as a good shot with a exceptional ability to keep calm in the worst of situations. She was fast tracked to special forces as her grit, determination nad ability all were second to none in her unit.

She spent 15 years fighting abroad. From her 20th birthday to right after her 35th. By the time she got home, she had spent 8 of those in special ops, doing wetwork and fighting behind enemy lines. She doesnt talk about it much, but there are tidbits in her now expunged record. She was in Laos when something happened to her. She came in contact with another plane of existence. She, like a shaman of old, drew upon the wisdom of her dead ancestors when she was about to be killed in a ambush.

She left the army shortly after that. Returning home to seek counsel from her father, who was a religious man. But there were nothing for her to return to. During the past 15 years, little Thailand had fallen to the Triads. The old gangs were gone, murdered all but for a few. Her father had died along her mother, having been trapped in the local shrine during a shoot out. A new Triad Leader had approached the neighborhood with a scorched earth mindet. Her home was in ruins. One that did survive however, was her old Thai Boxing teacher. A lady who it turned out, was also well versed and experienced in the supernatural. She explained that the Infinite Mother, the energy of the universe itself, had chosen her to be its vessel. Because she was like it, fire and bright. Just and tempered.

Under her tutelage, Josie learned to call upon the spirits more frequently and in more controlled circumstances. Josie also turned her cab, her sole possession left to her by her mother, into a shrine of sorts.

Hero Type (Select one): Hero (But toes the line with the sheer brutality of her actions) / Supernatural (Avatar of a 'god')
Power Level (Select one below): Street/City
Powers (Be Specific):
The Mothers Flame;
A mystical force that flows trough Josie at all time, The Mothers Flame is the manifestation of her anguish and the supposed godly mothers will to ease it. When She calls upon it, she is bestowed with supernatural power and abilties.

Third Eye; She is not the most apt at opening her third eye, it take meditation and alot of sitting still. But she can do it, and it allows her to see all things otherworldly for what they truly are.

Ancestral Possesion;
Only possible when the flame is stoked so to speak. When her bond with the Mother diety is strong enough, spirits ride its cotails and enter her. She gains their knowledge and skills for a brief moment as a result.

Attributes:

Strength Level: 3xHuman (ancestral mode)
Speed/Reaction Timing Level: Peak human. When in Ancestral mode 10xhuman
Endurance at MAXIMUM Effort: 5xhuman (Ancestral Mode)
Agility: Peak Human, when in Ancestral Mode she has 3xhuman
Intelligence: She isn't a genius, but she got street smarts to spare. More a fighter then a thinker in the end.
Fighting Skill: Trained CQC in the army. A exceptional Muy Thai fighter. Possess vast knowledge when it comes to firearms, urban warfare and stealth. When channeling her ancestors, she gains additional skills.

Resources: Practically none. She lives in her cab.
Weaknesses: Even when possessed, she is only human. Anything that kills a human, kills her pretty much.
Supporting Characters:
Bak May: Her Mentor. 79 year old, former Thai Boxing Womens world champion. Born in Thai Land, came to the states to open a gym with her husband, who were her trainer at the time. Respected by pretty much everyone in Little Thailand. She is also extremely spiritual and have acted as Josies teacher in everything spiritual.
Lou Holmes, Childhood friend. Lou isn't Thai, but lived in little Thailand with his father who worked as a mechanic. He is now Josies mechanic and keeps her cab running. They may or may not have tried dating with a terrible result. They don't wanna talk about it.
Hernandez Matanza: Fellow Cabbie and friend. Hernandez was saved by Josie after he ran afault a triad extortion racket.
Haou Lang Koo; Leader of the Jade Spider Triads. The ones running drugs and prostituion out of Little Thailand. Haou Lang Koo is half Korean, Half chinese. Due to this, his predecessors didn't want to abdicate power to him quite so readily. So he took it trough force. He is know to be completely ruthless.
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Create-A-Hero: A Superhero RPG Season 2- New Horizons (Closed)

Becouse 3 is a magic number

Character you have created: Johan “Rune” Falk
Alias: Runes. The Wandering Hand. The Kings Consort
Speech Color (Actually say what you're using): #99ebff
Character Alignment:Hero
Identity: Johan Falk
Character Personality:
Johan is a straight shooter at heart. He will not bullshit you if he doesn’t have to. He doesn’t make excuses, and he does not waver in his conviction. He is a gentle soul however, he just hides it behind a gruff, cynical shell. He carries tremendous pain from his failures, and is often forced to take solace in the company of others. His relationship with Nêuvan is a fickle one, as the King is not mortal and do perceive things the way a human does. While his love for Johan is real, it is not monogamous and it leaves Johan to seek company elsewhere.

Uniform/costume:



Johan dresses casual at all time. He wears what is sturdy and comfy, but always put on his black wool coot regardless of the weather. His beard is magnificent, his eyes the coldest blue. He looks like a modern day Viking in pretty much every regard aside his clothing.

Origin Info/Details:
A archeologist with personal demons and a list of tragedies behind him, Johan was consumed by his work. He was on the heels of a great discovery that so far had cost him everything. He had found evidence of the Vikings coming in contact with something otherwordly. To Johan who was one of the few who still believed in the Aesir, this was the confirmation he craved. In his research, he stumbled upon the art of Runemagic and found it not only fascinating but actually usefull. He began experimenting, using runes to draw upon arcane magic, like those priests of old. In his research, he came across the next clue to the Vikings mysterius ally.

His travels took him from Uppsala in Sweden, to the Northern most point of the Norwegian mountains. There he discovered a old abandoned temple not alike anything else he ever encountered. Instead of being dedicated to Odin, Thor or similair, it seemed to dedicated to something else entirely. Its insides were rimmed with permafrost, it's floor was smooth and carved out of the very mountain itself.

There he found a lone Runestone, larger then any he ever seen. And before lay what looked like a giant human skull. He had found a temple dedicated to the Joten. The Giants of Frost. Shocked by his discovery, he didn't know the earie glow of the walls around him. As he left in a hurry to report his findings, something stirred deeper inside the temple.

Outside a blizzard had arrived seemingly out of nowhere and it stranded the young archeologist. That's when he first heard it. The sound of a giant. Turning around, he stood face to knee with a massive humanoid. To this day he have no idea how he survived. Somehow, the runes he had sewn into his coat flared up with power from being in proximity of one of the old enemies of all Aesir. The battle was drawn out, the Giant toying with him. But in a bout of desperation he carved the rune for might into his palms. Saying the words of power to open the rune to the arcane stream, he was filled with power beyond comprehension. He slayed the giant somehow, he was to drunk on power to remember. But the giant had no arrived alone. The Joten came as massive, lumbering shadows within the blizzar. Their eyes full of cold, gleefull murder. In fear for his life he ran back inside the temple, only to find a secret entrence had opened. Having no choice but to go down the dark and unknown, he came upon a meadow and another world entirely. In it stood a creature so beutyfull he almost wept.

IT was the King of Elves, who had followed his exploits. He offered the young man clemency and education in the art of rune magic. In turn, he asked only that the human would follow him to his palace, and be loyal to him. In time, this loyalty became reverence and respect, which turned into a spark of mutual love. Over the course of ten years, Johan became a runemage of skill and reputation. He was also spoken about in hushed tones as the "Mortal lover" of their beloved king. Envy drove more then one challenger to Johans doorstep, and he bested them all. His prowess would net him the title "Kings Champion" and he began to represent the King outside the palace.

The day came where his King grew more distant, being a fickle creature. After it became to much to bare, Johan asked to be returned to his own realm. He was allowed passage home on the condition that he remained the Kings Champion, and became his Voice to the expatriats who chose to live amongst mortals instead of their fellow kin.

Hero Type (Select one):(Supernatural) Magician
Power Level (Select one below): City/World
Powers (Be Specific):

Runemage;
Being a runemage, he draws upon the power of the Arcane Stream trough talismans and words of power. His body is a conduit for his magic thanks the runes carved into his back. Trough them he can tap and fill whatever runic binding he has in hand. Notably his spear; Jutenbane and his coat.

Kings Voice; A gift given to him by Neuvean. When he speak elvish, he can compel creatures bound to his Kings realm to comply and follow his orders.

Magical Coat: His coat is embroidered from top to toe with runes. Due to the overspill of his magic, the coat is always at least a little charged. Fully powered, it protects him passively from any scrying, targeted spells and the like. At low power, it simply muddles those who try to divine his location.

Jutenbane A enchanted spear that can allegedly pierce any armor, veil or protection when “powered up”.

Runic Might During moments of extreme danger, Rune has the ability to draw upon the stream to a dangerous extent. He becomes superboosted and all his magic is increased thusandfold. In this state he becomes one of the most powerfull magicians in all the realms. Sadly, he can only maintain it for less then 15 minutes before the magic would consume his body. Just pushing ten minutes of it is enough to leave him comatose for a day.

Attributes (Select one at each category):

Strength Level: Human
Speed/Reaction Timing Level: Human
Endurance at MAXIMUM Effort:
Agility:Human
Intelligence: High, still human
Fighting Skill: He can put up a decent fight with his spear, due to his time with the Northern Fae. But there are many better fighters out there. He relies on his magic rather then anything more brutish.

Resources: Extensive. Being the lover and chosen Champion of the King of All Elves has it’s perks.
Weaknesses: For all intents and purposes, he is human.
Supporting:

Loiusa Falk; His younger sister. Firey, angry and the best cook he ever met.

Nêuvean Winterborn, The King of All Elves: The king of Alfheim rules the Nordic contingent of elves, and hold domain of pretty much all of Scandinavias’s trolls, elves, gnomes and other such creatures. He is the one who saved Rune from death, and who has protected and cared for him as the former grew acclimated. The two are lovers, a bond that persist even as Johan Traverse the mortal realm.

Josephine Hildebrand; A rival magician who detest Johan for taking “shortcuts” and becoming the Kings consort. Hildebrand herself is a necromancer, and a good one at that. She isn’t evil, but her position as a mage for hire makes her a far cry from being “Good”.
Humir; The prince’s exiled brother. Despises humanity as a whole, despises Rune in particular.

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Create-A-Hero: A Superhero RPG Season 2- New Horizons (Closed)

Character you have created:The Broker
Alias:None. A demon such as need no alias.
Speech Color :#F62217 (Ruby)
Character Alignment: Neutral Evil
Identity: The Broker, He Who Deals, Greed Incarnate
Character Personality:
In the circle of greed, you can only survive as consummate professional and utter bastard. The Broker is a healthy dose of both these things. With the added benefit of being a complete monster. He is a demon after all, spawned from the greed of mankind. He is known to be obsessively greedy and finnicky with his actions. He has little to no morals, but doesn't so much enjoy killing then he is indifferent to it. He is without a doubt, evil. He would light a toddler on fire if the thought it would benefit him.

Uniform/costume:
When in his “human” form, broker is a 6’2 tall vaguely middle eastern man with a bright, red mane of hair. He dresses in business casual at all time and his eyes are the color of blood. He is handsome, with just a hint of uncanny valley going on. He is almost to impeccable, and staring at him for to long as a mortal, nonmagic user, can wierd you out.

In his demon form, he is 7’2’’ tall, with large curved horns. His skin is a subdued red color and his eyes are fields of white that glow with power. He generally dresses in robes similair to that of a rich mans bathrobe.

Origin Info/Details:
When the very first man committed a sin, Hell began to make plans for mankind. Hell was constructed to house those who fell, and their souls were added to the furnace that burns eternal. Eventually, mans sin became to big to contain, and like any good housing project, more rings were added. Sometime in the past, one of these rings were visited upon the malice of greed and Broker was formed. The broker was not a fallen angel, he did not hold heaven in contempt. He was a new breed, a carnal sin made flesh. He cared only for those who shared his sin, and could feed his desires. He rose from hell to seek out the first crusaders that reached Jerusalem. There he convinced Templar and Muslim holy warriors alike to give their soul to him in return for information, weapons and power.

It was only the first of many conflicts where he would show up to claim the souls of the corrupt and desperate. He visited magicians across the globe, offered power in return for their smallest, least significant trinkets. Trinkets he infused and turned into objects of power. These artifact then found their way back into mortal hands and started wars and enabled atrocities. He was the one to urge the betrayal of Ceasar. His presence were felt everywhere politcs crossed with blood.


His power grew steadily and soon he was managing a network of wicked men and women who owed him everything. He would soon become bored with hoarding earthly riches and souls. He began hoarding knowledge instead, began lending his power directly to warlords and magis. He observed with morbid curiosity as men to foolish to understand his being, killed humans by the dozen trough spells. But With the dawn of the very first super hero, he saw a new world open before him. With the dawn of the superhuman and alien, there was suddenly new stimuli to pursue. And as a creature who always had his finger on the pulse, the Broker now walks earth, finding and realizing the potential in budding supervillains everywhere.

Hero Type (Select one):
Power Level (Select one below): City, Possibly world if you consider his sphere of influence. This is reliant on people actually doing what he tells them to.
Powers (Be Specific):
World Shifter; At any time, Broker can open a portal to hell or vice versa. This is his main mode of transportation.
Teleportation; Broker can also teleport short distances.
Magic; Broker has lived for longer then most, and studied in detail the workings of witches, warlocks and other magic users who might draw upon the infernal. As a result, he is a accomplished magician. He draws upon infernal magic from his very essence and from hell itself.

Attributes (Select one at each category):

Strength Level: 5xhuman
Speed/Reaction Timing Level:
Endurance at MAXIMUM Effort:
Agility: 5xhuman
Intelligence: Genius levels of IQ
Fighting Skill: Exellent, albeit he is not a proper fighter, He is magican.

Resources: A vast and seemingly endless network of low level supervillains that ove him a favor, to big shots within politics who sold him their soul. He has more magical artifacts at his fingertips then the most collectors see in their entire life. In short, the Greed demon is filthy rich and influential, as Is his ambition.
Weaknesses: He is a demon. Holy magic tend to be effective. Blessed weapons and such is a very useful tool. Technically, a proper exorcist may banish him back to hell in a bind. But he’ll be back and annoyed.

Supporting Characters

Blueberry, his daughter. A gluttony demon who can consume anything.

Karin; A human sorceress who works as his middleman in many deals regarding magic artificats.

Maligna; Sister. Envy Incarnate
Zan; Rival and Brother; Sloth Incarnate
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Sample Post:

”The Office. Secret Lair of The Broker. Possibly Hell. Somewhere between doom and damnation, 5:30

”And they showed such potential..” The Broker stared at the newpaper in his hands. While front page had Captain Ultra beating down Capitol Punishment with the arm of some russian knock-off robot, that particular article didn't interest him much. Capitol was a hardy, old school kind of villain. He'd be back up swinging in no time. The same could not be said for the group of fledgling villains he had assigned the simple task of robbing a shitty little bank office. Of the original crew, only one had made it to out properly. Tim, a local genius type; Vengeful, unsure of himself, chip on his shoulder. Bright kid. The other were either incarcerated or dead. Well. Atleast the crazy irish fellow would be out in no time. HIs little head to head with the super hero Bastille had impressed the Leper. So he would likely break the man out. Bastille who had fought them while still on fire. He had been almost to much for them to handle in the end. In fact, the entire thing had been a disaster. Broker looked at the article that was taking up the middle spread. At least they generated some buzz. There were going to be a few B-Lister in desperate need for muscle.

”Robbery turned Massacre. 10 dead as failed robbery attempt end up in shoot out.” The article said. He scoffed as he scanned for relevant details. ”Four suspects have been apprehended, and two have been accounted for as dead. Three or more may have escaped in the chaos. Exact identities of these are unknown. Police hope hearings will yield more results.” Broker scoffed again and made the paper in his hand dissolve into flames and ash. He rose from his elaborate and no doubt expensive chair as he surveyed the room. Several workbenches and office chairs were strewn about, each surface cluttered with binders, books or stacks of papers. Computers from all kinds of time periods were neatly in a row along one wall. Broker grabbed a few of the papers and binders, seemingly at random, and started to rummage.

”You... And You... And you.” He mumbled. ”You to. And you. Oh. A monster? You for sure” He continued like this for a while longer before returning his desk were a phone had suddenly appeared. He picked it up and spoke. ”Lucida dear, could you send out a envelope to these... Fortunate ones?” There was pause as a giggle could be heard from the other end. ”No. You deliver them. I am afraid that if I showed up in person so soon they would think I favored them or something. Yes. That will be fine.” He killed the call and looked over the papers again. ”So much high tech and alien nonsense. I miss the days where most guys relied on magic and gimmicky spells...” He mumbled as he leafed trough it. ”I swear these names are getting sillier and sillier. I miss the days of Clobber and Disaster Master. Thug? Where is the pizaz in that!? I swear I should hire them a PR agent...”

Putting the folders down, He carefully withdrew a key made out of human finger bones out of his vest pocket. He spun it around his finger as he punched another number into ancient excuse for a phone on his desk. Barely a signal passed before someone picked up the phone on the other side. Brokers smile grew into a wide grin, a myriad of teeth both sharp and narrow like needles glimmered.