Hillan

"The Hat Association"

I am owed like, four hats.

Including a tophat.

The Mavericks: Valiant Heroics

And just as if someone did hear Thomas's prayers, something that wasn't quite a teargas grenade caught the attention of the gangbangers that were holding the school up. The two that Thomas had been watching before was now looking away from the students, drawing their attention to the sound of the explosion. Thomas took this as his time to strike, the students were moving on the other side of the gym, too.

Generating speed while springing, he jumped off the bleachers where he had been standing, hidden in the shadows. Jumping from them, Thomas had calculated his jump perfectly, making the three meter jump with grace , landing behind the two thugs. Bending his knee, he was crouching to avoid injury, when the thugs was turning around, Thomas put his hand on each of their shins, and jerked forward, making them both flip in the air, and fall forward on the ground, hitting the ground with loud thuds. A Third guy came at him, as one of the ones he had knocked down was crawling back to his feet. Thomas pulled the guy from the floor, ripping the gun from his hands. Thomas quickly threw the gun with it's broad side towards the third, still standing guy, the gun hitting him in the face, disorienting him, and by the time he had regained his compuser, Thomas punched him in the chest, knocking the air out of him, as the gangbanger bowed forward, Thomas ripped the mask off, and then with an uppercut sent him to the floor, out cold.

He heard sirens. “So.. Someone did have the brains to call the cops, huh?”
Thomas figured there'd probably be a few more thugs left, but he couldn't take them on. That'd be too risky, instead, he decided to cover his bases, keep his secret safe.

Thomas saw how the students all ran out for the doors, as he himself ran back up the bleachers, where he made sure he was out of sight, he removed the mask, hat and vest from his person, throwing them all into a trash-bin, He grabbed the bow-tie from his pocket and tied it around his neck, he grabbed a shard of glass and cut a shallow-cut into his left arm, and then he used the shard to graze his cheek. Thomas letting out a painfilled groan while doing so. “Dammit I hate cuts..” Thomas mumbled to himself under his breath. He saw a lighter, and lit the lighter up, as he tossed it into the trashbin, destroying the evidence. “Waste of a 200 dollar hat..”

Now all that the Texan had to do was keep himself out of danger and wait for the authorities to clean up.

X-men Noir: Let The Good Times Roll

NR is having a pretty rough time IRL, hence why he's not on that much.

X-men Noir: Let The Good Times Roll

Ruby said
...have you ever, actually, read an X-Men comic?Just wondering. ^_^Also, JS, Estella wasn't the one being melodramatic. Unless you count her reaction to the Bamfs. In which case, how would you expect a protective person to react to seeing someone jumped to the ground by wee-devils not knowing they weren't a big deal?

Oh god I know. The comics makes me unsure if it's X-men or an MTV show.

The Mavericks: Valiant Heroics

Thomas had noticed the two guards who had dropped to the floor, bullet wounds. It had given him enough cover to move into the gym, without getting shot at, since the truck wasn't exactly a stealth-maneuver. He'd swiftly walk through the halls, till he saw the guy holding his bleeding hand, most of the hand being shot off. As he saw the masked man in the hat, he went for his weapon, but too late as Thomas punched him out before he could take aim, Thomas's punch deforming the mask on his head. Thomas turned around, towards where he saw the bullethole in the window, and smiled, tilting his hat slightly. It was too dark, but with his enhanced sight he was fairly certain he saw a figure up on the rooftop the next street-over.

Thomas noticed the running couple whom had jumped out the window, it didn't take long for him to connect the dots. “ Guess I'm not the only guardian angel of this city.” Thomas noted to himself, as he moved to forward, towards the dance hall, approaching another thug, looking into the gym, watching over them from the stands where the crowd was during a indoors-match. Thomas grabbed a firm grip around the man's throat with his forearm, using his other arm to hold the man's arm back, so he wouldn't fire his weapon. “Don't fight. Just relax. You'll be okay.” Thomas told him, his voice hushed as the man lost consciousness from oxygen deprivation. Thomas could see two more mask-wearing thugs but they had too many people to use as hostages. He had to think of a better approach.

What I'd give for tear-gas right about now..

X-men Noir: Let The Good Times Roll

Oh, haha. That's fair enough.
And I am well aware that it's not OOCly, lol.
It's their choice if they wanna join the gang, or not. But it's up to you guys to work it out if they don't.

X-men Noir: Let The Good Times Roll

WW1 was worse for soldiers than WW2 was, though.

Titans!

Name:
Jake Clawson

Codename:
Razor

Age: 18

Role:
Hero

Appearance:
Jake stands at 179 CM and 71 KG. He's lean and looks borderline skinny. But if you'd pay close attention to him, you'd see that the reason he appears skinny is because of the very small amount of fat on his body. His hair is hazel brown and always rough. His naturally rather pale skin has a bronze tan. His eyes are green. He's been called cute and on occasion even handsome, both of which have made the boy blush.



Personality:
Jake is a kind, goofy kind of guy. He takes care of people, but he also doesn't mind being taken care off. He's your typical rather lazy teenager. He spends his days either playing video games or watching TV. That is, when he isn't tinkering with gadgets. He's highly intelligent, and a masterful engineer.

Abilities:
Superhuman Dexterity:
Jake's original ability. Jake has superhuman coordination, he's able to complete more or less anything that requires dexterity with a 99.9% success-rate. The power is truly showing when Jake is comfortable, behind the controls of an aircraft.

Enhanced Senses:
His secondary mutation gave him enhanced senses, much like the animals. His smell, taste, sight and hearing are all superhuman. He was also gifted more rapid regeneration. Not on par with that of say Wolverine, but still very substantially superior to a human.

Skills:

Piloting:
Razor is one of the best pilots in the world, having a 'connection' to an aircraft unlike what most people could even imagine. He can push a plane to it's absolute limit and remain unscathed. Naturally, he's more of a fighter-jet person than anything else. His superhuman dexterity comes into play in the piloting. He is the best aircraft gunner in the world.

Martial Arts:
He has basic military martial arts training.

Engineering:
Not only can he fly an aircraft, he can build one, amongst other things. He's a skilled mechanic, and an even more skilled engineer.

Equipment:

In the field, he wears a pilot jumpsuit painted blue and red over a tactical kevlar armor. He wears special gloves with built in claws, should he need to use them. The claws are about and inch a half long, coming out of the wingers on the gloves. They are made out of vibranium as such they are just about indestructible. His suit comes with jet boosters in his boots and NTH-metal plating in the kevlar suit he wears under the jumpsuit. The boots to give him power to fly, and the NTH-Metal to stabilize him during flight.

The Turbo Kat
Built and maintained by Jake and his friend, Chance..
The craft is able to outrun any fighter-jet employed by every known military, and outgun just about all of them. It comes with several kind of non-lethal ways to take down an enemy. Everything from
EMP-hook rockets, to bullets that upon impact generates a soft foam. The aircraft is outfitted by Jake beforehand for each mission, as it cannot carry every weapon at once. The airplane holds as many as two passengers, plus the pilot.

Backstory:
Jake was born in the place called MegaKat City, the city being in a paralel universe. One where everyone were.. Different. From what you'd usually expect. People were humanoid cats. Civilized, but everyone was cats who stood on two legs and so forth.

Jake was born to a insignificant family, his father owned a pharmacy and his mother was a house-wife. Jake had since a very young age enjoyed tinkering with things, having built his own tricyle at the age of three. He was always a very smart young boy, being recognized during the time of his junior high. The city's military was recruiting from the High-Schools in the city, and Jake drafted for the military. He completed basic military training, before being put into the air-force. That was when Jake met his best friend. Chance Furlong. Chance was the best pilot Jake had ever seen, and Jake was partnered with him. Chance had a reputation in burning out his co-pilots / gunners, but Jake was certain he'd make the cut.

And he did. The two did get discharged from the army after an incident that was completely out of their hands. But that only fueled them to become something.. More. They were forced to work on a salvage yard, to repay the damage that had come out of the incident. There, they took parts from damage jets, and used it to build a secret jet. A better one. With Jake's technological wizardy, and Chance's mechanic skills, their jet was faster, and better equipped than any other.

Donning modified Flight suit, the two made a name for themselves. They were known as the Swat Kats. Jake and Chance had many adventures. They went back in time, they fought dragons, demons, the undead, evil masterminds, and even their own evil-clones.

But their last mission would be the worst one. They got ambushed by the Past-Master. They had just managed to get the jet in the air when the past-master generated a portal, one that he claimed would send the Swat Kats away forever. Chance managed to eject, but Jake's ejector didn't work, he and the plane passed through the portal, the plane hitting the sea, and floating on it, Jake got out of the plane, only to see himself in the water, his reflection reflecting.. A human.

That was half a year ago, Jake's grown custom to the human life by now, his goal is to get back home to Megakat City. But while doing so, he's working with the Infinity Inc.

X-men Noir: Let The Good Times Roll

Jeez.

Guy can't catch some Z's without you guys turning this into a soap opera? :P

Titans!

Didn't you get the memo?

It's been said twice already.