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Titans East: United We Stand

We should have guest writers for the villains join us. Just a constant recruiting thread for minor villains to build our own little east coast hive academy of baddies to beat.

But probably not because that'd be tedious.

@Experiment 249

And dumb.

Mostly because it'd be dumb. :D

Titans East: United We Stand

They will.

...

I've said too much.

Titans East: United We Stand

It's the Hash Slinging Slasher!

Probably someone checking out the site to join and finds this thread really interesting.

@King Kindred

Let's be real. Who wouldn't find this thread interesting, though?

Teen Titans: Divided We Fall

The Zombies all started to break in, but Rufus was devising a plan against them. It wasn't a serum to cure them, nor was it to blast all of the zombies into space. It was a cruder plan, one that would require a lot of legwork. Turning, he found his teammates tearing through the zombies to avoid dying themselves. The idea was survival of the fittest, and Rufus wasn't completely against killing, sometimes it was necessary, and these things weren't even alive. Right?

Dashing through the tower, he went through all of the armories and got every piece of restraining equipment he could find, police issued handcuffs, batcuffs, zipties, chains and rope. He even found some fuzzy cuffs in Rose's room. Each Zombie he came in contact with, he incapacitated without killing, breaking their legs were fine, though. He threw all of the gear into boxes that he dashed down into the hangar with, succesively restraining any zombie in his path, restraining them in their hands and feet to avoid any damage at all they could do. As he arrived in the hangar his teammates were already tearing through the Zombies. He had to stop them, it wasn't evil demonic beings they were slaughtering, it was mostly people.

"Titans, stand down." He said via the communicator as he dashed around his teammates, restraining the zombies they inevitably would have killed. "Titans, I repeat, stand down." He said, as he was panting, his hands on his knees as he was trying to catch his breath, sweat was trickling down onto his black mask. "We need to keep the people safe. Both those that are already 'gone', and those that aren't. Amazon, you fly into the suburbs and find out if this is spreading, one of you join him. Remember, no killing. Lock & Load, use your abilities to find a way to inhibit the zombies, like the meta collars in Belle Reve, but for Zombies. Rest of you.. Fuck, I don't know. Thermo, stay in charge."

As he was just about to head into the city to find Sentinel, the Krpytonian arrived with a senior Titan in tow. The blood on Isaac's hands made Rufus start to worry Was there even a city left if Isaac had let loose? They needed to find whatever it was that was behind this all, provided that the dickhead in the tin can suit was right about that. Once they had settled that, he was gonna have to figure out a way to deal with the Kryptonian.

VIGILANCE: To Whom Much Is Given (~RECRUITING~)

| NAME: |

Maximilian Nicholas A. Darwin

| NICKNAME(S): |

Max - The Maxinator.

| ALIAS(ES): |

ShockGuard

| ABILITIES: |

Electrokinesis

STAGE ONE (Sparky):
Having just received his ability, Max is able to generate fair amounts of electrity, being able to taze someone on physical contact, or charge his phone with his hand. He's also able to absorb electricity from low level currents, such as double A batteries.

STAGE TWO (Sparky Sparky Boom Boom):
His powers are amping up, allowing him to produce actual lighting now, sending out electricty that has the kinetic energy of him tackling someone. He's able to absorb and generate higher amounts of electricty.

STAGE THREE (Electro was so 2013):
Able to generate massive amounts of electricty, Max can now with time generate real lightning bolts able to cause massive damage on hit. He's able to sense strong electrical currents, allowing him to feel wiring inside of a building, for instance.

STAGE FOUR (Zeus is my bitch.):
Max has reached the pinnacle of his abilities. He's gained full control over his abilities and has enough power to black out several blocks with ease, able to toss lightning bolts like baseballs. Generating forcefields and the like with ease.

Limitations and Weaknesses:
Max is susceptible to water to short circuit his powers and in fact make them backfire on him. He generates only small amounts of electricity by himself, and thus needs outside sources to power him, such as batteries, fuse boxes or power plants. However, the biggest limitations on his powers are himself, as he lacks the knowledge and intelligence to utilize his powers in the most efficent way possible. He's a grunt at heart, not a tinkerer. He thinks that all his powers are good for is smashing things, instead of the near endless possibilities they truly do posses.

| SAMPLE POST: |

He was on the field, the match was about to end, twelve seconds left on the clock and they were losing. He had to make a play happen. "Blue 19! Hut!" He shouted, as his teammate, John, threw the ball back at him, the runner, Will, were already running down on the side. In the corner of his eye he could see the opponents coming for him. Taking a breath he saw Will sprint. "Go deep!" He shouted, as he brought his right arm back, the ball in it as he was getting ready to throw it.

Nine seconds left. The big burly opponent clad in orange was coming for him. He could hear the steps as blood rushed in him. Clenching is teeth, he swung his arm back forward, sending the ball flying in the air, over the field. And as the ball left his hand, he was tackled to the ground by the 320 pound beast of a teenager that Carl Barnes, who had just tackled him, was. Hitting the ground he could feel the air escape his lungs as he hit the ground he skidded, his back feeling like it was ripped in half. His eyes went shut, and a moment later, he opened them again to the sound of the clock stopping, and the crowd cheering.

Will had caught his pass, it was a touchdown. They had won. He had won. They were now the champions.
And he was proud of today, as he laid there and his teammates coming to check on him.

| NOTES: |

A Super Jock, kind of a idiot.
Comes from the Shallows.
Raised to a single mother, his father died when Max was a child.
Coca Cola's one hell of a drug.

Teen Titans: Divided We Fall

I'm going to be working on a Rufus post.

VIGILANCE: To Whom Much Is Given (~RECRUITING~)

| NAME: |

Maximilian Nicholas A. Darwin

| NICKNAME(S): |

Max - The Maxinator.

| ALIAS(ES): |

IronGuard

| ABILITIES: |

Invulnerability:

STAGE ONE (Regeneration):
Having just received his abilities, Max finds out that any wound he gets heals quick, almost instantly.

STAGE TWO (Durability):
Max's skin becomes more durable, and so does his bones, muscles and organs. Allowing him to survive falls, deflect blades and blunts, and even come out unscathed from a fire.

STAGE THREE (Enhanced Stamina):
Being able to stay on his feet longer, his body starts oxydyzing itself quicker, allowing his muscles and organs to function for longer periods of time before rest. He's able to deflect bullets by this point.

STAGE FOUR (Man of Titanium):
By Stage Four, Max will be completely immune to physical harm, longevity and regeneration slows down his aging and he will have the endurance of five Olympic level athletes combined.

| SAMPLE POST: |

He was on the field, the match was about to end, twelve seconds left on the clock and they were losing. He had to make a play happen. "Blue 19! Hut!" He shouted, as his teammate, John, threw the ball back at him, the runner, Will, were already running down on the side. In the corner of his eye he could see the opponents coming for him. Taking a breath he saw Will sprint. "Go deep!" He shouted, as he brought his right arm back, the ball in it as he was getting ready to throw it.

Nine seconds left. The big burly opponent clad in orange was coming for him. He could hear the steps as blood rushed in him. Clenching is teeth, he swung his arm back forward, sending the ball flying in the air, over the field. And as the ball left his hand, he was tackled to the ground by the 320 pound beast of a teenager that Carl Barnes, who had just tackled him, was. Hitting the ground he could feel the air escape his lungs as he hit the ground he skidded, his back feeling like it was ripped in half. His eyes went shut, and a moment later, he opened them again to the sound of the clock stopping, and the crowd cheering.

Will had caught his pass, it was a touchdown. They had won. He had won. They were now the champions.
And he was proud of today, as he laid there and his teammates coming to check on him.

| NOTES: |

A Super Jock, kind of a idiot.
Quarterback in his school, and has been since junior year.
17 years old, and a senior.
Parents are fairly rich, dad's a politician and mom's a lawyer.

One Piece: Blighted Seas and Thundering Skies

Name:
Chester B. Arnold

Age:
21

Gender:
Male

Crew Position:
Infiltrator

Race:
Hooman.

Appearance:
5'11 tall, roughly 200 pounds. Chester sports a muscular but fit build making him have a rather slender look. His hair is a shining blond and his eyes are piercingly golden, his has a bronze hue from all of the hours in the sun. He's what many would call 'pretty' and 'handsome' which he uses to his full advantage whenever he can.
Dressing nicely is one of his fortes, and will forgo food or water for clothes and rum if coin is tight.

Personality:
The most notable part about Chesters personality is the look in his eye, the way he walks and how his breath smells. His entire being reeks of alcohol, sometimes he can barely walk straight or keep his eyes fully open. Slurring is also common practice and getting into trouble is even more common. While he is always absolutely wasted, he is still both intellectual and witty, but sometimes these traits are diminished by the grog in his veins.

He's a trickster who likes messing with people and going against what he's told. What he has in charm he lacks in discipline which was the reason he was kicked out of the Navy's Marine Corps when he was a private. A Casanova he's chasing skirts and bellis to buy himself another drink, and they're not mutually exclusive.
While he does seem to be a fun guy who only enjoys drinking and women, he can be quite crude and has been known to be quite the interregator with his knife and devil fruit power.

Backstory:
Suckmydick. (AKA WIP.)

Long Term Ambition:
Find One Piece and drink from it, as he is convinced that One Piece is the greatest grog in the world.

Medium Term Ambition:
Repay his debts to the mobster Don Calliote.

Devil Fruit:
Chester has eaten the Phase Phase fruit and is now a intangible human.

With the fruit's powers he is able to make himself, objects and potentially even other people that are in contact with him go through solid objects such as metals, wood and earth. However, while phasing he's not unable to move, allowing him to clear quite a lot of distance by going through objects. His powers allows him to only phase through foreing objects, which thus prevents him from leaving something inside of a object, like for instance becoming tangable inside of a wall, or putting his hand into someone's skull and breaking their brain, but still being able to phase foreign objects out of himself, such as bullets or poison.

Fighting Style:
He mostly backstabs people, using his fruit to gain the advantage in whatever way he can.

Notable Equipment:
Tanto and a katana.
He also carries a bronze necklace around his neck that has special meaning to him.

Skills:
Flirting; Charm and wit makes him a great flirt, able to earn the favor of most.
Navigation; He's a pretty decent navigator, when he's sober enough to tell north from south.
Marine Tactics; His training as a marine private has given him insight into the Navy's strategies, allowing him to avoid capture.

VIGILANCE: To Whom Much Is Given (~RECRUITING~)

Sup.

Titans East: United We Stand

Don't go jinxin' shiet. I've got so much absolutely amazing stuff planned.