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Captain America: Return of Old Friends

Okay, so when we starting?

X-men Noir: Let The Good Times Roll

OP's been updated. Roster's been added, both PC's and NPC's.

X-men Noir: Let The Good Times Roll

I've seen some pretty ugly folks in my time, So I wouldn't know about that, haha.

X-men Noir: Let The Good Times Roll

Mogtaki said
All of you are using pictures of real people/models.I feel kinda intimidated when mine is drawn by myself.

I mean, I would prefer you to use an actual person for your face claim, but if you're going for a non-human look, I guess it can't be helped, haha.

X-men Noir: Let The Good Times Roll

Updated OP, included link to the Character Stash.

The Mavericks: Valiant Heroics

Thomas Campbell. New to the school, new to the city. But still the same old life. He still went to school, and even if the school was different, it was still the same. People still acted the same. He could see resemblances to people in his old school here. There were the preps, the goths ,the emos, the jocks, and sexually liberal, the preps and the junkies. It was nothing he didn't already know. Most of the subjects were boring. They didn't appeal to the boy very much. Sure, he still studied, a lot, and he aced every test. He always smiled, because he was happy to be here. He was content with life. Even if this part of his life was.. Dull, at best.

And there he was, at the end of the day at the football game. Sitting alone with his earbuds in. He didn't mind it. He didn't enjoy letting people get close to him. Because if they would, they would probably figure him out, and he didn't want any of that. He wanted to keep his lives separate. This wasn't Texas anymore. And since then, he had gotten more careful around people. Sure, he had been around the school since the start of September, and everyone weren't dicks. But it wasn't home. He wished he could've stayed home, with mom and Jason, well, of course, Jason were in Juvie, and Thomas's friends were gone. Micheal, Zach and Hanna were all gone. They had all gotten busted, saving Thomas's behind.

He didn't like feeling the way he did today. He felt so.. Melodramatic. And it was annoying. Thomas scoffed at the players on the field, football was a fun sport, and all. And he didn't appreciate the fact that he couldn't participate. Partly because he'd hurt someone on accident if he would play, and partly because it was too risky. Bursting out wings in the middle of a match wouldn't be too great. Not to mention having people ask him about the scars that never seemed to fade on his back, but only got worse once every week.

Thomas kicked into a ACDC song on his phone, as he decided to move up from his seat. He looked around, and saw the face of Roanna, his lab-partner in Chemistry, and one of the few people in the school he enjoyed getting along with. Of course, Thomas got along with just about anyone, he got along with the emos, the nerds, the preps and most of the jocks. He stood up against the bullies, and he taught people how to stand their ground. Many did like him, and Thomas did enjoy their company, too. But then again, maybe all this thinking was just the lack of action Thomas had been feeling for quite sometime. He needed to get out. He let out a smile and wave at Ro, before heading to the exits. He'd leave the stadium, despite it just being half-time, but he was so bored and he really didn't care how the match would end. Homecoming was gonna happen tonight, and Thomas needed to go get changed. He didn't have a date, even if there had been several of the girls, and even one or two of the guys whom had asked him to be their date. He had kindly given them a "I'll think about it". He was actually unsure if he'd even go to the dance.. He had better things to do, he thought.

But he remembered that the number one rule was to not draw attention to yourself. People can't suspect a thing. Hiding in plain sight is how he'd keep himself safe.He shrugged. "Come on' Campbell. Cheer up." He thought to himself. He fiddled with his phone, and changed the tune to something more cheerful. Bowling For Soup, a group from Thomas's home state's music came up on the phone. Thomas would head out and get into his car, the blue Ford Pickup Truck, it wasn't fancy, and it was pretty old, but it was in good quality.

The Texan drove home to his apartment, It was a 25 minute drive from school. Thomas was driving as usual, but he saw something odd at the side of the road up ahead. " What's going on?"
Thomas thought as he slowed the truck down, and parked on the side of the road, a good 20 meters from the situation. A guy was being held by another one, while a third one was punching the young man, probably about thomas's age. 5'7, black short hair, red-hoodie on his body, torn jeans.

Thomas walked towards them, causiosly, he could hear them talking now, shouting something like "You like that, huh? Fucking bastard" from the guy whom was punching. The guy being punched grunting and trying to break out of their grip. "Who sent ya?!" The guy punching said, Thomas now began walking rapidly towards the guy, Thomas dug into his pocket getting out the brown leather-mask he always carried on him, just in case. The guy drew a knife, and was about to stab the boy in the hoodie with it. The man with the blade drew the blade backwards. "Fine, I'll slice ya' up then, conjo!" The thug said as he tried to bring the knife down at the boy, only to feel a grip around his wrist. Thomas janked the guy's wrist to the side, as he punched him in the face, still holding the thug by the wrist. His partner was now distracted ,so the guy in the hoodie elbowed the second thug, hit him in the croch, and then kicked his knee in, before punching the thug out cold. The boy ran away before Thomas could even react.

Thomas had a steady grip around the thug's throat, stopping him from breathing untill he'd pass out. Thomas would then go back to the car and get zip-ties and tied the two thugs up. He'd call the cops on his way back to the apartment.

Some 15 minutes later, he'd arrive. Now he felt better. He couldn't explain it, but something about the adrenaline surging through his veins just.. Cheered him up. It was strange. "Maybe I should take up boxing." He said to himself as he opened the entrance to the

He walked up the stairs
and got into his apartment. He took off his jacket. And his shirt, hanging up the jacket and folding the shirt in his hand, he walked into the bathroom, kicking off his shoes in the hall on the way. He tossed the clothes he had been wearing into the "dirty laundry" bin. He had laundry day on Thursdays.

He'd get undressed and into the shower, coming out five minutes later, drying himself off with the towel, he headed into his bedroom, where he'd get dressed. He had actually bought new clothes he for these kind of things.

He put on a white cotton shirt, folding the sleeves of the shirt up to his elbows. He considered putting on the jacket, but he shrugged that thought off. The suit jacket wasn't very comfortable, or warm. The young man put the black leather belt to his waist, and then headed into the bathroom. He applied deodarant and a little cologne he had been given by his friends back in Texas "In case he had to impress someone". The bottle hadn't been opened till now.

He sprayed little on each wrist, and then rubbed his wrists around his neck, since that's how he had seen others do it. He thought about shaving, by he had nothing more but a four o'clock shadow, anyway.

Thomas got out of the bathroom and looked around. "Sigh. I still have like an hour and a half to go. You need friends, Campbell!" He said, with a chuckle, deciding to watch TV, there was an American Dad Marathon on one of the TV-Channels.

X-men Noir: Let The Good Times Roll

Cocaine Line?

Would be fitting for the setting, I guess.

X-Men Noir: Let the Good Times Roll

Name:
Samuel "Sam" Zachary Guthrie

Age:
19

Alias:
Cannonball.

Appearance:
186 CM, 79 KG. Sam is tall and athletic. He spends a lot of time exercising. Usually swimming, hence the toned body.
His hair is a dirty blonde, he's got brown eyes. He usually sports simple jeans and a high-collared Leather jacket in a single color. He never wears hairgel, but keeps his hair natural.

Abilities:
Jet Propulsion:[i]
Sam is able to use his bio-energy to expel force from his body. Thermal energy, actually. This energy is used as thrust to cause his body to be propelled through the air like a rocket, at great heights and speeds with considerable maneuverability. He can control his speed and direction through sheer act of will. It does allow him to for now only 'dash', as he can only use his ability in bursts, and not for actual flight. It obviously allows him to leap very tall whenever used, leaving a blue streak behind. The force in which he can 'dash' is so great it allows him to destroy things by flying into them. His main way of attacking is by charging into things.

[i]Durability
While dashing. Sam get's a power field around himself that protects him from any kind of recoil from his power. Sam gets super-endurance. His body tightens up, making his body both denser, and nigh-unstoppable. Very little can stop him when he's charging at something. However, the faster Sam charges, the more "tunnel vision" the young man suffers. And due to the fact that he is almost unstoppable, his powers can cause incredibly amounts of damage to things, as was made obvious by that time he collapsed an entire building by charging into a wall.

Skills:
Boxing: Certainly not Muhammad Ali, but he's a decently skilled boxer and wrestler.
He's a decent driver.
He's a great athlete.
Not the brightest tool in the shed, but he still holds a natural level of Charisma.

Personality Traits:

Honest, Hard-Working, lacking self-preservation, thoughtful.

Backstory:

Born and raised in Tennessee, his life was rather simple. His dad was a farmer, and his mother was a housewife. He had 7 siblings, which weren't really considered that many. He's the second oldest ,his older brother, Michael is a year and a half older than Samuel. Samuel grew up as you'd expect. He was taught to work hard for everything he wanted, and so he did. He rarely got into trouble, and was always a pretty good kid. Spent his days player or throwing football. Sam always wanted to be as good as his big-brother was. He started playing Football to impress Michael, he dressed and tried to act like his big-brother, just like siblings do. And when he got into his teens, the war started. At the age of 15 Sam joined the army, simply because Michael did. He was a pretty well built kid, due to the working on the farm and the football playing.

The war hadn't influenced the states just yet, since this was still 1939. But the local recruiting center wanted to be ready. He spent a year and a half in training, being well prepared for action. They weren't sent to D-day, or to fight in Japan, no. They were sent to fight in France, push the Germans back in 1942. The battling went as one would've expected, it changed Sam. Not that he ever shot someone ,but Michael did. Sam was the only guy in their squad who didn't fire a single bullet through the entire siege, that took 4 weeks. He was in the army for two more years, still not fired a shot. He was known as "Full Clip Sam." by his unit-mates.

But that all changed when they went deeper into Germany in 44. Their squad got ambushed. Nine SS-Soldiers dashed at them, killing two of Sam's squadmates, and wounding his brother, shooting his left eye out. They fought the Nazis off, and Sam's unit took pursuit. Four of them chased them down. They split up, and Sam got ambushed. A SS-soldier spewing German to him, hit him in the face, and then sat on his chest, as he drew his knife, about to stab Sam.

Sam didn't think, he let out a roar as he pushed the man off of himself, went for the handgun in his belt, and pushed the gun into the man's face, into his eye-socket, where he fired the gun, blood and brain-substance staining the grass of that spring. Sam did later on get shot in leg, during a battle involving tanks. That was when his powers kicked in. A friend of his was in danger, and Sam came running, despite the bullet in his leg. He dashed, and in a streak of blue he rammed the tank that had aim on his friend. Sam knocked the tank onto it's side, knocking it out of comission. Sam broke three ribs in the charge, and was sent home to America.

The war ended four months later, spending another year home, trying to hone his powers, he was approached by two men. Men who had known about the war, fought in it. Along side the states greatest hero, too. Captain America. Their names were Charles and Erik, and they shoved Sam that there was a world of people like him, yet, very, very different, and they wanted him to join them.
He did, and so he moved to New York. working as a bartender at a local bar, when he's not honing his powers with Charles and Erik.

The Mavericks: Valiant Heroics

Work In Progress.



Name:
Thomas Casey Campbell – Lor'nal Tahlor.

Alias:
Angel

Age & Birthday:
18 (19) May 9th .- 1995

Appearance:
191 CM tall, 86 KG Heavy. Thomas is tall and muscular, his muscles are raw, and not clean-cut, showing that he's spent his time growing muscles working, and not lifting weights at a gym. Thomas have short blond hair and blue eyes. His skin is lightly tanned. Thomas is usually seen wearing T-Shirts, without any markings on them, naturally single-colored, flannel shirts, Denim or stonewashed jeans, working boots and either a blue jacket, or his father's black leather jacket. An old, simple watch with brown leather strips are usually on his left wrist.

Abilities:

Lornian Physique:
Thomas is a member of the Lornian race, a humanoid alien. The key difference being slight alteration in their biology. Thomas have approximately 25% bigger, and many times more powerful lungs than a human do. His muscles are denser, and his bones are harder, but almost hollow. However, the most notable difference in his physique is the meter and a half wide wings on each side of his back, making three and a half meter, all in all in wingspan. The Lornian Physique works in such a manner than they, unlike the human puberty, constantly evolve, but their physical maturing is based on experience, rather than just age. In lay-man-terms, Thomas gets stronger, not much, but little by little every time he uses his powers. There is a natural ceiling to this, of course.

Bodily Functions:
Thomas's Strength, Endurance, Speed, Agility and Dexterity are all above that of the regular humans. His endurance, most notably. He is about twice as strong as anyone else of his build would be, but his muscles handles a way greater force to be impacted upon them. Due to his increased lung capacity, Thomas oxydises his muscles much more effectively than a human does, making his body able to keep in combat, or on the move for so much longer, and helps his muscles recover from great stress much faster. Thomas's body also heals from physical wounds multiple times faster than a human.

“Danger Sense”
Thomas's mind works faster, in certain situations than a humans does. When a certain stimuli is noticed by his brain, it sends out a hormone, much like the human adrenaline, if you would've mixed it with horse-blood to his brain. When Thomas feels he's in danger, angry, or scared this hormone is sent out, and it makes his mind work several times faster, allowing him to make various on-the-spot calls that a human would not have the though process to perform. If the hormone stays in his body for extensive amounts of time, his mind will become weary. Possibly even rendering him unconscious for a set amount of time.

Enhanced Senses:
Thomas's hearing is enhanced, but more drastically so is his eyesight. His eyes and ears are developed to be fully operational even in high-speed movement, such as flight. His eyes allows him to see over very long distances, making out details really far away. He can make out exact details. (Read what it says on a passing car that has a advert on it, for example. Not read a tiny paper note.) up to a mile away.

Wings:
Certainly Thomas's most obvious part of his non-human physique. The wings are dense, dense enough to block low-caliber firearms, such as the average handgun, that's not to say that it doesn't hurt to do so, since it does. Thomas is able to fly at a speed of 180 KM/H, and dive for three times his overall flight speed.

Bloodline of Gar'iel:

Thomas belongs to the blood of Gar'iel, Gabriel. Unlike the power of Michael and Uriel, which are Seraphim-ism and energy manifestation, respectably. The gifts of Gabriel are those of memory. Immortality. Not literal immortality, no, the blood of Gar'iel can still die, certainly. But as long as their blood is still living, in a offspring, their legacy will live on. Their memories and skills will be passed onto their offspring, creating a form of reincarnation. Thomas's mind and his body holds genetically the line of thousands different men and women whom have passed down the genetic code, the blood of Gar'iel, and with it, their skills and their knowledge. Every moment, every emotion, and every thought they ever had is locked inside of Thomas, ready for him to begin to unravel.

Skills:

Martial Arts: Thomas comes with a built in martial arts. He's never trained himself officially in any school, but yet, he knows a style of martial arts that is raw and rough, focusing on grapples and grips, rather than usual punches and kicks. Beyond grapples and kicks, it's all about hitting your opponent weak spot. Using your holds and your grabs to determine where the enemy's joints are, and then snap them. Dislocating shoulders and crushing kneecaps is just about Thomas's favorite thing to do.

Melee Weapon Proficiency: Thomas has a natural ability to use almost any weapon known to man. That's not to say that he is skilled with every weapon, because he's not. A weapon he's never held before is gonna feel strange to him, and he'll need practice, and lots of it, to become a master at said weapon. Just like how a new, unbalanced blade feels strange in the hands of a swordsmaster.

First Aid: Thomas has gone through basic first aid and CPR training. The latter was obligatory at his school, the former something he picked up to help him stitch himself up.

Mechanic: Thomas knows a thing or two about engines. Be it tractors or tuners. He is far from an expert in his field, but more than skilled enough to fix the average car. He works part-time at a garage.

Marksmanship:[/i] Thomas has a decent skill with handguns and semi-automatic firearms, his skills are what you'd expect from the son of a police sergeant and grandson of a ranking military officer.

Equipment:
Pick-up Truck, red, good shape. An older model, 99', Ford.
Keys, Cellphone... Secondary Cellphone.

His costume is simple. Hardened leather jacket and pants. Iron-laced knuckles on his leather gloves.
His jacket comes with a matching hood. The hood has a piece of iron in the front, to keep it hanging over his face during flight and combat. Due to the fact that there's no mask Thomas can find that works for him during flight and during combat, Thomas wears navy blue face-paint on his eyes, to conceal his appearance.

Backstory:

Captain America: Return of Old Friends

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