Hitman

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@Duoya If you could join the Discord so we could torture get to know you and possibly help with character concepts and the like that would be great! There's a link in the 2nd post of the OOC as well as the recruitment drive.

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@Hitman
Hey there, I'm also interested if there is still room!

Edit: Just saw that you guys closed up - guess I was a little too slow lol! I'll keep an eye out if you guys open up again.

@Duoya

With some consideration on my part, I'll be willing to accept one more character to the fray! Feel free to join.

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@Hitman Alright, cool

I'll get back to you soon with some character sheets then! I'll also try to read some of the IC stuff at least. This would be the second time I joined an RP that was already going but since it went so well the first time I figured I'd give it another shot. I like it when RP's live for a long time

@Zoey Boey

Alright, sounds cool! Feel free to join the discord, that's where 99% of our discussion goes down.

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Hey there, I saw the recruitment drive that saw you were looking for new players, and this RP caught my eye! It looks pretty cool and I was thinking about trying to join.

I have an idea for villainess that I think could be cool, but would it be better if i made a HERO? If I do make a villainess I want to make it clear that my end goal would be for her to be defeated, it could even happen pretty quickly after her introduction. You know to make interaction happen, I love interaction and collaborative PvP.

@Zoey Boey

Hi! Welcome aboard.

First your question, I would recommend personally to at the very least make one hero character, because heroes are the focal point of the RP and all the action will be revolving around them. If you'd like to make a villainess as well as a sort of side character to do some evil and eventually intersect with the rest of the gang, that would be more than acceptable!

《 H. E. R. O. 》 Recruitment Drive!

Update: We currently have one spot available. Apply if interested.

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_{Heroic Egalitarian Rescue Organization}

Hi, internet folks, and welcome to my interest check for HERO, internet people! HERO is a high casual RP that centers on an organization that recruits and supervises professional superheroes in the fictional city of Castleburg, NY. It's a fairly light-hearted and comical RP that plays with classic superhero troupes a lot for fun. The atmosphere is light and focuses on the more campy perspectives of superheroism rather than the darker, grittier side. The RP has been in progress for a little more than 3 months and we've gotten quite a few posts under our belt. However, our numbers have thinned just a little, and as such, we're looking to round out our cast a little bit with 1-3 fresh faces!

RP Info

This is what would be considered a high casual RP. While I don't like to put specific paragraph limits or caps in place, I expect that every post contribute to the story and to character growth.

We are highly active and fast-paced. While I am willing to give plenty of latitude personally for your posting routine and I'm willing to accommodate you as necessary, generally for the plot's sake we expect posts between 3-6 days, sometimes even sooner, to keep the RP moving along. If you need more time, I've always been very lenient with that and very determined to make everything work out, but in general if you can't post in that given timeframe, this RP might not be the one for you.

The RP has a Discord server that we frequent. While we do RP on the server occasionally (mostly for fun), the main purpose of the Discord is to facilitate communication and allow for easier discussion than using the OOC tab. Because most announcements/info come through Discord, using it is a must.

The RP is a light-hearted, playful RP. While there are moments of deeper story-lines and greater moral turpitude, overall the RP shies away from grittier superhero action. While some more crass language is used, the RP tends to avoid heavier, darker material and other 18+ subjects such as adult content and graphic violence and gore. The RP is mostly young adults and is overall very light.

Understand that, because we already have a modestly-sized cast full of established players, I'm looking specifically for people that can synergize well with the rest of the gang. With that said, I reserve the right to reject characters that I don't believe will mesh well with the established cast or overall fit into the RP. I'll try to work with you to fit your character in the best I can, but sometimes not everything is a perfect fit.

Lastly, the RP is in progress, but I will do my utmost best to incorporate your character into the arc.

If you're OK with all these things, this RP might be the right choice for you!

Links

If you've seen the above points are still interested, click on the two images below that will lead to the OOC thread (with bountiful lore) along with our Discord server (beware, it is active, so if you don't like dealing with constant notifs, be sure to mute.) I look forward to meeting some new faces that will hopefully stay along for the ride!


Link to the Guild Thread!


Link to the Discord!

If you have any questions, feel free to ask in this thread or DM me privately! I'm always around and I love to help. Hope to see you soon, and thanks for reading!

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_{July 2nd, 2033
2:04 PM
ScoundrelSearch HQ, Brookside, Castleburg}

ScoundrelSearch is an up-and-coming small business focused on hiring only "the most elite" supervillains to help "ordinary citizens fulfill their wildest fantasies" with the hired hand of a professional supervillain. They've described themselves as "Angie's List for people who want to watch their worst enemies' house burn to the ground." Of course, such service is very illegal, which is why ScoundrelSearch currently operates out of the back of a Carvel ice cream store in Brookside.

It was a lazy afternoon at the ScoundrelSearch headquarters. Their office was nothing too impressive- a small warehouse-like area with gray stone walls and secondhand carpeting. Facing the secret entrance through the bathroom was a nice desk, a secretary currently taking a call. "Welcome to ScoundrelSearch, this is Melissa speaking...oh, I'm sorry to hear your boyfriend has been cheating on you...yes, we can certainly arrange for him to be abducted and tortured in a medieval dungeon...right, dungeon full of snakes, got it, we can do that for sure, you're going to have to pay a phobia fee...alright, I'm just going to need your credit card information...yes, if our villain fails at their task, you get all your money back...alright...yes...alright, very good! Thank you for your business." Melissa hung up the phone before pressing a button on her desk. "Dungeon Troll, we have a job for you. Details have been e-mailed to your work computer...also, we're sending that intern out to go fetch us some coffee and donuts. What would you like?...no, the blood of innocents is not being served at Starbucks right now, we can get you a pumpkin spice latte, it's basically the same thing...alright, can do." She tapped her fingers on the keyboard, beginning to type something out, when there was suddenly a loud bang.

Melissa the secretary jerked her head over to see the hidden doorway into the headquarters burst open, the bald head of Mr. Impressive bursting on through. As the two security guards grabbed their weapons, Mr. Impressive put his hand on the metal door, a wave of metal coating his skin, and the bullets bounced off him harmlessly, flying like bouncy balls across the room and hitting the security guards, causing them to fall to the ground. Melissa cowered back, a pistol in her hand, as she hid behind her desk. Mr. Impressive strode across the room, looking over at the desk. "Hello there, pretty ducky. Is this the ScoundrelSearch headquarters?"

Melissa still aimed the gun at Mr. Impressive. "Back away, hero, or I will shoot!"

"No, you won't. Now..." Mr. Impressive removed a slip of paper from his robe pocket, reading it. "I'm here to ask for a job. For a good friend."

Melissa blinked. "The who for the what now?"

"Just running an errand for my ol' buddy Seraph. You know, the hero with the wings? Right, well, he's asking for a job from one of your goons. Personally, I think he's going way too far, but what are you gonna do about that, right? Now, uhh, you have a guy named Nero in your employ? Seraph asked for him specifically."

Melissa very slowly and reluctantly pressed her button on her desk. "Err...we need Nero here. STAT."

Moments later, a man emerged from down the hall. He was wearing traditional Roman centurion armor, silver with gold features, a shining helmet with a red plume perched atop his head. He had fair skin and green eyes, a sharp pointed nose, and a thick brown stubble. He walked down the hallway proudly, a roman gladius hanging from his belt. As he reached the end of the hallway, his eyes found Mr. Impressive, who was casually leaning against Melissa's desk, and he quickly drew his gladius, pointing the roman sword at Mr. Impressive. "Halt, foolish hero! You are prepared to duel with one of the most fierce warriors in all of Castleburg, the Roman Emperor, Nero!" He held his quavering sword in the air, pointing it at Mr. Impressive. "I am the strongest villain in the employ of this agency, and I will duel you to the bitter end!"

Mr. Impressive yawned. "Not even remotely Roman. You're imitating a medieval knight, pal, not a Roman emperor. You should fix that. Alright, listen, Nero, pal, I've read up on your file, you call yourself some sort of tough-guy villain. Well, it's time to put that to the test." Mr. Impressive handed him the slip of paper he had been holding. "Seraph wants you to do some work for him. Torture a few heroes. Do what you normally do, record it for shits and giggles, make sure that he doesn't get his hands dirty. Can you do that?"

Nero read the paper. "I've heard of all these heroes before! Firebird? Tempest? Spacewalker? Quake?! These are some of HERO's top heroes! No way. I may be a crazy costumed villain, but I am not a suicidal maniac. No. I refuse."

"What if we knocked them out?"

"Knocked them out?"

"Yeah, you know, have them fall asleep. Then you can do your weird Roman schtick. Torture them or whatever you do with your weird Roman fantasy fetish, go on the news and loudly declare victory over the heroes, and done. There's no blood on our hands, and you get glory and cash. You could finally leave this crappy organization, start your own little league."

"...alright. We have a deal. You knock them out, I finish the job."

"Now that's what I like to hear!" Mr. Impressive took his hand, shaking it firmly. "Is the Fourth of July good for you? We'll have all the heroes grouped together and easy to deal with."

"Hey, man, with the money you're paying me, I'll do any day. Thanks for not being like most heroes and throwing me into jail."

"No problem. Been my pleasure. And thanks for not getting mad at me for sleeping with your wife!"

"Wait, hold on, that was-"

Mr. Impressive was already gone.

Nero sighed, turning back to Melissa, who was still cowering behind her desk. "The things you'll do for a few million dollars..." Nero said with a sigh, putting a hand on his sword hilt. "At least I get to off a couple heroes, anyway. I haven't killed a hero in forever. Been mostly rich assholes...well, it's time to see how well these heroes deal with real Roman might." Nero walked down the hallway, rubbing his hands together, as he made his way back down to his office. "Ooh, boy, do I have a surprise for those heroes...hehehehe..." He laughed as he walked into his small office space, the door closing behind him. His voice echoed through the facility. "MELISSA! I WANTED A CAPPUCCINO, DAMMIT!"

Melissa sighed. "Maybe I should've thought this whole 'working for supervillains' thing through more..."

The Sisters of the Dying Branch

Dakota had a determined grin on and was just about ready to destroy all in her path on her way to the top of the tree when she heard Sister Deborah's remarks. Her fingers still curled around a protruding piece of bark, she listened quietly to Sister Deborah's remarks, placing her right foot solidly against a nice divot in the tree. She was about ready to take off and start climbing it when Sister Deborah told the young witchlings that they had to be inside in 10 minutes. "Ten minutes? Bullshit," Dakota said in irritation, a crestfallen look on her face. She liked climbing trees. Shaking her head in disappointment, she nodded in response to Calypso's comment. "Right...I'll be honest, I'm not feeling all that hungry right now," Dakota said, looking down. She had accidentally knocked her food to the ground and was not ready for the shame of having to grab seconds. "Catch you inside, Callie!" she said to the girl before trekking off to the other side of the table, grabbing the tattered leather tote bag that was currently sitting on the chair in front of her name tag. She opened the bag, grinning with surprise as she looked inside. "Woah!" she exclaimed with a growing smile, looking as though she had just struck gold as she opened the bag. Now peeking its head out of the bag was a silver-black striped ferret. Kota grinned playfully as she took the ferret out of the bag, hoisting him up to her shoulder. "Astro! How did you sneak in there? You shouldn't be going into such a little space, silly, I wouldn't want you to get hurt!" she scolded playfully, as the ferret simply kept looking ahead, clearly disinterested in Dakota entirely.

Dakota took a few steps away from the table towards the large house. "This is the coven house, Astro, you're going to be staying here for a little while. Isn't it big?" Dakota cooed as she lifted Astro from her shoulder and pointed him towards the Coven House, like she was Rafiki and he was Simba from the Lion King. "You just have to make sure you don't make a mess and don't try to run off-...ASTRO!" Dakota's voice rose in alarm as Astro, deciding he no longer wanted to take part in this nonsense, slipped through Dakota's fingers, hitting the floor as soft as an acrobat would, before booking it towards the Coven House, obviously wanting to explore on his own terms. Dakota rushed after him. "Astro! Come back, stupid!" Dakota commanded in vain as she chased after her ferret, who was moving quickly across the grass towards the coven house. "Stop it, you dummy! You don't know where you're going!"

Astro was obviously not heading Dakota's advice, though, and zoomed towards the coven house, reaching the stairs that led to the house rather swiftly. Dakota hot in his tail, Astro swiftly scaled the steps, looking over at the girl sitting there, listening to music, a wooden golem on her shoulder. This last part got Astro's attention. Toy. The slinky polecat wound up before launching directly at the girl with the golem (most obviously Iris), quickly and very spontaneously scaling her arm before tackling the golem off, pinning it down like a chew toy and trying to wrap his mouth around its head.

Dakota had now caught up to her pet and was angrily scolding him. "Bad! Bad Astro! No eating other people's...doll things," she finished lamely, reaching down to stop Astro from gnawing Corvus' head clean off. Thankfully, Astro was not a godly ferret and could not chew his way clean through wood, but his teeth were fairly sharp. Dakota pulled the finicky ferret away, holding him close to her chest as she looked over to Iris. "Sorry about that, Curly," Dakota said a bit breathlessly as she squeezed Astro to her chest, stopping the restless creature from finishing the job. "He normally doesn't do that. Bad Astro!" she scolded again, her arms wrapped tightly around the squirming ferret. "Really sorry about that. If you need me to pay for repairs or something I definitely will. I know how much your, uhh, whosiwhatsits mean to you."

_{Speaks to: Calypso Barnes @canaryrose, Iris Aderast @Blizz
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Atlantis Again: A Harry Potter RP

Sorry, I just haven't gotten inspiration yet from this RP, so I won't be participating, but best of luck!

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Blake, who was currently busy staggering through the crowded living room in search of his girlfriend, looked over to Tom distractedly, his head tilted forwards off-balance and his body standing bowlegged before Tom. Despite having an extra inch or so on Tom, he was hunched forwards a bit, giving him the look of somebody who was about to puke and fall over. He listened with a dumb, drunken smile on his face as Tom complimented his party. His smile persisted as he spoke in response. "Thanks, bud! It's the Fourth of fuckin' July, so duuuuh, my party's gonna be awesome! America!" After giving a patriotic holler (Blake was normally not this patriotic, but he was normally not this drunk), Blake listened with a blank expression on his face as Tom described a 'situation' in the upstairs bedroom. "Oh, well, remind me to throw out this sheets tomorrow," he said with an absent wave of his hand, forgetting the fact that Tom was likely not going to be there tomorrow. He listened to Tom speak. "Oh, Angie? No, I definitely saw her around...she was looking disappointed at me. For some dumb reason, this party is great! I'll look for her after I fuck up Freeze Girl and Quartzo or whatever the hell their names are...I LOVE YOU ANGIE!" Blake added at the top of his lungs, earning a couple "awws" from a few party patrons. Blake staggered across the room, pushing past a few drunk people as he made his way through the hallway. He soon reached the hallway that led to the stairwell (which in turn led to the room that Quartz Girl and Freezo were pulling a one-night stand), and staggered inside. He noticed, right next to the thermostat, was what appeared to be a small metal bug with an orange core sitting next to it, but Blake paid it no mind as he kept going. Probably some kind of thermostat enhancer or something that his dad had put in. Nothing to worry about. There were more pressing concerns on his drunken mind. Like those fucking (fucking) heroes in his dad's bedroom!

After very rudely and very angrily barging in on the superhero couple and telling them something to the effect of "quit spooning in my parent's bed" (albeit with a lot more anger and oomph in his words), Blake stumbled back over to the staircase, slowly and very, very precariously making his way back down to the scene of the party. He thought he had heard noises in one of the other bedrooms, but then again, he had thought just an hour ago that there was a giant bear coming to eat them, when it truth it was just Crazy Horse's Jeep pulling onto the lawn. He shrugged off the potential sounds as he went back to the scene of the party, moving drunkenly to the music as he looked around for Angie. As he continued his search again, he noticed that there were some other culprits missing. Patricia, Eliza, they had vanished as well. Along with...

"Who the hell are you?" Blake made his way over to Alpha, the man standing by the doorway, a mix of suspicion, welcoming, and total drunkenness in his eyes. He definitely smelled like alcohol, and his clothes- a gray t-shirt with an American flag in the center and a pair of khakis along with sandals- had a few beer stains on them. He grinned dumbly. "I don't think we've met before? Blake von Brandt. This is my place...my dad's place, but he let me borrow it," Blake explained, not exactly truthfully, as he went over to K9. "Nice to meetcha. You want a beer?" he asked, holding up a cold can of a high-alcohol beer he had nearby.

@KaijuBaragon@Amethyst@canaryrose@DarkRecon

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As Grace slowly and responsibly drank her cocktail, she noticed a familiar face make his way over to her location in the lonesome poolside corner. Rumi. Grace gave Rumi a welcoming smile as he made his way over to her. While he was holding a beer in his hands, Grace could instantly assume that he was not drunk. For one, because he didn't look drunk, and the way he walked didn't seem influenced by alcohol at all. And secondly, because Grace had a hunch someone with Rumi's brain would not mesh well with teeming amounts of alcohol. She nodded as he spoke about her quiet, sarcastic comment. "Believe me, I don't like them either. I'm certainly not joining their fanclub...but I'm sure that they're not wandering around, yelling like drunk idiots or anything." She sighed. "Not that I haven't had some own negative experiences with alcohol in the past...but this is extreme. I can't even stay in the living room, that's how badly it reeks of beer." She scrunched up her face in disgust at the thought. "Some of these heroes really have no bounds or self-respect. I went to the bathroom once and it smelled like marijuana." She sighed again, clearly exasperated by this whole ordeal. As she finished off her drink before looking up, she came face-to-face with Tom.

"Hiii, Grace! And Rumi... Grace, I like your..." He looked like he was about to say "dress" but quickly corrected himself. "Shirt... Yeah. Your shirt."

Grace shook her head, putting her glass down on a wood railing. "I can't believe it. Even you, getting drunk. I can't believe you're turning into one of these idiots. Or maybe you were already were one," she affronted, before quickly softening in tone "Sorry...I didn't mean that," she said quietly as she played with her shirt. She was wearing a thin sky blue lace top that looked quite new. "I just...I never see you drunk. It's a bit strange," she said apologetically. Fumbling for a dignified response, she then suggested, "Do either of you want to go in the pool? Scratch that, it's too late, and you're drunk, Tom..." Grace sighed once more, shaking her head. "Why don't you go take a lie-down, maybe sleep it off? I'm not really a fan of talking to drunk guys...it's weird," she explained, before looking back at Rumi, trying to search for some sort of unrelated small talk desperately. "So I've been doing graduate stuff at UCNA...you ever seen their labs? Really impressive stuff. State-of-the-art equipment there, all brand new. Not the same as your lab, obviously...your place is the best." She smiled fondly at the memory as she leaned against Rumi, looking up at the night sky.

@Scarifar@KaijuBaragon

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The Wings of Law

Meanwhile, at Club 27, there was another party going on, but this party was a lot less like a rager and much closer to a formal get-together. A live band, the pop group OneDemocracy, was currently giving an acoustic performance of some of their new songs in the main room of the club as people moved in and out. The Wings of Law were currently mingling with some other top-tier media go-getters such as Captain Fireworks, Ghost Woman, and of course, the great Starbright, and many other celebrities had also arrived, such as well-known actors, musicians, journalists, pundits, athletes, activists, and even politicians, all of whom were currently moving about the main hall, sampling from a buffet table full of exquisite, exotic olives with gold toothpicks along with a cheese and chocolate fondue fountain, with a bar full of all sorts of drinks in the corner. At the center of the room were the three main Wings of Law. Sea Serpent was currently chatting it up with Bryan Colby, a first-baseman for the Castleburg Knights baseball team that, with his ginger, spiny hair, looked awfully like Blake. Mr. Impressive, meanwhile, was currently smooth-talking two much younger models, his arms wrapped around their waists as they giggled at his horrendous pick-up lines. Seraph, meanwhile, was talking to an older man with gray hair, a bushy mustache, and a suit, in a non-romantic way. This man was Nelson A. Thurman, a Castleburg-based Republican representative and Louisiana native.

As Nelson prattled on about the importance of small government and small businesses, Seraph held back a yawn. "Truly incredible work, Mr. Thurman. Nothing I admire more than trickle-down economics. But please excuse me, I have a personal matter that I need to attend to quickly." Thurman, mid-speech about the Reagan administration, nodded and went back to his brandy as Seraph made his way through the main hall, giving a few waves and polite greetings before heading through a frosted glass door into a narrow corridor. The corridor led to a bookcase covered in old texts along with a golden skull. Seraph stared into the eye sockets of the skull, which glowed red before causing the bookshelf to sweep aside, allowing Seraph to descend into a hidden staircase that led to a large underground lair.

The underground lair, just as posh as the club above it, with cool crystal floors and golden features, led to a set of silver, diamond-encrusted furniture that sat before a massive cinema-size screen. Seraph took a seat in a custom armchair, his wings folding up neatly behind him. "Wire Man, the plot?"

A man whose body was quite literally all wires (as in, he was literally a walking jumble of wires that was in a vaguely human shape) moved over. "Perfectly. I planted the bug in the von Brandt residence at exactly 6:40 PM. Undetected, as you said it would be. It does seem they are too inebriated to even recognize it."

Seraph put his fingers together in his lap. "Perfect. Absolutely perfect. The bug's progress?"

"Currently en route towards the central air unit, where it can then release the pre-prepared benzodiazepine concoction throughout the entire house."

"Wonderful. And the arrangements for the lovely heroes afterwards?"

"Already set."

Seraph chuckled, the overtones of a mastermind coming through as he laughed. "Fantastic. Oh, I love it when a master plan comes together. Reminds me of my younger times. Now, next order of business, getting rid of this Republican stooge. He reeks of big oil. I want him out."

"Got it. I'll hang up a rainbow flag."

"Perfect. Get on it, pronto."

@Jumbus

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《 H. E. R. O. 》

Hello yet again. I Updated Alpha's profile but sorry for this double post.

Alpha / K Nine

Name
Unknown

Hero Name
"Alpha" and "K Nine"

Gender
Male

Age
22

Date of Birth
July 14

Physique
Alpha stands around 6'2" and looks to be in tip top shape. Orange hair and brown eyes. While he does wear normal civilian clothing, he also wears uniforms similar to the one in the picture above as well as SWAT uniforms in case he needs to suddenly deploy.

Blood Type
A+

Occupation
Government trained now turned Hero.

Side
Hero

Affiliation
H.E.R.O.

Tier
C

Personality
Because of his experiences, Alpha is the quiet type. While he tends to keep to himself, his work and anything he's doing during his downtime, he does speak when addressed by superiors and those who outrank him or anyone he's used to being around for a bit. He actually communicates a lot during jobs, missions and similar physical activities.

While he does avoid socializing, it's said that he knows how to hold a normal conversation. His problem though is his lack of emotion when doing so. Some would say that he "sounds" indifferent in terms of his voice. Some say he sounds bored, depressed or just like a robot following the rules or protocol. His body language also sometimes shows military-like behavior: he always salutes those of high rank even in Hero circles like Hugo and Christina for instance if they just happen to walk by him or addressing him. He also holds alot of respect to those without superpowers but still do dangerous work like police, SWAT, medics, etc, stating that they are real heroes.

He also perfers passive approaches to problems if they are availiable to him. While he's not the best tatician, he does agree to a well-laid plan over just blinldly rushing in. If the opportunity presents itself, he'd rather outsmart opponents rather than overpowering them or preparing a plan of attack rather than "going all in". In other words, he perfers brains over brawn.

Alpha, for a better or lack of a term, is a stiff person but means well in the long run. He just has trouble showing his emotions where it counts.

Backstory
Much is classified of the government trained hero named Alpha or K Nine in law enforcement circles. Why a super such as him was placed in a government trained program over, say, Hero One, is also a mystery in itself. It's said, though, that Alpha had come from a normal mother and father but both had jobs with the military. The father being a soldier and the mother a medic.

But for those who dig a bit into it, they would discover these general details.

Back in the day, a drug cartel was starting to make it's rounds in some of the major cities. It's said that this cartel was smuggling some new stuff to supervillians and it was so bad that Alpha's father was helping lead a squad at the time and they had tracked a shipment of the stuff to an abandoned building somewhere in New York. His team raided the place and secured both the drugs as well as the criminals guarding it. But what they didn't know about was that said criminals were being led by a secret supervillian behind the scene's.

And said supervillian wasn't happy.

The supervillian soon got information about Alpha's dad which led him to his home...at the time the supervillian showed, a young Alpha was with a babysitter. And when the supervillian was about to send a deadly message at his expense...he awakened to his powers. It's said that Alpha had launched an explosive wave of energy from his own body that did little structural damage to the home but badly injured the babysitter.

But it killed the supervillian. Records aren't clear but it's rumored that Alpha was only six years old at the time of that event and it traumaized him for life.

Afterwards, it's said that Alpha's parents did their best to help their son recover using their military connections. Soon, it led to him being transfered to private schools while growing up. But as the parents feared, the incident took it's toll on him. Sure, he got excellent grades and still managed to advance in his education but it left him isolated. Anti-social. It seemed as if he was afraid of others but in truth, he was afraid of hurting others...or worse.

And that's how it pretty much went till his highschool years. It was then that Alpha had made a request to train using his powers. His parents did note the lack of feeling he had when he made that request but saw in his eyes that he couldn't keep living his life like this. So, during whatever free time during his four years there, he trained with an unidentified military trainer to help manage his educational studies along with his powers.

But then, things took a turn when Alpha was "recruited" to be apart of a new team of superheros after his senior year graduation. The US Government wanted to have their own team under their command in case of "extreme circumstances" as they put it. Of course, Alpha's parents protested but Alpha had willingly agreed. Of course, due to the lack of trust between between the government and hero groups like H.E.R.O. and I.C.O.S.A., such a team would most likely be flagged and disbanded. So the group was field tested in secret.

It started off simple enough. Alpha was always sent within US broders to various cities to assist "normal" law enforcers like police and SWAT with any problems they may have. But everything took a bad turn one day when he and his team were sent to resolve a hostage crisis. A bank robbery had gone bad and a group of four masked gunmen had managed to force their way into a subway station. One of the criminals had managed to start up a subway train and got it moving till it was somewhere in between two subways stops in some random dark tunnel. Since it was reported that the criminals themselves were non-superpowered but had an unknown number of hostages, Alpha and his team were sent in as "SWAT" operators to help resolve the matter. It went smoothly till one of the four managed to escape the train after the team had secured the train and the other three gunmen with all the hostages alive and not harmed, litterally running for it down the dark tunnel. Alpha responded first and pursued and, to his surprise, the gunmen revealed himself to be a low level supervillian that was later I.D.ed as "Third Rail". An electicity user, he litterally lived up to his name and fought Alpha by manipulating the electrial energy from the third track rail and firing them at Alpha. Thanks to his aura though, Alpha was able to resist the attacks and was able to defeat him. Unfortunately, local hero's had just managed to catch up to Alpha and had just witnessed the fight.

They immedately reported Alpha and his team. While I.C.O.S.A. immedately blew the whistle, they did appreciate the professional work they had done. They were, however, detained until further notice as punishment for accepting a position on a unauthorized superhero team. Even the US Government denied any involvement with the team and the case was immedately dismissed. After some time, the other team members were released but Alpha refused to leave.

"...I messed up again...", he simply said.

That's when Alpha was then released but sent to Castleburg. Apparently, Alpha was just accepted into the H.E.R.O. team by special recommendation from his parents. Perhaps understanding that it was to help him rather than punish him, Alpha accepted and joined Hero One.

Power
"Ki Control" - A rather bland superpower, Alpha has the ability to "weaponize" or "manipulate" his own bodies energy like you may see in cartoons and anime. He's still currently learning on the various ways he can use it but at the moment, he can use it to generally power himself up slightly with an aura around his body to "super soldier" like levels. He can also use it for defense to help block attacks. Even bullets bounce off him if he prepares for it. He can also highten his senses: his vision, hearing and smell can be enhanced. Plus, he learned how to heal himself with his power. He's also been training to heal others with his power but he hasn't perfected that technique yet. And while some say he could even do an actual "fireball" attack from video games, Alpha had said that it was "a waste of energy compared to firearms". He's still learning so other abilities may present itself along the way.

OTHER
Despite most of the info being classified, vague or lacking many details, it's rumored that Hugo Powers and Christina are fully aware of Alpha's history and might even know his parents. It's said that Alpha was transfered to Hero One to learn how to be a more "normal" person when not on duty. Since joining, he's actually developed hobbies with playing video games and listening to music. Hence you usually see him with a headset in the picture above sometimes when listening to any sort of music.

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Alien Angel

Name
Terra Armstrong (Doesn't know her real name if any.)

Hero Name
Alien Angel

Gender
Female

Age
18 (Or so she guesses.)

Date of Birth
Doesn't know.

Physique
Terra stands 5'8" and while she doesn't talk about her weight, she looks incredibly slim and has green eyes. She has blonde hair but often dye's it green as a cover. Because she's always on the move, she'd wear just about any sort of female clothing or even some male's for a tomboy appearance. Her alter ego state has her with pink colored skin and hair with red eyes with not too much of a physical appearance in sizes.

Blood Type
Doesn't know.

Occupation
Vigilante

Side
Hero

Affiliation
None (Currently)

Tier
C

Personality
Once a shy individual, Terra is now quite outspoken. She's not afraid to speak her mind which has caused her to get into trouble in certain cases. Sometimes in the heat of combat, she also shows signs of anger if she's pushed too far due to her upbringing and horrible experiences which are explained below.

She also has trouble with authority. Hence the reason for her occupation. Terra's experiences had led her to believe that the rules are there just for the bad guys to take advantage of. So she works behind the scene's most of the time. She doesn't do the job for the glory or recognition but to keep others from going through the same fate she went through like any superhero with a tragic past. But it's because of this that she has trouble working with those that have to be "control freaks" as she puts it.

To sum it up, Terra is a big mouth and a rarely-shown temper but with a heart of gold. She will stick up for the little people who get bullied regardless of who the bully is.

Backstory
For Terra, life was the ultimate joke. At least, that's how she saw it since even she can't recall much before being stuck in a random lab being experimented on.

Similar to perhaps another H.E.R.O., Terra was one of perhaps many test subjects done to splice "Leftovers" with human DNA to create a new lifeform. Terra was, sadly, one of those test subjects. The pain...the experimentation...it was so much that her mind was shattered until accepting the fact that she was no longer normal even when compared to others with superpowers.

Even if she still "looked" human.

There, in that hidden lab, she was subject to countless routines. Running till absolute exaustion. Training against detained Leftovers that the scientists there somehow caught and preserved for combat tests. All of which she was brutalized but still lived despite the injuries taken. She had wished it had all ended at many points. That her life would just end.

But for some reason, it was replaced with anger...a "silent" anger.

Eventually, she had kept her wits about her. For one, she had heard a scientist say that she was a "successful" experiment but weren't sure in what way. Other than perhaps a minor healing factor, no other powers or physical changes in apperance were present. But that her blood and the other "Leftover" one had mergered perfectly. Hence why she didn't need to be on constant life support like others have. Still, they continued their routines with her. Hoping for perhaps some sort of breakthrough.

And they sure as hell got one.

One day, she was drugged up with some new experimental drug at the time called Isolene and put on many restrains. One of which was a straight jacket and handcuffs of all things on both her hands and feet. Pretending to be doped up from the amount of Isolene used, she heard them saying that they were abandoning the lab, stating that the "main lab" had been compromised and they were moving all "vital" test subjects to new locations till further notice. Terra was mostly isolated so she didn't know how many other "vitals" there were. But now, it seemed things were falling apart for her captors. Sad as it was, she had to worry about herself.

Then, during one night two or so years ago in New York, many reports were being called in to 911 operators that citizens had heard an inhuman scream and something flying through the air in the night sky of New York. Some time later, a random group of Hero's had found an unmarked dark van completely knocked over on it's side. Around it were injured and armed criminals with fracture injuries and two badly injured scientists that were suspects in illegal experimentations. All of them scared out of their minds. There was also a torn up straight jacket along with pairs of broken handcuffs.

Then, stories were being told around New York about a pink monster that preyed on anyone who saw it. But at the same time, how majestic it looked. Due to the sheer number of sights and cases that came forward involving it, both criminals and even law enforcement gave it a name.

"Alien Angel" was born.

Powers
Transformation - It took some time but Terra has learned to control her appearance between her human self and her "Leftover" self. Though when in human form, she still retains her minor healing factor as well as increased resistances to harmful drugs and diseases.

But when she transforms, she gains the ability of flight and becomes slightly stronger and tougher than a normal human. However, she becomes incredibly quick. Both her running and flight speed have her going around 80 mph. Her senses of smell, sight and hearing go up as well as gaining sharp claws on both her hands and feet.

Other
Terra is a drifter but she goes to places where there's trouble. She does any odd jobs to maintain any financial stability but tries to keep it "legal". Once in awhile despite her trouble dealing with such kind of people, she secretly meets with "normal" random law enforcements and, for some cash and assuming they don't try to shoot her first, helps them catch any petty criminals they have trouble dealing with behind the scene's. She tells no one but her personal goal is to find any other labs and shut them down since she figures the experiments didn't stop. She even heard a rumor about an organization called "Zero" that had invested in such experiments but after some research, assumed it was just a boggieman story...

@DarkRecon

Alright, review number two for Terra.

• I'm gonna need all the info that you have listed as "don't know." You can specify that she doesn't know, but she has to have all the things mentioned there, even if it's beyond her knowledge.
• Especially considering she came out of a lab as an experiment, I'd like to see a little bit about her social interactions in her personality. From what it seems, until fairly recently, she's been drugged up in a lab locked away from society, so one would think that her social skills have had some type of impact, or no? I'd like to see that explored a little more in personality.
• Her backstory is a little hard to follow in its current state. Right now, I have it that she was produced in a lab from birth as an experiment, but after that it's a bit foggy. What was the consequence when they drugged her with isolene? What did they get? What was the result? If you could do some clarification on that that would be much appreciated.
• I try not to be too much of a grammar stickler, but in its current state, especially in the backstory, some of the errors there make the section a bit difficult to read and are distracting. If you could fix that up!