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So there I am, in Sri Lanka, formerly Ceylon, at about 3 o'clock in the morning, looking for one thousand brown M&Ms to fill a brandy glass, or Ozzy wouldn't go on stage that night. So, Jeff Beck pops his head 'round the door, and mentions there's a little sweets shop on the edge of town. So - we go. And - it's closed. So there's me, and Keith Moon, and David Crosby, breaking into that little sweets shop, eh. Well, instead of a guard dog, they've got this bloody great big Bengal tiger. I managed to take out the tiger with a can of mace, but the shopowner and his son... that's a different story altogether. I had to beat them to death with their own shoes. Nasty business, really. But, sure enough, I got the M&Ms, and Ozzy went on stage and did a great show.
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Character you have created:[b] The Vigilante
[b]Alias: Isaac Fontaine
Speech Color (Actually say what you're using, don't go "Like this", or what not): When it comes back up, courier new, regular white on black with bold. Without bold for “thought quotes”.
Character Alignment: Hero with shades of grey
Identity: Secret and paranoid about keeping it so.
Character Personality (Give information on how your character acts, what he/she believes in, how they handle situations):
Mid-to-late 20s but has been fighting crime in his way for well over a decade. Slight frame but well cut as a former light middleweight amateur boxer in school. Not a big man for someone with his “hobby” – slightly over 6 feet and put in a lot of work just to get to 180lbs – but gets by through intimidation and reputation which leads people to believe he’s a bigger man than he is. Was the sole heir to a very wealthy family but lives/eats like a bum – a lot of microwaveable food, and quick-to-prepare meals. Everything about him screams of “Practical over aesthetics” from his straight black costume, to his unkempt appearance in his other life. He’s someone who plans his actions thoroughly, but will often lash out speaking his mind thoughtlessly with little concern for the consequences. That doesn’t mean that he is beyond remorse, merely speaks brashly.
Uniform/costume:
Fontaine is more about effectiveness than style, as such everything he takes/wears has to be justifiable. He wears a black balaclava, generic black tracksuit top and pants, strapped with duct tape at the wrists and ankles to avoid leaving DNA evidence, wears rubber surgical gloves under leather gloves allowing him to remove leather gloves for greater dexterity.
Origin Info/Details:
Born in the mid-80s, his was a remarkable situation. A very rare condition saw his mother’s body treating the foetus as a disease/obstruction, her immune system attacking the baby and leaving the mother dramatically weakened and needing an extremely pre-mature c-section. In what was previously thought to be a zero survival rate case, Isaac Fontaine the miracle baby was born in uncomfortable silence. His nerves fused in such a way as to not allow the sensation of pain to travel through to the receptors in his brain as his body managed to somehow naturally adapt to prevent the foetus dying of shock. Due to disuse and redundancy his brain’s pain receptors atrophied away to nothing. His mother’s body however was ravaged and weakened by the birth, dying in the hospital. Her body died fighting the baby her mind wanted so badly. The father named the child Isaac, as was his mother’s wish and he raised the child as she would want, despite some deep-seeded resentment towards the child for being the cause of death to the woman he loved so much.
The boy and his father would eat at the dinner table with the evening news on in the background, and his father would comment on it with the problems of the day (his father was a brash, opinionated man, just as the son would be – he was also grooming him to one day rise to fill his shoes in the corporate world). A liberal government combined with the news would lead to great rants from the conservative father, about the government being out of touch and needing to crack down on the criminal youth element (gangs and organised crime were becoming increasingly prevalent in Terraria through the 90s-early 2000s). One phrase which was repeated often which would resonate in the younger Fontaine’s ears: “Something has to be done”.
Fast forward a few years, and a young Fontaine is playing soccer, representing his boarding school, the young Isaac was taken out via a slide tackle from a vastly bigger boy from a rival school with a bullying reputation. Isaac got to his feet and shoved the bully who countered by punching Isaac in the face. Isaac had his feet set and took the brunt of the blow, returning fire with a shot that broke his nose and sat the behemoth on his arse. The following season he was urged into boxing as word passed through the school of the soccer incident. That next winter he also moved into rugby as he grew to love the positive response and reputation he got as a fearless, loyal teammate who would throw himself in to play support regardless the odds for success… coming out on top more often than not.
His first vigilante moment came at 16, when he saw an old man get mugged by 5 punk kids who stole his wallet and, seeing that nobody around was looking to oppose them, kicked the old man in the chest and walked away laughing. Fontaine’s dark scowl reflected his posture as he hunched in an intimidating fashion over the wheel. Observed the 5 walk to their car and trailed them back to a house. Fontaine picked off the residents one or two at a time, found the wallet and fled. From the security of his car he saw the wallet had been picked clean of cash, after a brief stop he returned the wallet plus $200 to its rightful owner after knocking on the door and leaving the wallet on the step whilst checking from a safe distance. The old man’s heart dangerously skipped a beat when he found it brimming with currency, but all was well and a hero was born.
A year later his father was mugged and bled out in a backstreet after leaving through a backdoor avoiding current affairs reporters who had been harassing their way to the top due to the poor behaviour of a comparatively lower down representative of the company. With this event a hobby mutated to obsession as his father’s words echoed with meaning now greater than ever.
With access to new wealth from his passing father, an empty house to work towards his fixation and the additional alibi of taking some time off to mourn the passing of his father added to his rapidly improving methods and the cool, fearless head which led to many calling him “Iced veins” Fontaine, Isaac now threatens to be the biggest blight on crime yet… if the police and a Premier seeking re-election don’t take him down first.
Now in the last year or so his life has become quite a bit more chaotic... but that isn’t his origin.
Hero Type (Select one):
Leans closest to Normal, with slight aspects of muscle, acrobat and intelligence.
Power Level (Select one below):
Going by the level of his actual powers you would say 1. By definition he watches over his home city though.
Powers (Be Specific):
Inability to feel pain. Very minor healing factor that allows him to heal perhaps 50 percent faster than regular people.
Attributes:
Strength Level: High level human. Pain no factor.
Speed/Reaction Timing: High level human.
Endurance at Maximum Effort: Above regular level human since not held back by pain barrier.
Agility: Held to human level.
Intelligence: Borderline genius intellect by human terms. Particularly suited to his own lifestyle.
Fighting Skill: Heavily influenced by boxing where he gained experience as a high school amateur boxer. Will kick, but generally when opponent is exposed. More power than finesse, will occasionally break his own bones/harm himself trying to take out opponents. Knows some counters in other martial arts but is far from a master in any. Looks to intimidate. Not opposed to inflicting serious injury to self or opponents in combat. Better at fighting against knives than with one himself, since training low and he’s largely self-taught from a decade of crime-fighting. Not a good marksman due to his inexperience/fear of possible harm to innocent bystanders and largely abhors guns in general.
Resources: Large but not obscene to Bruce Wayne/Tony Stark/Danny Rand levels. Family was wealthy as father was banking high-up and left with vast inheritance. Rents numerous places in Lost Haven as “safe houses”, this allows/results in him living in a number of places and not really considering anywhere in this new city home.
Equipment: Nightsticks (previously jimmy-sticks), grappling hook gun/bolt gun (which he carries both piercing bolts and “concussion” dulled-head bolts), “flash-bang” grenades, balaklava, $500 in cash, spare cable/hooks, duct tape. Will occasionally carry light pack with other ordnance/equipment.
Weaknesses: Poor marksman, but doesn’t really use firearms anyway. Is very intelligent, but needs it focused to be applicable. Quite (extremely) socially maladjusted; too frequently speaks his mind. Is only human in a world of superhumans. Inability to feel pain results in more serious injuries since he pushes his body to further and further extremes.
What can you bring to the RPG: The same thing I bring every season, Pinky...
Sample Post (Minimum Four paragraphs containing dialogue. As this is an Advanced Level game, Sample must also meet the RPG forum's minimum requirement of 12 lines):
Headquarters of The Agency – Lost Haven
Isaac left Flux’s quarters and walked down a hall way towards his own private room. He strove to put her drive her words from his mind with every stride. He needed a distraction. Someone to hit, a problem to solve, something to do. Anything.
Or failing that, solitude.
Entering his room and closing the door behind him, he felt it all wash away with a soothing tic-tic-tic sound which had been growing ever more on him. A warm smile crossed his face, a rarity of its kind, as he let his defences drop as much as he could allow in this building. They were raised again when his hand brushed against a foreign object resting on his bed as he sat down.
It looked like a toy gun of sorts. Made of clunky ostentatious yellow plastic, written on the gun in light purple writing when he held it up to the light to show it in better relief it said:
From Megan –
Do not tamper with inner-workings.
Keep in this world.
Hope you enjoy.
Examining it closer he saw that it wasn’t a decal, it was comprised of yellow plastic and light purple plastic, never separated and not painted. Those were its colours. With no visible join.
“She had to have made it.” He muttered to himself. He didn’t have a microscope handy but he was willing to bet it was indeed constructed down to a molecular level. He rubbed his jaw in contemplation. “Keep in this world”. Sounds both foreboding and intriguing. What could she have meant by that?
One thing’s for certain he didn’t intend to tinker with it. When a god-like entity, even in the form of a little girl, gives an instruction like “Oh, and don’t eat that fruit” or “Mind you don’t open that box, Pandora” it’s generally a good idea to leave well enough alone and play by those rules. Besides, he probably wouldn’t know how it works even if he did crack it open and something about the “Keep in this world” suggested to him that it was one of those situations where letting others know about it would probably be a bad idea. “Hope you enjoy” suggests it’s a present and for him alone.
He strolled around his bed, looking at it and swapping it from hand to hand, letting these thoughts swirl in his head. His mind was already made up, he leaned against the door to his quarters in case someone heard something and tried to come in. Raised the gun, flinching away from it, not knowing exactly what to expect and pulled the trigger.
A loud sound like material tearing was heard and a whirling bright white wormhole appeared. It seemed to produce its own energy to counterbalance the effect of diffusion, meaning nothing was being pulled into the portal. There was no wind, not even a gentle breeze. The normality of a hole leading somewhere, probably “another world” by Megan’s note made him more nervous than if pulling the trigger had sucked him through. He walked around the other side of the portal and it was transparent, he could see the door to his quarters. It was only visible from the side you could enter it from. He considered putting his hand through the wormhole from the other side just to see what would happen and then thought against it. It didn’t seem like something to be trifled with.
He looked back through it from the regular side and watched as it started to flicker slightly dimmer. It was weakening. He waited and the portal kind of fizzled out. Collapsing upon itself.
He put his hand over his mouth and rubbed his chin again. “Geez-us f***-ing…”
He opened the door and surveyed the hallway. Nothing. Apparently it hadn’t been loud enough to raise anyone’s attention. He closed the door again.
Tic-tic-tic-tic-tic.
This time the gentle sound didn’t help him any, because he’d already made his mind up.
Leaning against the door a second time, he pulled the trigger. The vertical white portal showed itself in roughly the same place as the last one.
He breathed deeply and stepped through.
And as the portal closed all that remained was the gentle ticking.
Tic-tic-tic-tic-tic-tic-tic.
[b]Alias: Isaac Fontaine
Speech Color (Actually say what you're using, don't go "Like this", or what not): When it comes back up, courier new, regular white on black with bold. Without bold for “thought quotes”.
Character Alignment: Hero with shades of grey
Identity: Secret and paranoid about keeping it so.
Character Personality (Give information on how your character acts, what he/she believes in, how they handle situations):
Mid-to-late 20s but has been fighting crime in his way for well over a decade. Slight frame but well cut as a former light middleweight amateur boxer in school. Not a big man for someone with his “hobby” – slightly over 6 feet and put in a lot of work just to get to 180lbs – but gets by through intimidation and reputation which leads people to believe he’s a bigger man than he is. Was the sole heir to a very wealthy family but lives/eats like a bum – a lot of microwaveable food, and quick-to-prepare meals. Everything about him screams of “Practical over aesthetics” from his straight black costume, to his unkempt appearance in his other life. He’s someone who plans his actions thoroughly, but will often lash out speaking his mind thoughtlessly with little concern for the consequences. That doesn’t mean that he is beyond remorse, merely speaks brashly.
Uniform/costume:
Fontaine is more about effectiveness than style, as such everything he takes/wears has to be justifiable. He wears a black balaclava, generic black tracksuit top and pants, strapped with duct tape at the wrists and ankles to avoid leaving DNA evidence, wears rubber surgical gloves under leather gloves allowing him to remove leather gloves for greater dexterity.
Origin Info/Details:
Born in the mid-80s, his was a remarkable situation. A very rare condition saw his mother’s body treating the foetus as a disease/obstruction, her immune system attacking the baby and leaving the mother dramatically weakened and needing an extremely pre-mature c-section. In what was previously thought to be a zero survival rate case, Isaac Fontaine the miracle baby was born in uncomfortable silence. His nerves fused in such a way as to not allow the sensation of pain to travel through to the receptors in his brain as his body managed to somehow naturally adapt to prevent the foetus dying of shock. Due to disuse and redundancy his brain’s pain receptors atrophied away to nothing. His mother’s body however was ravaged and weakened by the birth, dying in the hospital. Her body died fighting the baby her mind wanted so badly. The father named the child Isaac, as was his mother’s wish and he raised the child as she would want, despite some deep-seeded resentment towards the child for being the cause of death to the woman he loved so much.
The boy and his father would eat at the dinner table with the evening news on in the background, and his father would comment on it with the problems of the day (his father was a brash, opinionated man, just as the son would be – he was also grooming him to one day rise to fill his shoes in the corporate world). A liberal government combined with the news would lead to great rants from the conservative father, about the government being out of touch and needing to crack down on the criminal youth element (gangs and organised crime were becoming increasingly prevalent in Terraria through the 90s-early 2000s). One phrase which was repeated often which would resonate in the younger Fontaine’s ears: “Something has to be done”.
Fast forward a few years, and a young Fontaine is playing soccer, representing his boarding school, the young Isaac was taken out via a slide tackle from a vastly bigger boy from a rival school with a bullying reputation. Isaac got to his feet and shoved the bully who countered by punching Isaac in the face. Isaac had his feet set and took the brunt of the blow, returning fire with a shot that broke his nose and sat the behemoth on his arse. The following season he was urged into boxing as word passed through the school of the soccer incident. That next winter he also moved into rugby as he grew to love the positive response and reputation he got as a fearless, loyal teammate who would throw himself in to play support regardless the odds for success… coming out on top more often than not.
His first vigilante moment came at 16, when he saw an old man get mugged by 5 punk kids who stole his wallet and, seeing that nobody around was looking to oppose them, kicked the old man in the chest and walked away laughing. Fontaine’s dark scowl reflected his posture as he hunched in an intimidating fashion over the wheel. Observed the 5 walk to their car and trailed them back to a house. Fontaine picked off the residents one or two at a time, found the wallet and fled. From the security of his car he saw the wallet had been picked clean of cash, after a brief stop he returned the wallet plus $200 to its rightful owner after knocking on the door and leaving the wallet on the step whilst checking from a safe distance. The old man’s heart dangerously skipped a beat when he found it brimming with currency, but all was well and a hero was born.
A year later his father was mugged and bled out in a backstreet after leaving through a backdoor avoiding current affairs reporters who had been harassing their way to the top due to the poor behaviour of a comparatively lower down representative of the company. With this event a hobby mutated to obsession as his father’s words echoed with meaning now greater than ever.
With access to new wealth from his passing father, an empty house to work towards his fixation and the additional alibi of taking some time off to mourn the passing of his father added to his rapidly improving methods and the cool, fearless head which led to many calling him “Iced veins” Fontaine, Isaac now threatens to be the biggest blight on crime yet… if the police and a Premier seeking re-election don’t take him down first.
Now in the last year or so his life has become quite a bit more chaotic... but that isn’t his origin.
Hero Type (Select one):
Leans closest to Normal, with slight aspects of muscle, acrobat and intelligence.
Power Level (Select one below):
Going by the level of his actual powers you would say 1. By definition he watches over his home city though.
Powers (Be Specific):
Inability to feel pain. Very minor healing factor that allows him to heal perhaps 50 percent faster than regular people.
Attributes:
Strength Level: High level human. Pain no factor.
Speed/Reaction Timing: High level human.
Endurance at Maximum Effort: Above regular level human since not held back by pain barrier.
Agility: Held to human level.
Intelligence: Borderline genius intellect by human terms. Particularly suited to his own lifestyle.
Fighting Skill: Heavily influenced by boxing where he gained experience as a high school amateur boxer. Will kick, but generally when opponent is exposed. More power than finesse, will occasionally break his own bones/harm himself trying to take out opponents. Knows some counters in other martial arts but is far from a master in any. Looks to intimidate. Not opposed to inflicting serious injury to self or opponents in combat. Better at fighting against knives than with one himself, since training low and he’s largely self-taught from a decade of crime-fighting. Not a good marksman due to his inexperience/fear of possible harm to innocent bystanders and largely abhors guns in general.
Resources: Large but not obscene to Bruce Wayne/Tony Stark/Danny Rand levels. Family was wealthy as father was banking high-up and left with vast inheritance. Rents numerous places in Lost Haven as “safe houses”, this allows/results in him living in a number of places and not really considering anywhere in this new city home.
Equipment: Nightsticks (previously jimmy-sticks), grappling hook gun/bolt gun (which he carries both piercing bolts and “concussion” dulled-head bolts), “flash-bang” grenades, balaklava, $500 in cash, spare cable/hooks, duct tape. Will occasionally carry light pack with other ordnance/equipment.
Weaknesses: Poor marksman, but doesn’t really use firearms anyway. Is very intelligent, but needs it focused to be applicable. Quite (extremely) socially maladjusted; too frequently speaks his mind. Is only human in a world of superhumans. Inability to feel pain results in more serious injuries since he pushes his body to further and further extremes.
What can you bring to the RPG: The same thing I bring every season, Pinky...
Sample Post (Minimum Four paragraphs containing dialogue. As this is an Advanced Level game, Sample must also meet the RPG forum's minimum requirement of 12 lines):
Headquarters of The Agency – Lost Haven
Isaac left Flux’s quarters and walked down a hall way towards his own private room. He strove to put her drive her words from his mind with every stride. He needed a distraction. Someone to hit, a problem to solve, something to do. Anything.
Or failing that, solitude.
Entering his room and closing the door behind him, he felt it all wash away with a soothing tic-tic-tic sound which had been growing ever more on him. A warm smile crossed his face, a rarity of its kind, as he let his defences drop as much as he could allow in this building. They were raised again when his hand brushed against a foreign object resting on his bed as he sat down.
It looked like a toy gun of sorts. Made of clunky ostentatious yellow plastic, written on the gun in light purple writing when he held it up to the light to show it in better relief it said:
From Megan –
Do not tamper with inner-workings.
Keep in this world.
Hope you enjoy.
Examining it closer he saw that it wasn’t a decal, it was comprised of yellow plastic and light purple plastic, never separated and not painted. Those were its colours. With no visible join.
“She had to have made it.” He muttered to himself. He didn’t have a microscope handy but he was willing to bet it was indeed constructed down to a molecular level. He rubbed his jaw in contemplation. “Keep in this world”. Sounds both foreboding and intriguing. What could she have meant by that?
One thing’s for certain he didn’t intend to tinker with it. When a god-like entity, even in the form of a little girl, gives an instruction like “Oh, and don’t eat that fruit” or “Mind you don’t open that box, Pandora” it’s generally a good idea to leave well enough alone and play by those rules. Besides, he probably wouldn’t know how it works even if he did crack it open and something about the “Keep in this world” suggested to him that it was one of those situations where letting others know about it would probably be a bad idea. “Hope you enjoy” suggests it’s a present and for him alone.
He strolled around his bed, looking at it and swapping it from hand to hand, letting these thoughts swirl in his head. His mind was already made up, he leaned against the door to his quarters in case someone heard something and tried to come in. Raised the gun, flinching away from it, not knowing exactly what to expect and pulled the trigger.
A loud sound like material tearing was heard and a whirling bright white wormhole appeared. It seemed to produce its own energy to counterbalance the effect of diffusion, meaning nothing was being pulled into the portal. There was no wind, not even a gentle breeze. The normality of a hole leading somewhere, probably “another world” by Megan’s note made him more nervous than if pulling the trigger had sucked him through. He walked around the other side of the portal and it was transparent, he could see the door to his quarters. It was only visible from the side you could enter it from. He considered putting his hand through the wormhole from the other side just to see what would happen and then thought against it. It didn’t seem like something to be trifled with.
He looked back through it from the regular side and watched as it started to flicker slightly dimmer. It was weakening. He waited and the portal kind of fizzled out. Collapsing upon itself.
He put his hand over his mouth and rubbed his chin again. “Geez-us f***-ing…”
He opened the door and surveyed the hallway. Nothing. Apparently it hadn’t been loud enough to raise anyone’s attention. He closed the door again.
Tic-tic-tic-tic-tic.
This time the gentle sound didn’t help him any, because he’d already made his mind up.
Leaning against the door a second time, he pulled the trigger. The vertical white portal showed itself in roughly the same place as the last one.
He breathed deeply and stepped through.
And as the portal closed all that remained was the gentle ticking.
Tic-tic-tic-tic-tic-tic-tic.
nitemare shape said
No worries, you're far from the first to make that mistake, you won't be the last lol
I have no idea what you're talking about...
So... How's things, peoples?
I don't know how popular Blade really is as a character...
Odds on he might get played as a PC in one in 5/one in 6 games? Generally if he appears at all it tends to be as an NPC in a minor cameo, if that.
Odds on he might get played as a PC in one in 5/one in 6 games? Generally if he appears at all it tends to be as an NPC in a minor cameo, if that.
*Sigh*
Yes... I'm STILL working on my app.
Yes... I'm STILL working on my app.
nitemare shape said
Create a Hero RPG Application
Character you have created: Kyle Porter
Alias: Lyger
Dead Cruiser said
I'd like to make a character for this, though I'm unsure as to what I should make. How do you quantify such powers as telekinesis or telepathy, which can be impossible to evade without special abilities or equipment? A tele-neck-snap is difficult for a character without enhanced durability to write their way out of. Equally so are "mind-rape" powers, though much of that relies on the other player, and the results are usually disappointingly similar.
Yeah... don't be doing that without getting other RPers permission. Works contrary to the spirit of these.
Rules said
• Communicate with others in your arc. This is key to the fun. It doesn’t matter how many fights you win, it matters if the fights were written well.
• Don't do anything RANDOM like chopping off board user's heads or what not, unless your a villain chopping off NPC victims heads, then whatever, go with it, as long as it's not technically RANDOM.
Consider it one app or two, take your pick:
Character Name(s): Alec Holland and Ted Sallis (Swamp Thing and the Man-Thing)
Alignment (Hero, Villain, Walking the Line): Walking the line, I guess. Although Swamp Thing has heroic tendencies.
Affiliation (Justice League, HAMMER, X-Men, etc): "Other".
Character Speech Color and Font, when the BBCode gets some depth to it (actually say what it is, like Blue Comic Sans):
Swamp Thing – Dark Green, Georgia, Bold
Man-Thing seldom speaks, but will follow Ted Sallis’ - Green, Microsoft Sans Serif, Italics
Powers and Abilities:
Once Swamp Thing and Man-Thing have both been chemically/mystically altered by the swamp they develop numerous fantastic abilities.
Swamp Thing – As a consciousness without a real traditional body, Swamp Thing has the ability to inhabit and animate vegetation of any kind, including the ability to manipulate said vegetation to construct himself a body. This ability means he has remarkable powers of regeneration and can even “teleport” himself through the non-traditional means of allowing his body to fall and transferring his consciousness to vegetable matter located where he wants to go. His powers abilities result in him being virtually boundlessly strong provided he can manipulate enough vegetation to bolster whatever he needs to lift/support.
Man-Thing – As the body without the consciousness, Ted Sallis’ body was hi-jacked by the swamp to become the Guardian of the Nexus of All Realities. The Man-Thing is an empath, which causes him to react oddly to and pick up on various emotions. He is particularly responsive to fear, which enrages the creature and results in the excretion of a corrosive substance. As a result of the Super Soldier Serum that Sallis took just prior to his death, the Man-Thing has strength above that of peak human, but will continue to grow in strength as the power of the Man-Thing will be with him. As the swamp has manipulated his body, Man-Thing is virtually invulnerable to regular conventional harm since his body is not completely solid. Whilst Man-Thing doesn’t possess the full power of a Plant Elemental like his associate Swamp Thing, due to their sharing duties, Man Thing can still regenerate his body... but he requires the equivalent amount of vegetation to be directly available for him to do so.
Due to the spongy nature of his body, he is able to ooze through small spaces or around barriers. In his role as the Guardian of the Nexus of All Realities he can also teleport in a more traditional capacity than the Swamp Thing.
Character Origin/Backstory:
Alec Holland was a scientist, working for Lexcorp at an undisclosed location in the Louisiana bayou on a secret bio-restorative formula that could convert the most sterile and arid conditions, turning them into lush forest greenery. Theodore Sallis is another scientist, also somewhat under Luthor’s control – albeit more limited. Sallis has long been working on uncovering and re-creating Dr Erskine’s Super Soldier Serum.
Sallis, one of the most brilliant scientists in the world in his fields and named by American Scientist as “one of the 5 most brilliant minds in the world today” alongside of other esteemed names Reed Richards and Henry Pym, found himself called to the swamp on request by Alec Holland. Holland, who has long hero-worshipped Sallis as one of the fore-most authorities on bio-chemistry justified his request to Luthor as his help being of immeasurable aid due to the work being in his field of expertise. As such, Sallis was pulled to the bayou to complete his work and to lend assistance and advise Holland.
Their origin is going to be my first arc and I'd like to take the time to flesh it out properly in full.
What Makes This Version "Ultimate":
I’m attaching both characters to the same story, I think it will work well. I’m boosting Ted Sallis intelligence to heighten the tragedy of the events that followed. I’m merging mystical and power elements of the two universes. Supposed to be one power destined to both be the Guardian of the Nexus of All Realities and protective agent of the Green – founder of the building blocks of life. The two roles will be split between the pair.
Character Notes (Anything you would like to expand on [Established Rogues, NPCs, etc]):
The existence of A.I.M (Advanced Ideas Mechanics) as a cult-like group of scientists whose ethics regard scientific progress as being above all things. Including liberty and the notion of ownership over ideas.
What can you bring to the RPG:
Freaky swamp beasts! What else is needed in life?
Provide a short sample post as your desired character:
Climbing from the murky mire, Alec Holland looks back at the laboratory. They stand ablaze and his memory returns to him.
The fire. The flames. His body inflamed.
He drops to the ground, the laboratory and his notes. A decade of work... lost.
He feels sludge drip down his head and over his eye, Holland raises an arm to his face to wipe it away and is stunned to find his arm has become an overgrown mess or reeds, moss and fern.
“... Noooooo...” his voice creaked as if the words were echoing out from an old hollowed-out oak trunk.
He saw A.I.M. scientists flee from the burning wreck and knew that these men had taken too much. They had come for knowledge and science that was not theirs to take and had robbed Holland of even more.
And Ted. What had become of Ted?
Character Name(s): Alec Holland and Ted Sallis (Swamp Thing and the Man-Thing)
Alignment (Hero, Villain, Walking the Line): Walking the line, I guess. Although Swamp Thing has heroic tendencies.
Affiliation (Justice League, HAMMER, X-Men, etc): "Other".
Character Speech Color and Font, when the BBCode gets some depth to it (actually say what it is, like Blue Comic Sans):
Swamp Thing – Dark Green, Georgia, Bold
Man-Thing seldom speaks, but will follow Ted Sallis’ - Green, Microsoft Sans Serif, Italics
Powers and Abilities:
Once Swamp Thing and Man-Thing have both been chemically/mystically altered by the swamp they develop numerous fantastic abilities.
Swamp Thing – As a consciousness without a real traditional body, Swamp Thing has the ability to inhabit and animate vegetation of any kind, including the ability to manipulate said vegetation to construct himself a body. This ability means he has remarkable powers of regeneration and can even “teleport” himself through the non-traditional means of allowing his body to fall and transferring his consciousness to vegetable matter located where he wants to go. His powers abilities result in him being virtually boundlessly strong provided he can manipulate enough vegetation to bolster whatever he needs to lift/support.
Man-Thing – As the body without the consciousness, Ted Sallis’ body was hi-jacked by the swamp to become the Guardian of the Nexus of All Realities. The Man-Thing is an empath, which causes him to react oddly to and pick up on various emotions. He is particularly responsive to fear, which enrages the creature and results in the excretion of a corrosive substance. As a result of the Super Soldier Serum that Sallis took just prior to his death, the Man-Thing has strength above that of peak human, but will continue to grow in strength as the power of the Man-Thing will be with him. As the swamp has manipulated his body, Man-Thing is virtually invulnerable to regular conventional harm since his body is not completely solid. Whilst Man-Thing doesn’t possess the full power of a Plant Elemental like his associate Swamp Thing, due to their sharing duties, Man Thing can still regenerate his body... but he requires the equivalent amount of vegetation to be directly available for him to do so.
Due to the spongy nature of his body, he is able to ooze through small spaces or around barriers. In his role as the Guardian of the Nexus of All Realities he can also teleport in a more traditional capacity than the Swamp Thing.
Character Origin/Backstory:
Alec Holland was a scientist, working for Lexcorp at an undisclosed location in the Louisiana bayou on a secret bio-restorative formula that could convert the most sterile and arid conditions, turning them into lush forest greenery. Theodore Sallis is another scientist, also somewhat under Luthor’s control – albeit more limited. Sallis has long been working on uncovering and re-creating Dr Erskine’s Super Soldier Serum.
Sallis, one of the most brilliant scientists in the world in his fields and named by American Scientist as “one of the 5 most brilliant minds in the world today” alongside of other esteemed names Reed Richards and Henry Pym, found himself called to the swamp on request by Alec Holland. Holland, who has long hero-worshipped Sallis as one of the fore-most authorities on bio-chemistry justified his request to Luthor as his help being of immeasurable aid due to the work being in his field of expertise. As such, Sallis was pulled to the bayou to complete his work and to lend assistance and advise Holland.
Their origin is going to be my first arc and I'd like to take the time to flesh it out properly in full.
What Makes This Version "Ultimate":
I’m attaching both characters to the same story, I think it will work well. I’m boosting Ted Sallis intelligence to heighten the tragedy of the events that followed. I’m merging mystical and power elements of the two universes. Supposed to be one power destined to both be the Guardian of the Nexus of All Realities and protective agent of the Green – founder of the building blocks of life. The two roles will be split between the pair.
Character Notes (Anything you would like to expand on [Established Rogues, NPCs, etc]):
The existence of A.I.M (Advanced Ideas Mechanics) as a cult-like group of scientists whose ethics regard scientific progress as being above all things. Including liberty and the notion of ownership over ideas.
What can you bring to the RPG:
Freaky swamp beasts! What else is needed in life?
Provide a short sample post as your desired character:
Climbing from the murky mire, Alec Holland looks back at the laboratory. They stand ablaze and his memory returns to him.
The fire. The flames. His body inflamed.
He drops to the ground, the laboratory and his notes. A decade of work... lost.
He feels sludge drip down his head and over his eye, Holland raises an arm to his face to wipe it away and is stunned to find his arm has become an overgrown mess or reeds, moss and fern.
“... Noooooo...” his voice creaked as if the words were echoing out from an old hollowed-out oak trunk.
He saw A.I.M. scientists flee from the burning wreck and knew that these men had taken too much. They had come for knowledge and science that was not theirs to take and had robbed Holland of even more.
And Ted. What had become of Ted?
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