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Create-A-Hero: A Superhero RPG Season 2- New Horizons (Closed)

*Balls up half-completed Captain Bang-Bang character sheet and grumpily throws it in the bin*

*Sulks*

Create-A-Hero: A Superhero RPG Season 2- New Horizons (Closed)

Philadelphia, PA

The Present Day

Isaac felt the familiar clatter on the concrete as much as heard it. Stepping delicately through the artificially lit tunnel in order to keep his footing, the sound dulled as he hit the laid out carpet and was replaced with the murmur of 27,000 people and the bright summer's sun as he punched out from the tunnel and onto Talen Energy Stadium. He ran onto the grass and raised his head to the sun, looking around the stands.

He sighed. "What. In the hell. Are you doing here?" He asked himself for perhaps the hundredth time.

Lost Haven University - The Dean's Office

3 Months Ago

"Good morning, Isaac." The man spoke from behind the desk, standing and offering his hand. Isaac turned and looked back at him blank-faced whilst Brandon closed the door behind them.

"Okay then..." he said, sitting back down and rubbing his hands together, as if to attempt to awkwardly wipe away the fact that Isaac hadn't shaken his hand. The Dean had about 20 years on Isaac, who in turn had about 10 years on Brandon--

"So, I trust Brendan here told you what this was all about?"

Ok. Brendan. Isaac had ten years on "Brendan". The guy's name was Brendan. Moving on...

"Umm, actually sir, I hadn't done that yet. I thought we could do that now."

"Oh..." Said the Dean, giving Brendan a disappointed look and now understanding Isaac's standoffish nature in his office.

"I apologize if we've worried you at all, with the unknown nature of this meeting. As it is, this is about--"

"Rugby!" Beamed Brendan, excitedly interrupting, stepping forward and standing next to the Dean on the other side of the desk.

"'Kay. What about it?" Isaac replied, eyebrow cocked.

Checking to make sure Brendan wouldn't interrupt again, the Dean continued. "As you may be aware, earlier this month there was an incident led by a horiffic monster called Nightmare. He, and three other monsters, both literal and figurative, attacked an internal practice game amongst the football team. This tragedy... well, for want of a better term, essentially decimated the football program. The majority of players, present members of the cheerleading squad and coaching staff were slaughtered, less importantly thousands of dollars worth of damage was done. All in all the human and financial costs to the football program... were devastating. Beyond which, we suspect that had these monsters remained at large student enrollment and drop-out rates would likely have shut down the college."

"Okay. Kids and parents terrified of school. LHU no longer a desirable location. The school goes under, I get it. But what does that have to do with rugby?"

"Well. A football program is a very expensive thing to operate. Pads, equipment, new goalposts, transportation... the booster club obviously does what they can to lend a hand, but there are limitations there. After the financial hit to the football budget, and by extension the school's current financial status... it would likely be about 2 seasons away. Football also generates cheap publicity, gives the school representation in the public eye."

"Yeah.  American football does.  It’s the most popular sport in this country.  Again, what does that have to do with rugby?"

"Well, Brendan has some insight here on this.  See, he’s been studying ECON and seems to thinks he’s found some interesting trends and an interesting angle for investment out of current events.  Brendan?"

"Well, whilst recent troubling metahuman events seem to have a negative impact on locals with…"

"A large chunk of school property getting destroyed and students slaughtered en mass?" Isaac interrupted.  Taking offence with how things had been minimalized down to ‘recent troubling metahuman events’and ‘a negative impact’.

"Well… yes.  But even though metahuman sightings appear to have a negative connotation here, there is another factor to consider."

Isaac looked baffled.

“Tourism.  With metahuman events seem to centralize around – although not exclusive to – our city for some reason, an interesting trend appears.  We see a strong rise in the tourism industry in connection to times of greater metahuman activity, year-to-year, decade-to-decade.  It’s actually quite remarkable.”

Isaac still looked on, non-committed to where this was going.

“These tourists seem to have interesting traits as well…  British, Japanese, people from other English speaking nations like Australia and New Zealand.”  He pointed at Isaac.  “Terraria…”

Isaac’s face grew dour.  He could see where this was going and didn’t buy it for a second.

“What they all have in common, are tendencies to take out Student Visas when visiting—“

“…and they’re rugby playing nations.” Finished Isaac.

“Exactly!” Grinned Brendan.

“But aren’t Chinese and Saudi Arabians more likely to take out student Visas in the US than anyone from the nation’s you just mentioned?”

“N—No!” Brendan stammered.  He wasn’t expecting Isaac to actually question anything he’d brought up to convince the Dean, let alone contradict it.  “Well… yes.  In the U.S. as a whole.  But the figures.”

“You’re telling me wild roaming packs of New Zealanders are descending on American schools...”

Brendan got firmer, defending his findings.  “What I’m saying, is that the numbers of people who come to Lost Haven.  IN MAINE.  Around times of metahuman activity.” He emphasized.  “Spike on these nationalities.  I mean, it’s not much point in marketing to Chinese and Saudi students… when the state isn’t competitive with attracting people from those nations.  Chinese students tend to lean more to the New York region, whilst Saudis tend to distribute through the other larger cities which aren’t New York.”

“If we lose local students… and possibly the temporary positive marketing boost that a football team brings, the school will certainly need to bring new students in to remain competitive.  Making ourselves attractive to international students just makes sense.”

Isaac opened his mouth to counter the statement and found himself incapable of responding.

"Now rugby is a growing collegiate sport here, we'd be riding a growing interest due to a World Cup and it's inclusion in the Olympics this year..."

"Sevens." Was the only thing Isaac could spit out. Not an argument. Just a correction.

"Yes, Rugby Sevens in the Olympics. There's also a major collegiate sevens tournament in just three months. It gets broadcoast coast-to-coast with NBC Sports..."

"But what we're going to need is a coach." Stated the Dean in a matter-of-fact tone. "And preferably one at no increased cost to the school, given the circumstances. Brendan here suggested you'd be qualified and interested in the role, given your age..."

This made Isaac wince. He already felt eyes on him on campus due to being a 28 year old freshman. There were teachers at LHU younger than him. Not many, but there were.

"...and your own experience with the sport back in Terraria."

This was borderline offensive, although again Isaac found himself powerless to refute it. Yes, he'd played some rugby back in high school and was alright at it, but he was hardly a schoolboy star or potential professional in the making. This was akin to telling a Canadian he'd coach ice hockey purely because he grew up in Canada.

So why couldn't he say as much?

Minutes later Isaac walked from the office red-faced... but the new coach of LHU rugby. And not the least bit happy about any of it.

Create-A-Hero: A Superhero RPG Season 2- New Horizons (Closed)

Fletch has appeared. Though I am not 100% sure on how PG-13 the RP is. Let me know if my recent post is a little bit too much for the RP rating and I'll edit it to make it more friendly :)

M3

@Mercinus3

Nowhere near a problem.

Create-A-Hero: A Superhero RPG Season 2- New Horizons (Closed)

"He was in my view the most dangerous cold warrior that we have had since the end of World War II." - Historian Richard Walton, Newsweek, November 28, 1983.

Character you have created: Kennedy. Jack F. Kennedy.

Alias: None

Speech Color: Normal speech. Gift of the Gab, Red, White and Blue.

Character Alignment: Shades of Grey Hero

Identity: His identity is known, the fact that he's still alive is secret.

Character Personality: Hard drinking with a remarkably powerful sex drive, Kennedy carries himself with a swagger virtually unparalleled.

Uniform/costume: Well cut suit, perfectly coiffed hair. Trademark Jack Kennedy smile.

Origin Info/Details:

Executive Branch Backstory - Courtesy of Byrd Man

In 1776, the Second Continental Congress signed the Declaration of Independence and went to war with Great Britain. In early 1777 General George Washington met with John Adams and Thomas Jefferson, representatives of the Continental Congress, in Philadelphia. With Jefferson was a man from France. The young Gilbert du Motier, known as the Marquis de Lafayette, was a prominent French military office even at his very young age. With Washington was Prussian Baron Friedrich Wilhelm von Steuben. Both men spoke to the three revolutionaries about an old and powerful society known as the Timekeepers. Made up of the elite thinkers, noblemen, and politicians, the Timekeepers acted as metronome for the entire world, responsible for maintaining the rhythm and natural order of things. It was the Timekeepers that declared that the time of British hegemony in the Americas would begin to end. The colonies would win the war, Lafayette and von Steuben would help them.

In a ceremony in Philadelphia Washington, Adams, and Jefferson were inducted into the Timekeepers order and shown their secrets. The ancient society possessed powerful artifacts of supernatural nature and had access to magic. Using the Timekeepers' tools, the Colonies defeated England and declared their independence. In 1787 Washington was elected president of the United States, Adams his vice-president, and Jefferson appointed secretary of state. As part of the Timekeepers, all three men had been made immortal and given a serum that gave them special abilities. All three faked their deaths at appropriate times and went into hiding in Europe in the early 1800's.

In 1830 the three men discovered the Timekeepers' long and winding plot that would see the United States expand all the way to the Pacific ocean, and then shatter into two separate nations after a long and bloody civil war. The three founding fathers could not bear to see the country they founded destroyed. Defying their society, the men fled Europe and returned to US. They used whatever means they could to stop and delay civil war, influencing politics from the shadows. In 1860 they used their hidden influence to elect a man who would keep the Union together: Abraham Lincoln. They revealed themselves to him and covertly worked with Lincoln throughout the war. The Timekeepers discovered the founding father's treachery and turned on them. Unable to stop the Union from winning the war, they had Lincoln assassinated in revenge. This did not stop the Founders, who used their magic to bring Lincoln back from the grave days after he was killed.

Europe and the powers that controlled it could no longer be trusted. The old world could never govern nor control the new. The four presidents founded the Executive Branch. It served as a clandestine organization that would protect and fight for the United States, her interest, and freedom any place and anywhere. Their ranks are made up of former American presidents and other historical figures, each of them turned immortal in the same way the three founders were. Their long war with the Timekeepers ended after the First World War, when the last remnants of the old and rotten society were swept away in the fiery cataclysm of the war.

Now in 2015, they wage clandestine wars against a variety of threats that include the Secret Soviet Union, the Fourth Reich, and the Roman Republic of Zombies. But something dark and unknown lurks on the outer reaches of the world. A darkness is setting in, and an old power is returning to take control.

Kennedy Backstory

Undisclosed. Will be revealed through posts.

Hero Type: Infiltration/spy specialist. Chemically granted his powers.

Power Level: Spy. Likely translates to street level,

Powers: JFK has powers of persuasion. Can talk any one into anything.

Attributes: Regular resurrected human with verbal powers of mind control. Naval history. Possibly the strongest kidneys/liver/libido in human history.

Strength Level: Normal Human.

Speed/Reaction Timing Level: Normal Human

Endurance at MAXIMUM Effort: Normal Human

Agility: Normal Human

Intelligence: Genius

Fighting Skill: Trained. Former naval officer. Spy.

Resources: Extreme

Weaknesses: Kennedy is immortal and cannot die of old age or disease, but he can be killed. Women, drink and substances. Also susceptible to over-confidence.

Supporting Characters:

Franklin D. Roosevelt - Director of operations for the Executive Branch
Abraham Lincoln - Fellow Executive Branch field agent
Theodore "Bull Moose" Roosevelt - Fellow Executive Branch field agent
Andrew Jackson - Fellow Executive Branch field agent
Lyndon B. "Jumbo" Johnson - Fellow Executive Branch field agent and conscientious objector to his nickname
Richard Nixon - Executive Branch's resident mage and mystic expert - Internal antagonistic rival (mostly because of Kennedy's treatment)

Do you know how to post pictures on RPG boards?: Yes.

Create-A-Hero: A Superhero RPG Season 2- New Horizons (Closed)

Alright, here's the latest.

There's been a internet outage with my provider in my state the past few days.

But my specific problem they can't tell if it's my modem or the line itself. The earliest I can run my modem in to get it checked is on Tuesday (Monday your time).

I've had a post trapped on my tablet as a result since then... because I stupidly forgot that I could just Bluetooth it to my phone and email it to work on it and use my data to post (or send this update).

Hopefully it won't take too long to sort this issue out. Worst case scenario I can stockpile and send via my phone, but it has affected how often I've been here and likely will until next week.

Create-A-Hero: A Superhero RPG Season 2- New Horizons (Closed)

Bumping this back up above the closed thread...

Create-A-Hero: A Superhero RPG Season 2- New Horizons (Closed)

Character you have created: The Aquilifer
Alias: Dennis Connolly

Speech Color (Actually say what you're using, don't go "Like this", or what not): Yellow, Georgia

Character Alignment: Hero

Identity: Secret. Not yet public knowledge

Character Personality (Give information on how your character acts, what he/she believes in, how they handle situations): 24 years of age. Lazy, born-loser. Has a massive inferiority complex to his dead brother and sizeable self-confidence issues. Cares too much about what other people think, compared with doing the right thing. Unemployed, drinks, has partaken in what his mother calls “the pot” and is just completely ill-equipped to inherit the legacy of a super hero...

But other than that he’s a nice enough, personable type. Just not someone you’d trust to loan money too, let alone significant power or responsibility.

Uniform/costume:
Dresses fairly casually usually, although will tend to wear a leather flight suit jacket lined with down to protect from wind-shear with only an emblem of wings over the breast-pocket as evidence of his “eagle-bearer” legacy. An old flight helmet with a decal of eagles wings and jeans when he intends to go into action.

Origin Info/Details:
In the 1920s and 30s the United States had their own golden era of heroic figures. People who would prevent bank robberies, retrieve cats from trees (if asked politely, as all would do in the salad days of yore), put out fires, save people who fell whilst cleaning high rise windows (hey! It happened more than you may think) and otherwise making the world a better place. Whilst never looking to get involved in global politics. (Because, gosh darn it, hard working types had earned those positions and had more experience and were doing the work they were best suited for in those roles).

Then came the ‘30s. And Nazis. The Attack on Pearl Harbor awoke a sleeping giant. And suddenly the U.S. was unable to stay out of the war.

And the earliest heroes suddenly realised where their efforts would best be suited.

Amongst these heroes, was one man. The Aquilifer. Who named himself after the ancient Roman standard bearers who carried the symbol of the eagle. Armed with the Golden Rod, a powerful technological device years beyond anything mankind could surely have devised – possessing a power that surely could have come from God himself, the Aquilifer quickly forged a name for himself as a symbol for justice, righteousness and freedom from tyranny.

Eventually, the good guys won the day. Soldiers, both powered and otherwise came home and returned from making America and the free world safe from rat-zi jackboots, and set to work once more in their role of making the country the best place possible to live. The Aquilifer returned to his home town of Lost Haven and looked to use the Golden Rod to do just that and more. While the Aquilifer set to work in that regard, a gentleman by the name of Alan Coghlan looked to achieve the same goal himself... by providing a new technological renaissance, CoghlanGears grew into a large company coming up with many patents and tremendous innovations that were years ahead of their time.

In the late ‘40s during a battle with one of the Liberty Legion’s great foes, Tempus Flare the Time Pirate several members of the Liberty Legion, including the Aquilifer, disappeared. It was a dark day for the nation and the lost members were honoured in the Hall of Heroes at the Museum of Supers in Lost Haven, which had quite a large representation of members of the group, and in numerous other memorials in cities ranging from New York to Washington D.C.

Strangely it was around this time that the founder of CoghlanGears, Alan Coghlan, also disappeared. Apparently seeking a life of solitude and meditation.

It was with great jubilation that the world saw these missing heroes return in the sixties. It appeared that instead of dying or being lost for eternity in the terrible time tunnel of the Time Pirate, they had merely all “been misplaced” and jumped forward over 20 years until they had successfully taken down the dastardly Tempus Flare.

Many of the heroes struggled to adjust to the changes they had seen in the American culture after their lost twenty years, and many settled down presumably to families or perhaps a well earned retirement. The Aquilifer continued to strive for justice, albeit in an increasingly limited capacity for the following ten years.

Around the same time the elusive Alan Coghlan had been discovered. Due to his unreliable absence over the years his company had moved in other directions from the conscientious board of directors who had assumed control in his stead. A nice suburban house in the Little Ulster quadrant, with a white picket fence and a second chance with the wife he had unthinkably left behind all these years were suitable enough payment for his years work in constructing the company he had abandoned. It was around this time that his wife Margaret fell pregnant to Alan and gave birth to a daughter; Helen.

The ‘70s saw the retirement of the Aquilifer, who had undoubtedly deserved a peaceful retirement after decades of service.

The mid-to-late 1980s saw Helen (now Connolly) Coghlan have her own two children, both sons, named Sean and Dennis Connolly (nee Coghlan).

The early nineties saw a tumultuous period in the U.S. and the world as a whole. Desert Storm, the L.A. riots, Waco and the bombing of the World Trade Center saw a re-emergence of the Aquilifer of sorts. Despite clearly being a different man than the last Aquilifer, this man was a little harder nosed than the last. A different hero for a different age, his methods were at times swifter and more shocking than the previous Aquilifer. However in an age when several heroes were taking more drastic measures in response to darker threats, the Aquilifer was a steadying force and generally not in favour of needless wanton acts of violence.

The Golden Rod saw many changes itself over the years in the hands of this new Aquilifer, and also developed new tricks and uses for the Rod as well as different ways of utilizing its new features.

Meanwhile, Helen Connolly raised her boys through high school in Lost Haven, before moving across the country to Seattle to join her husband who had until this point been putting off starting his own business. Sean was doing well, was Valedictorian and also starting quarterback for his final two years. Sean received several offers from fairly big football schools but chose to stay in Lost Haven, the home he’d always known, because he couldn’t see the NFL being in his future. Dennis... was also still around. Dennis decided to go the junior college route before attending the Rockefeller Community College before eventually getting his degree in English literature. The two boys would remain in Lost Haven watched over by family in the absence of their mother and father.

The modern Aquilifer had a strong determined streak and would push himself to his very limits. But the years started to get to him by the late ‘00s, his fateful inevitable demise came in 2012, where Tempus Flare got his revenge. Traversing through time and appearing out of thin air, attaching a device to the wielder of the Golden Rod whilst the Aquilifer aged to dust on national television.

A private will-reading saw the Golden Rod bequeathed to science, however through what must have been a terrible accident on behalf of the man who was the Aquilifer, he bestowed it on the former owner of CoghlanGears, Alan Coghlan rather than the company itself.

A new, considerably younger Aquilifer appeared almost immediately after the funeral. Presumably after the elderly and disorderly Coghlan misplaced the Rod.

The new Aquilifer was a breath of fresh air, bringing back a sense of joy and whimsy to the role whilst also possessing strength, stature and intelligence. It was his inexperience however that was his downfall after the beloved hero was lured into a trap and slaughtered by Miz Demeanour and the Fel-honeys after Demeanour misrepresented herself as a rape victim. The Aquilifer eventually recognised his attackers but by then it was too late, they had him trapped, outnumbered and were armed and prepared for the specific defences of the Golden Rod.

Sean Connolly was found deceased on the scene and it appears that he had discovered the Golden Rod after his grandfather had misplaced it and had the foolhardy thought that perhaps he could use it himself.

The funeral temporarily brought the entire family together, but the parents have since left back for their Seattle home. The sole surviving son Dennis still resides in Lost Haven with his grandfather.

Few fear Dennis might have similar benevolent thoughts of flying out and changing the world should he ever stumble upon the Rod...

Hero Type (Select one):
Regular human wielder of the Golden Rod. A tech-based “energy weapon” of so-far unknown origin, which is far more than just a weapon.

Power Level (Select one below):
City level/World level

Powers (Be Specific):
The Golden Rod is a tech based energy weapon which has a myriad of uses:
Energy absorption
Anti-gravity fields that allow flight or for objects to be moved/lifted
Defensive force fields
Energy blasts to a range of roughly 75 metres
Heat emission
Light emission
Solid constructs of energy

Attributes (Select one at each category):

Strength Level: Normal Human, but the Golden Rod allows him to lift 10 tons.

Speed/Reaction Timing Level: Normal Human reaction time, able to fly at 400 mph (straight line at a high altitude with no fear of hitting birds) but with a cruising speed of 75 MPH (remember, while the Golden Rod allows him to fly at subsonic speeds, he's still a guy holding onto it with regular human reaction times, so he seldom gets the opportunity to "open up" and push it to it's limits).

Endurance at MAXIMUM Effort: Normal Human, but the Golden Rod never requires any form of recharging. The upper lengths of it’s endurance falls upon that of the wielder. At this stage Dennis is in somewhat less than peak condition.

Agility: Normal Human

Intelligence: Average

Fighting Skill: At this stage untrained

Resources: His own resources are minimal, but he has a supporting benefactor in his grandfather, whose own resources (assets) are average, but his resourceFULNESS is large.

Weaknesses: Psychological – Dennis has large self-confidence and inferiority issues to his late brother,

Has numerous self-destructive bad habits.

Still just a regular guy, who has access to a remarkable tool.

Supporting Characters (Does your character have a significant other? A mother? Friend? Who are they, what do they have to do with your character?):

Alan Coghlan, grandfather – Alan was the original Aquilifer, from a different time. Having lost 20 years of his life had a traumatic effect on the old Golden Age hero, and the heavy adjustment to just how much the world had changed in those years have taken their toll. Now more than ever Alan believes the role is necessary... and he’ll mould Dennis into someone suitable even if it kills the both of them.

I’ll list more as the character develops.

Do you know how to post pictures on RPG boards?: Yup.

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):

“Mmmm-eah?” he grunts into the phone.

“Oh thank God you’re OK! It’s all over the news!”

“Geez, ma. Calm down, what’s all over the news?”

“Wait, where are you? Are you home? You can’t be home if you don’t know what I’m talking about... Where’s Grampa Alan?”

“Ma, calm down. It’s too early for this. Now slow down. I am home, what’s all over the news?”

“Go check on Grampa Alan...”

“Alright, I’ll check on Grampa Alan. I’m going now, I’ll call you right back.”

“No! Don’t hang u--! Clik”

Dennis threw on some pants and a tee, to make the small trek from the accessory apartment he lived in to the main house which was his grandfather’s. Strange that his mother would call on his cell. It’s an expensive call from Seattle, she’d normally call the house number. But for all he knew, maybe she had and he slept through it. He was a pretty heavy sleeper after a night on the town, so it’s not unheard of that he could have slept through... oh...

Create-A-Hero: A Superhero RPG Season 2- New Horizons (Closed)

Character you have created: The Vigilante
Alias: Isaac Fontaine

Speech Color (Actually say what you're using, don't go "Like this", or what not): 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 actually 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 as an amateur boxer, 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.

Recent Events
Isaac was flung into this universe after interdimensional shenanigans with a device called a “tetherporter” went awry. After using the device once he went to a strange new Earth, where - misunderstanding the instructions that came with the device – he ejected that Earth’s version of himself along with the tetherporter, breaking it in the process. The turmoil to the space-time continuum caused the multiverse to re-shuffle itself, hurling Isaac into an Earth that could more readily handle his presence.

Once everything settled on this new Earth, Isaac found himself getting abducted by a group of aliens who were this sector’s Guardians or Protectors (no exact translation) of the spacetime continuum. Sensing an abnormality in a region where the dominant species had not yet developed the technology to be able to cause the aberration they found.

The aliens explained to him, in a very contemptuous fashion, what had happened. That all organisms have a destiny, a set place and role that can be mapped across all of four dimensional spacetime. That a tetherporter is a simplified device to allow for a safe, “idiotproof” traverse between 2 specific pre-set dimensions. When an organism is off-dimension, their path is held by a thread which pressures the being to return to their own dimension.

Through Isaac’s action, breaking the tetherporter, the odds of his returning to his own universe shrank in proportion to the size of the multiverse.

The multiverse is infinite.

His own actions had severed his “thread”. Isaac Fontaine became a man of no destiny. Destiny was one of the fundemental pillars of magic, as such he was not bound to the laws of magic. A man who lived outside of its purview.

Due to the potential for harm to the spacetime continuum that a being which doesn’t have a set place in the tapestry of destiny, the aliens were going to kill the Vigilante. Until he pointed out that their presence as a force suggested a specific end-date to the multiverse. Why have a devoted force policing spacetime if there was not a legitimate threat to all existence? He was able to convince the aliens to leave him on the “primitive mudball” of Earth (which “hadn’t even achieved the relatively minor civilization goals of solving the energy crisis, perpetual motion engines, lightspeed travel, or war”), as a wildcard to counter the big threat at the end of times that was the reason for their spacetime preservation force. When all things, even the multiverse have a pre-destined end… maybe a lowly being without a destiny could somehow have a use?

The aliens informed him that the universe he had now been thrown into was one that would be best adjusted to his presence. Things may have been a certain way for this universe’s previous version of him that best enable him to fit this universe. As if to highlight that fact, immediately after he’s returned to the Earth he’d receives a phone message from his childhood friend (who also handles his portfolio) Tony Morris; this universe’s version of Isaac had enrolled at LHU (in courses where lectures could be taken from online and his presence on campus wasn’t mandatory) as an alibi and cover story for his vigilante activities and presence in Lost Haven.

Isaac was also present during the Pax Metahumana incident. He has a shaky relationship with Arachne after shooting her with a bolt from his grapple gun whilst trying to determine which was the real Arachne in a standoff with the meta-mimic Effigy.

He is extremely protective of the hero Icon, for reasons which seem to stem from his home universe.

Last we saw, Isaac was attempting to trail Effigy, the sole loose end after the Pax Metahumana event and stumbled upon tape of the group’s leaded Doctor Diplodoc talking with a mysterious unknown old man with a hat and glasses. He was called into the Dean’s office at LHU for reasons thus far unknown.

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.

A non-conductivity (or immunity, if you will) to magic. “Lucky”. The universe he’s been flung into seems somehow attuned to providing him some level of aid at times… but will sometimes pressure him into situations and places he really doesn’t want to go.

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. At this point his equipment largely comes from a single ally (former Colonel “Gunny” Bracken) and what he has taken from criminals.

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.

A non-conductivity to magic. This swings both positive and negative. Magical allies can not heal him, he can not transport via portals, etc. Likewise swinging both ways is his “Luck”, whilst the universe seems attuned to provide a suitable “fit” for Isaac, life does seem to drag him in all kinds of outrageously ridiculous directions. Directions he’d often rather not take or have to deal with.

What can you bring to the RPG: The same thing I bring every season, Pinky...

Create-A-Hero: A Superhero RPG (Closed)

One Week Later...

Isaac sat in silence aside from the occasional light tapping of keys on his laptop keyboard. He sat towards the rear of the library at LHU, his back to a wall; allowing a clear line of sight to any and all people who might wander his way.

He adjusted the thumb drive, checking it was properly connected and lowered his eyes to the screen. He’d been puzzling over the old man in the hat for days now, ever since he ripped the surveillance footage from the factory he’d trailed Pax Metahumana to. The factory Doctor Diplodoc had made his video in. He hated loose ends, and knowing that one of their number – Effigy, no less, someone who could mimic appearance and powers of anyone he came across – was still at large didn’t sit well with him.

He opened the video file with his laptop’s video player as he had so many times already this week, he knew the events by heart. There was no audio, but he didn’t think it would help anyway.

Diplodoc went to the massive sliding doors, two of his “associates” pulled open the giant doors revealing an old man with glasses and a hat carrying a large box, with a loop of cables on top. Isaac recognised it from on top of the Chalmers building as one of the devices. Diplodoc took it from him and offered him an envelope. The old man put his hand up and shook his head, presumably refusing payment and walked away.

He’d pulled fifteen hours of footage altogether, and nothing that would help him lead to the location of capture of Effigy, but it was this 20 second bite that bothered him most of all.

There were other unseen players involved. Or at least one, and when you—

“Isaac?”

Boss key.

“Hmm?” Isaac looked up from his screen, blank-faced, trying to remember the name of his (much younger) fellow student currently standing over him.

“The Dean wants to see you.” Brian—Braydon—no, Brandon. It was definitely Brandon—said to him.

Isaac fought off the urge to say “What the hell did I do now?” and turned off his laptop and disconnected the thumb drive.

He’d seen Brandon only once or twice. The few occasions he’d jumped on the field and scrapped in one of their impromptu rugby games out on the practice field. Brandon was a stalwart regular. Isaac, unsurprisingly, given his… other activities, was not.

“I know where the Dean’s office is. I don’t need you to hold my hand.” Isaac grumbled as he finished packing his stuff.

“Ha! No, I’m supposed to go over there too.”

Isaac racked his brain trying to think what this could be about. They didn’t really share classes. Brandon, he thought, was chasing an Econ major… or at least was taking a very different curriculum path than Isaac whose classes were largely set around law.

The pair walked into the Dean’s office and closed the door.

Half an hour later, Isaac walked out, closing the door reverentially behind him and strode off with new purpose…

…for about five metres…

Then, brow furrowed, he began to wonder what the hell just happened in there and what he just got himself in for.

This was not part of the plan at all.

Create-A-Hero: A Superhero RPG (Closed)

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Awesome XD

So, who's the last person to post?

@GamerXZ

Some colossal inconsiderate douchebag...

...and I'm getting there.