Hound55

Young Justice Renegades: A Team Worth Dying For

Ain't that a shame.

@Ever Faithful

It always is. Was looking forward to having Morrow and Maria interact.

There were also a few other characters who didn't make the cut I was very curious to see, both how they'd be handled and the surrounding ideas.

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Red Morrow

R E D M O N D
" B I G R E D "
M O R R O W

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^{_{R E D M O R R O W ♦ M A L E ♦ 18 ♦ T . O . M O R R O W ' S L A B O R A T O R Y}}

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^{"For someone born perfect I keep finding a lot of ways to make mistakes..."}

After yet another failure to destroy the Justice League, T.O. Morrow grew frustrated.

This time they had the audacity to seize his robot Red Tornado, and not only that, the little turncoat decided he wanted to join them and find out what it means to be human!

Thes second time now that he had lost a robot to "wanting to find out what it means to be human", only this one wants to wear a cape!

So Morrow went back to work, and planned and schemed - as he would - a loyal agent of the Light. Biding his time for whatever opportunity presents. And opportunity came as the Light set him to work alongside another man by the name of Dr Mark Desmond, whose own specialty was in genetics. Using a small robotic drone, Morrow stole notes from the acclaimed scientist.

With so many robots to date failing due to the 'Pinnochio problem' Morrow decided to get to work on a backup plan. His latest agent to destroy the Justice League would never fail him by deciding it needed to learn what it means to become a real boy... because he'd be born as such!

All the while, Morrow continued work - planning to return Red Tornado to his fold and beginning designs for a potential future 'Red Volcano'.

Alas, age began to take its toll and Morrow saw need to create a perfect robotic version of himself to continue his own work - the boy in the tube was far from ready, such limitations are to be expected when working with weak flesh instead of cold, strong steel.

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On the day of his eighteenth birthday, the autmotated tube would open, and the youth would find himself cold, wet, naked and alone in a new world. The remnants of his android father, which had been torn apart by its own creation, swept aside in the corner. Desperate for answers he searched the entire laboratory, found his father's notes and discovered the truth.

He was born by a broken man for dark purposes. To destroy some group called the 'Justice League' for reasons he was unable to determine, even after reading everything in the laboratory. The motivations behind the obssession against these people were still unclear. His father was working for people that much was clear, but it wasn't purely mercenary - their goals alighned with his own - and there was frustratingly little information on these other people he worked for, or even what their group called themselves.

He burst onto the street wearing only a flimsy labcoat he'd thrown on to try and get some semblance of warmth.

He was born to be perfect, but perfect people don't run naked through the city streets.

He ducked down an alleyway, to avoid the scene he was causing and found himself looking at two men who had cornered an elderly woman with some kind of weapon in their hands.

They turned their attention to him, intimidated by the large youth, and in self defence he brutally disarmed the two men, leaving them a crumpled mess as he had found his android father - albeit still with their arms in tact - and held the gun and handbag out for the old lady to retrieve.

She screamed and ran back down the alleyway after snatching only the bag, leaving him perplexed.

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Red Morrow was born without any and all of the genetic impurities that we other human's are born with, and was grown as the first 'perfect' human, in the laboratory of his father T.O. Morrow.
His musculature system develops rapidly, and efficiently with upkeep (exercise), he's highly intelligent if lacking in real world experience.
He speaks english, chinese (but only mandarin), japanese, hindi, french, spanish, arabic, german, italian and russian. He also knows all computer programming languages and latin. These were programmed into him as he developed in his tube and come as second-nature to him.

Physically, think a Captain America sort. Peak human condition, but he does have to put in work - even if that work comes easy for him. Mentally he's a genius, but he thinks logically and with no real world experience he is coming to terms with the fact that socially, quite often, other people don't.

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Red was born 'Perfect' but has very little idea what that means, or what to do with it. He doesn't "feel" perfect, and even has some inferiority issues in part due to his father's preferences for the robotic and mechanical. Born a perfect human when his father really wanted a robot.

He knows he doesn't want to be like his father, but is still skeptical of the Justice League. He suspects there MUST have been some kind of reason for his father's obsession with destroying them even if he doesn't yet know it. That said, he WANTS to do good and be good. He's just still figuring out what that entails.

He doesn't really hate anybody, and genuinely wants the people around him to feel good and the 'bad' people to be rehabilitated.

He's coming to terms with his hormones which currently hold a powerful sway over him and can often see him become distracted or dictate his life. He doesn't really understand this, or the effect they have on him because he's lived eighteen years basically in sensory deprivation. He's a horned up kid like a raw nerve, and doesn't get why he acts the way he does sometimes... particularly around the female members of the team.

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He's 6'5" and 240lbs, powerful build, fast, athletic and agile.

He spends a lot of time in the gym, because his powerset actually requires it. It also clears his mind to think.

Likes girls, but has no social sense or 'game' whatsoever. Is built like he doesn't need 'game' but 'thinks and acts kind of weird'.

Shaves daily, because the pencil thin moustache of his father keeps coming through.

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Julian Luthor

Julian's pitch was remarkably simple. An alternative. A home.

Red craved social interaction, even if he wasn't terribly good at it. Julian saw a resource with untapped potential.

Julian likes to mostly keep a "hands off" approach to Red's social development, believing that interference could negatively hamper his growth and standing with the rest of the team. Instead choosing to engage in more formal one on one discussions where he checks on his development over a game of chess - which Julian taught him, and has witnessed rapid improvement in his ability over the few weeks since his arrival.

Julian sees Red as something of a project, Red trusts Julian more than most would a Luthor - because everything he has, has come from him.

Kevin Vanhagen

Red is always willing to spot for Kev, which is a good thing because he always pushes himself to the very limit (and occasionally over) on the bar. An affable friend, even if Red sometimes struggles to understand his street slang.

Gabriela Rivero

Red finds Gabi to be one of the most sincere members of the team and listens readily to everything she has to say, from stories of her people back home, to the myth and lore of her people. Although he often times confuses the two.

Charity Charleston

Red can't quite put his finger on why he likes Cece so much and seems to want to be around her. Maybe it's the interest she seems to have taken in getting him to try new experiences, which for some strange reason always seem to be in front of a camera - perhaps she's documenting his reaction for scientific purposes? - or perhaps it's because she seems so nice and keeps telling him that she'll pray for him when he apparently does things wrong, like go to the kitchen naked, or use the pool naked, or-- well, a lot of them involved nudity.

Still, it's nice to have someone who cares enough to pray for you.

Young Justice Renegades: A Team Worth Dying For

I know this might have a frozen waffle's chance in Hell of making it in considering how many *chef kiss* applications there are in this bad boy. But you miss every opportunity you don't opportun-ize on. I'm sure that's how that saying goes.

Anyway, here's my trash fire of a character.

Beware my Power-Frozen Waffle's Might

C H A R A C T E R C O N C E P T P R O P O S A L

G R E E N L A N T E R N

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^{_{H A N A H A Z Z A R D ♦ F E M A L E ♦ 1 8 ♦ H U B C I T Y}}

C H A R A C T E R C O N C E P T:

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^{"Are you done talking? Because in my head I've already punched you three times. Four, now."}

Say hello to Hana Hazzard, a child that suffered from not only a lack of parental supervision but also had Hub City to call her backyard. A city where you should be worried about being eaten by the sharks of corruption, and depending on the day, literal sharks. She was the only daughter and youngest child in the slew of boys with similar names and similar shit-eating grins. So, it was fair to say that her life was a series of dares that always escalated into a game of "chicken." Hana had it ingrained into her very soul to never back down. This would follow her well into her early teens and her rise into adulthood. But maybe we're getting ahead of ourselves. You may ask yourself how does one such as Hana end up a hero? End up a Green Lantern, for that matter? You might assume that the Guardians of the Universe pissed in some all-powerful cosmic entity's cereal, but that wasn't the case. Or maybe they did, but that's their own business.

Hana grew up barely above the poverty line, but her family was never without they just didn't have excess. This meant her childhood was spent rifling through the local junkyard with her brothers to find things that their father could use in his garage. It'd also lead to a lot of daring adventures across piles of junk, dangerous slopes of refuse, and so much tetanus. She attended public school and learned the hard way that her trajectory was never upward bound. Her grades barely surfed above passing, and she didn't have the money or the time to join any sports. Outside of class, she'd pick fights with upperclassmen when they talked shit about her wardrobe being a hodgepodge of hand-me-downs from her brothers. While many didn't think her terrifying, they'd learn quickly that Hana never stayed down. She'd curse at them with her sub-par insults but punch them with above-par fists. Her parents tried—they really did. They couldn't help it that the economic handholds in this city were as slippery as an oiled tarp. This would lead to disciplinary action, which would in turn, lead to her being forced into a school function of some sort. The one that cost the least was theater. In a little under a year, Hana was the lead in their very pathetic rendition of CATS. But she loved it.

Now there was an outlet for Hana's passion and attitude. She had quite the voice and a look that would easily slide her into any punk rock garage band. She formed a group with a few of her classmates called Shiva's Four-Armed Shredders. While she never wrote a single lyric, she belted out the songs of oppression and rage with the best of them. Unfortunately, this promising blip in her life would only be that... a blip.

On the eve of her high school graduation, Hana turned eighteen, which meant it was time to be reckless. A tongue and nose piercing later, she and the band had found a comfy half-disposed-of car in her childhood junkyard. They'd pilfered some malt liquor from a corner store and were getting drunk. Hub City, unfortunately, decided to rear its ugly head that night. They had accidentally ended right in the middle of an intergalactic weapons deal. The shitstorm started with an explosion that sent Hana careening down a pile of junk and landing squarely on her back—her vision going white before swimming. The screams came next. Adrenaline forced Hana up despite her head injury, but she didn't run for her life. She ran right into danger. She had nothing to fear. She'd fought her brothers. She'd fought kids older than her. She'd lived on the streets of Hub City all her life. If she was going to die, this would be a cool fucking way to go. The teenager barely saw the alien she plowed into as it loomed over her bassist. All she knew was that she connected, they went tumbling, and were a tangle of arms and fists. She barely remembered yelling "RUN!", but apparently she did because her friends scattered. That led to a stand-off with aliens who were prepared to crush her under their thumb while she gave them the bird. Unfortunately for the aliens, one of their "illegal weapons" happened to be a restrained power ring that didn't stay restrained long in Hana's presence. I would go on, but you know how this story goes... kid gets powers, kid tries to kick ass, kid gets nose broken a few times, and then kid needs help—a lot of help. It shouldn't have been a surprise that a senior Sector 2814 Lantern was there to intervene. They were space cops, after all.

After Hana's scrape with the aliens and earning a power ring, she contributed to the Corps for maybe a weekend. Who would have thought that a scrappy punk rocker would hate a rigid system based on procedural space hierarchy? Everyone? Everyone. She decided to go rogue, tired of the continued attempts to place training wheels (metaphorical or manifested) on her. But she learned quickly, very quickly, she couldn't take on the many villains Earth shat out like the aftermath of taco night by herself. This was doubly compounded by the lingering head injury breaking her focus. So, she decided to join the Renegades. They could always use a Green Lantern, and she could always use an excuse not to return to the Corps.

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^{"I'm only fifty-seven percent sure you're breaking some Space Law. But you're one-hundred percent pissing me off."}

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Energy Projection: Probably Hana's go-to move, as it's simply a blast of energy from her ring. It's based on her force of will, and as such is intense but unfocused. It is far from deadly, obviously, but it can knock her opponent (and anyone else caught in it) on their ass.
Force Field: "Unstoppable force meet immovable object," is more or less the motto for this application of her ring. It is capable of creating a damage blocking, environment controlled, and life support enabled shield around her. Hana's need for self-preservation kicks this on when she's faced with something that can't be taken down with punching alone. Which, let's be honest, are most things.
Flight: She can fly, in space or otherwise. It's as simple as that, and she abuses it any time she gets a chance to. Why walk on the cold floor in winter when you can hover?
Energy Constructs: Here's where it's obvious Hana needs more time in the Corps. The ring can create weapons and other handy objects for a Lantern to use, right? Well, she's never been one to think concisely on the fly. Projectile? She tries to manifest a gun, but always remembers how intimidating it was to watch Mister Peterson, the neighborhood homeless man, drunkenly fling an alley cat. Next thing she knows, she's wielding a green, life-like cat that she can only hurl. Weapon? She visualizes a chainsaw, but what springs to mind right after is how nice it is to hold a microphone pole. At least it's somewhat useful. Armor? Brick Stevenson, her ex-boyfriend, wouldn't go anywhere near her in that taffeta nightmare of a prom dress. And so on...

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Athletic & Acrobatic: Hana spent most of her childhood in a junkyard digging through piles of garbage to locate things of worth. She has scratches and scars to show off that part of her life along with the muscle tone and hand-eye coordination to match.
Scrappy: I'm not going to say that Hana is the best in a fight, but she can hold her own. This is mostly achieved through dirty tricks like throwing sand or punching someone in the crotch. Years of quarreling with her brothers has made her adept at head butting and right hooks.
Vocalist: Hana can sing, and she can sing quite well. Does it matter in a fight? Not really. Unless her opponent is a fan of punk-rock or show-tunes.

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Lack of Training: Hana's time under the guiding wing of the Corps was short, and it shows. She's not able to wield her ring with the efficacy of other Lanterns. She's trying, but her bull-headedness keeps her from accepting help.
Too Much Bravado: Yes, her willpower and fearlessness may come in handy as a Green Lantern, but it also means that she doesn't know how to back down. She'll fight until it's stupid to continue. She'll rush into a situation that needs more assessment. And she'll snap back when she's told to do something that she doesn't want to do. Hana's a firecracker in the worst way.
Inefficient Battery Life: While this definitely falls under the first point, it's a bitch to deal with. Hana's reason she fails to charge the battery on her ring as often is a mystery. It can take her out of a fight with a snap of a finger.
Hello Concussion, My Old...: That head injury she sustained on that fateful night was never looked after. And as such, she can lose focus easily to the detriment of her teammates. It may manifest simply as losing connection to her ring. It may also manifest in creating constructs that bear no correlation to the situation at hand. Her most go-to one is the spokesperson for men's deodorant smiling and holding a duck in only a bath towel. Yes, both of them are in a bath towel.
Normal Girl: Strip her of her ring, and she'll try her best. But she has no powers outside of it.

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^{"How many liters of blood is too many liters to vomit up? Asking for a friend."}

Personally, I love the Green Lantern mythos and when it focuses on characters that aren't the perfect hero. Every hero has flaws, but I enjoy the ones that aren't a paradigm while fundamentally worthy of their abilities. That's what Hana is for me. By the "rules as written," she qualifies as a Green Lantern, but she's such a far cry from what it means to be in the Corps. This is the sort of arc that I imagine would be interesting to create. One where she has to be broken down to be built up into something suitable for her power and station. Hana's personal goals are far more simplistic. She basically wants to prove that she's worthy of the ring without anyone's help. She wants to rise above her previous, real shitty, station and be the beacon she never had in life. Basically, she's here to pull herself up by her own green bootstraps and make a career out of this.

Hana is definitely a bruiser that lacks the useful utility-based nature of the Lanterns. This is something both the character and I want to develop, the ability to be more diverse in situations. For now, though, she's a "punch now and ask questions never" kind of girl.

Oh, and to definitely bump her scores up on the ACTs. They're bad. Real bad.

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^{"Of course this is a real Green Lantern Ring. Wait. Do you know something I don't know?"}

Hana Hazzard stands at 5'2" bearing the musculature of someone you shouldn't fuck with. She's a mean green bean. Her nose, tongue, and ears are pierced, and her hair is usually a flavor-of-the-week color. There's a nasty scar across her eyebrow and into her hairline from her head injury. How does Hana pick clothes to wear? She performs the sniff check. Usually, she's in a tank-top, ripped jeans, boots, and a variation of whatever jewelry and makeup she felt like wearing. Anyone with any sort of aesthetic nature should run from her... far away.

Hana's only gear is her power ring. That being said, her suit bucks the usual trend without going too far out of the way. For one, she's manifested a jacket over the suit. It breaks up the glare-inducing snug nature of the outfit. There's also a lot more white and black to the usual pattern. Most notably her mask is entirely white and covers most of her face.

Does Hana know anyone of importance in the superhero world? She definitely knows the Lantern of Sector 2814 that saved her and tried to train her. I leave this up to the GM to decide who exactly she'd have interacted with as I don't want to buck against any previously established lore. I'll edit this when/if things are finalized.

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^{"There's only hot people on this list. And by that, I mean everyone. We're all hot in our own way."}

Short summary of your character's thoughts, feelings, and regards for the rest of the cast. Optional and can be added whenever.

@psych0pomp

Tour de force!

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Does it make a difference that she was born blind (as her brother was born deaf)

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*what you hear when eilidh talks to you telepathically*

@Stormflyx

Red: "I speak ten languages and know latin and I'm not understanding any of this... Is anyone else getting this?"

*Connor rolling around on floor laughing*

"She's a craic and a half, this one is!"

Red: "I'm thinking verbally based disease. Seems contagious. Everyone without healing powers stay back."

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But the test tube man ducked.

@Lord Wraith

When you're 6'5", you learn to...

Young Justice Renegades: A Team Worth Dying For

An Irishman, a Scottish lass and a Platypus walked into a bar...

Young Justice Renegades: A Team Worth Dying For

And there are those of us who just want to be a slightly sad cinnamon roll.

@Stormflyx

It's all fun, Cinnabon...

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Given the sudden shift in tone, I feel like I have to remake Maria, maybe drop her entirely

@Ever Faithful

I honestly don't think it'll be an issue.

Diversity in character tone's always been a positive to me, and yeah - IC tone is not equal to OOC tone.

I reckon Hillan's spoiled for choice, and if anything the cuts will be tough.

Young Justice Renegades: A Team Worth Dying For

And then there's those of us who play straight, grounded characters in a silly way...