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

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

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

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The HoH helipad attack site

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Having dropped off the officer in the mech suit, Leanna banked around in the rain, leaving a curving trail behind her that continued to fizzle. She occasionally regretted that flying with her powers made stealth basically impossible, but now wasn't the time for it anyway. In the growing dimness, she made out the lights of the chopper as it was beginning to leave the pad. Chris and the pompous bastard she had met earlier were being fired upon, but she knew neither of them were in real danger. Over her patched-in earpiece she heard the warning to not destroy the thing. She grinned.

”Alright Captain. I'll ground the thing, you worry about making sure they don't pop cyanide pills or something.”

Streaking in as fast as she was able, she swooped up, and then straight down at the rotor in the middle of the blades that lifted the thing. Heedless of her own safety, she rammed the mechanism with her shoulder and all of her considerable strength, rocking the whole thing in mid air and bouncing it none too gently off the edge of the helipad. The rotor belched smoke and sparks as she laid both hand on it.

That turned out to be somewhat of a mistake. As the whole vehicle began tipping on ruined skids over the edge of the pad, her grip caused her to be spun at the same rate as the blades, dizzying her almost instantly. Unwilling to let go of her prize and see it tumble into the gloom below, her wings fanned out, the tips flashing into the path of the rotor blades, which cleanly severed them. She hoped Chris could deal with those before they scythed into a building.

Still spinning, she hauled herself against the centripetal force that was attempting to launch her into the air, swung her feet down, and in one motion planted her boots through the roof of fuselage and ripped the rotor completely off of the machine in a spray of hydraulic fluid, oil, and shrapnel. The impact of her feet drove the whole vehicle up and onto the pad, keeping it from crashing into the street, but left her stuck into the machinery. Blasting wouldn't work, as she could likely blow her own feet off, so she bent down and began prying twisted metal out from around her ankles, expecting the others would handle the rest.

Sengoku Space Opera

Haruka sat, miserable, at the bar of a sake house she didn't even remember the name of. The place had originally been pretty nice, most of the furniture and flooring made of real wood, but years of neglect and fights had scarred everything pretty heavily. The clientele were definitely of the rowdier sort, this place being next door to the entrance of the infamous Lotus Pavilion, where she had left her recent employer to his fate. He had hired her as a bodyguard, but neglected to inform her that he expected her to help him cheat, and then was surprised when she let the Yakuza enforcers take him away to some interior room or another floor. The manager of that particular area had given her a nod and let her walk out unaccosted. Without the cheat having paid her yet, since he had promised payment by the end of her contract at midnight, she was forced to go without a real meal.

Thankfully, the owner of the place she was currently in was the brother of another recent client, and one who had had much better luck and had been quite happy with her services, though the three men who had tried to rob him were decidedly less so. Well, maybe they were. Their lives may have been utter garbage before she had cut them down in that stinking alley, she didn't know. At any rate, it had bought her some cheap noodles and sake here by trading on her success, so here she sat. Her stomach wouldn't grumble tonight, at least, as it had so many nights since she had arrived here on this planet.

She tossed back another cup of sake, eyes a little bleary, and was upset to find that, when tipped to pour, her bottle was empty of any further libation. She set it down, and was about to try and flag down the barman and pry another from him, when she felt a hand grab her chest from behind. A disgusting voice, breath reeking of liquor, said loudly in her ear, “Hey, baby, how about you and me head on over to the- URK!”

She pulled the offending hand off of her by the wrist, twisting it hard as she did so. Her left elbow snapped up and back, catching the scruffy peasant in the throat and leaving him gurgling, hanging by the wrist she still held as he slumped to the floor. His free hand futilely grasped at his throat.

“Oh calm down, idiot, I didn't strike hard enough to kill even one as weak as you,” she snarled, dropping the captive limb in disgust. She pushed him away with a foot, and was turning back to the bar when her eye caught movement in the room. Several other men had just stood from a table, looking drunk and angry, and above all stupid. But, as she sighed and stood, at least she would get some exercise today. Another man, standing from the other end of the bar, also caught her attention. This one was very clearly augmented, and a glint of differently coloured metal on a mechanical hand drew her eye to a ring. The distance was too great to make out details, but the way he moved make her think of a bounty hunter, and if that ring held a Takeda insignia, she was in trouble.

Before she could move to intercept the man, he turned to leave. And the three idiots were charging across the room, through other patrons, which looked like it was probably going to start a brawl. ”So much for coming back here any time soon,” she thought to herself. As the men came around the last table and at her, she launched into a charge, moving fast enough that none of them had a chance to react. She left her blades on her hip, instead using her limbs. The first she reached took a kick straight into his kneecap, bending the limb backwards. As he fell, she moved past him with a vicious elbow to the temple. The next attempted, poorly, to punch her. She caught the fist, twisted the arm straight, and slammed her palm into the outside of the elbow, snapping it. The third man grabbed a bottle from the nearby table and attempted to hit her in the head, but she ducked, letting him take the man with the broken arm in the face instead. He also clearly didn't know what he was doing, as the bottle shattered wrong, shredding the inside of his hand as well as the other mans face. She let the second fall, the punch the bottle-user twice in the sternum, up and under, seizing his diaphragm. He fell, caught between screaming in pain and coughing from the blows, sounding more like he was choking to death than anything else.

Around her, the entire place had erupted into chaos. Tables had been flung away, glass smashed, liquor soaking into everything. Many men were engaged in enraged, life-and-death struggles. Some, Haruka knew, were coming off of hefty losses in Mahjong and other games next door, and were suddenly presented with a way to vent their rage. Other were criminals and the desperate. It made for a violent combination any day, but her own fight has proved to be a spark for the entire powder keg.

Before she could get caught up in another assault or be asked to pay for damages, she slid past a few pairs of grappling patrons and made her way out to the street. Glancing around, she did not see the mysterious bounty hunter, which made her nervous on top of the adrenaline that chased the sake out of her system. She took the time to straighten her clothes, check her blades, and re tie her ponytail, then made her way down the street, past the Lotus Pavilion entrance. The guards there nodded at her, but their attitude made it clear she was not welcome after what had happened earlier, so she kept moving. Maybe she would find another client before the day was out.

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

I see that you have what looks like maybe the beginnings of some sort of pharmaceutical/medical research entity in that Paradox rep. If they have less scruples than most, I think myself and maybe one other also have something going in that same vein. If they are villainous at all, would you want to maybe collaborate on making a sort of overarching corporation these can all fall under the umbrella of?

Sengoku Space Opera

Kitamura Haruka

Name: Kitamura Haruka (北村 遥花)

Age: 24

Appearance: Haruka stands at 180 cm(just shy of six foot) and weighs in at a willowy 63.5 kg(140 lbs), and yet does not look gaunt, only graceful. Her hair shows evidence of being cared for in the past, and is kept in a long ponytail or a large bun most of the time. Pale of skin, she appears to fairly exude nobility, something she has tried to hide unsuccessfully. Dark eyes, shadowed by weariness and stress, stare into the middle distance most of the time, though her fighting spirit is obvious when she focuses.

By tiny mannerisms, such as how she stands, the way she looks imperiously over others when observing, the way she holds herself, she is clearly a former samurai, though she has tried to disguise this by wearing only the most common of clothing. Attempts to appear as a born ronin are frequent, though not constant in execution. She can sometimes be observed to check herself and then slouch or otherwise attempt to appear less than she is.

Movement-wise, her long legs carry her quickly, and the strength and speed by which she moves belie augmentation even though none is visible. She also tends to, as most samurai, move as though nothing but her goal matters, cutting through crowds and obstacles with disdain. In combat, her augments become even more obvious, as she moves far faster than a natural human should, and can strike quicker than any but another trained samurai could react.

Armour-wise, without her exosuit, Haruka prefers classically designed raiment with modern material, in the hon kozane dou style. The scales are all made with lightweight alloyed metal, though she forgoes the sode in favour of manueverability, leaving her shoulders exposed but with a much greater range of motion. She owns them, and will don them for ceremonial purposes.

Despite her dour exterior, Haruka is quite warm in personality, and this shows sometimes when she is relaxing. A small smile or a lifting of the brows at something a child shows her, or a hearty laugh at a joke. And when drunk, something she has fallen into the habit of doing recently, she can in fact be boisterous and rather ignorant of personal space, tending to hang off of others with abandon to keep herself either standing or in the conversation. Her favourite topics include poetry, music, and small, furry animals, no matter the species or world of origin.

Origin: Samurai

Former Faction: Takeda

Skills:
Primary: Swordsmanship
Secondary: Piloting, Survival

Fighting Style: Ten Kara no Kaminari (天からの雷, Thunder from Heaven) is a fast and brutal combat style, perfected by Morishige Kaito, as befitting his unit's role as a shock force. There is no pause for reading your opponent as in most styles, no standing back and waiting. The fighter is trained through a harsh regimen to read their opponent as they react to the charge, and fight appropriately. Strikes are aimed to maim, disable, or kill outright as quickly as possible, with little artistry if it gets in the way of efficiency. Major joints and the neck are typical targets. Training happens with katana, naginata, masakari, wakazashi, and even tanto. When unarmed, the style relies on closing fast, inside the opponents range, and striking with forehead, elbow, and knee, savaging the opponent too quickly for him to react well. Throws are rare, as it defeats the purpose, though joint locks with the aim of breaking bones are common. Inside an exosuit, the style remains mostly unchanged, though the use of booster jets and utilising the RAI as an offensive tool against unarmoured opponents come into play. The style demands a very small exosuit, compared to others, barely more than an armoured flightsuit, allowing the Iron Samurai to move lightning fast compared to larger, bulkier opponents.

Weapons: Yume no Hana o Karu(夢の花を刈る, Dream-cutting Blossom), when expanded to it's full length, is a five and a half foot naginata with a monoedged blade that glitters blue when struck by the right light, but otherwise looks mostly just like a normal blade. The pole features cleverly disguised ridges inside a sakura blossom motif, pink and black on a white background. The ridges themselves are the result of the weapons functionality, designed to fit inside a fighter crafts cockpit without getting in the way. It telescopes down to merely a foot and a half, with the blade sliding down into the haft. It can be flicked open remarkably fast, though a safety catch near the base is what releases the blade itself, allowing the super-strong alloyed pole to be used as a staff if desired.

Standard daisho set: Though monoedged, the katana is a simple affair, bearing a simple black scabbard and hilt with silver highlights. The wakizashi, however, bears the same motif as the naginata.

Kurēnburēdo class fighter craft: This specialty of the Takeda's is a long, narrow, blade-like ship, cockpit near the rear, with a twin mounted rear impulse engine and extremely powerful manuevering jets. Several heavy rapid-fire auto-cannons, not as powerful as railguns but in the same neighbourhood, spread along the “crosstree” of the craft, pointing forwards. The crowning point of the thing, however, is the finely tuned balance. It turns on a dime and moves extremely fast. In formation they can tear apart most other fighter craft, when well piloted, and does very well even in dogfights.

Measuring twelve metres from nosecone to exhaust, when fully loaded it carries enough fuel for three days of low-grade impulse travel, or around twelve hours of combat. The ammunition bay holds thirty-six thousand rounds of caseless 30mm slugs, in batches of six-thousand for each of the six cannons, mounted hexagonally around the midline "crosstree". The whole of the ship weighs in at around fifteen tonnes, and can easily hide in the silhouette of most other ships when needed, which is how she got it on board the station to begin with.

Motivation: With her expulsion from the ranks of the Takeda samurai, Haruka has lost direction. No stranger to being by herself for periods of time, she has kept herself in shape, and currently does odd-jobs to earn money or food. However, her honour pulls her two ways. First, with the dishonour and execution of her lord, society demands that she commit seppuku, but as the last of her fighting style, she cannot let it die with her. To that end, she is painstakingly saving up to start a dojo, teach one student, and then she can decide whether she should live or not.

Backstory: Born to a minor family inside a subsidiary company of a subsidiary company of the Takeda Corporation, Haruka was the only child of the Kitamura primary line. Without a son, her father decided that she must be better than anyone else, to bring glory to their name, and thus she was trained as soon as she could walk in all that bushido aimed to be. Her father, an idealist and of a low enough rank to not be dangerous to his superiours, used much of his money getting her trained with the main Takeda samurai, purchasing favours where he could to earn her place. She did him very proudly, taking to both combat and courtly behaviour quite easily, and was selected for her lord's main body, assigned to the illustrious Morishige Thunders. Here, under Morishige's watchful eye, she became the top student of Ten Kara no Kaminari.

Serving from fifteen years old, Haruka distinguished herself in combat multiple times over, survivng being stranded in enemy territory on several occasions, once even successfully taking control of a small military vessel after being taken prisoner. Several times, she earned direct praise from her Lord Sawada, who gifted her the naginata she now carries.

However, just one year ago, in an unprecedented assault on the Takeda holdings by Nobunaga-Zaibatsu, Morishige's unit was called in, but failed to arrive in time, resulting in a minor lord's death. Morishige himself was found dead drunk the next day, and the whole unit was arrested, saving that Haruka was sent away just before the arrest, and while technically is wanted by Lord Sawada for arrest and judgement, she refuses to come in and has fled to the planet Aishidu, in Date territory. In the past year, she has poorly attempted to disguise her true nature, removed all identifying labels of her former corporate overlords, and now works to survive on the planet, taking jobs she inwardly seethes at having to do. Morishige's final words to her were to not let the Ten Kara no Kaminari die with him, so she is honour bound now to find a way to further the school.

Her fighter craft is now stashed in an abandoned docking bay in the city of Hakuto, where it sits idle until she can one day regain enough of her sense of honour to allow herself to fly it again. The outer insignia have all been masked, and much useless junk added to disguise its sleek lines. She actually lives in the docking bay as well, keeping to herself when not working or drinking at a local sake house.

Sengoku Space Opera

Kitamura Haruka

Name: Kitamura Haruka (北村 遥花)

Age: 24

Appearance: Haruka stands at 180 cm(just shy of six foot) and weighs in at a willowy 63.5 kg(140 lbs), and yet does not look gaunt, only graceful. Her hair shows evidence of being cared for in the past, and is kept in a long ponytail or a large bun most of the time. Pale of skin, she appears to fairly exude nobility, something she has tried to hide unsuccessfully. Dark eyes, shadowed by weariness and stress, stare into the middle distance most of the time, though her fighting spirit is obvious when she focuses.

By tiny mannerisms, such as how she stands, the way she looks imperiously over others when observing, the way she holds herself, she is clearly a former samurai, though she has tried to disguise this by wearing only the most common of clothing. Attempts to appear as a born ronin are frequent, though not constant in execution. She can sometimes be observed to check herself and then slouch or otherwise attempt to appear less than she is.

Movement-wise, her long legs carry her quickly, and the strength and speed by which she moves belie augmentation even though none is visible. She also tends to, as most samurai, move as though nothing but her goal matters, cutting through crowds and obstacles with disdain. In combat, her augments become even more obvious, as she moves far faster than a natural human should, and can strike quicker than any but another trained samurai could react.

Armour-wise, without her exosuit, Haruka prefers classically designed raiment with modern material, in the hon kozane dou style. The scales are all made with lightweight alloyed metal, though she forgoes the sode in favour of manueverability, leaving her shoulders exposed but with a much greater range of motion. She owns them, and will don them for ceremonial purposes.

Despite her dour exterior, Haruka is quite warm in personality, and this shows sometimes when she is relaxing. A small smile or a lifting of the brows at something a child shows her, or a hearty laugh at a joke. And when drunk, something she has fallen into the habit of doing recently, she can in fact be boisterous and rather ignorant of personal space, tending to hang off of others with abandon to keep herself either standing or in the conversation. Her favourite topics include poetry, music, and small, furry animals, no matter the species or world of origin.

Origin: Samurai

Former Faction: Takeda

Skills:
Primary: Swordsmanship
Secondary: Piloting, Survival

Fighting Style: Ten Kara no Kaminari (天からの雷, Thunder from Heaven) is a fast and brutal combat style, perfected by Morishige Kaito, as befitting his unit's role as a shock force. There is no pause for reading your opponent as in most styles, no standing back and waiting. The fighter is trained through a harsh regimen to read their opponent as they react to the charge, and fight appropriately. Strikes are aimed to maim, disable, or kill outright as quickly as possible, with little artistry if it gets in the way of efficiency. Major joints and the neck are typical targets. Training happens with katana, naginata, masakari, wakazashi, and even tanto. When unarmed, the style relies on closing fast, inside the opponents range, and striking with forehead, elbow, and knee, savaging the opponent too quickly for him to react well. Throws are rare, as it defeats the purpose, though joint locks with the aim of breaking bones are common. Inside an exosuit, the style remains mostly unchanged, though the use of booster jets and utilising the RAI as an offensive tool against unarmoured opponents come into play. The style demands a very small exosuit, compared to others, barely more than an armoured flightsuit, allowing the Iron Samurai to move lightning fast compared to larger, bulkier opponents.

Weapons: Yume no Hana o Karu(夢の花を刈る, Dream-cutting Blossom), when expanded to it's full length, is a five and a half foot naginata with a monoedged blade that glitters blue when struck by the right light, but otherwise looks mostly just like a normal blade. The pole features cleverly disguised ridges inside a sakura blossom motif, pink and black on a white background. The ridges themselves are the result of the weapons functionality, designed to fit inside a fighter crafts cockpit without getting in the way. It telescopes down to merely a foot and a half, with the blade sliding down into the haft. It can be flicked open remarkably fast, though a safety catch near the base is what releases the blade itself, allowing the super-strong alloyed pole to be used as a staff if desired.

Standard daisho set: Though monoedged, the katana is a simple affair, bearing a simple black scabbard and hilt with silver highlights. The wakizashi, however, bears the same motif as the naginata.

Kurēnburēdo class fighter craft: This specialty of the Takeda's is a long, narrow, blade-like ship, cockpit near the rear, with a twin mounted rear impulse engine and extremely powerful manuevering jets. Several heavy rapid-fire auto-cannons, not as powerful as railguns but in the same neighbourhood, spread along the “crosstree” of the craft, pointing forwards. The crowning point of the thing, however, is the finely tuned balance. It turns on a dime and moves extremely fast. In formation they can tear apart most other fighter craft, when well piloted, and does very well even in dogfights.

Measuring twelve metres from nosecone to exhaust, when fully loaded it carries enough fuel for three days of low-grade impulse travel, or around twelve hours of combat. The ammunition bay holds thirty-six thousand rounds of caseless 30mm slugs, in batches of six-thousand for each of the six cannons, mounted hexagonally around the midline "crosstree". The whole of the ship weighs in at around fifteen tonnes, and can easily hide in the silhouette of most other ships when needed, which is how she got it on board the station to begin with.

Motivation: With her expulsion from the ranks of the Takeda samurai, Haruka has lost direction. No stranger to being by herself for periods of time, she has kept herself in shape, and currently does odd-jobs to earn money or food. However, her honour pulls her two ways. First, with the dishonour and execution of her lord, society demands that she commit seppuku, but as the last of her fighting style, she cannot let it die with her. To that end, she is painstakingly saving up to start a dojo, teach one student, and then she can decide whether she should live or not.

Backstory: Born to a minor family inside a subsidiary company of a subsidiary company of the Takeda Corporation, Haruka was the only child of the Kitamura primary line. Without a son, her father decided that she must be better than anyone else, to bring glory to their name, and thus she was trained as soon as she could walk in all that bushido aimed to be. Her father, an idealist and of a low enough rank to not be dangerous to his superiours, used much of his money getting her trained with the main Takeda samurai, purchasing favours where he could to earn her place. She did him very proudly, taking to both combat and courtly behaviour quite easily, and was selected for her lord's main body, assigned to the illustrious Morishige Thunders. Here, under Morishige's watchful eye, she became the top student of Ten Kara no Kaminari.

Serving from fifteen years old, Haruka distinguished herself in combat multiple times over, survivng being stranded in enemy territory on several occasions, once even successfully taking control of a small military vessel after being taken prisoner. Several times, she earned direct praise from her Lord Sawada, who gifted her the naginata she now carries.

However, just one year ago, in an unprecedented assault on the Takeda holdings by Nobunaga-Zaibatsu, Morishige's unit was called in, but failed to arrive in time, resulting in a minor lord's death. Morishige himself was found dead drunk the next day, and the whole unit was arrested, saving that Haruka was sent away just before the arrest, and while technically is wanted by Lord Sawada for arrest and judgement, she refuses to come in and has fled to Kaisen Station. In the past year, she has poorly attempted to disguise her true nature, removed all identifying labels of her former corporate overlords, and now works to survive on the station, taking jobs she inwardly seethes at having to do. Morishige's final words to her were to not let the Ten Kara no Kaminari die with him, so she is honour bound now to find a way to further the school.

Her fighter craft is now stashed in an abandoned docking bay, where it sits idle until she can one day regain enough of her sense of honour to allow herself to fly it again. The outer insignia have all been masked, and much useless junk added to disguise its sleek lines. She actually lives in the docking bay as well, keeping to herself when not working or drinking at a local sake house.

Sengoku Space Opera

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Sengoku Space Opera

Colour me interested, but you already knew that.

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

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