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Nemesis 13- Original Universe Supervillains

Or she could be like Amon and comment externally.

Nemesis 13- Original Universe Supervillains

I feel a little bad about my timing. I don't often post snipe people.

Nemesis 13- Original Universe Supervillains

Enter: Amon

Nemesis 13- Original Universe Supervillains

Joseph Tobias

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What is this? As the young man peered into the top drawer of his work desk, a strange sense of dread washed over him. A sealed envelope scented with something he couldn't quite put his finger on. Joseph glanced around outside his cubicle, but none of the coworkers on his floor seemed to be paying any attention to him. Surely this wasn't from anyone here, was it? His left hand moved from the keyboard and assisted his right in grabbing the letter and opening it. He was now ignoring the spreadsheet on the computer screen before him in order to figure out what was going on.

CESARE AND HIS ASSOCIATES REQUEST THE HONOR OF YOUR PRESENCE
FOR A LUNCHEON AND CONFERENCE
MONDAY, THE ELEVENTH OF JANUARY AT ONE O'CLOCK IN THE AFTERNOON
VIVIANO AND SONS FUNERAL HOME, THE HILL, SAINT LOUIS, MISSOURI

Enclosed please find one first-class air ticket to Lambert International Airport and $1000 cash for incidental or alternative travel expenses.

Accommodations will be provided.

He calmly set the letter down on the desk in front of him, next to his keyboard. Somebody has found us out, another, deeper voice rang out in Joseph's thoughts. You don't know that, though it wouldn't be surprising. Surely somebody has gotten footage of you and managed to track me because of it. That's your fault. I wasn't complaining. This could very well be a trap, but our best course of action is to follow through with it. I will attend that conference personally. After all, it's me they want to talk to. Joseph stared at the letter for a moment longer before folding it and stowing it in his coat pocket. I'll have to take time off work... Damn your job! You call this work!? Your job is to get my armor back! Petty work indoors isn't nearly enough to be considered important! We will leave for this city tomorrow. Yes sir...

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The rental car was nice, at least Joseph was comfortable with that. The spare money in the envelope allowed the rental of a hotel room and a 2010 BMW. His nervousness of the whole ordeal, a mystery conference pertaining to the angry spirit that has possessed him in a city he was unfamiliar with across the country, was slightly mitigated by the heated seats. But as he pulled up to the parking lot any and all comfort he had was lost. There were already several vehicles outside in the snow, as well as probably armed guards at the door. Whatever was going on in there, they definitely had business with Amon and not Joseph. Alright, now you stay quiet while I handle this.

Joseph briefly seized up at the wheel, almost as if he was having some kind of attack, but his muscles quickly relaxed and a confident grin replaced his concerned expression. His brown eyes now seemed golden as he stepped out of the car, even slamming the door shut behind him. This was no longer Joseph. Joseph was trapped, locked away temporarily in the back of his own mind. This was now Amon Ru-Amen. Despite looking like an unimpressive young Arab American, he seemed to ooze confidence and power. After adjusting his brown coat he walked across the parking lot, eyes locked on the front entrance. The two guards faced Amon, though they didn't draw their weapons. Perhaps they recognized him, perhaps they could feel his presence and assumed he was invited. They may have even been afraid. With a complete lack of subtlety or courtesy, Amon thrust open the front doors with a loud 'bang!'

He stood alone in the doorway as they slowly closed shut behind him. The scene before him was certainly an odd one. It seemed that he had arrived late, though Joseph swore up and down that they would make it on time. A makeshift buffet was in place with several tables and chairs to accommodate those present. There were even a respectable number of armed guards lined around the room. But Amon seemed completely uninterested in the henchmen and paid more attention to the outstanding members. A large, draconian being was the first one he saw. There were a couple women and a couple older-looking men. One of them was bald and noticeably had two lackeys hanging near him. Amon could see power in some of them, but not all. "Ha," he scoffed, crossing his arms over his chest and closing his eyes. "And here I was expecting to see something impressive but instead I have found a band of misfits instead." When he opened his eyes they were immediately locked onto Cesare, naturally identifying him as the host by his position, wardrobe, and presence.

"You have called me, Amon Ru-Amen, and here I stand. I do not grace just anyone with my attendance, however tardy it may be..." His eyes drifted to the food table now. Keeping his arms crossed he approached the cooked chicken, giving it a confused look. After sniffing the air once he returned his gaze to Cesare. "The food you provide is merely chicken soaked in alcohol. Do you expect a god to eat this?" Actually it's a very good dish. I didn't eat anything on the way here so- Silence! A scowl formed on Amon's face briefly, though it appeared to not be directed towards the host. He took a quick glance over the others in attendance before looking back at the dish. "Very well. I will respect the host's decision."

Amon silently served himself a plate of the Coq au vin, taking it with him over to the tables where the others were seated. However, once he arrived there, he gave everyone a distrustful look. I refuse to dine with mortals as if they were my equals. Rather than taking a seat at the table the man, whom everyone likely thought was strange and full of himself by now, began to levitate as he crossed his legs and set the plate on his lap. Amon floated above the ground at the head height of those who were seated, floating at the end of the table so that he could have a view of everyone present without having to turn his head. This was not only a display of power but also a display of arrogance. After carefully cutting a bite-sized piece of the chicken, Amon closed his eyes and ate it. After a moment of chewing he swallowed the food and opened his eyes to look at Cesare. "I am surprised. You have served me poultry yet its taste does not displease me. You have earned my audience." I told you it was good. The god-king silenced himself now, so as to maintain his manners as he dined and to be able to listen to whatever was going to be discussed during the conference.

Nemesis 13- Original Universe Supervillains

Alright, fine-tuning will be up in a few minutes.

Nemesis 13- Original Universe Supervillains

Hope y'all don't mind me putting in an application.

Nemesis 13- Original Universe Supervillains

Amon

Name: Amon Ru-Amen

Identity: Joseph Tobias

City of Operation: Seattle, Washington

Age: 25 (Unknown)

Gender: Male

Superpowers: Joseph himself has no superhuman abilities, but he is host to the spirit of an ancient god-king: Amon Ru-Amen. When Amon takes control of Joseph's body is when he is granted superpowers. Speed, strength, dexterity, and endurance reach superhuman proportions (able to lift over five tons, run up to 100 mph, heal minor wounds within minutes with reduced pain), as well Amon is notably more intelligent, clever, and devious than Joseph. Most importantly, however, he gains the ability to summon his sword (see equipment), create and manipulate copious amounts of intense flames at will, and even levitate/fly at the same speed he can run. Amon can only control Joseph's body for up to an hour before being required to regain his energy by letting Joseph resume control for another three hours, but he is capable of communicating with Joseph at all times through his subconscious even during his resting period. This allows Amon to sway Joseph's actions and even manipulate him to a degree without taking over his body. One can tell if Amon is in control as Joseph's irises turn a bright yellow and have a faint glow.

Skills/ Talents: Joseph himself is a lowly accountant, relatively fresh out of college. He is good with math and economics and is in a healthy shape. Amon, however, has more skills to bring to the table when he takes control. A master swordsman and tactician, as well as being able to speak most any language on Earth including extinct ones such as his native tongue. Even without a weapon he knows how to fight, being trained in an ancient martial art from many thousands of years ago that revolves around disarming enemies and working around armor to hit weak points (not necessarily vital organs).

Equipment: Joseph keeps on him little more than his wallet, keys, and phone. When Amon takes control he is capable of summoning his personal sword at will, Shamshir. A large and heavy weapon that is ill-suited to be carried around at all times, thus Amon keeps it stored in his tomb and summons it when necessary. He can also send it back at will, to keep it out of the hands of his enemies should they get a hold of it.

Weaknesses: As an unimpressive host body, Joseph himself has many weaknesses. He has no combat training, is only average in terms of physical fitness, and he is as emotionally unstable as most "mere mortals" in this day and age. Amon does not share those weaknesses in the least, though he is not devoid of his own. He has a time limit whenever he takes over Joseph's body, and the resting period afterwards leaves them both very vulnerable as he will be unable to take over in an emergency. While Amon's spirit is immortal the physical body is not, so even if he is capable of withstanding pain and damage he can still succumb to injury. Even worse: damage sustained by Amon will be amplified for Joseph when he regains control. Perhaps the biggest weakness of all: Joseph and Amon do not see eye-to-eye and are at odds with each other.

Psyche: One can consider Joseph to be like a self-aware schizophrenic. While he himself is humble, forgiving, and overall fairly kind, he is fully aware that there is a part of him that he can't control that is nothing like he is. Joseph only ever wanted to live a normal life; he wanted a decent job, a good wife, and a loving family in his future. But now he wants nothing more than to be rid of the voice in his head, the spirit that takes over his body and has been ruining his life. Amon is very proud, arrogant, and demeaning. He sees himself as superior to not only Joseph but all human beings. He refers to them as "mortals" and only considers them useful as a means to an end, no compassion involved. To him, humans are foolish and destructive beasts that can only be controlled through fear and pain. Amon had lingered in the spirit world for a long, long time and was ignorant to the changing world and as such is unfamiliar with many modern practices and technology, which he considers damned. He only came back to the world of the living for one reason and one reason only: to retrieve what is rightfully his.

History: Joseph Tobias was born and raised as the only son to a divorced couple. He lived with his mother and got to see his father every other weekend. He had little to complain about, being his mother was a lawyer and his father was a police officer. He lived a middle-class life for as long as he could remember. He kept a small, handful of good friends throughout high school and college and stayed away from unhealthy vices during his education. It took less than a year for him to get a job working as an accountant at a pharmaceutical company based in Seattle. He had a job, a house, and even had a girlfriend. Life was looking good. Then one night he had a weird dream.

Amon Ru-Amen, a god-king from pre-Mesopotamian times, came to him in his sleep. He told Joseph that he was Amon's last descendent and thus the only human he could interact with. He did not explain what happened to the others, but he told Joseph that it was his time to be called upon as a living vessel to allow Amon back into the world of the living. In his era he had collected a wealth of legendary artifacts, personal items of magic and power. And one of his artifacts was stolen. Amon did not give the identity of who had taken his artifact, nor what it was, but he told Joseph that his spirit was disturbed and could not rest while his property was in the hands of "heathens".

When Joseph awoke he found that nothing seemed to have changed. He dismissed the dream as something strange and soon forgot about it. He did not hear Amon's voice until he was already at his cubicle in the office. Joseph was frightened and confused, and Amon explained the situation again, only this time with more force and aggression. There was no choice in the matter: Joseph was going to help him retrieve his missing artifact at all costs. This was less than a year ago and since then Amon has explained his general plan as well as who the culprit is. Simply stealing back the magical artifact will be difficult, as the man who is in possession is none other than Max Cotto, the Golden One. Using Joseph's status as an unknown and unimportant man, Amon has periodically made attempts on the Golden One's life even in broad daylight. Due to the fact he isn't a public figure or anyone well-known, Joseph has managed to not be caught or even associated with the actions of Amon. Recently Amon has become quiet, redirecting his efforts from taking his armor back from Max by force and focusing on establishing a grand plan to break Max's spirit and put a cease to his heroics as a means to make him give up the armor _willingly_.

Synchronization Overdrive: A school-based supernatural RP with a twist

Hamasaki, Shun

The blue-haired teen was hardly paying attention when he felt an impact on his shoulder. His attention snapped to his side, a brief anger flaring up in his eyes before he realized it was only Adrian. Shun let out a sigh, now visibly much calmer. "I was running a bit late," he explained himself, regarding his tardiness that Adrian brought up. "My father wanted to talk to me, so I left late." That was all the explanation that was needed. Adrian had been his Receiver for a while, definitely the longest partnership that Shun has had so far. His fourth Receiver since he joined the Akiyama-Kruez Academy, and certainly his best one. All the others were annoying, stupid, clumsy, or any combination. While Adrian wasn't any of those he is still far from perfect. But perhaps he's the best the Academy has to offer, at least in Shun's eyes.

He turned away to look at the crowd of freshman before them. "None of them seem impressive. We will probably be the strongest pair this year," Shun spoke casually. Adrian would know by now that his partner looked at the academy through a lens of pride, strength was the most important characteristic to him. "As long as we don't slack off..." Now he returned his gaze to Adrian and finally moved from his position against the wall, standing upright and walking past his partner. "I might as well drop off my stuff at the dorm. Not like we'll see anything interesting around all the fresh blood."

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Alexis Thorburn

The freshman girl peered up at the holographic listings once they were projected. The lady in charge didn't have much presence, so Alexis didn't even notice her talking before the pairings were made visible, but she certainly paid attention to who she would be paired with. "Rozmonda isn't a Japanese name," she mused to herself, looking up at the picture of the older girl. "And she doesn't look Japanese. She also doesn't look like a freshman... Awesome." Alexis then began scouting the crowd around her, except there was a slight problem where she was just too short to see over everyone's heads even on the tips of her toes. Thankfully it didn't take too long to spot Rozmonda, considering she was definitely tall enough to be seen over most of the kids in the room.

It took a brief moment to navigate through the crowd without bumping into people, but once Alexis arrived in front of her partner she made a loud and overly dramatic sigh to announce her presence and to get the taller girl to look down and see her. "You're taller than you are in the picture," she noted, forcing herself to look up in order to look Rozmonda in the eye. "My name is Lexie. I just got here from America a few days ago. Oh, and I'm kinda new to the Aether thing, so you might have to be a bit patient with me. And... that's it, I think. Unless I'm forgetting something..." With a dismissive shrug she held out her left hand, letting her hand slide out from under the jacket sleeve, to shake hands with her Tuner, her first partner.

Synchronization Overdrive: A school-based supernatural RP with a twist

Eh, it was for my godmother. Was kinda expecting a stack of cash after busting my ass but whatever.

Working on a post right now.

Synchronization Overdrive: A school-based supernatural RP with a twist

Got home way later than I expected. 12 hours of work with no pay as a "favor" kinda took it out of me, so I'm gonna post in the morning after I'm done dying. My apologies.