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World Warriors: The Nomadic Fist (Quirky Fighting Game Influenced Roleplay)

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Klara Grimolfdottir

Klara Grimolfdottir

⦋ 26 || Scandanavian(?) || Female ⦌

APPEARANCE & PERSONALITY

APPEARANCE

Thanks to the magic of the ice giants she was raised by, the nearly seven-foot tall and 270-pound tower of muscle that is Klara would easily qualify as a giant herself. Her skin is a snowy white inked with blue tattoos, the same color as her eyes, with equally white long hair in a Nordic style. She tends to wear fur-lined leathers of her own handiwork (mostly because no one makes clothes in her size), mostly a fur-lined coat over a leather top and leggings complete with boots and fur gauntlets. She also carries a rucksack with her supplies on her back.

PERSONALITY TRAITS

■Bold

■Confident

■Eager to Fight

■Tenacious

■Stubborn

■Jovial

■Just

■Technologically Inept

■Best Drinking Buddy You Could Ask For

BACKSTORY & MOTIVATION

Many years ago, tragedy struck when an airliner lost power over Norway and crashed into the Scandanavian mountains. By the time the authorities gave up on the search, the only survivor of the accident was a little girl, barely a year old and miraculously shielded from the cold. Barely hanging onto life, she was discovered by a very tall man with pure white skin and cold blue eyes, who took her back to his village deep in the mountains and nursed her back to health. The man, Grimolf, and his people were the Jötunn, the mythical ice giants of Scandinavian legend, and the girl was later given the name of Klara.

Despite the misgivings of the others in his tribe, Grimolf took the girl into his house and raised him as his own, teaching her everything he knew about hunting, fighting, and the old Jötunn traditions. Klara took to the ways of the Jötunn with gusto, and as she grew up and her latent ki energy manifested, it began to produce a strange reaction with the Jötunn's inherent magic energies. As she proved herself every bit a Jötunn as her adopted brothers and sisters and began to win the admiration of her village, Klara began to grow much faster then usual as the color in her hair and face began to fade and her eyes changed from brown to blue. By the time she was a woman she was indistinguishable from her siblings, seeming to have been transformed by the Jötunn magic into an ice giant herself, or at least an incredibly accurate facsimile of one, a development that Klara wasn't too shaken up about, to say the least, since it brought her all the more closer to the race that adopted her.

Having become the pride and joy of not just her family but the entire Jötunn village, she was naturally the first one called upon when another strange outsider came to the outskirts of the village one day. Confronting him at the village gate, the pair of them got into a fight that lasted the whole day and ended with the pair of them laughing and toasting each other's combat skill over glasses of mead the same night. After their celebration, Klara asked who he was, and the man simply replied that he was a Nomad, going on to explain the nature of Ki to her and revealing that she had the capability to be a Nomad herself. Intrigued and excited at the possibility of such a profession, shortly after the man left the village she decided that she was going to be a Nomad too, eager for the chance to meet other warriors like herself, to best them in combat, and to celebrate a hard fought battle alongside them!

FIGHTING STYLE & ABILITIES

FIGHTING STYLE

Klara's base fighting style is based largely on Glima, the wrestling style used by the Vikings, augmented with moves from more modern techniques like SAMBO, Judo, and with a bit of a barroom brawl flair thrown in for good measure. The end result is a unique move set that capitalizes on her size and strength, using grapples, throws, and slow, strong hits to overwhelm the opposition with sheer power and knock them around like a rag doll. Her Ki abilities manifest in the form of ice-based abilities taught to her by the ice giants, which she uses to enforce her attacks and catch enemies in the open to shut them down.

SPECIAL MOVES & TECHNIQUES

■ Ice Totem

Klara stomps or punches the ground to summon a pillar of ice up from the earth. The pillar comes up with enough force to launch someone into the air, and Klara can push or pull at it with her powers once before it falls apart. She can also take the form of an active ice totem, shattering it and effectively teleporting to its location.

■ Cold Cleave

Klara summons a battleaxe made of ice and hurls it at her opponent, which shatters on impact if it hits someone.

■ Iceborne

Klara turns her own body into ice, greatly increasing her defense but rendering her immobile. She can use this on individual parts of her body for a less defensive but more mobile variant of this move, and if she has a totem active she can teleport to it while frozen.

■ Cold Shoulder

Klara slides forward with a shoulder bash, leaving a trail of ice behind her and either knocking her opponent away or hoisting them onto her shoulders to throw them behind her.

■ Frostbite

Klara channels her ki into an Ice Breath attack, slowing or even freezing her opponent and leaving them vulnerable.

■ Viking Salute

Klara pulls an opponent in and knocks them away with a powerful headbutt.

SUPER MOVES

■ Whiteout

Klara channels her ki into an intense ice storm, pelting her opponent with ice shards before finishing off with a two-handed ice battleaxe throw.

■ Flight of the Valkyrie

Klara opens by launching her opponent into the air with a two-handed uppercut, juggling the enemy by summoning an ice totem where they land, then grabbing them by the leg and slamming them onto the ground before throwing them into the Ice Totem (or someone else, if applicable).

WEAKNESSES & LIMITS
Acutely affected by the Jotunn magic, Klara shares their weakness to fire and heat based attacks. Her reliance on strength and power over speed and agility means that without her ki, a nimble opponent Klara can't get a grip on will dance circles around her. She also has a tendency to go easy on her enemies if she is particularly enjoying the fight just to draw it out.

OTHER

Klara's breath mists no matter how warm or cold it is outside, and the air around her tends to get a little colder if she's agitated.

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

"We interrupt our current story to bring you a special news bulletin. Chaos has erupted in the streets as the street gang known as the Neo-Ronin are in the process of a major crime spree. We turn to our anchor in the field for more on this story."

"Thanks Tony. We're here at the scene of the crime where criminals have held up the Fey National Bank here at Pearl Lane, escaping the scene with a stolen armored truck. The culprits are suspected to be the Neo-Ronin, a street gang which have risen to prominence following their theft of high tech weaponry during the recent Game Genie crisis. This is the latest in a string of theft these hoodlums have participated in, but this time the police have reason to suspect that these thieves are in league with a local metahuman criminal. No matter the case, while the police insist that the matter is being well handled, people are hoping that these thieves will draw out the latest hero to take up residence in Pacific Point, the alien heroine known as..."

Voyager

"Chikushō!" the masked Neo-Ronin swore as the armored car gave a sharp turn, nearly throwing him off the roof. "Hanzo, who taught you how to fucking drive!?!"

"You want me to show down and let them shoot you?" Hanzo screamed back, inadvertently making his point by ducking his head back inside the window to dodge a hail of gunfire from the pursuing police.

"I'd settle for trying not to throw us off the damned truck!" another masked thug riding the roof of the car retorted, raking the pursuers with gunfire. "Where's our support anyway, we called in riders fifteen minutes ago."

"Not like we really need 'em," came a female voice from the passenger's side, followed by a loud bang as something was launched from the same window with a soft 'foomp'. It struck the hood of a squad car with a static crackle and arced electricity across the body. The roof riders winced as a fireball erupted from the engine block of the pursuing car as it rapidly dropped out of the chase. "But a little backup would be nice if she shows up again," the woman continued, ducking into the truck to avoid a retaliatory volley.

Screeching tires nearly drowned out the sirens and the gunfire as the car made another sharp turn onto a residential street, only to be joined by the roar of motors as two motorcycles pulled in from the side streets, their riders wearing yellow riding jackets with kanji on the backs. Giving their friends in the truck a quick thumbs-up, the pair of them drew out machine pistols and backed up to engage the cop cars. The two masked Neo-Ronin shouted curses at the police in celebration before the first rider's bike exploded underneath him in a burst of color, flinging him away. The second rider swerved only to meet the same fate, tumbling head over heels before landing in a pile of garbage outside of an apartment complex. Both of the Neo-Ronin recognized the purple afterglow of those explosions.

"What the hell happened?" Hanzo the driver demanded.

"Shut up and drive! Before-"

"Domo arigato!"

The vehicle swerved dangerously as the purple and black-clad Voyager made her three-point landing on the roof of the speeding truck, the Psibarriers on her legs still crackling with energy as she stood up. Smiling confidently at the awestruck Neo-Ronin, she started to charge up her energy, the steady glow of her Psionics reflecting off her new purple-tinted goggles.

"I like the truck but I do not think you nice people are using it properly."

Swinging their guns around to attack, the Neo-Ronin were put on the defensive as the half-alien blasted the weapons out of their hands. Taking a moment to wag her finger at them like a scolding parent, she effortlessly dodged under a wild hay-maker from the first. Throwing up a Psibarrier to block a sword swipe from the second, she swept the legs of the first thug and aimed a double Psiblast at the sword wielder, blasting him off the roof and into a hedge surrounding a statue the chase took them by.Hearing an audible click behind her, she ducked in time as a spindly ball fired by the passenger sailed over her head and exploded into a net that wrapped around the statue, responding with a blind Psiblast at the fancy weapon the passenger held

"<Son of a bitch!>" the girl swore in Japanese as the weapon was nearly blasted out of her hand. "<You stupid alien bimbo, I'm going to rip off your tentacles and-!>"

"<That's not very polite!>" Voyager responded, flinging another Psiblast which only narrowly missed the rude gesture the passenger was making. "<If Fullbright hears you say that she is going to be upset, you know!>"

Almost on cue, the hatch on the roof swung open and someone started clambering out. Voyager waited for a pair of steel-clad hands to emerge and shielded her eyes in advance, but was surprised when four fuzzy arms gripped the sides of the hatch instead, followed by a muscular tarantula girl in a tank top.

"...Fangs?" the half-alien asked in disbelief. "But I thought Fullbright was..."

"Brighty has the flu!" Fangs gleefully reported, flexing her arms and stretching up to her full height, a whole head taller then Voyager. "She said if I took over I could have half of the haul!"

"That was nice of he-urrrk!" Voyager said, cut short as one of Fangs' extra arms landed in her stomach, winding her. "I thought she gave away everything she stole."

"Well she said a quarter, but hey I deserve half, I'm doing all the work!" Fangs admitted, hoisting Voyager overhead only for the half-alien to stagger her with a Psiblast and slip out of her grip.

"Well, I guess that's fair." Voyager scrambled to her feet and threw up her Psibarriers in time to see Fangs effortlessly rip the hatch off the top and throw it at her, barely missing and smashing into someone's expensive new car. Already off-balance from the dodge, the car swerved at high speed again as Voyager felt her legs give out as she nearly tumbled off the side, only for Fangs to bound over, grab her by the leg, and yank her back onto the roof with a violent thud.

"Whew, thanks," Voyager said breathlessly. "Quite noble of you!"

"Can't have you getting away before I pound you fair and square!" Fangs declared, her sharp teeth gleaming as she charged in again.

"Okay, slightly less noble, but I will take." Trading Psibarrier for blow in a flurry of movement, Voyager nearly got the upper hand before Fangs cracked her furry head into her, stunning her long enough to grapple her with all four arms, wrapping around the half-alien's arms and legs

"Better luck next time, Squids!" Fangs said smugly. Looking around, she noticed the truck coming up to a street alongside the pier, where the water was within throwing distance. "Hmm...how about a little dip in the ocean?"

"Maybe...ergh...later?" Voyager struggled to say.

"Nah, I could use a workout," the tarantula girl said, winding up for the toss. "Have a nice swim!"

"Don't worry boss I got her!" The Neo-Ronin in the cab poked her head out with the launcher in hand, ready to fight. Seizing an opening, Voyager charged and fired her Psibeam at the weapon. With a shriek the Neo-Ronin discharged the launcher, which struck the much larger Fangs square in the chest. Realizing what had happened, Fangs had just enough time to give the Neo-Ronin a look of utter contempt before the bomb detonated, launching the cussing Tarantula girl into the ocean. At a lost for words, the Neo-Ronin girl did nothing but turn white as a sheet as Voyager got to her feet and made an acrobatic leap into the passenger side window, landing in the space between the getaway driver and the shell-shocked passenger.

"Well, Fangs is gonna be ticked once she gets back, will she not?" Voyager said to the driver, who was unsure how to react to the conversational tone. "Oh, and could you pull over?"

Glancing briefly between Voyager and his passenger, who was still pale as a sheet and staring forward blankly, he gave in with a tired sigh. "Okay, you win, I'll stop. I hate working with these guys anyway."

"Yeah, they do not seem reliable..."

"Tell me about it. Um, could you scooch over though? You're sitting in the way of the gear shift."

---

"...and if you cannot afford an attorney, one will be provided for you by the state," the officer finished reciting as he cuffed the last Neo-Ronin. "Do you understand the rights I have read you?"

"Yes!"

"...I'm talking to them, Voyager."

"Oh right, sorry," Voyager said with a slight blush.

"Right...well, did you?"

"Yes," the Neo-Ronin crowded into the back of the police van chorused as the getaway driver took his spot in between a slime-covered biker and the still shell-shocked passenger. The doors were slammed shut as the van started to pull away, heading back down the pier side road.

"Thanks again for your help, Voyager," one of the policemen stepped in. "Couldn't have gotten them without you."

"Aw, it was nothing," Voyager grinned, crossing her legs shyly.

"Shame we couldn't get Fangs into custody, though," the first officer grumbled. "We're searching the water, but I wouldn't be surprised if she was long gone by now."

"We will get her eventually, do not be discouraged!" Voyager said confidently before glancing at the setting sun. "Oh hu'tegh, it is getting late, I need to get going. See you guys later!" The policemen waved after her as she ran off before they began returning to their vehicles.

"...was she speaking Klingon?" one of the cops asked his partner as they piled into the cruiser.

"Trying too hard to keep up the alien gimmick," the partner concluded. "Well, at least she's on our side."

"Damn right. Donut?"

World Warriors: The Nomadic Fist (Quirky Fighting Game Influenced Roleplay)

Sorry for delays, midterms snuck up on me. I'll try to post tomorrow, should be the biggest character we have thus far. ;)

World Warriors: The Nomadic Fist (Quirky Fighting Game Influenced Roleplay)

I'll get my character up ASAP then ^_^

World Warriors: The Nomadic Fist (Quirky Fighting Game Influenced Roleplay)

I barely use Skype, sorry >.<

But yeah I can come up with something this week, will be fun c:

World Warriors: The Nomadic Fist (Quirky Fighting Game Influenced Roleplay)

Oh wow I didn't know this was back, hopefully I can sign up still. ^^

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

Voyager

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These Are the Voyages...

Voyager was beat. Still aching from the brutal beat-down she had with the metal monster and emotionally drained from the whole experience, heading home to rest and spending the remainder of the night watching her favorite TV show sounded pretty good to her right now. Yet at the same time, she was more excited then she'd ever been in her life. Granted she hadn't been around for a long time to begin with, at least as far as she could remember, but just thinking about all the friends she made and the villains she fought...it just felt wonderful knowing she had been a part of that. That she had been a hero.

Slowing down slightly, Voyager took a look around the street for the first time since she was dragged into it by that giant anchor. Things were in pretty bad shape; great chunks of the street and nearby buildings were battered and broken by the day's events, cars were smashed along the side of the road, and grime and rubble seemed to litter the ground everywhere. Voyager flinched as something splashed on her, reminding her of that great metal monster again, only to realize it was just a spurt of water spraying from under a crack in the road, probably from a broken pipe. The only cars on the road had flashing lights and sirens now, as people in different colored uniforms ran back and forth trying to control the damage that the Game Genie had inflicted on the city. Voyager had already done a lot to save the city from the strange pixelated attack, but if she was going to be a hero, Voyager figured she had to do more then just punch out a bad guy and go home. It didn't feel right leaving everyone else to pick up the pieces.

Ignoring her weariness, Voyager did just that, wandering around and helping wherever she could. Most people seemed surprised to see her helping, but were nonetheless pleased when she started helping them to heave debris into large trucks, using a little bit of Psiforce to push around the heavier objects. When she couldn't find rubble to clean up she gravitated towards the men and women in blue who were tending to the wounded, mostly moving them around and assisting with some first aid.

"Is she going to be okay?" Voyager asked one of the older uniformed men, concerned over the amount of blood on the shirt of the woman she was helping into a vehicle.

"She'll be fine, it looks worse than it is," he responded, having gotten use to the absurdity of an alien for a good Samaritan. "Just glad you and the other heroes got here in time to stop this whole mess, Miss...?"

"Voyager," the half-alien recited again, nowhere near tired of reminding people.

"Well Voyager, I think with kids like you around Pacific Point's gonna be in good shape," the man said with a smile, tipping his hat as he climbed into the back of the vehicle as it sped off. Feeling herself glowing again, she turned around to try and find something else to do when something flew up and slammed into her legs, followed by a flash of light from a nearby camera.

"Wh-wha?" Voyager said stupidly as she tried to reorient herself.

"Sweety, ask before you do that," a woman's voice doted as she stepped forward to pry what Voyager realized was a small child off of her legs. "Sorry, she can be a little excitable."

"That's okay, she wasn't hurting anything. Just glad to help!" Voyager said a little sheepishly, waving at the small child who waved back with a big smile on her face. Finding her way over to some more rubble to pick up, she couldn't help but grin a little when she heard a young voice yell out how she wanted to be like her when she grew up.

"Funny, I'm pretty sure she's older then you," came a familiar voice opposite her.

"Mister Martel!" Voyager said in surprise. In his bomber jacket and missing his glasses, she almost didn't recognize Dr. Alexander Martel standing across from her, already helping to move some rubble from a particularly nasty street brawl.

"No need to let the world know," he remarked sharply, leading her to a large and heavy bit of concrete that would take them off to the side for a while. "You have an interesting idea of what it means to stay in the lab. Can I see those inhibitors?"

"It was not my fault!" she said indignantly, holding out her arms to give the doctor a cursory glance at the devices. "Those strange robot men broke into the room and-"

"Don't worry Riley, I'm just glad you're okay, as I'm sure Fletcher would be too," he said with a light chuckle, turning over her hands to get a better look at the cracks in the glass devices. "I see you've been quite active today, 'Voyager'..."

"Do you think Miss Jordan will be upset?" Riley asked innocently.

"About you getting loose or the fact that you've named yourself after a television program?" Martel remarked with a wry smile. "Let's finish up here and meet back at the Poseidon building. Should be a spare lab room that hasn't been ransacked at this point."

----------

Sometime Around Midnight

With the help of a discarded hooded jacket, Riley managed to sneak back inside the Poseidon complex at the point she left, where Dr. Martel quickly ferried her into another door down the hallway where he had already moved some of the furniture and devices from the old room, whereupon Riley quickly ferried herself to the old sofa and collapsed onto it, breathing a content sigh of relief.

"I am surprised no one was around the giant hole in the wall," she commented tiredly.

"There were other rooms broken into that demanded more attention then an 'unused' lab. Inhibitors?" Martel peered curiously at the damage as she detached and handed them over to him. "Just had to volunteer to watch this area and it was a safe spot to get in."

"Is that where Jordan is, watching the other labs?" Riley asked tentatively.

"No, she got called down to the company warehouse, apparently some street gangs broke into Darrow's storage and the company wants some extra muscle just in case. She just called," Martel explained, moving the inhibitors to his workbench to start repairs. The conversation faltered, leaving only the buzzing of his tools to fill the silence. With the days excitement over and done with, the guilt over going off to cause trouble came crashing down on Riley like that anchor did. Jordan and Mr. Martel had done so much to help protect her, and she responded by wandering off and causing chaos in public, almost getting killed in the process. Was what she did wrong? Maybe...but a little part of her felt like if the day repeated itself, she still would have put on Voyager's helmet when the time came.

"She's not mad, you know," Martel said abruptly, setting aside his tools to admire his handiwork. "A little annoyed maybe, but not mad."

"How did you...?"

"You haven't been this quiet since she got upset over the DVD you accidentally scratched," Martel commented, walking back to her with the repaired devices. "I put two and two together."

"Two and two of what?"

"I...well, it's a saying, means I guessed what was going on," Martel said, faltering slightly as he set the inhibitors in front of her. "Point is, you seemed upset, just trying to help."

"I am okay, really," Riley said, slipping down the cushions to lie on her back. "Just...thinking about Voyager. Not the Trek show, the other one," she amended quickly.

"Ah," Martel said coolly, crossing his arms behind his back. "I was expecting this."

"You were?"

"Of course. Fletcher wanted to set this up for your protection of course, but even she knew you couldn't stay in a lab room forever," Martel explained, taking a seat on the end of the couch Riley wasn't occupying. "I certainly didn't plan for an Atari invasion to be your first big experience on the outside, but it served that purpose, it seems."

"A very strange purpose," Riley commented, thinking back to when she, Shovel Knight, and Penny teamed up to take down that big angry guy. "I even met another alien, a really big one! And a weird guy who threw axes and an even bigger guy who I shot with my eyes!"

"...shot with your eyes?"

"Yeah, it was like, bwooooom!" Riley said, accenting the sound effect by flailing her arms in a crude imitation of lasers coming from her eyes. "Then he fell down and I passed out or something, it was fun."

"Fascinating," Martel said, making a mental note of this new ability. "And you even stayed to help with the cleanup?"

"It felt like the right thing to do," Riley explained simply. "Do you think I should go back tomorrow and help more?"

"You might want to clean up first," Martel said, giving the grime-covered half-alien in the battered suit an uncomfortable look before checking his watch. "Damn it's late, better inform the night guard of where I am. Excuse me a moment..."

"Mister Martel," Voyager asked as the doctor got up to leave. "Do...do you think Voyager can come back tomorrow? To help out and stuff?" Martel paused at the door to mull over his words, thinking of the best thing to say.

"Do you want her to come back?" The answer came almost naturally to Riley.

"I...I want to help people."

Martel smiled slightly. "Then I think I should find a new uniform for you. Should be a couple spares in the back room."

"Ooh, can you make it purple?"

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

The deed is done!

Celeste Santos de Rosa

Character you have created: Celeste Santos de Rosa
Alias: Rosa dos Ventos (Cardinal Rose)
Speech Color (Actually say what you're using): 1a7b30
Character Alignment: Walking the Line
Identity: Known
Character Personality:

Adventure stops for no one, especially not this fiery mercenary. Daring, self-assured, and endlessly inventive, Celeste's endless fascination with the world and the secrets it holds has taken her on a globe trotting adventure to find the greatest treasures man has ever known. Seeking out hidden knowledge and powerful artifacts wherever she goes, Celeste is a one woman army, serving contracts and hunting down objects of great value for the highest bidder, and often times hoarding the most fascinating and valuable finds for her own personal collection. Her life is a solitary one with just a few acquaintances, though, an insecurity she tends to hide with a sense of humor and a fair amount of snark.

Uniform/costume:


Quite tall and athletic, Celeste has a distinctly reptilian appearance courtesy of Mesoamerican magic, with forest green scaled skin, blue-green markings and feathering on her head, and bright orange eyes. She also has claws on her hands and feet as well as a tail. She doesn't have a specific outfit when she's dressed casually, though when she's on missions she can be counted on wearing her distinctive dark-colored armor-plated field jacket with a compass rose embossed on the breast pocket. Celeste also carries an old compass belonging to her father on a chain around her neck.

Origin Info/Details: Despite her Portuguese name and accent, Celeste actually hails from Lukatmeystan, a political unstable nation in the Levant that was, at the time of Celeste's birth, embroiled in a bloody civil war. She was barely a year old when she was sent to a refugee camp after apparently losing both her family and her home in a rebel attack. It was at that camp that she was discovered by a man named Martin de Rosa, a Portuguese-born mercenary and adventurer who led a band of semi-heroic soldiers and explorers for hire called the Red Tercios. Having recently lost his son in a military action in the region, he grew attached to the little girl without a home in his short time there and eventually decided to adopt her, bringing her away from her war-torn homeland and into a life of globetrotting adventure.

Celeste, as she would later be named, took to the life of a mercenary adventurer like a fish to water. Learning all the tools of the trade from her adopted father and the rest of the Red Tercios, Celeste was no slouch in a fight, it was clear that she had a romantic fascination with archeology and ancient treasures, and was always eager to come along on missions where the Tercios hunted ancient ruins or retrieved valuable artifacts. Life was good for the young Celeste, and she was looking forward to the day when she could be a fully fledged adventurer like her companions in the Red Tercios.

She got her chance when she was seventeen years old, when an anonymous corporate donor hired the Red Tercios to hunt down and locate a treasure in an ancient Zapotec temple dedicated to Cocijo, the god of wind and thunder, thought to have been lost or destroyed centuries ago. It was tradition for anyone seeking to officially join their number to take charge of a mission to prove their worth, and nearly everyone agreed that this search for a long lost temple would be perfect for Celeste. Indeed, Celeste took command in a whirlwind of action and immediately set out with the Red Tercios to hunt down the temple. Braving inclement weather and unfriendly locals, Celeste managed to hunt down the temple, a task that a seasoned Tercio could have done in a week, within a fortnight. Martin de Rosa could not have been more proud.

Too eager to wait until the next day to explore, Celeste decided to sneak into the temple at midnight while the group was camped outside and see if she could find the treasure on her own. Being the natural archeologist that she was, Celeste easily discovered the valuable treasure, a feathered serpent carved from moonstone, and turned to leave, only to walk straight into a gun barrel. The gun belonged to one of the temporary hands that her father hired for the trip, a man she only knew as Uragiru, who demanded that she hand over the statue so he can claim the full reward for himself. At the same time, Martin de Rosa, who had secretly followed her inside as well, leaped out of the shadows and grabbed hold of Uragiru's arm.

Celeste up froze helplessly from shock as the two men struggled, and before she could even think of how to react, a shot rang out. Blood splattered over Celeste and the altar behind her as her adopted father slumped to the ground. Stepping backwards in shock and terror, she inadvertently place a hand on the raised stone platform the statue was resting on, not realizing that the stone platform was in fact an altar imbued with some of the ancient Cocijo's power, or that her father's blood had inadvertently activated it. Celeste screamed as the ancient magic shot through her body, her skin burning with white-hot intensity and her form contorting as the magic mutated her into a more reptillian form. Blinded by pain, she stumbled forward and slashed blindly at the stunned Uragiru's face with the claws growing on her hand, hearing him scream just before she passed out.

With the Red Tercios more or less disbanded by the sudden death of their leader, Celeste spent a year in seclusion with one of her father's old friends, recovering from the traumatic events of that night and trying to figure out what exactly had turned her into Godzilla's feisty little sister. While researching her connection to the Zapotec god, she discovered that her transformation was more then merely a physical one and that the ritual had granted her abilities that she could only describe as being 'magic'. Her old love of exploration and discovery reawakened by what she had learned, Celeste set off on her own to work as a mercenary again, combining her new supernatural abilities and form with some classic tools of the trade to quickly make a name for herself as an adventurer for hire, taking on her father's old nickname as her handle to carry on his legacy.

Hero Type (Select one): Magitech
Power Level (Select one below): Street/City Level
Powers (Be Specific):

Blood Mage: Celeste's magic is a unique brand once practiced by arcanists in the Mesoamerican civilizations of old, a technique which she has given the somewhat morbid name of Blood Magic. In the Blood Mage practice, magic is performed by invoking the powers of "Gods" (most likely beings of incredibly magical power mistaken as such) using verbal spells and glyphs. Celeste named it Blood Magic because the catalyst for such magic involved a blood sacrifice or, for extremely devoted followers, a ritual binding one's flesh to a particular 'deity'. Having been bound to Cocijo by an accidental ritual, Celeste doesn't need to bleed or use verbal commands in order to use her brand of magic, though she can elect to bleed herself or others to strengthen her magic attacks.

Storm Spells: Cocijo being a Zapotec god of wind and lightning, Celeste has a decent inventory of spells in that domain, with wind spells that can grant her superhuman speed and agility, muffle her movements, or trip up pursuers. She also has the ability to channel electricity through her body without harm and has spells that can fire lightning in various forms (such as arced or ball lightning), and with varying lethality. She also has a small amount of utility spells reserved for small tasks like surveillance and observation, such as night vision and tripwire alarms. She can also use spells not associated with her deity, such as fire based powers, but she would need to bleed herself or someone else in order to use it.

A Particular Set of Skills: Being a mercenary adventurer, Celeste arms herself with a barrage of conventional weapons and tools in addition to her magic. She's highly proficient in most firearms and has an impressive arsenal which she tailors to suit her mission, though she is never without her favorite dual HK45 semiautomatic pistols and a small stash of various grenade types. Celeste is also well versed in CQC and stealth techniques should the need arise.

Attributes:

Height: 6 ft. 11
Weight: Yeah, ask the gun toting lizard with blood magic how fat she is. Brilliant idea, Sherlock.
Strength Level: Peak Human
Speed/Reaction Timing Level: 30 MPH, higher with magic
Endurance at MAXIMUM Effort: Peak Human
Agility: 5X
Intelligence: Genius
Fighting Skill: Mastered

Resources: Large
Weaknesses: While she's a magical gun-loving reptile girl, most of what can hurt or kill a normal person will hurt and kill her too.
Supporting Characters:
Do you know how to post pictures on RPG boards?: I plead the fifth

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

Voyager

In

Beware the Depths: Part 2

"....DROWN...!" the colossal creature bellowed as the anchor was swung into the air. But this time, Voyager was ready, rolling to the side as the anchor swung down and sunk into the road, launching a flurry of psiblasts at its face. Shielding its eyes with its free hand, it wrenched the anchor upwards and swung it like an axe, narrowly missing Voyager again and cleaving into the building with the overswing.

"That's a perfectly good building you're trashing!" Voyager mockingly scolded, punctuating her taunt with a few choice energy blasts, causing the monster to stagger back. A splash of cheers and whoops rose from the crowd when the shots connected, reminding her that she wasn't exactly alone.

"Go Tentacle Head!" someone cheered enthusiastically.

"It's Voyager!" the tentacle-headed heroine retorted. "Though your support is greatly appre-EEE!" A low swing from the anchor caught the back of her ankle, sweeping her legs out from underneath her and landing Voyager squarely on her back. Blinking stars from her eyes, she managed to regain her senses long enough to commando roll out from underneath the anchor as the creature brought it down where her head once was.

"FEAR...THE OCEAN'S...WEIGHT...!"

"*pant* I-is everything this guy says so dramatic?" Voyager asked no one in particular, out of breath as she stumbled into a fighting position. "You need more lines!"

"You tell 'em Voyager!" someone shouted over the din of twisting metal and crumbling concrete. Dodging another ponderous swing of the anchor, she caught the side of the street for the first time. There seemed to be more people there than before, and they were all cheering her on. Emboldened by their presence, Voyager deftly leaped over the creature's sluggish back-swing and doubled up on her Psiblasts, causing it to roar in shock and pain as the energy blasts struck him in his massive chest. Drawing back the anchor, the creature lifted its foot up into the air and stamped on the ground. Voyager opened her mouth to mock it for being angry before she saw water erupting in bursts from the road starting from where its foot came down. Throwing up her Psiforce barrier, the ground burst below her feet and sent her tumbling backwards, where she slammed heavily into the bumper of an abandoned car.

"Oh that is deeply unfair," Voyager groaned, painfully getting to her feet by pushing herself up from the car. Her entire body ached from the effort of standing, pain shooting from her back as she prepared another set of Psiblasts. Something wet was collecting on the back of her uniform, and she couldn't tell if it was the water from that attack or...

"I am not finished yet, though," she announced shakily but still defiant. Her colossus of an opponent merely laughed, a cold, mirthless laugh that chilled her to the bone as it raised its anchor to its shoulder again and trudged forward, ready to slay his enemy once and for all.

"Oi, Tentacle Head, catch!" Voyager recognized that voice. She turned around excitedly, only to be struck between the eyes by something plastic and light before it tumbled into her hands.

"Ouch! Hey, what was that-" Voyager started before she gasped suddenly at the warm sensation that flowed suddenly through her body just as suddenly as the bursts of water, soothing the sharp pains and filling her with energy she never felt before.

"Just hold that and blast Nautilus with your powers!" Jordan Fletcher shouted, slightly muffled by the motorcycle helmet she was wearing as an impromptu disguise. "He's tough but stay on the offensive and you'll beat him!" Voyager looked between Jordan and the item she gave her, some sort of creepy white mask with a red teardrop painted on, before wrapping it around her arm with the strap to free her hands. The morbid little object had given her some strength back, but not as much as knowing Jordan was behind her, cheering her on. She couldn't stop now.

Drawing on her newfound energy, Voyager unleashed another psiblast as the monster raised the anchor. The giant roared in pain as the blast exploded on its chest, she watched in amazement as purple flames, the same color as her usual attacks, erupted from the point of impact and spread over her enemy's armor plating. Easily dodging the wild, blind swing of the anchor, she turned on her heel and shot another psiblast with the same effects, the ground shaking as the colossus stumbled backwards in pain. Voyager strode forward as the monster retreated, peppering him with shot after shot and easily jumping around to dodge his wild swings before countering every one of them. The cheering on either side intensified as the monster fell back, and the half-alien heroine couldn't help but smile when she heard them chanting her name.

"NOOOOO!" the monster thundered again, the fury in its voice compounded by its helplessness against the half-alien girl's attacks. "MY....VENGEANCE....WILL....NOT..."

"HAPPEN!" Voyager interrupted her enemy with a double-handed psiblast, punching through the monster's outstretched arm and going off with the force of a bomb, throwing dust into the twilight air. Relaxing slightly, she turned to look back towards the crowd, smiling tiredly.

"H-heh," she announced weakly, giving a lazy two-fingered salute that almost knocked her off balance. "Guess...I am...not getting...sunk today. Whew..." Basking in her moment of glory, she thought longingly of the sofa Jordan had managed to smuggle into her home at the labs and made to leave.

Then someone screamed, and Riley heard the hauntingly familiar sounds of groaning metal. Every good feeling in the world melted away as she turned her head to spot the surge of water punching through the concrete, heading straight for her. Voyager didn't move a muscle, partly out of shock but mostly because she thought trying to dodge it wouldn't have worked anyway. "T-today is a good day to die..." she said shakily, bringing up a flickering Psiforce barrier. Seconds later, the ground underneath her exploded in a geyser of water, more intense then the ones that approached her, launching the helpless alien girl into the air again. Flailing helplessly, she heard the hauntingly familiar sounds of the rattling chain as the anchor was swung through the air. She felt at least one of her ribs snap as the heavy iron slammed into her chest, sending her on a death spiral across the road and back to the ground again. A loud snap rent the air as Voyager landed in a bruised and bloodied heap on the ground, only to be flung another few feet from the heavy impact of the anchor in the ground.

Voyager coughed, tasting something salty in her mouth. She tried to get to her feet only to fail miserably and collapse with a whimper. It hurt to move. It even hurt to breath. And when did it get so cold? Pushing herself up slightly with one arm, she saw through blurred and unfocused eyes that her right leg stuck out at an odd angel. She wiped the sweat from her eyes and the back of her hand came back stained green. It felt darker then it had been a moment ago. It took Voyager's shell-shocked mind a few seconds to realize that was only because someone was standing over her. She gasped in shock as the monster towered overhead, the furious red eyes gleaming, its right arm ending in a stump with pixels flaking off of it. Her eyes trailed over to the good arm as it raised the anchor into the air overhead and brought it swinging down.

"No....NO!"

The anchor sparked and flashed as it impacted her Psibarriers, thrown up at the last second. In desperation Voyager held her shields against the weight of the great weapon. Tears came to her eyes as it forced her arms into her chest, pressing her against the ground.

"DO YOU HEAR THEM CALLING?" the monster taunted malevolently, shifting its weight on the anchor, crushing Voyager under the combined weight. The PsiBarriers shimmered and cracked from the combined effort of Voyager maintaining them and the great metal man attempting to shatter them.

"N-no...I'm not...going,"

"THE DEPTHS WILL ALWAYS RECLAIM...WHAT IS THEIRS."

"...not...reclaiming...me..." Voyager felt light-headed. She was suffocating.

"DARKNESS....AWAITS...."

"No..." Voyager gasped, baring her teeth as her eyes began to glow. "...not...today..."

The glass on her inhibitors began to crack.

"...DROWN...."

"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"

The darkened street was illuminated with a purple glow as energy erupted from Voyager's eyes at the sound of her last, defiant scream. The beam of Psienergy struck home, knocking the metal beast's great head back as the focused PsiEnergy cleanly pierced its body and vanished into the night sky. The eyes fading from the wicked red into black nothingness, with one final groan the great iron monster rolled backwards and fell on its back with a thunderous slam before fully dissolving into tiny pixels. Voyager, with the weight of the anchor removed, lifted her head tenderly, her eyes a pure shade of vibrant, glowing purple.

"Oh...didn't know I could do that..." she commented weakly as the energy slowly faded away, the old color returning to her eyes. "Neat..."

Voyager lowered her head again, looking up at the stars in the night sky, wondering if Jordan or Mr. Martel would find her here. Her eyes began to droop.

She was so tired...

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

I'm hoping to get my part 2 up before the weekend (ideally tonight) and wrap up my part in the Game Genie arc.