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Create-A-Hero: A Superhero RPG Season 3- Shattered Dimensions

@Perse
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Muerte pulled up to the wreck cautiously as he had seen movement in the area a few seconds before-hand. He parked his bike several feet away and approached the rest of the way on foot, raising the alien rifle as he got closer. It was then that he noticed the group of soldiers nearby. He fired on reflex, melting the target instantly, before realizing that they were not moving. He froze, as the reality of what he was staring at sunk in. He was staring at incredibly life-like statues of the invaders, immobilized mid-combat. Muerte stood there, dumbfounded for several seconds, as his brain tried to make sense of what had caused their making. It wasn't until he heard a noise behind him that he snapped out of his stupor. He wheeled around, rifle at the ready but this time he didn't fire immediately. He waited a few seconds before edging around the corner of the ship that had been sheared off in the crash landing. He was taken aback by the sight of a very human-looking woman laying in a heap inside. He hesitated, considering the possibilities before his curiosity got the better of him. He hid his Latino accent as he called out to her, rifle still raised. "I've got two questions for you: Are you human? And are you ok? And don't worry, I'm not going to shoot you if you say no to the first question."

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@Terminal

Jackie's hands shook slightly as she hung up the phone in her small Chinatown apartment. One of her girls had just called her to inform her that a man had stopped by The Parlor looking for her. They had tried to lead him off but he'd threatened to get rough. When they told him she wasn't there he'd simply nodded and left. He obviously wasn't selling girlscout cookies, but he hadn't asked where she was. Being so long in the biz, Jackie had some idea why: he already knew where to find her. Cussing under her breath she snapped into action; lighting a cigarette, sticking it between her lips, and then retrieving the gun from her purse and placing it in her pants instead. While she ran around puffing and swearing, her eyes kept glancing over the small metallic communicator Al had given her a few months back but refused to pick it up.

She knew that pressing the small red button on the side would have him running to her faster than flies to a cow pie on a hot desert day. Even after she broken up with him he was still at her beckon call and she f*cking hated it; however today she may not have a choice. If the guy was a sup it wasn't a guarantee that her gun would be enough. That and there were still these god damned aliens all over the place too. Getting to Jesus's would be tricky to say the least, and that was IF she was going to go there anyway. How DARE that motherf*cker tell her to get to safety while he gallivants around like Mexican Batman?! She finished and ashed her smoke in the tray on the table before scooping up her bag she'd just finished throwing together. She hesitated, then snatched up the communicator and went to the door. She peered through the peephole to check if the coast was clear and froze as she saw a man enter the hallway.

Good Ol' Boys

"Seems to be a lot of folks 'on business' as of late." said Maverick taking another pull from his beer.

"Especially Sen`ora Hawkins. She's popular as of late...but curiously absent." Alejandro sipped his beer casually before adding, "Would it have anything to do with a certain stranger's recent visit the area?"

"You wouldn't happen to know the nature of said stranger's visit would you? Or why its caused such a stir?"

Alejandro flashed a playful grin as he watched for Waylon's reaction while Maverick looked on more seriously. Apparently the two weren't here purely for pleasure either. Negan often sent his kids out to get updates on what was happening in town, though not everyone was aware of it. Alejandro was a mastermind when it came to getting information out of people even if it was by just reading how a person reacted to his words. Most folks weren't even aware he was doing it. Alejandro knew that Waylon was too sharp for such games, but it didn't stop him from playing them anyway. Maverick on the other hand was more level-headed and direct. His role was often to keep his siblings in check and make sure nothing got out of hand.

Before Waylon could answer however a sudden raised voice cut through the bar. "I said move it Kim-chi! We needs this table here!"

"It's Ja-Ki," came the icy reply, only audible because the entire bar had fallen silent, "and there are other tables."

"You really gonna sit there and take a whole table to yer lonesome and make us take sommit smaller? You ain't even drinking proper!"

"Alejandro, ve a ayudar a nuestra hermana," came Maverick's calm voice though he'd switched to Spanish.

"Ella puede cuidarse sola," whined Alejandro with an eye roll.

"Papá dijo que no hay problema." Maverick's voice had gained a bite to it, and by now Ja-Ki had removed her sunglasses to glare daggers at the man yelling at her. "Date prisa, antes de que mate a ese hijo de puta."

Alejandro clicked his tongue in disgust before standing up. "Perra se lo merecería," he muttered before striding over to the tense conversation. "Gentleman!" he said jovially, "What do you mean by causing such a scene in Sen`ora Hawkins' establishment? I know she is not here, but surely your respect for her extends even when you don't see her." "What do you-?" spluttered the man, taken aback by the suddenly appearance of a man a foot taller than him. "What would she say if she saw you talking such a way to a paying customer of hers? Tsk Tsk." "We didn't mean no disrespect to Hawkins," said one of the men hastily, "we were just-" "Buena! I would hate to have to tell her that there was a ruckus while she was gone. Here, let us show our respect with more beers eh? Vamanos! A round for our Lady of Liquor!"

He rapidly shuffled the men quickly to the bar. Ja-Ki wasted no time gathering her pen, book, and lemonade before stealthing her way out of the bar without even setting the bell off. As soon as regular chatter resumed Maverick resumed talking with Waylon. "So...is there something going on that Papa should be aware of?"

Create-A-Hero: A Superhero RPG Season 3- Shattered Dimensions

Muerte's attention was wrenched from the sky as a distant explosion broke through the chaos around him. It seemed to have come from somewhere on the edge of the city and he could now see the pillar of smoke rising into the sky. A building? No...the smoke wasn't the right color. He cursed to himself and started running back to his bike.

"Jesus? What the hell was that?" he panted out as he ran.

"The Sicily Bridge just...exploded!" came the shaky reply, "but I couldn't see any alien activity.

"Who the hell blows up a bridge in the middle of an alien invasion that's not an alien?!" Muerte's voice was exasperated as he finally got to his bike and mounted it.

He looked back up to the sky, trying to find the other meta he had seen before but at that moment a few of the fighter jets swept through overhead, firing several bursts of energy blasts at the ground. He narrowly avoided getting hit by diving out of the way, bike and all, and crashed through a nearby store window. An alarm blared from inside the place as Muerte picked himself up and brushed broken glass from his jacket. Grumbling to himself he stepped over his bike back out to the street and pointed the rifle skyward. He waited and sure enough they made another pass. He fired a series of rapid shots and had the satisfaction of seeing two of the crafts teeter and start falling erratically to the ground. He quickly picked up his bike and ran across the street into an alleyway. Seconds later the aliens made another sweep and obliterated the store where he had just been. Close call... Muerte waited for round three but they didn't make another pass. He breathed out a sigh of relief and rested against the alley wall while he tried to think of what to do next.

"Jesus, try to get into contact with any metas in the area. If we're going to be any good against these guys, we need to coordinate."

"I'll try..." Jesus said in a small voice.

"Let me know what you find."

Muerte turned his attention to his bike to check for damage. It definitely needed some cosmetic work but seemed structurally sound. He checked the sky once more before starting his bike and riding off to find one of the downed crafts. He was not going to pass up the opportunity see see an actual extra-terrestrial organism up close. That and if he could figure out anything about the aliens that might give them an advantage, it was worth at least taking a look.

Task Force: Sentinel - Occult Covert Operations

I hope not

Good Ol' Boys

The bell on the door tinkled once more as two young men and a young woman entered the bar. The first one to enter was Maverick Grange, a 5'11 mulatto beau with long lashes and hazel eyes. His grease-stained coveralls were pulled down off his arms and the sleeves tied around his waist with a t-shirt over his chest. Behind him was his monster of a brother Alejandro, standing at 6'2", with his dark hair, mischievous eyes, and charming smile. A black tank top stretched over his barrel chest and military fatigues hung low about his waist. Finally, almost entirely obscured by her brother's imposing size, a petite Asian woman with long black hair: Ja-Ki Grange. She was sporting Daisy Dukes, a lightly frilled top, and aviator sunglasses which hid most of her Korean features.

Several bar patrons turned to look and grew quiet for a few moments before hastily turning back to their conversations. It usually wasn't good news when the Granges came to town. Veteran of three wars, hitman, and smuggler, Old Man Negan Grange was as reclusive and dangerous as a 50-year-old gator; his children were only slightly less so and everyone knew it. Reputation aside the biggest conflict that inevitably arose around them was that only one of the Grange children, 17-year-old Kimber, was white. Her parents, a doctor and nurse, had died in Vietnam. Alejandro and Ja-Ki had been born in Mexico and South Korea respectively, but had grown up in the States. Maverick however, was the one who attracted the most ire. To strangers, he could easily pass as simply being tan, but anyone who knew his mother knew otherwise. Lucile Grange was a proud black Creole woman, Negan was a home grown Alabama boy, and Maverick was their mixed race son. Not everyone got into his face about it, but he did make most people uncomfortable.

The three of them went up to the bar, ignoring the eyes on their backs. Ja-Ki came away with a lemonade and made her way to a table in the back. She was the most self-conscious of all her siblings and spent little time actually interacting with most folks except to interview them for articles in the local paper. She took out a pad of paper and a pen before starting to scribble quietly upon it. Her two brothers, who were not shy at all about their skin tones, lingered to chat up the barkeep a bit before picking up their beers and scanning the room for their sister. Alejandro spotted Waylon Myers sitting alone and elbowed Maverick who turned and grinned. The pair immediately made their way over, dragging up chairs to sit near the table. The two were the only members of the Grange family who even attended church, but it didn't appear to be out of faith. Virtually every time they showed up they stayed behind to drill the poor pastor on discrepancies in the Scripture or have extended theological debates. They also seemed to be very fond of Waylon, or at least fond of annoying him, and took every opportunity to talk with him.

"Hola Sen`or Myers," said Alejandro in his Latino tenor. He placed his chair backwards to the table and straddled it, leaning on its back.

"How are you?" finished Maverick, leaning back in his chair and taking a swig out of his beer.

Their two faces spread into identical wolfish grins as they waited his response.

Good Ol' Boys

Awesome! I'm going to wait until Mrs. Hawkins is free to talk or someone asks for the Grange's services

Good Ol' Boys

Negan Grange

Name: Negan Grange. Most just call him Grange or Old Man Grange; to some white folks in Louisiana he's called the Butcher, black folks there call him Nero (hero in Creole)

Appearance:

Speech color: Blue

Age: 46

Occupation/ Cover: Brewer (Rum)

Racket: protection, smuggling, assassinations, intimidation, etc. If there's something you need done, you don't really care how, and can pay the right price, Negan will get it done. Man, woman, elderly, single, married, black, white...he doesn't discriminate. He only has one rule: no kids. Asking him to hurt a kid is liable to get you killed yourself.

Public Goals: Wants to enjoy retirement with his wife and do right by his kids. His family is his life.

Private Goals: Negan will never actually retire. He enjoys...no thrives on being in the life. The harder the challenge the more he enjoys it. A year that goes by where he hasn't killed anyone or been in some sort of close call with the police he considers a boring one. He does still care about his family though, and he wont let anything happen to them. Everything he earns or steals goes to giving them a better life.

Supporting Cast

-Lucile Grange: wife, Voodoo Queen, midwife, and herbalist (speech color is Red)


-Maverick Grange: first-born son, trouble-maker, master strategist, and mechanic (speech color is Purple)


-Alejandro Grange: adopted son, partner in crime, smooth talker, and chemist (speech color is Green)


-Ja-Ki Grange: adopted daughter, level-headed one, master thief, and writer (speech color is Pink)


-Kimber Grange: adopted daughter, rebel, hunter, and hound breeder (speech color is Orange)

Personal History

Personal History: He was born in 1926 in Alabama to well off white parents. They were good Christian folks to the community but radical and disciplinarian in the home. Negan rebelled against everything they stood for in any way he could: skipped school and church, ran around with poor and colored kids, vandalized, smoked, drank, stole then resold valuables, etc. As a result he was often subject to beatings, intense bible study sessions, and long periods of being locked in his room to “exorcise the devil out of him” but it only made things worse. In 1942 he finally ran away from home to join the army. Although he was only 16, he managed to slip in and was soon on the field if WWII.

Negan thrived in the chaos of war and quickly developed quite a reputation for using insane tactics but succeeding anyway, quickly rising through the ranks. When the war ended (a little too soon for Negan) he had the rank of SGT. When he was sent back to the states he didn't bother returning to his parents and instead landed in New Orleans. That is where he met Lucile, a beautiful, black, Creole girl of 17. She was a well respected voodoo priestess, medicine woman, and midwife in the black community but had many wealthy white clients as well. She happened to be invited to a military social that Negan was attending. The two fell madly in love and spent the next several months in wild passion.

When they found out that she was pregnant, Negan finally went home to inform his parents that they were going to be grandparents. That's when he found out that his mother had died of illness two years after he had left and his father had become even more radical in his faith. His father informed the local K.K.K of their union then lured his son away on the pretext of making amends. Negan figured out that there was something wrong however and forced the truth out of him. Negan raced to the meeting place and killed all twelve klan members using two six-shooters before they could hurt Lucile. He then went back to his father and beat him to death with a baseball bat. They fled to Mexico before the authorities could be informed.

Their son Maverick was born in a quiet Mexican village, and although he was in perfect health the birth had taken quite a toll on his mother. She lived, but became barren afterwards. To help support his family Negan got involved with the local cartel where the work was risky but paid well. Their neighbors were decent folk with a son of their own son, Alejandro, who was a year younger than Maverick. When the boys were 2 and 3, Alejandro's dad ran afoul of a rival cartel and they shot up the house in retaliation. Only Alejandro, shielded by his mother's body, had survived. Lucile rescued the blood-splattered toddler from the house while Negan tracked down the men who did it and killed them.

While no one took specific exception to Negan's actions, cartel activity did escalated in the area. The couple decided to take both boys back to the States but got caught at the border. Using his previous rank in the military Negan was able to barter a deal with the authorities. He agreed to fight in the Korean War that had just started in exchange for the safety of his family. Since the battle had happened so quickly and wasn't looking good they agreed. Negan was flown overseas once more while his family was kept on a military base. While there he met a woman who had given him shelter and treatment when a bullet wound took him down. They became good friends while he recovered, but she died in a surprise strike from enemy forces. She left behind a baby girl named Ja-Ki, who Negan took in and protected until the war's end. When his term was served he ducked the officers intending on taking him into custody as soon as they touched down on U.S. Soil and snuck the rest of his family out in the night.

The family settled in O'Connor county where they built a house in the quiet backwaters. With Negan's record they had to do so very carefully, keeping as much to themselves as possible. It was difficult at first but they managed to make a living for themselves. Eventually though Negan sought a way to reintegrate into society. When the Vietnam War started he saw an opportunity to do just that. Once again he cut a deal, 2 years in combat in exchange for a clean state. Since there was a lack in volunteers, an excess in draft dodgers, and his reputation proceeded him they agreed.

While there he met a doctor and his nurse wife. They had just had a child, Kimber, the year before but both had decided they were needed to preserve lives, whichever side they fell on. They were both killed in action. After his term was over Negan went to check on their daughter, who they had left with her aunt, only to find that the child was being neglected and abused. After threatening the aunt with pain and/or death if she ever went to the police, he took the little girl with him back home.

With his record now clean, he settled into his life with his wife and four children. They started a sugar cane farm and began making their own rum. Negan also took underhand work and quickly secured himself a position of respect and notoriety among the mobsters. He sent his two boys to college at the University of Mississippi in '65, then his oldest girl Ja-Ki in '69.

Notes

Maverick and Alejandro got degrees in engineering and chemistry, which jump-started their rum production. Ja-Ki got a degree in journalism and now writes articles for the local paper. Kim, who is still a year off from being given the option, raises hound dogs and sells them to locals for money. Negan himself is scarcely seen unless he's on a job. His wife goes into town once a month for certain groceries but otherwise isn't seen, at least by white folks. She's active in the black community and often makes well-fare checks on elderly members.

Good Ol' Boys

Name: Negan Grange. Most just call him Grange or Old Man Grange; to some white folks in Louisiana he's called the Butcher, black folks there call him Nero (hero in Creole)

Appearance:

Speech color: Blue

Age: 46

Occupation/ Cover: Brewer (Rum)

Racket: protection, smuggling, assassinations, intimidation, etc. If there's something you need done, you don't really care how, and can pay the right price, Negan will get it done. Man, woman, elderly, single, married, black, white...he doesn't discriminate. He only has one rule: no kids. Asking him to hurt a kid is liable to get you killed yourself.

Public Goals: Wants to enjoy retirement with his wife and do right by his kids. His family is his life.

Private Goals: Negan will never actually retire. He enjoys...no thrives on being in the life. The harder the challenge the more he enjoys it. A year that goes by where he hasn't killed anyone or been in some sort of close call with the police he considers a boring one. He does still care about his family though, and he wont let anything happen to them. Everything he earns or steals goes to giving them a better life.

Supporting Cast

-Lucile Grange: wife, Voodoo Queen, midwife, and herbalist (speech color is Red)


-Maverick Grange: first-born son, trouble-maker, master strategist, and mechanic (speech color is Purple)


-Alejandro Grange: adopted son, partner in crime, smooth talker, and chemist (speech color is Green)


-Ja-Ki Grange: adopted daughter, level-headed one, master thief, and writer (speech color is Pink)


-Kimber Grange: adopted daughter, rebel, hunter, and hound breeder (speech color is Orange)

Personal History

Personal History: He was born in 1926 in Alabama to well off white parents. They were good Christian folks to the community but radical and disciplinarian in the home. Negan rebelled against everything they stood for in any way he could: skipped school and church, ran around with poor and colored kids, vandalized, smoked, drank, stole then resold valuables, etc. As a result he was often subject to beatings, intense bible study sessions, and long periods of being locked in his room to “exorcise the devil out of him” but it only made things worse. In 1942 he finally ran away from home to join the army. Although he was only 16, he managed to slip in and was soon on the field if WWII.

Negan thrived in the chaos of war and quickly developed quite a reputation for using insane tactics but succeeding anyway, quickly rising through the ranks. When the war ended (a little too soon for Negan) he had the rank of SGT. When he was sent back to the states he didn't bother returning to his parents and instead landed in New Orleans. That is where he met Lucile, a beautiful, black, Creole girl of 17. She was a well respected voodoo priestess, medicine woman, and midwife in the black community but had many wealthy white clients as well. She happened to be invited to a military social that Negan was attending. The two fell madly in love and spent the next several months in wild passion.

When they found out that she was pregnant, Negan finally went home to inform his parents that they were going to be grandparents. That's when he found out that his mother had died of illness two years after he had left and his father had become even more radical in his faith. His father informed the local K.K.K of their union then lured his son away on the pretext of making amends. Negan figured out that there was something wrong however and forced the truth out of him. Negan raced to the meeting place and killed all twelve klan members using two six-shooters before they could hurt Lucile. He then went back to his father and beat him to death with a baseball bat. They fled to Mexico before the authorities could be informed.

Their son Maverick was born in a quiet Mexican village, and although he was in perfect health the birth had taken quite a toll on his mother. She lived, but became barren afterwards. To help support his family Negan got involved with the local cartel where the work was risky but paid well. Their neighbors were decent folk with a son of their own son, Alejandro, who was a year younger than Maverick. When the boys were 2 and 3, Alejandro's dad ran afoul of a rival cartel and they shot up the house in retaliation. Only Alejandro, shielded by his mother's body, had survived. Lucile rescued the blood-splattered toddler from the house while Negan tracked down the men who did it and killed them.

While no one took specific exception to Negan's actions, cartel activity did escalated in the area. The couple decided to take both boys back to the States but got caught at the border. Using his previous rank in the military Negan was able to barter a deal with the authorities. He agreed to fight in the Korean War that had just started in exchange for the safety of his family. Since the battle had happened so quickly and wasn't looking good they agreed. Negan was flown overseas once more while his family was kept on a military base. While there he met a woman who had given him shelter and treatment when a bullet wound took him down. They became good friends while he recovered, but she died in a surprise strike from enemy forces. She left behind a baby girl named Ja-Ki, who Negan took in and protected until the war's end. When his term was served he ducked the officers intending on taking him into custody as soon as they touched down on U.S. Soil and snuck the rest of his family out in the night.

The family settled in O'Connor county where they built a house in the quiet backwaters. With Negan's record they had to do so very carefully, keeping as much to themselves as possible. It was difficult at first but they managed to make a living for themselves. Eventually though Negan sought a way to reintegrate into society. When the Vietnam War started he saw an opportunity to do just that. Once again he cut a deal, 2 years in combat in exchange for a clean state. Since there was a lack in volunteers, an excess in draft dodgers, and his reputation proceeded him they agreed.

While there he met a doctor and his nurse wife. They had just had a child, Kimber, the year before but both had decided they were needed to preserve lives, whichever side they fell on. They were both killed in action. After his term was over Negan went to check on their daughter, who they had left with her aunt, only to find that the child was being neglected and abused. After threatening the aunt with pain and/or death if she ever went to the police, he took the little girl with him back home.

With his record now clean, he settled into his life with his wife and four children. They started a sugar cane farm and began making their own rum. Negan also took underhand work and quickly secured himself a position of respect and notoriety among the mobsters. He sent his two boys to college at the University of Mississippi in '65, then his oldest girl Ja-Ki in '69.

Notes

Maverick and Alejandro got degrees in engineering and chemistry, which jump-started their rum production. Ja-Ki got a degree in journalism and now writes articles for the local paper. Kim, who is still a year off from being given the option, raises hound dogs and sells them to locals for money. Negan himself is scarcely seen unless he's on a job. His wife goes into town once a month for certain groceries but otherwise isn't seen, at least by white folks. She's active in the black community and often makes well-fare checks on elderly members.

Create-A-Hero: A Superhero RPG Season 3- Shattered Dimensions

Alejandro Fernando Roberto Grange:



Speech Color:
Lime Green

Character Alignment:
Walking the line...in more ways than one

Identity:
Only his two friends, sister, and dad know about his powers, but only one friend knows everything that he does with those powers.

Hero Type:

Brick/Gray Matter

Power Level:

City Level

Alias

The Cleaner
Alejandro's day job is as a forensic science technician, but when he's not solving crimes he's covering them up by being a cleaner for the gang that his dad runs. They may be criminals, but they do have standards. Even with those standards however, sometimes things go wrong. When they do, they call Alejandro to make it all disappear and keep heat off of the family.

Muerte
During his free time he becomes a vigilante who keeps the more dangerous criminal elements in check. If someone's dealing drugs to kids, beating up/killing prostitutes, or starting gang wars that would endanger civilians, Alejandro shuts that s**t down. He gives only one warning. If in 24 hours there is no change he takes out all of the leaders of the offending gang as well as anyone who tries to stop him. Anyone left is allowed to flee or start over, but if they try to avenge their fallen comrades or go back to the problem activities then they too will be marked for death. If they run before time is up and try to settle in a different town without stopping the problem activities, Muerte hunts them down anyway.

Character Personality

Alejandro is a multifaceted individual, quite like a gemstone. You have to see multiple sides of him in multiple different lights to get the whole picture of who he is. One side of him is happy-go-lucky, hedonistic, and the life of the party. Another is cold, calculating, and quite capable of murder. He is not a “good” person, but he is a moral one, and is far better than a lot of “bad” people. He is nice to his allies and vicious to his enemies. He is patient and slow to anger, but once he's snapped there is no going back. He is also curious, philosophical, and a hard core people watcher. His pass-times include hanging out in bars/clubs, drinking, hanging out with friends/family, doing deep dives on Wikipedia articles, and night-lighting as an EMT or prostitute depending on what mood he's in.

Uniform/costume

When he is Muerte he wears a black leather jacket over a t-shirt with black leather pants, boots, and fingerless gloves. He also wears a mask that covers his whole head (quite like a wrestler's mask) that has the visage of a Day of the Dead skull on it. This outfit is specially designed to be resistant tearing, stabbing, and fire but is not indestructible.

Origin Info/Details

He was born in Mexico and raised by his mom and stepdad until he was about 8 years old. He had three siblings: an older sister, and two younger ones. He does not have the same father as his sisters due to his mom breaking up with his stepdad for a few years before getting back together with him. Alejandro doesn't know who his father really is. His stepdad resented the reminder that his wife had been with anyone else and abused him physically and verbally. He's been “different” since he can remember. His sisters knew about his powers but he kept it a secret from their parents.

One day his stepdad pissed off some local cartel members and when he refused to back down or apologize the cartel shot up the house. Only Alejandro and his baby sister Anna survived the attack. Not knowing where else to go he took her to the local church where the Padre took them in and made plans to get them into America to a foster family up North. It took 2 years but he finally found a group willing to take them. Unfortunately the group that they were with got caught at the border, but Alejandro managed to sneak into another vehicle with Anna before they were found too. That vehicle happened to belong to a Nickolas Grange, leader of a stateside motorcycle gang called The Raiders. Nick, not having any interest in taking in strays, was just going to leave them in the first town he came across but Alejandro “persuaded” him by punching a dent into the hood of his car.

8 years later of being raised by a supportive, but criminal man, Alejandro completes high-school and travels back to Mexico to find the people who killed his mother and other sisters. This is his first act as Muerte. He found them and took out the whole cartel. When he got back to the states he enrolled in college and split his time between school, looking after his kid sister, the family “business”, and being a vigilante. In another few years he graduated with a Master's in Forensic Science and got a job freelancing for local and federal cases to help with their backlogs. His sister lives in Miami, FL with their Dad. His friends Jesus and Jacque live in Lost Haven where he has lived for the passed 3 years.

Powers

Inhuman Strength: Spiderman level (can lift a car, but not a train)

Kinetic Redistribution: punches, bullets, speeding vehicles etc. cannot hurt him because he absorbs the energy and disperses it. He must expel the energy within 15secs or he will take damage. He can use it as an attack or disperse it as heat

Healing Factor: Wolverine level healing, cannot regenerate limbs or survive his brain being destroyed but as long as most of him remains intact he'll eventually recover, most poisons/toxins lethal to humans get processed and recovered from within minutes

Analytical Mind: Sherlock/Batman level of assessing a scene/situation/person to calculate outcomes, causes, or counters within 15 seconds (must be able to stand relatively still without speaking and be in visual range of all relevant data, if interrupted he must start over)

Emotional Influence: he has a low level psychic field that he can use to manipulate the emotional states of those within it. He can't make them actually do anything, only influence what they feel in the moment. He can make an angry person calmer, he can make a sad person more cheerful, or a cautious person more relaxed. Range is 15 feet.

Attributes/Weaknesses

Attributes:

-Height: 6' 2” (muscled, but no overtly so)
-Weight: 250lbs
-Strength: 5 tons max
-Mobility: Has his own live-in 5th wheel (Road Warrior 429), a lime green pick-up (Chevy Silverado 3500),and a black motorcycle (Kawasaki Z400)
-Intelligence: Genius
-Fighting Skill: A good brawler and efficient killer but not formally trained
-Resources: Well off

Weaknesses:

-energy based attacks (lasers, magic, power blasts)
-slow attacks like with a knife
-suffocation/drowning
-his family/friends

Supporting Characters

Nickolas Grange: gang leader, TV junkie, dad

Race: human (mutant)
Power: can enhance or bring out other people's powers/abilities/talents. If someone has the potential to have powers he can manifest them. Otherwise he can enhance already existing powers or abilities in individuals for a short period of time (5 hours)
Provides with some finances and supplies, underworld contacts, and advice

Appearance

Anna Grange: martial arts champion, social media savant, sister

Race: human
Power: unknown
Provides moral support, tech support, and a reason for Alejandro to not get into too much trouble

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Jesus Cristo: crafting master, giant spider dude, best friend

Race: mutant (giant spider)
Power: climb walls, armored exoskeleton, web production, eight limbs, tremor sense, and 270 degree vision
Provides/repairs his outfits, keeps him well fed, and is always willing to give him a place to crash/hide

(Disclaimer: Artwork belongs to CannibalHarpy on DeviantArt, I just changed the colors)

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Jacquelyn Tyler: badass b*tch, prostitute, ex girlfriend

Race: human
Powers: none
Is his eyes and ears on the street, runs interference/counter-intelligence to keep heat off of him, keeps him from doing stupid things

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Hank Rosco: chain-smoker, veteran and cheif on the force, boss

Race: human
Powers: none
Is Alejandro's contact in the New Haven police department. They don't really have a formal contract of employment but he is the one who authorizes Alejandro to be involved with cases and makes sure he gets paid for it

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Alejandro lay in the bed of his 5th wheel, shirtless and snoring, as daylight crept in and revealed the train wreck that was his day off. The ground, table, and bed were littered with dozens of beer cans, empty cans of food, and a few ripe take out containers. The TV still played at low volume the marathon of Forensic Files he'd passed out to.

A low buzzing sound broke the silence as his phone lit up from a call. Alejandro barely stirred until the device buzzed its way across the table and tumbled off the edge along with a couple of beer cans. He groaned and shifted, sending more cans to the floor, to search for the source of the noise. When he finally grasped it, he glared at the caller I.D. with a single bleary eye before answering it in his Latino tenor.

“Its my day off Rosco.”

“I know, but we've got a double homicide in Little Sicily.” Alejandro could hear chatter in the background. Rosco was obviously at the scene, and he sounded on edge.

“I only take one day off Rosco, why isn't the state lab doing it?”

“We need YOU Grange. Get your ass over here and you'll see why, preferably before the press gets here. I'll buy you a pizza.”

Alejandro fell silent just long enough to make Rosco squirm. “Give me 30 minutes.”

He sat up and rubbed his face, sending another can to its doom, before getting up and starting to dress. He knew he could have said no, but something about Rosco's tone had intrigued him. It must be a particularly gruesome scene, that or a scene the state couldn't figure out. After dressing he took a swig of milk from the jug in the fridge, grabbed his work bag, and headed out to his bike at the back of the 5th wheel. Within seconds it roared to life and Alejandro sped off to the crime scene.

When he rolled up up to the location Alejandro could see that a crowd was already forming around the police tape. With a quick shift in weight, he zipped down a side street so he could avoid the curious eyes of the civies and media. After parking his bike Alejandro unzipped his bag to start putting on his suit, booties, and gloves.

“When are you gonna get a helmet for that damned thing?” There was the flick of a lighter and a long pause as Rosco inhaled behind him.

“When I need one,” Alejandro quiped back as he zipped his bag up.

He ignored the acidic look Rosco gave him and headed to where little plastic number cards marked the trail to a grisly sight. Alejandro knew instantly why Rosco had called him in. Blood, body parts, and clothing lay scattered across the ally. He took a breath, relaxed his shoulders, and took in the scene. Two arms, one hand, three feet, partial leg, and partial torso. Parts scattered...elongated blood spots...Explosion? No scorch marks, no trace of a device. Unless... He walked over to where the mostly intact torso lay and shone his flashlight on the mutilated flesh. He was aware of Rosco's eyes on him, praying that Alejandro would give him some way of understanding the disturbing sight. Alejandro ignored him and put his face as close to the remains as possible. He pulled out a pair of tweezers and a bag before extracting a bone shard from the skin. Definitely an explosion. But from where? The next several minutes were devoted to taking sample from every chunk of flesh, splat of blood, and piece of clothing. When he was finished he found the point where all the blood splatter angled toward. After several seconds he sighed and walked back to Rosco.

“Well?” Rosco said as he lit a second cigarette.

“You're not going to like it,” Alejandro said as he piled all the evidence packets into a cooler and starting to remove his suite.

“Just tell me,” came the snappy retort.

“As far as I can tell, it was an explosion.”

“Explosion? Then where's the bomb?”

“The second victim WAS the bomb.”

“What?”

“Found bone shrapnel in the torso of one of the victims. Could have only got there if someone exploded next to them. There's no burning or scorching anywhere though so it couldn't have been a device. Something made one of our victims explode from the inside.”

“Was it a Sup?”

“I need to examine the evi-”

“What else could it have been?! People don't just explode out of nowhere Grange. If the press gets wind of this-”

Alejandro turned and looked Rosco right in the eye and the man seemed to deflate under his gaze. “I am going to examine the evidence. I'll tell you what happened then. Just do what you always do: smoke, keep a lid on things, and don't answer any questions directly. You'll do just fine...”

He injected some calm into that last word. Rosco's shoulders relaxed and he took a steadying breath.

“Let me know as soon as you know ANYTHING about what happened. And try not to get distracted ok?”

Alejandro nodded and got on his bike. “You still owe me a pizza,” he said before tearing out of the alley.

Hours later Alejandro was staring into a microscope in his lab, the ugly truth of the alleyway murders staring back at him. After the bloodwork from one of the victims had come back with some bizarre results he had decided to double check the tissue samples. What he found there had left him with one conclusion: the cells had been mutated, and forcibly so. He didn't know which had come first, mutation or explosion, but he did know that this spelled trouble.

Alejandro stood up suddenly and started dialing a number on his phone, pacing up and down the length of his 5th wheel. As soon as Rosco's sleep saturated voice answered Alejandro wasted no time speaking.

“You need to get a hold of every street contact you have, we may have a new drug on the streets...”

Create-A-Hero: A Superhero RPG Season 3- Shattered Dimensions

Muerte sped through the streets, swerving between abandoned cars and debris from the skyscrapers above. He noticed one of the cruisers departing formation and descending towards the city. Landing party. He angled himself to intercept and increased his speed, rearing up a little with the rev. He rounded a corner just in time to see the craft firing their landing thrusters. He skidded to a halt, took a breath, and took in the scene before him.

First, distance: approximately 200ft. Time: 30 seconds until landed and deployed. Casualties: no civilians in area. Personal threat level: high; at least 40 per ship, likely use energy based weapons, unknown technological/biological advantage. Reinforcements: no other ships in area. Assistance...one meta currently engaged with armored opponents. Analysis: element of surprise most effective tactic, take out as many as possible before they can react. Scene will likely draw assistance from other meta. 15 seconds remaining.

Muerte quickly hopped off his bike to find the largest and sturdiest of the abandoned vehicles. As he thought, it still had keys in the ignition. He started the engine, put it in gear, and reversed down the street until he was the right distance away. He waited until the door had thudded onto the asphalt before slamming on the gas pedal and began speeding toward the open hatch. He gripped the steering wheel tightly, bracing for the impact. He had the satisfaction of seeing the first line of them freeze in their tracks at the sight of the speeding vehicle which hit them a split second later.

There was a cacophony of crashing and crunching, sending all but a few of the armored units scattering like bowling ball pins. Muerte was thrown through the windshield and slammed into one of the aliens that had gotten pinned by the front of the car. Pain and energy exploded through him but it was a shock he recovered quickly from; this wasn't his first car wreck after all. He rolled off of the hood and channeled some of the wreck's energy into a right hook to the nearest alien's helmet. It dented in with a combined metal screech and squelch of flesh. So they can be hurt...perfect. An nearby trooper attempted to strike him with the butt of its rifle and another aimed a kick at him. They aren't firing inside the ship. Their weapons must work on their tech. Noted. The hits landed, renewing the energy store he had. He smirked under his mask and proceeded to spend the rest of the absorbed energy taking out any of them that attempted to stand up around him. Soon though the aliens realized that engaging close quarters with this earthlings was a bad idea. They regrouped and began opening fire, forcing him to duck for cover. On the way down, one of the shots clipped his shoulder, obliterating the cloth and singing his shoulder easily. He hissed in pain,and reached over to grab one of the downed soldiers weapons. He stuck it up over the car and fired wildly in their general direction. He heard a few hits land and a temporary lull in their blasts. He popped up and waited until they did too and fired a series of rapid shots to take the rest out.

In the sudden silence that followed Muerte dropped his arms, painting heavily. He could feel his shoulder tingling as the flesh attempted repair itself. That wouldn't be fun to sleep on; assuming he'd get to sleep any time soon. A little slower than normal, he picked up a few more of the energy weapons and trudged his way outside. He looked up into the sky to check on the other meta he'd seen in the air, hoping he'd gotten their attention.