knighthawk

DC Universe: Crisis of a new Era

Name:
Ezekiel Constantine/Tarot
Age:
18
Gender:
Male
Parentage:
John Constantine/ Zatana
Appearance:

Powers/Abilities:
As a sorcerer, Constantine is armed with the knowledge of many minor magical spells, rituals, and curses, such as evocation, necromancy, illusions, invisibility. He also has a wide range of protection magic such as sigils and magic circles that can protect him from both physical and supernatural attacks. Aside from sorcery, Constantine has also exhibited considerable mastery in "stage magic skills"—hypnosis, sleight of hand, pick pocketing and escapology. John also carries with him an arsenal of many lesser magical artifacts to aid him in battle. Both his father and mother are apt stage magicians as well as supreme sorcerers. As a personal skill, he can fling cards at over forty miles per hour. He makes his cards out of plastic ATM cards, metal sheets like silver or cold iron, slips of wood from various trees, If given the time, he will always inscribe symbols of power upon the surface, even if it is so risky as to use his own blood, but a sharpie is easier.
Back Story:
"Nature abhors a vacuum, the nature of magic more-so, so here I am."
Child of a tryst, he was brought up backstage rearing rabbits and practicing with pigeons. They would alternate guardianship when they would meet every year at the international magician's convention or occult convention, whichever was most recent after the latest world-threatening peril so that person should be karma-clear for the next few months. He was never allowed to attend any adventures, but was allowed to watch from a crystal ball to learn from a semi-safe distance and often did much of the prep-work when his parents were on their way back for the second round.

When Darkside expelled all heroes and villains, metahuman, martian, and magical. It released phenomenal amounts of arcane energy from those pinnacles of power like doctor fate and Faust to those remaining receptors to fill the gaps. For over a decade he had knowledge without power, now he had the power with the focus base to prevent from flying off the handle.

Titans: Unique Young Superheroes RP

I think the best the trickster god could do is like puck's gift for demona.

Star Wars: For a Few Credits More

Sitting on a the couch in the crew lounge was an orange gungan gunhand with a cobalt blue bottle, the label was dated half a decade ago and laser etched into the glass for posterity. He popped the silicone cork and breathed it in with wide flared nostrils before a tongue over a foot slipped down into the orifice for a taste. He spoke to no one in particular as he talked about the bottle in his hands.

"Spore mead, made from the sandwasp of ord cestus and a poisonous mushroom able to kill a Reek in an hour, same mushroom is almost as potent as Bota and bottled before the clone wars... One of the most expensive drinks out there... And I fill the bottle from a junk yard with the cheapest anti-freeze cut prison rotgut I can swallow."

With that, he tilted the butt in the air and took a noxious swig of the mechanic hooch. It burned like battery acid all the way down and into every limb, oh how he loved to hate that burn. It made his mind numb out and that is just what he wanted at the moment they slipped to hyperspace. one step closer to a pile of credits, one step closer to his ship or else one step closer to palpatine's throne.

Titans: Unique Young Superheroes RP

batman could travel near kung-lun looking for another diciple to add to his utility belt and comes across danny.

Star Wars: For a Few Credits More

Dropped the ship, added a personality.

Name:
Mumbin Marsune
Species:
Gungan
Age:
35
Gender:
Male
Appearance:

Height:
2.2 meters
Weight:
60 Kg
Apparel:
When not in his usual leathers, he dons his work clothes of a climbsuit with all his tools for the job rigged to the harness. Since the suit uses a passive technology he can walk right through sensor sweeps without setting off an alarm, for his armor anyways.
Weaponry:
He carries two matching standard blasters with twin hold outs but only claims one. If he knows he is in a 'poodoo passing the propeller' situation, he bring his double set of Duo-blaster carbine with all intent of being the last one breathing. One might think that with the constant duplicate arms that he is a two weapon fighter,in truth he really hates to reload in the middle of a fight. He keeps constant pressure on with suppression fire from the hold out while grabbing the next weapon in line.
If he is ever forced into melee, he slips on a pair of medical shockers to stop hearts with a punch by not using both to make the circuit needed to save a life. Being a gungan, he still has ties to his warrior ways but blends reliable tools with modern technology by flinging grenades made the same size as the booma ball. He prefers stun grenades and ion explosives to drop targets without damaging property or salvageable equipment from the fallen.
Equipment:
Medical kit, Grappling spike launcher, Security kit, blaster repair kit.
His personal starfighter was a relic from nearly thirty years ago and he did his best to keep it up to par with what money he could spare. What was once the elite of royal defenders was now a common technology simply in a delightful package that he had plated in an azure tint of metallic blue with matte green. He had a dedicated droid that he saved from critical systems failure by slaving it permanently to the onboard system. He has sold this off years ago and has made it a personal goal to buy his ship back from that Tattooine Toydarian.
As a personal effect, he tries to color all his possessions with cobalt blue and matte green.
Personality:
A drunken lout that has trouble turning down a bottle. He used to be an up and comer but now he's a washout putting himself through the ringer to be an up and comer the second time around. He has a permanent disdain for humans and an outright hatred for the emperor for the genocide of his people. One day he hopes to do enough to stand before the emperor and put a hole through the wrinkled bastards head.
Skills:
-Starfreighter pilot. He can troop transport most things from A to B without complication, but if things get hot then get a specialist in the seat.
-Starfighter combatant. This is far more his comfort zone, he cuts through the sky like he swims in the water.
-short-range to mid-range combat. While he can use melee or longrifles as needed, these are skills kept to survive but not his focus compared to pistol and atl-atl grenades.
-Mobility. Being a gungan, he is already a swimmer that could compete with some of the best in the worlds and able to hold their breath for nearly a half hour. Those powerful muscles, while seemingly uncoordinated on land by walking and running standards, can still leap and climb with a daily trained skill to get him into places and positions most others either don't consider in the heat of battle or need equipment to obtain the same location.
-Medic, he can patch himself and others up as needed.
Flaws:
-Memorable. Gungans are a rare sight off of nabo, as such he is fairly easy to track on security and word of mouth.
-Alcoholic. Bottle for breakfast, bottle for lunch and a sensible dinner to keep his rations reserved.
-Arachnophobia. Wound up in a webweaver's nest on kashyyk, he saw the dripping fangs of a hundred burst babies crawling up him before he finally managed to free himself.
Bio:
He was a child during the battle of Naboo, but the loss of gungan lives including both of his folks was kept in song for the next generation, his generation. He was raised in a military academy for those like him, for years he was another warrior in the making like all the others until the rise of palpatine to power. Gungans were swiftly made into an endangered species overnight as they were wiped from galactic memory. He was part of a group who broke into the palace for their starships and cut through the blockade. Now they were free, now they were alone.
They started as an all gungan merc-group, but one by one they fell away or added on a mate until it no longer resembled what it once was. He fell away too, after an incident on the wookiee world, he crawled into a bottle for about a year and slept in his starship to save rent for booze. Finally he hit bottom and had the moment of clarity when he sold his starship for almost nothing just to have another drink, he was still drinking over a bottle a day but he knew he had to do something more so he got back into the game if nothing more than to afford his habit and crawled his way back up the ladder one rung at a time until he stood shoulder to shoulder with mandalorians.

X-Men: The Divided

MistressCyanide said
OK I decided to go with the thing me and Knighthawk worked on. Do you remember what we talked about KH?

I still have the PM's

Nar Mat Kordh-Ishi - Orcish Mercenary Company RP [Fantasy]

Shar moved himself to the side of Nargesh, her presence pleased him even if he hardly showed any traits she favored. His generosity for a seat was wasted on her as she preferred to run alongside the wagons so he would take the time to watch her run alongside. The others filed in and offered their ideas, each piece of information making a more cohesive image to build from.

"By the allseer. First we send our shadows at the first guard shift, that could include Gaelel if she feels up to it, they find a place to hide and wait. I think that getting them into the church is the ugliest choice, but that is just me. Next we sent the pikers in a march, full phalanx with spears to the front door. The shield wall will keep the arrows off and draw all attention to the front, the pikers with the shields above their head brace with spears to hold the weight and becomes a ramp for the wargs to run right up and over their walls with a jump.

Now we got wargs on the inside tearing them to bits along with the shadows to cut the ropes and drop the bridge for hundreds of Pikers to march through and wipe them all out. With the town of it taken, we can move the catapults in for the tower if we need. But, I think we need to offer them a chance to surrender or offer us even more. We are mercenaries now, not small savage tribes anymore. I am even willing to approach at the guard change to draw eyes to me so the shadows can do their work to get over the walls."

Titans: Unique Young Superheroes RP

DrewVonAwesome said
Love it, but what's distracting the adult hero teams from doing it themselves, or something like that...

That is just it, aside from child-heroes like Shazam, most heroes can't believe or interact with Santa's magic. But the insane like joker are just off enough to still believe and the highly magical still believe.

DC Universe: Crisis of a new Era

If there is room, I'd like to try for an Atlantean green lantern. Ias as I am unsure if there is any lantern corps of any kind at the moment.

Star Wars: For a Few Credits More

Sure have, or at least something close to it. I generally have the same 2-3 characters in my head I want to use so if I cant use him in one, I try them again for another.