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Star Wars - Rise of Crusade

Colabing with asura as we speak. btw, I think this is a Beastwarden shield as they describe it.

Titans: Unique Young Superheroes RP

As night fell on the city, the sun dipping behind the skyline, the elaborate figure on the base's roof began to quiver. The statue, perched on the edge and looking over with a nasty snarl, depicted a wingless creature. A gargoyle. Legend said that gargoyles were used to frighten away bad spirits. Legend also said they were supposed to come alive at night. In most instances, that legend was wrong. However, there were the rare few-

"ACHOO!"

Then again...

Kurt snuffled as he wiped at his purple nose, watching the people below with a mixture of want and shame for wanting. He could be at Wayne manor in moments, helping with the newbie orphans, maybe even be a teacher now as nightwing had been to him. But as much as it felt like home after years, it didn't feel right, it wasn't where he was needed.
"ACH*bamf*
He disappeared an a cloud of smoke just before the gargoyle emerged. Reappearing several stories down into a familiar place that was far more occupied than it was when he left. There was smoke and brimstone and snot as he landed on a table bench by his tail.
*Bamf*-CHOO!"

Marvel/DC: The Coming Storm

A, give us all a time to do a solo and you can present a unifying conflict to get us all in one place at one time.

Marvels of Millennium City iCheck

Name - John smith
Alias - John Jacob Jingleheimer Schmidt or just "Jingleheimer"
Powers -
Immortality-Bastard just doesn't die, he can be maimed and shredded to bits but he will eventually regenerate at human growth speed. A limb will take a year. He doesn't need to eat, sleep or breathe.
Siphon- The basis for his immortality, he is constantly absorbing ambient energy from any source around him even to the entire electromagnetic spectrum to feed his ability to heal himself. He absorbs the kinetic force of physical trauma and the energy sources of various superhuman blasts. The only way it seems to dispose of him is to pop him in an iron box and drop him into the ocean floor. Too bad about geothermal energy or it would have worked.
Weakness -
Cold- being the absence of energy, the cold slows down his healing process immensely.
PTSD- He's a messed up pup, he's been there and done that enough times that he never wants to do it again, but then here he is once more. He doesn't sleep in order to keep the nightmares away where he can't deal with it.
Experience -
This is sadly his wheel house, He has more experience than he care to admit or acknowledge.
Appearance -

Age - He was born in 1890, that would make him 120, but since he was Sparta-kicked back to 1275 in 2010 it added 735 years to his lifespan for a total of 855
Brief Bio -
Born in Poland, he was a Jewish musician's son, making bells for churches mostly. Then bad things happened in world war one then world war two. He was one of several Jewish folk sent off under the Nazi regime. What happened there was so horrible and mind-breaking that the Holocaust was the positive veneer of the least of evils. In truth there ware powerful ancient arcane rituals, sacrifices, experimentations and the like performed on hundreds of thousands of victims. He was one of them and he was made to live forever in an attempt for the super solider, one unable to die. Fortunately the allies destroyed the facility and all the research, unfortunately they couldn't undo the damage done. He left, he wandered the world, learned many things, did many things. Many of them he is not proud of, His first time with a meta-group did not end well, the ageless man got in a fistfight with the timetravler who could go back to anyone in his family tree and dropped him off in the eleventh century. He did what has always done, lived, survived, learned. To avoid paradox, he stayed in whatever continent he was not at the time he would have been there, this also lead to him literally being in two places at once for a century but he has done his best to stay out of the way of worldly events.
Notes -

Commitment Every other day.

Transformers: To save Cybertron

WIP

Techs was slow to bootup, he's always been a bit slow to start but once he got going he was good. He took his time to run diagnostics, first on himself then once he got up and running he did a full diagnostics on the ARK weapon systems. He himself needed time to dismantle and reconfigure his weapons for the new atmosphere, a methane heavy world is not the place for a firefight. With his revolver recalibrated, he approached the autobot leader with new information.

"Optimus, there is a heavy concentration of Dihydrogen Monoxide on this planet, I suggest ratchet run some tests to see if it is to be of any medical concern."

"Cliffjumper, Bumblebee and Tech, I want you 3 to go towards this Object and see what it is, Firestorm I need you to keep an eye out on them from the air in case the decepticons are awoke as well"

"Understood, Optimus. Cliffjumper, come with me, I've got a slipstream mount for your glassgas gun."

Titans: Unique Young Superheroes RP

Had an idea: Poison ivy donates a tree to every house in the city/state from the "St. Demeter Church". Probably half the people bring in the free tree and the other half put them out back The trees themselves are fine and pass all cursory checks, but as the month goes on, the trees continue to release pleasing pheromones, most assume good spirits and the like but after 30 days if inundation, people have become overly euphoric to the point of carefree birdering on carelessness and suicidal by accident.

Marvel/DC: The Coming Storm

Magnus Wagner/Bamf

Name:
Magnus Wagner
Code Name:
Bamf
Age:
35
Gender:
Male, very male
Appearance:
5'6" with a very lean Bruce-Lee frame. On his chest is tattooed an Egyptian cartouche that reads "He will serve the end of the world for a year and a day" On his right hand he has L O K I on his first knuckles. His ears have a sloped point to them and his teeth are naturally sharp. He is missing the middle finger of his left hand froma younger time when he was cocky and teleported while flipping someone off.

Taught never to rely on any one thing, he keeps a number of tools on hand at all times.
Tanto Located on his left pectoral with a kevlar mesh sheath as an extra measure of defense from heart-shots.
Ninjato Kept on left hip.
Grenades: Never keeping more than two on him at any time in uniform after hearing the story of his grandfather pulling the pins of a dozen soldiers at once.
Chaff-nonmagnetic metal flakes meant to scramble electronic measures,
Knocker-compressed microfine Metal powder used to blow open door with high kinetic output or stun multiple organic opponents.
Throwing irons As designed, but his are hollow and fluted with multiple tiny holes to ensure a sucking wound to let an opponent bleed out if organic or hydraulic if he can land the right shot. Kept on his person on a thigh holster even out of uniform.
Sling: Simple kevlar thong used to hurl a simple fiberglass sphere with enough force to break bone, When he slips a thread through the ring of a grenade, it becomes a twofold weapon to launch the five pound weapon to impact before exploding. This he also keeps on a pocket with a hard rubber ball in civilian attire.
Uniform: A class A-III fabric armor in the make of denim top and pants with impact plastics held by Velcro atop. Can withstand up to .357 at point blank with only broken bones.

Powers:
Physical mutation: His physiology is unique in several different ways. His bone structure allows him great flexibility. His spine is more flexible than an ordinary human, enabling him to remain in a crouched position for a long time and perform contortionist-type feats without causing any damage to his spine. Bamf's balance and bodily coordination are all enhanced to superhuman levels. He also possesses superhuman dexterity, being able to manipulate items and fence with either hand and his tail. He lacks his fathers prehensile feet but does have five fingers and toes that let him pass for human easier. He has a prehensile tail, allowing him to grab onto objects with relative ease. His tail is strong enough to not only support his body weight, but also lift an adult man completely off the ground at the same time, and is deft enough to fight with while holding a sword or blunt object. His eyes (which are constantly washed in black) grant him a marked degree of heightened night vision.

Wall crawling: Where his father could blend into the shadows by warping light, he can stick to shadows by an instinctive connection to the home dimension of his father and grandfather. This allows him to fight in a third dimension most others lack but also means he can not cling to an activated ceiling light for example beyond his physical strength.

Superhuman Spatial relation: Lacking his father's teleportation skill, but still keeping an awareness of his surroundings, heightened by the chaos energy of his mother leaves him with a reaction time that sits on par with spiderman's senses.

SKILLS
Trained in the formal art of Ninjutsu by psylocke, he puts his mutant physiology to best use as an infiltrator. He has been taught how to consciously filter out the lightest levels of psychic invasion.

Magic(k): Just as his father had an untapped arcane aptitude for things like the soul sword and his mothers access to ritualistic magic. He brings an entirely new skillset to most teams in charms and spells mostly meant to enhance an objects properties, often adding to someone else's tech for an extra oomph not unlike doctor dooms technomancy.

While a time consuming skill now, that is to say he cant use any spells in combat, only if he has the time to prepare a single spell as an opening salvo. It is to note he keeps a store of occult books and the like. Some real, some just to piss his dad off. His superhuman dexterity makes the sleight of hand as easy as breathing but he does also practice a few practical incantations like sewing glyphs into all of his clothes so they will put themselves away.

Polyglot: Studying arcane magic often means reading indecipherable tomes of long forgotten people, or it might meaning to know the hebrew scripture for the 44 seals of solomon or the Shemhamphorasch needed to activate a Golem. He is capable of speaking most Latin-based and Slavic languages, Hebrew, Aztec, Ancient Egyptian (language and hieroglyphs), Romani and Japanese.

Personality:
For the most part he is happy go lucky jester of the group He has always had a fascination with sleight of hand and stage magic rather than his fathers circus life. On quiet nights he loves to curl up with horrible kung-fu movies and a plate of sushi to pass the time away whenever a girl isn't available. Even being the prodigal son of two great mutants and the grandson of even greater mutants he is still a physical mutant, he can never pass in normal society. As such he has a deep seeded hate for 'pretty' heroes and villains but mostly for fellow mutants who can pass by unseen and will bend over backwards, literally, for those who can't hide themselves. Where his father was a devout Catholic, Magnus has always carried a despise for the church's position on mutants to the point he is a vocal follower of Loki, a 'real god' of Asgard that has put many a hero of earth on their heels.

History:
In another time and another place the mutants lost at Alcatraz. It became a campaign of slaughter on a planet wide level, In that reality, Kurt wagner and wanda maximoff had a child who was born in bloodshed and forced to fight from the time of a child, in time it became evident that they wouldn't survive so they went to the oldest and most powerful enemy they knew, Apocalypse. They agreed to become his newest horsemen if he got their son to safety, The first mutant agreed and sent the teenager to a reality whose other Aubin-sur matched his own temperament and psychic harmonics. The new Apocalypse understood what had been done with a simple letter tattooed int the boys chest, and handed the boy over to Xaviers school anonymously. This Xavier knew the boys past and did all he could to try and help heal a lifetime of war, but healing can't be done if it is unwanted. For years he studied at the academy and learned his lessons to master his powers so they didn't master him but there was too much ill will in his heart to be a member of the x-men. His time as a tool of apocalypse came to pass when the rift occurred, becoming the horseman War for a year as the universe settled down, he was released and Joined S.H.I.E.L.D. for the next six years as an act of atonement for his horrible acts as a horseman.

Note: For six years now, Apocalypse has still has one more day with Magnus under his rule, and so part of him always fears what will happen with just one bad day.
When he is the incarnation of war, His skin darkens to a deep purple while growing bands of thick crimson Lithoderms—coin-wide bone-and-skin growths as hard as stone and his eyes see through the entire arcane spectrum, capable of reading leylines, magic and seeing those invisible or hidden by magic. He gains the power to teleport nearly anywhere on the globe by riding leylines miles at a time, he bears a red sword similar to a lightsaber that cuts through any object by teleporting the molecules one micrometer to the side so that it seems to grind through anything to molecular 'ash'.

X-Men: The Divided

MistressCyanide said Has anyone heard from Ana? I have a feeling she may have left the site altogether but hope I am wrong.

I messaged her a month ago, but no news, a lot of chatter on facebook about people leaving this site for another.

X-Men: The Divided

Do like MC did and list off a few choices.

Star Wars: For a Few Credits More

Mumbin woke up with a barfish belch and looked around. Everyone was gearing up so it was time to get the head in the action, he stole a swig of something someone left half finished and staggered into the cargo bay for his crate of crap. Opening the seal, he was greeted to a leather armor of his people that reeked of, well...reek. Leather armor wouldn't do spit against blaster fire, but then again he's seen stormtroopers fall over from one hit as well like duraplast crabs and he had it modified to hold all his gear without sacrificing movement so he sacrificed protection instead.

"If we go in loud, we have to go out louder, and I got a hangover so can we go nice and quiet, please?"

He winced at his own voice and dropped to his knees when the update blared over the intercom of the at-arrival data update. It felt worse than playing catch with a stun grenade, that was a bad time on Nar Shaddaa with good liquor for the effort. Well since he was on his knees anyways, might as well get changed, Soon enough he was dressed to kill and smelled like the dead.