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@The Kid Lantern Which era of gotham are we in? is it more like the 90's animated series or arkahm knight?

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Secret ID:
Hero Zabat
Alias:
Hephestus
Age:
19
Home Location:
Midway City
Powers:
Technopathy/Technomancy:
As the son of the god of smiths, he has an innate understanding of how things work and how to reproduce them. IF it is made by man on this earth, then he can make it or replicate it. Unfortunately, this skill does not extend to alien tech as that is outside the sphere of influence of his father. However, humans that have reverse engineered alien tech he can understand and replicate.
Divine body:
Son of a god has its advantages, Superhuman strength, speed, agility, durability, endurance, and reflexes equal to double those of his current limits.
Weaknesses:
Being of divine blood means that magic spells are twice as effective against him. Even with the physical boost, he's very unskilled in any of the usual heroic ways. No martial arts, no assassin training, not a former thief. He's a geek who can get hit by a car and only have broken bones instead of die.
Equipment:

Forgefriend:

A gift from his bloodline, with one head, it helps him forge items much quicker than any modern marvel does. With the other head, he can break down objects to their base components usually in the form of flaking falling away like rust off of an iron hull. He started with just a pound, but with training in knowing evermore of what things are made of, he can shed ten pounds of one element with each blow, destroying some items to powder and weakening others with each strike. (example: he can touch a pocket watch and reduce it to powder or hit a brick wall (Average red brick is 4.5 lbs
Silica (sand) – 50% to 60% by weight
Alumina (clay) – 20% to 30% by weight
Lime – 2 to 5% by weight
Iron oxide – ≤ 7% by weight
Magnesia – less than 1% by weight
If he called for silica, he could remove half the elements of 4 bricks and significantly reduce the strength of such that a hole would easily be made by the same hammer blow)

Aegis apron:
Not really the mythical aegis, but this apron and these gloves are utterly immune to heat and fire including lava.
Cherubs' chain:
Chainmail made of 34G titanium wire links one 64th of an inch wide on a 1-in-6 pattern. It is supple as cloth, but almost completely bulletproof and acts like a faraday cage against electricity.
Tow truck:
While not the most glamorous of vehicles, its got he massive horsepower needed to drag a semi or pull a gate off is hinges, plenty of panels to hide equipment without needing secret compartments, and tow trucks are so common that it is nearly invisible.

Appearance:

Personality:
Fun-loving with a strong work ethic. He is constantly curious as to how things work and as such is always touching things to use his god given talent to gain a more intimate understanding. His social skills could use some work, as he connects with things more easily than people. He's got some daddy issues and would do anything to protect his mom, not that she needs it.

Password: Gnarkk
BRIEF Bio:
His mom was a grease monkey who inherited the garage from her dad and worked her way from holistic repairs to custom jobs. She got a custom job from this gorgeous 20 something veteran with 'hair like copper wire and a prosthetic leg' who wanted her to use her mechanical skill to make a fully functional replacement leg. Cybernetics were not her thing, but she took it as a challenge to make a 'functional sculpture' using only her automotive skills.

When he came for the commission, he was so awe struck a her skill that he set his sights on her. Lavishing her with gifts of a new workshops worth of equipment that she eventually gave into his advances. Nine months later, Hero was born and her Patron was gone. She wasn't mad, it was not like he was the first absent baby-daddy on her block.

Fast forward about two decades and the awkward motor-head teen who's into the ancient greeks and renaissance fairs gets a package in the mail around his birthday. Inside is a hammer, apron, and gloves. "Sorry I haven't been there for you, hope you can change the world. -Dad." When he picked up he hammer and put on the gear, A lot of things suddenly made sense. Most notably when the UPS guy who dropped off the package is suddenly bigbird.

As the messenger, he took an hour to the side to explain what he was and what his limits are. He is still mortal, and he's not the only demigod to slip through the cracks. Keep a low profile and he wont be a huge target like wonder woman, and no, forget those Percy Jackson books. He gave the boy a one-time burn phone to call for a teacher. He was floored who picked up the other end of the phone.

Notes:
This character is meant to become something similar to STEEL from superman, but with a semi-magical bend. He's not the front line fighter, but he's the one who makes he gadgets or upgrades the designs.

Sample Post:
Brrrt, brrrt, brr-"Yes commissioner?" "umm this isn't the commisioner-"Who are you? How did you get this number!" He jumped at the sudden authority in the voice, this dude was scary!

"My name is Hero, I was given this number by, ummm, wonder womans cousin?" The screwed up face was audible as even he had a hard time believing what he was saying. "I don't know who you are, but if you are going to try prank calling the justice leauge, you might as well know Tymascerians have no males, use wikipedia!"

He tried to hang up, but the line would not disconnect. diagnostic would reveal that there was an unusual energy signal in the radio transmission that not only force him to stay on the line, but pinpointed his location in half the time his computers usually took. He wanted to be found.

"I'm not Thermal-scary-anne, he's not that kind of cousin...I called you, I need your help, please."

For a long time, he had thought the line had been cut before the voice spoke up softer but just as threatening.

"We'll see. Get your stuff and get on the 9:15 to Gotham, ticket is waiting for you... Hero."

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So that's... four heavy hitting "Super strength" people we've had now. I feel like this team is becoming a one-trick pony.

@Double

Actually, not so much for him, his 'super strength' is double of an average person, great for changing tires, but nothing otherworldly. He has no combat training besides brawl-ish hitting people with a wrench. He's taking the tech/gadget path.

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YAY! so where should I fit in?

🦄 Duplicity - D&D Style Fantasy Rp Adventure (Completed)

Lob

Location: The Stockades
Interacting With: Everyone that is at the stockades

"Sundros, help Lob and ensure he has enough to fill his belly. I have words for the constable. Ash, stay with Lob."
"Good Lob. Put that cloak on, Lob be not naked. Let's go and get you some food. Lob Eat? yes eat, Yumm Yumm."

Lob was grateful for the cloak and put it over his shoulders, sideways. He followed out with the cleric leading him and pantomiming for food. This lead Lobs considerable nose up and loping off in the direction of where the food was once coming from. He circled around to the back of the tavern and sniffed about at their refuse bins, pawing at sacks and buckets to look for mere morsels like the bone Ash had brought him. (Assumably) The shaman guided him away from the making of pigslop to the front entrance before lob dug his feet in.

Lob stink, lob in, in smell bad. Yell at lob. Lob wash. Wash now, yum next.

Casting eyes about, he spotted the rain barrel beside the front door and lifted the 250 or so of water with both hands and *BLOOSH!* Now sopping wet, as well as her cloak, he smiled to the priest and went inside with the barrel left on its side. Now inside the eatery he could see lots of little yellow candles burning but his nose, strong enough to track like a dog, could smell the many befoulments that plagued this place. He neared he fireplace and scooped up handfuls of ash and began to scrub himself in them to dry off and break his own scent.

"Smell bad, bad belly dwarf butt."

He sat by the fire and continued to clean himself as out of the way as he could, looking around for any leftover food as Ash curled up before the fire to rest.

🦄 Duplicity - D&D Style Fantasy Rp Adventure (Completed)

TOTALLY MY BAD!

There we go, quick and dirty but it gets us going.

X-Men: The New Era

4 days and I finally posted! ^_^

I had a lot of it worked out, then over the weekend I asked one of my friends to help walk me through the fight and so we choreographed the scene. Were I a smarter man we would have simply videotaped it and posted it up for all to see. :P

X-Men: The New Era

Ever since the first incident, Alex had been keeping his tomahawk on his hip for every training session. He had also been logging in more than a few hours with the danger room in his free time. He did grab "The Art Of War" On the first day and had been drilled on the lessons by storm. Moral Law, Heaven, Earth, Commander, Discipline. Five fingers to make a striking fist or a guiding hand. This was a lesson to add to his preparation mentality.

Moral law, laws of the land and rules of engagement as well as the people who support the ruler. Heaven is the seasons and the weather with lighting as well as direction of the sun. Earth is the environment around you as well as the distance between you and your enemy, the ground beneath you with the walls and objects beside you to use to your advantage or negate from their advantage. Commander was the reflection of wisdom of the enemy, sincerity in their belief of their actions, benevolence in their discipline, courage against all opposition and strictness in their expectations. Discipline was the ability to dole out commands then trust in others ability to follow through and adjust as needed to accomplish the orders given.

Breathe, count to five. Morals, fighting a rendition of yourself. Heaven, closed roof with calm internal temperature and overhead lighting. Earth, mats, climbing rope, bleacher, basketball hoops on either side ten feet off the ground secured to the walls enemies and each other. Commander, Absolute. Discipline, overly focused.

The Robo-Hawk came at Alex in full force with thumbs aimed for his eyes. He grabbed at the wrists and was horrified at the power he was facing off against. He had never dealt with someone else of his power level except for that one time the Russian slapped him on the back, even the lizard from a few days ago wasn't as strong as this robotic rival who had no mental limiter to pull punches. Blinding gouges became a gash on the forehead as he fell back and dropped to a crouch while curling feet then planting on its belly before kicking off with ALL his strength.

"Buddy-up, switch partners. We are a team, we are alway a team. We fight our demons together!"

He had hoped to slam the robot into the wall but it twisted about in the air as expertly as he would to land in a crouch on top of the basketball frame. This not only had his strength, but speed and agility as well. All with its lack of his morals or limits.

~Ah crap!~

Alex's tomahawk was in his hand as it leapt into the air, only for the droid to form one in its hand as well as it was coming down with its full force. He dropped back into a roll as the hatchet was buried as deep as it would go where he was once standing. Alex used the crouch from the roll to coil and spring himself back to safety as it pressed on. He couldn't run forever so he had to switch to offensive.

Crouched down at the edge of the mats, his greyscale came at him again just for him to throw the topmost mat up to break line of sight and threw himself up behind it, he axe came down for split the stuffing and that is when he hooked his own hatched behind its hammerhead. His right arm was on the hachet as his left arm rested above to protect his face, when he pulled back with his right arm he slammed forward with his left, using the full force of both directions to put his whole upper body into the strike. The hit connected with the replicated face and the force was enough to rip the weapon out of the others hands to fly up and sever one of the hanging lights to fall with a crash near one of the students.

The Powahatan powerhouse was probably the only one here with a black belt worth of training, but this was his first fight against someone where his new powers meant nothing. As the arm strike to the face connected, android arms wrapped around his as it began the textbook shoulder throw. He barely managed to twist his arm against type to put the crook of his elbow into its shoulder, it would tweak his shoulder but it was better than shattering his humorous.

As he went flying overhead he used the momentum to his advantage as he went with the throw, As Mr. Pierce had shown them, to not only mitigate the fall damage as well as bring himself around to hook the hatchet into the others belt and pull himself in closer. This would not only severely adjust the center of gravity, but it also reversed the throw into his own as its head would now come crashing down. End over end the two rolled as this became a matter of grappling checks.

Lock, strike, grasp, counter, release, reverse, strike, throw. The two sprang up again with clearly forming bruises and more than a few cuts. It grew a new hatchet and came in again as Alex switched hands to mirror himself.

Its left handed chop was met with his right elbow to its knuckles but the wrist continued to drop as it could still function to catch his right arm and slice the edge down his radial artery. He screamed as it lifted the skin but did not hook his hose. Dropping the axe, he caught it with is free left hand in a reverse grip and brought it in a killing backhand to cut out its jugular. The backhand was blocked by its right palm strike to his ulnar bone and he stabbed down with the top into its right kneecap which forced it to buckle down and he brought his arm back up again hooking the jawbone under the beard of the ax.

It punched under his ribs into he soft meat to keep him from tearing its head off and so he brought the hammer head down on the crook of its elbow to diffuse he power of the strike then brought the arm into a weak backhand to cut out its right eye just as its own axe stopped inches from under his right arm near the ribcage as it shut down.

Alex's arm was bleeding like a sieve As he dropped to a squat and tore up his already ruined shirt to make an emergency tourniquet to stop the bleeding. He bit down on the cloth as he pulled to tighten it to the point of purple as he did not know the severity of the wound. This gave him jus a moment to try and slow his breathing and in turn his heart rate to see how everyone else was doing.

"Danny! I don't suppose you have any horsetail plants to grow, do you?" The plant in question is a natural anti-inflammatory, antibacterial, antimicrobial, antioxidant, coagulant and more. He hadn't had a chance to sit down with him to discuss all the possibilities of having their own medicinal herb garden.

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