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Juro Was standing outside the building in full combat armor, no mask, nice coat over it all and a kevlar umbrella as an attachment to his assault rifle. He walked alongside the botanical baron from the door to the waiting town car where another him sat in the drivers seat reading up on conversational Spanish. Number one opened the door for their leader and closed it behind him before taking his seat in the divers door, merging with himself and gaining the information of his eavesdropping along with the topical layout of the doors vantage point. 

"Did things go well, sir?

Sitting across from the leader was yet another him reading, 'The once and future king'. A mile away one of him was in a tree with a dragunov rifle watching and waiting while listening to 'War And Peace' in Russian. Ever since the Mortician saved him and helped him develop his powers, He learned that he gains the information of his other selves, now he is information addicted. As an exercise, he constantly keeps himself as divided as possible in his down time learning ten to twenty skills at once. When he becomes whole, he retains the amassed knowledge and each other self has the improved knowledge when divided again. He once read a twenty chapter math book in an hour by splitting up and each one took a chapter, when they all came together, it made perfect sense.

'Driver' took off down the road as 'king' listened to their boss, saving his place in his book for another one to pick up later while he tried to be of some comfort to the conversation that did not go too well. It was understood that they were different ideals, he has read Williams book "finding the light' and understood the pretenses enough, but Juro felt that Light's philosophy was like that of John Lennon, Martin King, John Kennedy, Mahatma Gandhi, Harvey Milk. All of them tried to support unity and togetherness, they were all assassinated.

Name:
Betsy(he lost a bet) Bluesun

Alias:
Bootstrap

Gender:
Male

Age:
40/200

Team:
Omega League

Powers:
His physiology is based off of a world with double the gravity of this realm, seeming to give him twice the strength someone of his size should have (capable of clean and pressing 800 lbs over his head) 

He is an engineer in his realm capable of amazing feats of technology... But none of the tech he grew up with exists yet! Its like being Scotty from 2271 trapped in 1985, aside from inventing transparent aluminum, he has to sit on his arse and wait for events to occur to bring them to his level.

Physical Description:
4' and 200 lbs. He is half again as wide as most other earthlings. Because of their blue sun, he can see down into the ultraviolet spectrum.


Costume:
Power suit: his uniform that interfaces with his ride. 

His ride, 16 feet tall and 16 tons. Capable of lifting 160 tons overhead. (freight train engine is 150 tons)
His suit once came with dozens of nifty items and gadgets for fighting back... but none of the power sources exist here, nor might they ever. 

Items/Weapons:
With his power suit on, his strength doubles (capable of clean and pressing 1600 lbs. over his head). And reduces his own effect on the earths gravitation field giving the effect of superhuman jumping

In both his personal and the mecha. He uses a graviton gun, capable of temporarily raising or lowering an objects gravitational pull to a larger object(the earth). 
Personality:
Insatiably inquisitive, he started reverse engineering alien tech and has kept on today trying to learn this times technology.
This inquisitive nature leads to the oposite of xenophobia to Xenohilia

Origin:
Genetically engineered with alien tech

Background history:
It's the year 3000-ish. All previous history has been wiped away in the wars.
Humanity was circling the drain, earth had about 100 years left before human life would be unable to sustain it.
Then the aliens came to finish off the job we started.
Now with a unified enemy, we fought back for the earth and the chance for somewhere new.
We won, but the solar system lost. The hive mother-ship flew into the sun, turning it blue.
The shift in Solar gravity and the gravity weapons of the enemy ships, had sped up earths rotation, much like the dinosaurs, survival depended on a smaller species. 
Genetic engineering bred a new type of human to survive in this new world, but some decided this world was not worth living in.
They took one of their soldiers and sent him back into the past to prevent the alien invasion, but this created a temporal causality loop:
If he prevents the aliens from coming, then he will never be engineered to be sent back to the past. At best, he is playing on borrowed time. At worst, any engineered tech from what he leaves behind will be used to prevent the aliens from coming, tech that wont be available unless the aliens come, that wont be available if the aliens are repelled... This is bootstrap paradox.

When he arrived, it was in the middle of the last great battle of the Omega League, his tech helped turn the tide, but he had exhausted almost all of the resourced in that fight. He was made an honorary member, only for the league to disband. He's spent the last decade and a half both trying to get used to the limits of this time and prepare them for what is to come.

Name:
Juro Jacobson

Alias: 
Squad

Gender:
Male

Age:
35

Team:
Faction of Brothers

Powers:
Juro creates an identical physical living duplicate of himself, possibly via extradimensional mass acquisition similar to the process used by Ant-Man or the Hulk. Although he can create multiple duplicates, and the duplicates themselves can also replicate, each is only able to create one duplicate at a time; he has been seen to produce around ten duplicates before no more would be created and then those ten can make ten more for 21 total. The duplicates think, feel, and act independently, though usually guided by the original. Each tends to manifest one aspect of Juro's personality, which increases in strength with lengthier separation from the original; these traits have recently become more extreme. Juro is telepathically and empathically linked to his duplicates, suffering severe trauma if one dies. Juro can "reabsorb" his duplicates, gaining their new knowledge and skills. Similarly, he will acquire any physical injury - though not any actual toxin - from a duplicate; symptoms are typically lessened by half during absorption. This means any time one of his selves would receive a life threatening wound, it is a risk to absorb himself if he could survive the trauma or not or weigh it versus the mental trauma of one of his selves dying while linked. If Juro himself were killed, it is not known whether any existing duplicates would continue to function independently; it is virtually impossible to distinguish the original from the duplicates.

Physical Description:

6'2" eyes of blue. He's covered in a massive amount of scars and has a tattoo of 13 stripes //// //// /// on his arm
Costume:


Items/Weapons:

His preferred weapon is his 5.56X45 bullpup with 40mm grenade launcher. A particular trick of his is to load the tube, replicate to his maximum number and give the opposition a 21 grenade salute.
While it looks high tech, it is nothing much more than an upgraded machine gun with a grenade attachment. 
  
Eight inches of steel with a brutal hook.

A versatile gun capable of the 45 long colt, the 454 casull and the 410 shotgun without any adjustments. A reliable sidearm with no chance to leave behind any shell casings. He had the barrel replaced with Picatinny fittings.  
Personality:
He used to be a red-white and blue american, but now his heart has gone black with they way people are treated. Vets who give their lives sleep in alleyways while billions are spent on military spending. Mutants who have no choice to their lives, who could change the world, are being treated like monsters. 

Origin:
Mutant

Background history:
Third generation of marines or medics who became doctors. His great-grandfather was a Doctor in Germany who did not like what he saw coming so he came to America where he became an American citizen, joined he Army as a medic, and went back to Germany with an a platoon. After the war he settled down in he states and practiced medicine until the day he died. During veitnam, Juro's grandfather was a corpsman in the navy for his career until grandfathers passing where he took on the family practice. Juro's father was a marine in Desert Storm, the first and only one to die in duty.

He was raised by his mother and grandfather and joined the Navy at 17. He did his 4 years to become a corpsman in the navy with a lot of previous practice leading up. By 21 he still had not 'manifested' when he finished his first tour and reenlisted as a Marine like his dad did to be with a favored platoon.

He was on patrol with his naval tour friends when an IED went off. There was only so much he could do but three were dying, One's carotic was cut, another was lanced through the lung and the third was trapped under a tire. Three men needed his help and his mind was tearing himself apart trying to save any of them he wasn't saving any of them. He NEEDED an extra set of hands, he could see what he needed to do, he could see it perfectly how each person would be saved. What seemed like helacious hours was actually only a few minutes, One died but he saved two, and looked up to see six of himself.

In the first portion of his life, he had never experienced any true traumas, and even his first tour was 23 hours of boredom a day and treating heat exhaustion or self inflicted stupidity. Call him a late bloomer, but now his mutant gene went off and nothing could ever be the same. He knew how bad mutants got treated in the states, hunted, registered. families shamed and children disowned... he couldn't do that to his family, so he switched dogtags with one of his dead squadmates, and opened fire across the face, ruining the teeth to prevent dental recognition and burning the hands with the flaming tire.

He went AWOL, better to be thought dead then dishonored. A month of tracking across nothing and he came to an oasis that wasent on any map. There he met the plant manipulator who would change his life.

Name:
He was buried as Richard Pluto

Alias:
Necron (Formerly Highlander)

Gender:
Male

Age:
855

Team:
Zeta Squad (Formerly Omega League)

Powers:
Necromancy- Self explanatory. The users can control and manipulate corpses and dead flesh to any degree. They can use dead flesh to act as replacements for severed limbs or hurl corpses at their opponents as a form of attacks.
Immortality- Necron is extremely hard to kill, since he is essentially already dead. Only the total disintegration of his body can permanently kill him. His limbs, if torn off, can be reattached or, in time, grow back. He does not feel pain and is immune to disease, poison, and radiation.
Photographic memory- he has perfect recollection of eight and a half centuries to fall back upon.
He was a skilled swordsman at one time, one of the best. But with his new 'life' he has not picked up a sword, yet.

Physical Description:

6' and 150-200 lbs depending on the day. His golden eyes still shine with vibrant life as his body rots all around him.

Costume:


Items/Weapons:
Relying more on his immortality than anything, he carries a single 1911 on his hip and his costume is completely fireproof, its not like asbestos is going to kill him now.

Personality:
What used to be a swashbucklers humor is now grim and gallowsgrin. He's plagued with bouts of doubt and rage and a suicidal desire to die he can not grant.

Origin:
Immortal (from the highlander show/movie)

Background history:
Lets start with how he died... He was the swashbuckler of the Omega league, their heart and moral compass. He was also utterly immortal unless another immortal cut off his head. Well, in the final fight, he was gilled by an immortal, but not decapitated. He had his head cut off by a helicopter blade, but the other immortal held his head on his shoulders as his heart was pulled out of his chest. Twisting, corrupting, ruining the ancient laws of the quickening. 

Ten years later, he awoke, locked in the mermans labs as his body had been disected a thousand times trying to unlock his immortality. He managed to pull himself together, literally, but he wasn't the same. He'd gone mad with the corruption of the ritual and a decade screaming in his head to the nothingness. 

Eventually, he stopped screaming and stared laughing.

Name:
Tohi Lee
Alias:
Chi-tah 
Gender:
Male
Age:
33/333 (explained later)
Team:
The Assassins.
Powers:
Feline physiology:
Night vision, scent, 30 foot standing jump, superhuman agility and balance
Superhuman speed: 
He operates at ten times the speed of a peak athletic human. He can run a mile in 30 seconds giving him a speed of 120MPH. He can act, react, and strike at ten times the speed of other black belts(world record is 347 punches in one minute, assume average 300 for peak martial art athlete, divide by 60 is 5 strikes in one second. He can land 50.)
Demonic endurance: 
Between the feline physiology and the decaplexed speed, he had heal wounds in one tenth the time of others and burns through pharmaceuticals almost too quickly to be of any use.

Physical Description:

6'6" 210 on a long, lean frame. Yes he has claws
Costume:

Items/Weapons:
He carries two of these weapons, able to go from police baton/tonfa to nunchuck in less than a second with his speed.


Personality:
Impulsive, brash, catty. Cocky to the point of overconfident and refusing to admit when he's wrong.

Origin:
Demon possession

Background history:
Tohi Lee was a good old southern boy from Tennessee, his grandfather had faced the troubles of being an immigrant Japanese after world war two, it didn't get much better after the Korean war or Veitnam war. So he abandoned most of their Asian trappings and even paid for the surgery to widen his families eyes. It was as much an act of shame as it was needed to survive...Then Bruce Lee came out and everyone was all about martial arts, including his son, Tohi's father. 
In almost a flip reversal, he tried to turn their Japanese family Chinese instead and started going by Li instead of the family name of Ri (management) which eventually became 'Lee' because of some bad paperwork. But Ri,Li or Lee, they were still Japanese people living in the south, and all that implies. His grandfather and father both taught Tony/Tohi(spruce) how to defend himself and he was enlisted in one of the few Karate studios established back in the 80's While his dad worked as a mechanic to pay the bills. Well you can't work on cars in the south and not be a race fan, it's a rule. So one year he saves up his income tax return and takes the family to see the Indianapolis 500! Instead of Disney world...thanks dad.
Depressed about having to watch cars go in circles, he was caught completely unaware when a superhuman crisis occurred. Someone summoned a demon in the Indy 500, a speed demon.


This cat ran circles around the drivers in their cars and caused massive chaos, exploding cars, burning fuel, screaming people, and a dying demon caught up in the crash next to a boy who would not make the next minute. They struck a deal of desperation; it would ride in the boy and give him all the powers he possessed. But after 333 years, three mortal lifetimes, the demon would be free again and the boy would go to hell. Or, he could die here, un-confessed, with sins on his soul, and go to hell now.

Hoping to earn enough brownie points in the next three hundred years, he agreed. And as soon as he pulled himself from the wreckage, he got locked up for being mistaken as the speed demon that caused the damage in the first lace, technically a half truth. He was immediately arrested and put into the 'redeemers' of the assassins.

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