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To be honest, I liked Jesse's power more than Andy's.

Also, sorry for not responding. Dealt with something crazy shit at the start of the month.
Meanwhile, I'm going to make a former war reporter and make them into the hacker or the distraction.


K A D R I C K S H E L T O N
Thirty-three | Male | 5'5" | AB
General Information

NAME
Kadrick Shelton

PSEUDONYM
Kingslayer

APPEARANCE
Standing at 5'5" and weighting only two hundred pounds...

OCCUPATION
Shelton was a prominent war reporter with ten years of experience under his belt from reporting in several war zones. He got his start in the disgraced Metrochicago with reporting on the Chicago Revolt of 2052 from Midwest News Network. A year after the report, CNN invited him to join the broadcast as a wartime reporter with a decent paycheck to connect. Of course, Shelton accepted the offer and spent five years as the war correspondent while traveling around the world. He has reported on the Third Balkan War, the Isles Revolt, Fall of the EU, and countless other wars and revolts.

But, the one that earned him the nickname of "Kingslayer" was his report on the Mexican Gas Crisis. On 2059, he exposed that both Mexican and American corporations were working with the cartel-run government to gather oil resources for themselves since the world was running out of it. After publishing the story, the National Palace in Mexico City was stormed by angry citizens with weapons. Shortly after, the corpses of President Jonathan Pareja and his family were brought outside to be displayed while the palace was burning in the background. Thus, the Second Mexican Revolution began. And Shelton felt responsible for it.

After leaving behind CNN, Shelton went into freelancing and planned on a living a quiet life in New York City.

Psychological Profile

Extraordinary | Freethinking | Incorruptible | Anxious | Flamboyant | Difficult

VIRTUE
Beneficence...

VICE
Doubt...

PERSONAL GOALS
Other than trying to hide from his past, Shelton hoped of maintaining his new job as a freelance writer while reporting the truth. He also wanted an end to the restless nights over the event...

PERSONAL PHILOSOPHY
WIP...

FEARS
Ever since the first assassination attempt on his life, Shelton hasn't been able to get a good night's rest and has to keep an eye open. It is also the reason why people always see him with a weapon in his possession because he isn't afraid to fight back. But, he is afraid of being surrounded by crowds of people with no option to escape or hide. But, he is more afraid of his secrets being revealed to the whole world. At that point, he would rather be dead than live after all of his secrets have been found. Anarchists are hatred by the entire world especially the corporations. Shelton doesn't doubt one second that a few governments and corporations would want his head after learning of his secrets.

LIKES
History
Marijuana
Video games
Journalism
Writing
Reading

DISLIKES
Authorities
Alcohol
Bullshit
Corruption
Propaganda

QUIRKS
Multilingual, collects stickers and patches, and loves to customize his outfit and helmet.

Background Information

”Character Quote”
WIP...

Operative Information

[R O L E N A M E]


ROLE DESCRIPTION
(Explain your role in the sense of how you came into it. Why are you able to do fulfill it? What applications did it serve in your everyday life? What applications may it have in future operations? Keep your Virtue and Vice in mind when choosing a role.)


POSSESSIONS
(Are there any objects of value that you brought along with you from your previous life into your new life?)


SKILLS
(Feel free to list a few and elaborate a bit. I am not looking for any professional badasses. Remember that to a certain extent, you were just another everyday city-dweller before Gage picked you up. Don’t let me limit you too much, though. Feel free to ask me if you are unsure about something.)


FLAWS
(Aim for three or so. Equal or greater to your number of skills. Try to make them relevant and not just arbitrary things that could never come up. Creating a character with flaws that come out is part of the fun.)


SECRET COUNT
(Here you list the number of SECRETS your character has received throughout the roleplay.


NOTES
WIP
Diana was stuck with no means of escape or help while the bugs were biting her hands. Even know the bitings were intensifying, she was about to stand her ground until she saw lighting coming out of nowhere. Was it Zeus? Diana expected for the God to appear above her, but another teenager greeted her instead. He managed to take out all of the robotic bugs with ease. "So, uh, never thought I’d meet you like this. I’d imagine an autograph session, not an apocalypse. My name’s Static. You got a plan to take down that Stryfe chump, Wonder Woman?"

Static. Another metahuman with the ability to summon lighting. Diana took a quick look at his outfit and saw the little lighting symbol on his shirt. It wasn't like Supergirl's "S," but it was good enough. Then, she checked on her hands and saw the bite marks. She was amazed at the fact the bots had enough strength to leave marks. However, they didn't prevent her from using them. Diana looked back at Static and replied to his introduction. "I honestly don't know, Static. At the moment, nobody has any idea where Stryfe could be. But, let's deal with the infected below and then we can talk. There's something everyone should know about the tower."

Below them were still infected trying to grab their legs. Diana was going to deal with them by using her lasso, but she had an idea. "Static, can you use your powers to deal with the infected without killing them?"
I'm also interested.
Also, I saw that some of you posted second characters. Well, it might be interesting to note that I also have a second character (even comes with its own playlist).




Hey, everyone. I have been gone for the past three days due to the earthquakes that hit California. Long story short, my house (a mobile home built in the 70s) collapsed during the 7.1 earthquake. Nobody, besides me, was inside the house when it collapsed. Besides being shaken up, I wasn't injured during the shaking. My family was also fine. Once the quakes ended and we settled at my sister's boyfriend's house, I posted small updates to the discord server because I wasn't going to have internet for long. Then, we moved into another mobile home that survived the quakes thanks to its earthquake bracing system. I plan on posting short updates Now with that out of the way, I have an announcement regarding the future on this site.

I have decided to stay on. To be honest, being on here and writing is one of the things that's going help me get through my current situation. So, Wonder Woman is here to stay! I will be catching up on the IC later on this day. So, it feels good to be back.


Dakota, Michigan
Present

Issue #1.00
𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗣𝗨𝗡𝗜𝗦𝗛𝗘𝗥

"I'm sorry, but he died on the way."

That was what the doctor told James Pierce after his surgery. The news left him feeling numb. He had thought that he was going to break down and start crying loudly. Just like in those sappy movies that Cole always watched. Then again, Pierce wasn't normal, unlike his lover. Cole never deserved to be gunned down in broad daylight. He worked hard to achieve a bachelor's degree in English while working. And his friends and family loved and cared about him. In fact, his entire family was at the hospital, grief-stricken over the news. Yet, they still took their time to visit Pierce.

He felt like he didn't deserve vistiors.

Only forty-eight hours since he woke up that the authorities planned on releasing footage of the shooting. Pierce was glued to the small screen waiting for something significant to be revealed. After a lengthy press conference, the footage was shown briefly of Pierce and Cole walking together in the downtown area. He remembered how Cole was so excited to be outside. Then, the murder appeared behind them with a pistol hidden behind him. That was when the fucker's face was shown. Just before he fired several shots at them. Before he killed... Without thinking, Pierce grabbed his phone and took a picture of that scumbag.

Then, he got out of the hospital and started getting undressed. Both the doctor and nurses protested the decision, but nobody was going to prevent him from leaving. Pierce left the hospital without trouble and immediately dialed a number.

<"Hey, I need a favor.">

<"Pierce? Is that you?">

<"Yes, it's me. Look, I need you to look up someone from me. Can you do that?">

<"I thought you were getting married to that fellow down south?">

<"I'm not in the mood, David. I will send you a picture of someone. And you will search for everything about him, got it?">

<"Sounds serious. Let me see how you are doing over there. I heard-">

<"David.">

<"-it's a great place to start a family. After all, it was rated number-">

<"... David?">

<"I didn't know... I'm sorry, James. I.. I will get on it now.">

<"Thanks.">

The call ended with silence for Pierce. David was a good person, but he didn't know when to shut up and listen. On the bright side, it meant that he was going to get his info quicker than usual. But, he had to wait back at home. Pierce spent fifteen minutes walking home alone with his thoughts. Of course, he was trying to make sense of Cole's death. Of all the people in the world, why did it have to be you, Cole? I should have died instead. Nobody would have missed me. Hell, my family never cared. But I will be there for your family, and I will kill your murder. That's a promise.

After walking for an extra few minutes, Pierce looked up and saw the home that Cole wanted to live in. It cost a fortune, but it was worth every cent. A front yard with the white picket fence and the perfect backyard for birthday parties and BBQs during holidays. Better than a cramped apartment. Now, it was a haunting reminder of the future that Pierce will never have. He unlocked the front door and slowly entered the house. The quietness felt out of place. Cole never was the one to enjoy the calm, always planning some kind of party or gathering. And he was good at it.

Pierce sat down on the couch and pulled out his phone. The lock screen was a photo of him and Cole at a friend's dinner party. He already missed him. Once the phone was unlocked, Pierce checked on new messages for friends that were filled with heartfelt condolences. He tried to read every single one of them. But then, David called. Pierce knew that he had found something on the killer and answered without hesitation. He heard some laughter coming from David. Next, he announced much needed good news.

<"Found the fucker.">



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