Maxx

Quick Question

Okay, so i just posted a roleplay called City of Gold, and, coming from a place where codes and such were much simpler, stupidly put the "OOC" in the title of the roleplay, forgetting that this site splits every roleplay into two. Could someone possibly cut the OOC out of the title please?

City of Gold

Eeexcellent. I'm glad you two are on board.

Love you too shade.

City of Gold OOC

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City of Gold OOC

Jazzy said
Same as Allen here said, I'm a fellow Co-GM for anyone who wants to join's reference. I'm also a Co-GM in Academy 218. If anyone needs any assistance from me or any of the staff in either of the RP, shoot me or your staff member of choice a PM. But you all should probably PM me because Maxx and Allen are scrubs.

Surely you mean yourself and Allen are scrubs.

City of Gold

January 16, 2006. Mendel, Louisiana.

He remembered the fire, the sweltering heat and the smoke that wrapped around his throat like a noose and choked the air from his lungs. Oh, the smoke; the smoke may have been the worst of the entire ordeal, worse than the heat or dryness or the blinding light that singed his corneas and penetrated into the deepest recesses of his memory banks. It was the smoke that lunged at Peter's eyes like a hundred-headed viper and clogged his throat and made him beg to a God he didn't know existed for mercy. Trapped under the burning beam that night, he swore he saw someone standing above him, staring down with a mixture of pity and disgust. You have lived poorly he could hear it say You have been nothing to society but a nuisance, and this is your reward; this is Hell. He screamed for help with the remaining air left in his lungs and clawed desperately at the beam across his chest as the figure stared from up above. The smoke appeared as robes around his killer's obscure face.

Peter begged for mercy. He wailed at the tops of his lungs, but no one came. All of his friends had deserted him. Who would blame them? He hoped that they didn't dare to come to his side and save him, for if they did, perhaps they too would meet the eyes of the shadowy man. Something primordial in his gut told Peter that this man was Death, but he knew better; it was not the eyes of any grim reaper that stared down at his burning face; it was the condescending glare of his father. Oh, Peter. the figure said to him You have always been such a screwup. This doesn't surprise me. He heard more cracking from the ceiling. Another beam came tumbling, just barely missing Peter's head and crushing the floor below him. As he fell, the figure continued to stare, following him through the smoke.

What a damned screwup you were, boy! A screwup! Peter screamed, and the world turned away from him.

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Blood splattered on an asphalt road. Shattered glass and twisted metal littered the street, and the remains of a motorcycle smoked in a burning heap. The car hadn't even bothered to stop. She lay in a pool of her own blood, her hands desperately pressed against her thoat to staunch the bleeding. Oh, my God. she thought to herself So. Much. Blood. Oh, my God. Oh, my God. Oh my God. I'm dying. Oh my God no please. I'm dying there's no-ohmygod-stop, please stop bleeding. Her chest heaved as the clung onto life, attempting to block the waterfall of blood pouring from her carotid artery. The sirens in the distance whirred and pulsed in her beating eardrums, but she knew they would be too late. She was a dead woman if one had ever existed. The pain was gone now; her heart now pumped adrenaline like octane fuel, and as she clutched her bleeding throat she began to pull herself out of the road with her left arm. If only it would work now. If only...

She began to disintegrate before her eyes. Her skin smoked like the fires of Hell, and soon she found herself weightless. She was floating high above the city, high above the scene of the crime. She could see that the vehicle that had caused her all this pain. And she hated. But now was not the time for hatred. She stared across the Mississippi River, above the burning buildings and rioters in the streets, over to the hospital. She willed herself to catch a passing breeze, and the zephyr pushed her across the water and closer to her destination. Slowly she descended, the dust that was her body spinning around her like a twister. She came to rest at the door of the emergency room, and rematerialized. The blood began to flow again, and she blacked out.

November 8, 2014

Once more the streets of Mendel burned and screams emanated from every alleyway and window. They stood about twenty yards apart, weapons drawn and ready to fight. Whisper stood at the ready, her sword in hand and in striking position. A red bandana tied around her neck like a choker hit the wounds from all those nights before. That time was over; now it was time to prevent it from happening again. Across from her, Skeleton crossed his arms across his chest. Behind the protective veil of his skull balaclava, he was composed, confident, and ready for his revenge. It was her fault that he was like this, that he could not show his face. She caused these scars, not a phantom in the dust. He balled his fists, and stomped at the earth. The asphalt below his foot cracked. A car not far away exploded, and more screams echoed down the street.

"It ends here!" he yelled, his raspy voice resonating in his heaving chest. Whisper remained silent, choosing to speak with her blade rather than her damaged voice. Vocal chord damage, no cure. She closed her eyes gently, and vanished into dust. Skeleton waited, his eyes, hidden behind the sunglasses, following the trail of dust as she reappeared above him, her sword held above her like the scythe of Death Himself. Skeleton swung a bonecrushing uppercut towards the sword, and the two met in the middle. The screech of metal could be heard streets over. The battle had begun.

From the makers of Academy 218 comes City of Gold, a war for vengeance in a world of unforgiving hatred. Two rival gangs, one city of freaks. Blood has been spilled, and now it must be paid for.

Academy 218 - Superhuman School (Always open)

Hello homies. It is I, Maxx, bringing you important news. With Allen's help, I have written a new metahuman roleplay in the 218 universe. Check it out here.

City of Gold Character Storage Vault

Basic Information

Name: Amber Kiyoshi
Nickname/Alias/Etc: Whisper
Gender: female
Age: 28
Height: 5’3”
Weight: 110
Faction: Vanguard

Appearance

Hair Color: Whisper’s hair is a very dark red, almost brown, with a streak of purple and white on the left side. It is cut in a short bob.
Eye Color: Black, like the eyes of many Asian people are.
Ethnicity: ½ Japanese, ½ English
Physical Appearance: Whisper is a small girl with a thin, toned frame. She’s small and dangerous, with an appearance that reminds one of Bruce Li (though not quite as ripped). She’s an attractive girl, with bright eyes and rounded features, but her stern, harsh glare and laser-focused features make her seem foreboding and intimidating. Whisper’s eyebrows always look angry, and her eyes seem cold and deadly serious. Her smile appears as if it is lacking something, like a gem without a shine. She has small ears, one of which sticks out slightly from under her hair, and a soft, round nose. Whisper’s hair curves around her face like curtains on a stage, setting off her facial features just right. The streak in her hair travels along the left side of her bangs and comes down to end the curtain on the left side. No one really knows why Whisper has this, as vanity is normally not something that she capitalizes on, but most have come to believe that she just likes it there. Whisper’s throat is spanned by a jagged crimson scar left behind by a sizeable shard of broken glass. Whisper gets her nickname from this, as the shard that caused the scar permanently damaged her vocal cords, causing her voice to become quiet and hoarse. There is a small cut just above her left temple that blends into her hair. Whisper's voice is deeper than one would think, and is very weak; it's hard to hear what she's saying usually. She generally sounds like she has a bad sore throat.
Despite her rough lifestyle, Whisper’s body is rather well-kept, with few bad scars besides the one on her neck. The only other scar of prominence on her body, besides a small incision on her abdomen made when she had her appendix taken out, is a scar that goes across her right heel, near her achilles. She’s not your typical street-scum, and has good hygiene. Her nails are always perfectly cut, but are never polished; Whisper sees such things as needless vanity. The only tattoo on Whisper’s body is one on her left shoulder of The Crossed Keys, the symbol of the Vanguard.

Attire: Whisper more-or-less wears the same outfit every day, with a few different color variations. She wears a plain-color tee shirt, usually white, with a pair of jeans and her jacket. The jacket fits almost perfectly, cutting off about an inch below her waist while not being tight enough to suggest any sort of catsuit or sexually-arousing leather clothing. The jacket is tan in coloration, with the crossed keys on the back in gold and trimmed in white. The inside of the jacket is lined with a zip-out cream-colored fur lining which keeps Whisper warm when it’s cold. The jacket always contains several shurikens in an inside pocket. Another quintessential piece of Whisper’s wardrobe is her bandana; it is a normal red bandana that is tied around her neck like how cowboys used to wear them in the wild west. If she wishes to, she can pull it up to cover her nose and mouth, but normally she allows it to rest on her collarbone, where its shape is reminiscent of some sort of collar. She wears tan combat boots on her feet and a tan leather belt around her waist. On Whisper’s right wrist is a black Japanese bracelet made of polished wood beads. The Japanese symbol for strength is carved into one of the beads. Around her neck is a new addition to the Vanguard wardrobe that she is attempting to usher in; dog tags held on a leather cord.

Personality

Outward & Innate Personality: Friends of Whisper often jokingly refer to her as two people: Amber and Whisper. When nothing perilous is happening, Amber is a fairly civil and sociable person. You won't find her partying hard, but she likes hanging out with the other Vanguard members. It’s not uncommon to see Whisper sitting at a local bar or restaurant with a few other Vanguards, sharing a beer or a meal. She’s very quiet due to her throat issues, however, so many people take her quiet listening as antisocialness. Amber very rarely speaks, and when she does, it is very, very quiet, so people often speak for her (this is one of Mamba’s many uses). She’s a fairly open person, and despite her lack of talking is actually pretty interesting to talk to. She texts a lot (because it doesn’t require speaking), and has a good memory (because she’s forced to be a good listener).
Then Amber Kiyoshi becomes Whisper. Many people have concluded from her behaviour that Whisper is bipolar, as her personality seems to shift dramatically into a sort of attack mode when something sets her off. Normally, this “something” is some kind of threat to her security, like hearing footsteps behind her in a dark alley or a gunshot. When in this form, Whisper is almost completely devoid of emotion. She is devoted to action, efficiency, and cold logic; the perfect soldier. Once Whisper goes into “kill mode”, it takes a while for the effects to wear off. Oftentimes, she leaves the presence of others and goes off alone for a while to cool off after these.
Both Whispers have one central personality trait in common; they are very, very clever. Whisper is a cold utilitarian, like Spock, giving her a major advantage in planning. She is a genius tactician, and is awesome at setting traps for enemies. This, however, can put others at risk, as she doesn’t mind occasionally using people as pawns. Once Amber becomes Whisper, she will do almost anything to achieve her goal. In some ways, Whisper is more bark than bite. Though she can be rather cruel in combat, she doesn’t have the stomach for torture and gets grossed out by gore. She tries to hide these things by saying that she’s above torture and maiming, but this is really more of a cover. She has a fear of venomous spiders.

Hobbies/Interests: Chess, logic puzzles, poker, parkour, martial arts, swordsmanship, collecting Japanese weapons, shooting, hunting, reading (she’s a fan of Cormac McCarthy and has read The Art of War no less than ten times), music (she likes Evanescence, My Chemical Romance, Fallout Boy, Panic At the Disco, Death Cab for Cutie, and a little Blink 182). She’s always wanted to learn flute, but never learned. She practices both yoga and tai chi. She’s secretly a comic book nerd.
Skills/Talents: Being the leader of a gang makes it so that you have to learn how to fight pretty damn well. Whisper is a master swordswoman, mostly self-trained. She knows enough martial arts to boost her hand-to-hand combat abilities, and is trained in parkour. She has picked up a lot of fighting techniques from the military, such as disarming techniques. She has the map of human pressure points memorized. She is very flexible from yoga, and used to be into gymnastics. She cannot play any instruments. She used to be able to sing, but we all know what happened there. She is attempting to learn Japanese. Emphasis on the word “attempting”.
Prized Possession: She really likes her primary weapon, a footlong wakizashi, but besides that she has no real favorite object.
Quote(s): “..."

History/Bio: Amber Kiyoshi was born in West Mendel. Her father was a banker in an investment firm, and her mother was a schoolteacher. Both were metas, and so Amber never found being meta odd. SHe always thought that there was something wrong with normal people, not the other way around. Being an only child, Amber was very spoiled, to the point of being smothered, and by the time she was a teenager had a serious rebellion phase. She went to a good school and got fairly good grades, but in high school began to associate with a bad crowd of people (ie Peter Osten, Kylie Detmer, and Damian Sparks). The drinking and smoking was cool and all, but a life of crime didn’t appeal to Amber as much as it did to Pete. Amber, having an affinity for mathematics and money, wanted to be an accountant, but never mentioned it to the others, because she knew they’d make fun of her. In reality, the Skulls were really more of an escape from her parents to Amber, and in retrospect she wonders how things would have turned out differently if she hadn’t hung out with them.
Amber’s life was changed forever when the Riots happened. In November of 2004, David Summers, a banker in West Mendel, was found dead on his way to work. The body showed signs of bad scarring and burn marks. People automatically assumed that meta humans were behind it, and when the courts found the only suspect, a meta named Raphael Johnson, to be not guilty, the city went to shit. The protests started out as peaceful, but after a group of kids tried to rape an innocent metahuman, Peter Osten and Damian Sparks decided that it would be a bright idea to rescue her and take down her attackers. This started a two-month shitstorm that spanned from February to the first week of April. At first, Amber fought alongside her friends, but after Skeleton tried to burn down a street of brick row homes, Amber decided that it was no longer worth her time to deal with these nuts.
She didn’t know that Skeleton would almost die in the fire he lit because there was no one who could drag him out of the flames. How was she supposed to know that? To this day, she feels guilty that Skeleton was so badly burned. While on the way home from the fire on her motorcycle, Amber was jumped by a group of men and was hit by an SUV. Her powers kept her from splattering against a wall and dying, but her right leg was shattered and a piece of glass slit her throat. She would have died laying in that alley bleeding to death, if someone hadn’t pulled her into their car and taken her to the hospital. To this day, she doesn’t know who did this; she was too busy not-dying. Amber spent nine months recovering from her injuries, but after almost a dozen surgeries, the doctors couldn’t repair her vocal chords. There was just too much damage. This is where she got the name “Whisper”.
Whisper’s family left Mendel after the riots, and Amber lived in Dallas for four years. She got an AA degree in accounting, but she decided that she didn’t like accounting at all; it was much too boring. She tried a few other things like statistics and economics, but nothing really stuck. She graduated from University of Maryland at age twenty-two, with a degree in economics and a bad taste in her mouth. She had no idea what she wanted to do, and so she tried her hand at the stock market and went into the investment business. This lead her back to Mendel, after a five-year hiatus. It was now 2008, and the city was in bad shape. The Skulls were in power now, and while they had yet to do much damage to West Mendel, much of East Mendel was ruined, especially the River Hill neighborhood, which had once been prime real estate.
Bored, stuck in a dead-end job (you can’t give a presentation if you can’t speak) and possibly out of her mind, Whisper thought back to her days of comic books. What if she could become a superhero? Maybe she could clean the city up and make it beautiful again. Excited to finally find meaning in her life, Whisper began to train to be a vigilante. One benefit to her college experience was that a friend of her’s had gotten her interested in fencing, causing both the beginning of Whisper’s swordsmanship and her love of weaponry. Whisper began taking martial arts courses, and studied many forms of combat. Finally, after about six months of training and honing her skills with her sword (and with her power), Whisper went to stop her first crime; a bank robbery.
She woke up in the ER a day and a half later with two bullet holes in her gut. This changed Whisper drastically, and she realized that she could not fight the city’s crime alone. After getting out of the hospital, she met up with Emilio Elias, a friend of her’s from martial arts classes, and together they founded the Vanguard, an organization made up to protect meta human rights in West Mendel and to prevent crime.
Five years later, the Vanguard is a fairly sizeable gang, though not as big as the Skulls. It “protects” meta humans and generally leaves normal humans alone, though is known to clash with police if they attempt to detain a metahuman for a crime that they did not commit. At the top of this criminal pyramid is Amber Kiyoshi, the girl who wanted more.

Family:
David Kiyoshi: Father: Alive. Currently living in Dallas, Texas.
Kathleen Kiyoshi: Mother: Alive. Currently living in Dallas, Texas.



Relationships

Relationships: (Basically a section where you put your character's thoughts on the other ones they've encountered. You can also talk to other people and decide what your characters relations will be.)

|Damian Sparks| bad | former friend| “I try not to associate with the Skulls anymore. Damian and I dated in high school, but I have no feelings for him. He is an enemy now, and if I have to kill him, I will do so.”

|Kylie Detmer| bad, leaning on neutral| ex-friend | “Kylie was one of my best friends back before the Riots. It’s a shame that she can’t see the light and leave that stupid gang. I would accept her as a Vanguard.”

|Peter Osten| Bad | enemy | “I never want to see his burnt-ass face again as long as I live. He’s a cruel, heartless bastard and I regret having ever known him. I want nothing to do with him or any of his brood.”

|Emilio Elias| Excellent | best friend | “Emilio is my best friend by far. He is my right-hand man, and I’d trust him with my life.”

|Neal Ecclestone| Improving | boss | “I used to think Neal was all talk, but he can back it up. The kid is impressive.”

Abilities

Power Class: elemental/anatomical

Power: Ancient stories from Feudal Japan tell of the Ninjas, an elite squadron of commando samurai that served the emperor himself. It is said that the ninjas were deadly accurate with shurikens, and that they were so stealthy they could disappear into a cloud of dust to escape detection. Whisper shares that age-old ability, the power to turn into dust. The obvious ramifications of her power is a degree of intangibility. Once she is dust, Whisper is immune to damage. Whisper also doesn’t need to breathe in this form, so toxic gasses cannot hurt her. To deal with poisoning, Whisper can turn into dust and perform a sort of detox process where she removes the poisoned cells from the dust form. This makes her immune to both disease and poison. Whisper can control the movement of her dust also, allowing her to use it for both teleportation or offensive purposes. She can vanish into dust in the middle of a battle and reappear behind her enemy, poised to cleave them in two. Being in the Vanguard has made her so skilled at her power that she can morph into dust instantly and return to normal just as instantly. Anything Whisper is touches, except for living things, turns to dust with her, including weapons and other objects. Whisper cannot heal herself using her power, but she can put herself in a kind of stasis where she can’t bleed or become more wounded. This allows her in theory to get to help quickly without bleeding out.

Weaknesses/Limitations/Drawbacks: Firstly, there is an energy limit to Whisper’s shifting just like anyone else. She can only turn to dust so many times before she gets too tired to do so anymore. Secondly, wind. While Whisper can indeed control the movement of her own dust, a strong gust of wind can still scatter her dust and make it extremely difficult for her to put herself back together. All of the pieces of Whisper’s dust must be used to put her back together, so capturing or blowing away any part of her prevents her from morphing back. If she does morph back with a piece missing, she cannot heal from it, even if the other dust is returned. I should specify however, that I mean “strong wind”; Whisper isn’t going to be walking through the park and get blown away by a light breeze. It’s a given that Whisper cannot communicate with others while in dust form. Also, while Whisper can remove poisons from her body using her dust, if the poison takes effect before she can react to it, she will still feel the effects. Another issue with Whisper’s powers is that she’s not breathing

Other: An important aspect of Whisper is that she doesn’t see the Vanguard as a gang of criminals; she sees them almost like a meta police force. Because of this, she will deny at the any and all criminal activity done by the group as libel.

Whisper lives in a luxury apartment in the upper east side of the financial district. It’s a two-floor apartment, square in shape, and about 40ft x 40ft. The largest part of the place is the living room, which is separated by the kitchen and parlor by short staircase (it’s very hard to describe). The walls of the living room are massive tinted windows that allow Whisper to watch the city from above. Whisper pays for the apartment with a combination of payment money she receives from normal humans living in Vanguard territory.

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City of Gold Character Storage Vault

Basic Information

Name: Peter Osten
Nickname/Alias/Etc: He is known by one name and one name only; Skeleton.
Gender: male
Age: 29
Height: 6’1’
Weight: 215 lbs
Faction: Skull

Appearance

Hair Color: none
Eye Color: An irritated red color, like he has smoke in them.
Ethnicity: Half-black, half-white , though most of his skin is now an irritated burnt red color.
Physical Appearance: Skeleton looks like he lives in a gym. Easily the most physically-fit member of the Skulls, he has a massive bulk with a barrel chest and a six pack that makes all other six packs jealous. Being wanted by the police makes doing that last set at the gym that much easier. There is no point in describing Skeleton’s face because you’ll never see it. Skeleton’s face, back, shoulders, and hands are covered in terrible burn scars. His skin in those places is an unhealthy purplish red, dotted with rough boil-like blemishes. His body is a patchwork of scars as well. A terrible ropelike scar trails down his back, and his wrist has been slit open several times (not of his own doing). He used to have a tattoo on his left shoulder, but the burn scars have made it nearly imperceivable.

Skeleton's voice is low and gravely, like a blues singer. There is a very mild southern draw to it that's only identifiable if you're paying close attention. His voice is slightly raspy, like a smoker's voice.

Attire: All of Skeleton’s skin has clothing covering it. He wears a pair of long camo cargo pants tucked into a pair of black combat boots. Around his waist is a chain belt with a heavy silver skull buckle. He wears a white tee shirt on his top half, and over this is his black leather jacket. The jacket has spikes on the epaulettes and is always zipped up. On the back of it is a sugar skull, the logo of the Skulls. Covering Skeleton’s head and face is a skull balaclava, which is where he gets the nickname “Skeleton” from. Covering his eyes is a pair of black polarized Oakley sunglasses. The balaclava is shaped in such a way that it covers all of the skin that the sunglasses do not. The mouth of the balaclava is made of a mesh that allows him to drink through it. Skeleton doesn’t eat when Skull peons are around, and the only people who ever see him eat are his closest friends. On his head is a black half biker helmet with a row of spikes trailing down the middle of it. On Skeleton’s hands are a pair of gloves designed to look like a skeletal hand. They are SAP gloves, with pieces of metal in the knuckles, similar to brass knuckles.

Personality

Outward & Innate Personality: Skeleton is a cruel villain with a bit of a heart. He believes that being honorable in combat is the way to go, and that petty acts of violence and backstabbing are cowardly. Skeleton doesn’t kill civilians and won’t resort to petty crimes or terrorist attacks on civilian buildings to achieve his goals. He is known for being particularly cruel to those foolish Skulls who harm innocent or unarmed people. He refuses to participate in terrorist stunts, but is known for leading attacks on the police. That said, however, enemies will be dealt with swiftly and mercilessly. Skeleton is exceedingly cruel to those who present themselves as a threat, and has absolutely no problem with crushing usurpers. Interrogation is part of his skill set; he is extremely charismatic with a pipe or a nine-iron in his hand, especially with all that leather and all... those... muscles…
He’s not the smartest tool in the shed, though; Skeleton gets by on forced charisma, not intellect or wit. Unlike Whisper, Skeleton doesn’t plan things very well. He’s more of a full-charge kind of guy, like Southern generals in the Civil War.
Skeleton loves pushing his body to the limits. Many times, Skeleton will take on as many dangerous opponents as he possibly can, in order to challenge his body and mind. He gets extremely bored fighting normal mooks, and so will always go after the best of the best on the battlefield. He’d charge a Navy SEAL team head on if he knew it would give him a challenge. He has been known to occasionally deactivate his power just so he could level the playing field with a worthy opponent. Socially, Skeleton is cold and pretty antisocial. He rarely has conversations with other Skulls unless they have proved themselves to be worthy of his friendship, a rare and treasured distinction. Even with his friends, Skeleton is rather cold. He’s not going to be flaunting around his innermost feelings anytime soon. Skeleton is officially diagnosed with PTSD, a psychological illness associated with traumatic events, especially combat. His scars are a testament to this. Skeleton has trouble sleeping often, and occasionally people find him very depressed. At some points, people believed him to be suicidal, but it would be deliciously difficult for him to commit suicide. He copes with his PTSD through sleeping pills and beer.
Hobbies/Interests: Anything physical, really; running, exercising, fighting, playing sports. He is known to spar other Skulls in MMA. Every morning, he is said to do an extraordinarily difficult workout to train his body for that day. His love of fitness, however, cannot outweigh his love of alcohol; Skeleton is an alcoholic. He also enjoys driving and collecting both cars and motorcycles. He’s a novice mechanic.
Skills/Talents: Skeleton is freakishly strong, and is unmatched in hand-to-hand combat. He is a blackbelt in taekwondo, and used to compete professionally in MMA before he got banned because of his power. He is fairly agile (at least enough for him to get out of his own way), and has good cardiovascular endurance. Basically, a physical powerhouse.
Prized Possession: His Skulls jacket, probably.
Quote(s): Skeleton’s catchphrase is “weak”, which he spits as if the word burned the tip of his tongue. “Weak” is the worst insult that Skeleton could possibly use against something or someone.
History/Bio: Skeleton doesn’t talk about his past. If you ask him about his ubiquitous scars, he will simply say something to the effect of “I was too weak, and this was my reward. I am stronger now.”

Do I look like Skeleton to you?

Peter Osten was born in Albuquerque, New Mexico. His father was a major in the US military. He was a tough, hard man, one that had no problem with liberal discipline. Skeleton spent most of his childhood days with scars covering his buttocks and the tops of his thighs. The beatings made Skeleton tough, but also made him begin to resent his father, especially when he got beaten for doing nothing wrong.
When Pete was nine, his father lost his right leg in the Persian Gulf War. He was honorably discharged from the army, and the family moved to Mendel, where Pete’s parents both got jobs. Pete discovered his powers on a middle school playground two years later. A kid pushed him off of the monkey bars, and he tumbled to the ground with a thud. He should have been injured, but there was not a scrape on his body. The kid jumped down from the monkey bars to punch Peter, and after about four punches was sent on a nice long trip to the ICU. At the time, meta humans were very poorly understood, and so Peter was put into anger counseling. All anger counseling did, though, was give a civil person a reason to be uncivil. For years after those classes, Peter would get himself out of messes by saying “I have anger issues. I go to therapy for it”. Peter’s father still hit him if he ever did anything bad, something which also drove him to turn down a dark path.
When Peter was twelve, he met Damian Sparks, and not long after met Kylie Evans and Amber Kiyoshi. The four of them became a sort of street gang, drinking beers in dark alleys and smoking pot and playing cards and occasionally beating up people who dared walk into one of their hangouts. It was a charmed life, prowling the streets with his friends, and he began to lose grip on what was important in life. He failed the eighth grade. The night he got the failing report card, Peter’s father gave Pete the toughest beating of his life. He punched and kicked and spanked and smacked him with a paddle and told him he was weak. Peter’s father, however, didn’t understand his son’s potential. How could he? The doctors couldn’t figure it out, and Peter’s father didn’t know anything about the Academies. But that night, Peter decided that he’d had enough of his father’s cruelty. He fought back, and his father received a nice two-month stay in the hospital with half a dozen broken ribs and a shattered humorous. This messed with Peter a ton, and he began to fear his abilities. He attempted to learn to control his power with the help of the other soon-to-be Skulls, and soon discovered through experience that he could turn the power off and on.
When Peter was seventeen, the Race Riots happened, an event that would change his life forever. Peter was in a way part of the starting incident for the fighting. He and Damian saw a meta human woman being attacked in an alley, and decided to try and help. They beat up the assailants, but they were caught on camera. Thus, the Riots began. For weeks, there was fighting in the streets of East Mendel. fifty-six humans and sixteen metas were killed, and over a hundred of the two groups combined were injured. Peter spearheaded many metahuman attacks, causing him to gather many meta admirers who would someday become the first Skulls. He would use his abilities to go after humans with firearms, and was directly responsible for the deaths of eleven humans in the riots. One particular attack, however, went south and caused the terrible burns all across Peter’s body. There was a man named David Armstrong, an ex-marine who was holed up in a row home in River Hill, a neighborhood in East Mendel. He owned a powerful hunting rifle, and had used it to kill five metas. Peter decided to force Armstrong out of his home by setting it on fire, but he was driven into the house with two other metas (who won’t have names) by assailants with molotov cocktails and homemade bombs. The house, which was already on fire, now burned like a christmas tree in July. Peter managed to kill Armstrong by smothering him in burning curtains and throwing him out of a window, but shortly afterwards, the floor collapsed and Peter fell into the blazing inferno that was the second floor. A beam from the ceiling fell across Peter’s chest, making him unable to move. He was trapped there, alone and in pain (the other two metas had either bailed or died; he didn’t know which), for hours, until firefighters managed to control the blaze and Damian and Kylie were able to get him out and take him to the hospital. He never saw Amber Kiyoshi again.
The hospital could do very little for Peter; his face, head, back, shoulders, and arms were covered in third-degree burns, and skin grafts were too difficult to do back then (plus who would give a skin graft to street scum?). They treated him with creams and such, but they did very little to save him. He probably should have died, but somehow that sunnovabitch exceeded expectations and left the hospital earlier than expected, now covered in scars. He now had a new purpose in life; to protect metas from the humans who would dare to attack them out of pure fear. He formed the Skulls and took up the Skull balaclava to cover his face and prevent his scars from being seen by others. They grew rapidly, and soon East Mendel was dominated by the gang. He never returned home, and because of this his parents split up. For over a year, Peter’s father searched the city, looking for his son, but eventually gave up on it and retreated to his house to live the rest of his life as a depressed alcoholic. He committed suicide on September 15, 2013. Peter Osten did not attend the funeral. Peter Osten was dead; now, he was known as Skeleton, the face of metahuman vengeance and a symbol of fear across all Mendel.

Family:
Maj. William Osten/ Father / Deceased.
Mary Osten/ Mother / Estranged. Lives in San Antonio.
Jared Osten/ Brother / Estranged. Lives in San Antonio.

Relationships

Relationships:

| Kylie Evans | Good | Friend | “Kylie’s been there with me since I was young and stupid. She’s one of my most-trusted friends. I would protect her with everything I’ve got.”

| Damian Sparks | Excellent | Best friend | “My right-hand man. Dame is by far my best friend. He was the one who pulled me out of the flames, and who fought beside me against those fucking asshats back in the Riots. I’d give my life for him.”

| Matt Detmer | Decent | Associate | “The kid’s annoying, but he’s starting to grow on me a little. He’s only an Enforcer because Kylie convinced me that he was strong enough to be one. Who knows? Maybe he’ll pay off one day.”

| Caden Zorich | Neutral | Associate | “Caden creeps me the fuck out, but he’s one of the strongest metas in the gang. He could give most of us a run for our money. Weird as he is, he’s crucial to our operation.”

| Whisper Kiyoshi | Bad | Enemy | “That little bitch is gonna burn to death one day, and I’m gonna be the one who lights the fire.”

Abilities

Power Class: Energy

Ability: Kinetic energy absorption. Skeleton has the ability to absorb kinetic energy. Kinetic energy is the energy contained in any physical object with mass that is accelerating (layman’s description here). With this power, Skeleton can nerf pretty much all physical attacks. If you punch Skeleton, your punch will do nothing and he will absorb its energy. If you shoot him, you might as well be firing a peashooter at a wall of concrete. This ability makes him extremely durable and hard to injure. And what can Skeleton do with this energy, you ask? Skeleton can store the energy he absorbs as potential energy, and release it at will. So if, for example, you throw a 90 mph fastball at Skeleton, he can absorb its kinetic energy on contact and then redirect it into a punch, or simply send the ball flying back with the same force and velocity. He can store the energy for long periods of time between use, and release it at will. Unlike other mutants who use this power (*coughsebastianshawcoughs*), Skeleton releases his energy on contact, meaning that he can’t make massive explosions, but if he fell off of a building and hit the ground, he could punch a tank and send it airborne. His strength is dictated solely by how much energy he has absorbed.

Weaknesses/Limitations/Drawbacks: Well firstly, Skeleton has no defense against energy powers. Lasers, electricity; all of it can harm him. Secondly, the lower energy an attack has, the more damage it does to skeleton. This is hard to explain, so I’ll give an example from pop culture. In X-men, Sebastian shaw had a very similar power to Skeleton. Magneto killed Shaw by immobilizing him and then slowly pushing a quarter through his forehead and into his brain. If Skeleton is subjected to a low-energy attack like in this example, it will harm him. So, he can still be crushed or strangled. Skeleton can be harmed indirectly as well, however. Things like fire, drowning, radiation, smoke, gasses, and poisons can still hurt him because he cannot absorb any kinetic energy from them.

Other: Skeleton drives a custom-built 2014 Harley Davidson Iron 883 motorcycle. It is black with flame paint on the sides, and the headlight is shaped like a skull. The wheels have light strips on them, causing the rims to glow dark red at night.

Skeleton lives at the Skulls Headquarters in East Rail. It is a row of run-down row homes that were converted into one building.

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Maxx

Skeleton

Whisper

Emilio

Ivan

Titus

Damian

Taylor

Tobias

Mr Allen J

Ray

Rush

Johnny

Caden

Samson

Reiko

Vanessa

Jazzy

Nick

Byte

Matt

Dragonbud

Kylie

Leonerdo

Baron

Mia

Engel

Rabbit

McHaggis

Jenna

He Who Walks Behind

May

Cassidy