Meleck

Marvel World War M

Andrew Hernandez/ Showstopper - TWIN CITIES ARMY AMMUNITION PLANT NEW BRIGHTON MINNESOTA

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Tony Philips whispered, “Dude, we are going to get caught.” He was dressed in an Hazmat suit with an EPA symbol over the heart and back.
“Shhhhsh,” Andrew Hernandez said back looking at the crates and holding a Geiger Counter. And scanning the boxes. They kept away from the hot zone boxes till they came to the material that had been processed.

This is the stuff he said clamping a vice grip with a welded chain to in and heading back to the portal.
“They will kill us if they catch us,” Tony whispered as they walked back to the portal.
Andrew whispered, “I would be more worried about my Dad.” He would have also mentioned Wong and he worried about microphones.

All hell was going to break loose when the winches started pulling the bar through the portal. One rod weighed about eight hundred pounds and were almost fourteen feet in length. Tony had rigged three winches that would pull the whole thing through in about ten seconds, if their timing was right.

Tony stepped through the portal and pushed the green control button. Slowly at first then as the chain started to rattle then come under load, the bar started sliding. Andrew moved his right hand pointer finger to his forehead and held his left hand out like a fighting strike willing the portal to stay open.

The clank of the bar was loud setting off an alarm, ten seconds later the doors opened as a guard came to check the noise. There was about two feet of the rod left to go through as he pulled his side arm and sent a round down range. Tony dived for the portal as the bullet sized past where he was. He did not want to haze the suit punctured with that much radiation around. The bullet pinged off a steal beam back in the lab. As he beam clanked into he lab and he rolled across the floor, the portal closed.

Tony let out a yelp.
“They were shooting live bullets at us,” he said in a loud voice.
“You were not complaining when we spent the weekend in Vegas or went to beach in Mexico when we had a snow day,” Andrew said.
Andrew moved towards the rod, bringing up a magic circle. This one was fueled by the radiation consuming it. Channeling it into a cylindrical object that was glowing from the power. In an hour the rob would be ready to be milled into the last parts of his exoskeleton.
“Depleted Uranium, it is what they use to make tank buster and bunker busters,” Andrew said. It would make the arms, legs, and joints just about unbreakable. The guy in the suit was still flesh and blood.

There would be no trace of radiation when the feds finally got around to checking this place. He figured the two of them would be safe as long as his identity held.

On the lab computer the news of agents and mutations battling in the streets of New York caught their attention. Tony ran to grab his cellular phone. After pressing some keys.
“Shit,” he exclaimed.
“They are fighting at my old man’s furniture warehouse,” he continued dealing powerless.

The two of them looked at each other.
Andrew smiled and looked at him, “Remember the Dresden Files.”
“The part about running away is sometimes heroic? Your not Harry you know.” Tony said.
Andrew laughed.
“That would be my Dad. No, always be prepared and we are going to turn the Chaos up to eleven like Molly,” Andrew said.

Andrew knew that he would not be able to throw power like his father. He did not have his artifacts or cloak. That is why he needed the suit. It would allow him to keep up with some of the rough and tough people that were terrorizing everyone.

Andrew was not powerful enough to take them out. But he could foil some of their plans. he would get stronger but he still had a lot to learn.

The Yurazen Prince - A Tale of Redwall [Interest Check]

From what I am seeing, I was post Grad school when this came out!

I might get it and read it to my kids though!

The Yurazen Prince - A Tale of Redwall [Interest Check]

I would throw up some interest. Have not read the books though.

Marvel World War M

Andrew Hernandez aka Showstopper

Civilian Appearance

Vigilante Appearance

Name:

Andrew Hernandez

Codename:

Showstopper

Age:

20

Gender:

Male

Height:

6’2’’

Weight:

140 lbs

Ethnicity:

Mexican-American

Sexual Orientation:

Heterosexual

Religion:

Magic

Occupation:

Mechanical Engineering Student

Stage magician and hypnotist

Personality:

Andrew is a lot like his father. He is intelligent, well-read, and has a very good memory. He is also a little too intense for his own good. What would you expect when your father is Steven Strange? According to his father, Andrew is a lazy slacker. Who has not spent enough time developing his magical gift. He has been but his father has been too busy to notice that his mother died, that Andrew graduated high school, let alone college three times so far. But the young man is hardly lazy. He is currently working on a Ph.D. degree in Mechanical Engineering and the second one in Peruvian History, while also performing as a stage magician.

Andrew is:
Fit but not overly athletic.
Intelligent but does not act like his father (Okay, everyone else is an idiot but you don’t have to be rude about it.)
A bit compulsive about things being just right.

Powers/Abilities:

Andrew has some magical abilities but needs his suit to manifest most of them. Hypnotism is his strongest gift and he can use it in his normal life, though he tries not to. He can open portals but it takes a bigger ritual. He also uses magic to power his suit. The suit he uses to provide defensive abilities (aka he can get knocked around and keep going). His offense is his magic.

As a student, he has been working on a mechanical exoskeleton that focuses and amplifies his magical powers. Wong has been helping him connect with the right people on the mystical side. New York University has been providing the machine shop.

Background:

Long Bio

Andrew was born to a single Doctoral Student in History (Occult) who had been doing some research and had come to Dr. Strange for some assistance. With a magical mishap, the stars lining up just right and the needed body parts, Andrew was conceived.

The first two years of his life Andrew went to classes with his mother. When she graduated, he went with her to Rensselaer Polytechnic Institute where she taught.
On a Senior High School Trip to New York, he met Wong at one of the museums where Andrew was using his hypnotic powers on some cheerleaders from another school who was also on a field trip. Wong stopped the “party” before the girls were completely undressed. Andrew was 12 at the time and was already working on his Bachelor’s Degree in Mechanical Engineering.

After completing his Masters, Andrew ended up in New York. Wong was a big part of getting him into the university and helping him get his magical training. His stage magic career started when he was young to keep him occupied and out of trouble. Most of the tricks are sleight of hand and misdirection or have a mechanical device to them. All of this fits with the way his mind works.

At 18 he was mostly done with his Master's degree at started working on his suit.
Now his suit is working, though not perfectly (and it bugs the hell out of him).

Special Agent Lieutenant Tori Nicholas, FBI(USC)

Civilian Appearance

I hate finding pictures!

Name:

Lieutenant Tori Nicholas

Nicknames:

Age:

23

Gender:

Female

Height:

5’8’’

Weight:

122 lbs

Ethnicity:

Mexican-American

Sexual Orientation:

Heterosexual

Religion:

Catholic

Occupation:

Media Specialist and a special agent for the FBI (Mutant terrorist group)

Personality:

”What ya’ looking at Boyo?”

Tori is a spunky young lady that was training to be a journalist (tv reporter). While in college her roommate was attacked by a Mutant and she was killed. Tori was also injured in the attack(which lead to her post cognition powers). This sent Tori in a different direction, applying to the FBI academy, with her grades and having three generations of police officers in her family, she was motivated and was accepted.

She made it through the training and made Special Agent (There are those that think she was given special treatment) and assigned to media relations. Her claim to fame is vlog “Anti-Mutant News” where she reports on the evils of mutants. She still runs the vlog with official sanction of the USC. She occasionally is assigned to a team in the MRD. This is helpful as aiding mutants and working with mutants may also be crimes.

Tori is athletic, creative, and attractive. She prefers shooting her 45 spare to the standard issue 9mm.
Tori does not put up with crap from people. She likes to play the crazy Hispanic woman bad cop.

Powers/Abilities:

Tori’s power is postcognition - (The ability to read past events from objects and items. Downside: She feels like she was there at the time.)
Mental invisibility- (Not readable by telepath or electronics. Downside: looks like random brain waves to doctors.)

Abilities:
Tori is a black belt in Akido and Arnis.
She is a good marksman (not sniper).
She has her private pilots license.
She can drive a motor cycle but prefers cars.
She has a large media following
She has a lot of powerful connections.

Weaknesses:
Using her power makes her feel like she is there. If investigating a murder scene she might feel like the victim or the attacker.
She does not believe everyone is bad, or that all laws are right, but she is more apt to be harder on a mutant than a normal human.

Background:

Long Bio

When you are the oldest girl in a family of New York Cops, you do anything else. When you are a beauty pageant winner (Ms. New York) and driven to ask questions (and are nosy) you look at going into the media. When your best friend is killed by a Mutant and you are hurt, you fight back with all you got.

Coming from a family of cops and having lived the parent life, where half a pound of fat is enough to ruin your chances. Tori was in great physical shape. Her martial arts training came from growing up in a house of cops and with a lot of male cousins and brothers.

Tori’s powers are the result of the attack on her roommate and herself. She is still fully human but her brain was slightly retired.

Tori’s code

• Tori believes that mutants should be locked-up to keep people safe.
• Tori will follow the law. She will not lie to protect an agent or cop.
• Tori will not plant evidence.
• Tori will not put up with someone talking crap at her.

Contacts

• Scott O’Malley - Chief of Patrol Services - Family friend, has Tori’s back holds her to higher standards.
• Amy Scott - News Anchor - Global News Network, Uses Tori for leads also feeds information to her.
• Seymour Cray III - Wiz-bang hacker and electronic geek.
• The mob - her vlog followers.

Marvel World War M

Need help with a nickname for Andrew. Tempted to go with Showboat.

Marvel World War M

Andrew Hernandez aka Showstopper

Civilian Appearance

Vigilante Appearance

Name:

Andrew Hernandez

Codename:

Showstopper

Age:

20

Gender:

Male

Height:

6’2’’

Weight:

140 lbs

Ethnicity:

Mexican-American

Sexual Orientation:

Heterosexual

Religion:

Magic

Occupation:

Mechanical Engineering Student

Stage magician and hypnotist

Personality:

Andrew is a lot like his father. He is intelligent, well-read, and has a very good memory. He is also a little too intense for his own good. What would you expect when your father is Steven Strange? According to his father, Andrew is a lazy slacker. Who has not spent enough time developing his magical gift. He has been but his father has been too busy to notice that his mother died, that Andrew graduated high school, let alone college three times so far. But the young man is hardly lazy. He is currently working on a Ph.D. degree in Mechanical Engineering and the second one in Peruvian History, while also performing as a stage magician.

Andrew is:
Fit but not overly athletic.
Intelligent but does not act like his father (Okay, everyone else is an idiot but you don’t have to be rude about it.)
A bit compulsive about things being just right.

Powers/Abilities:

Andrew has some magical abilities but needs his suit to manifest most of them. Hypnotism is his strongest gift and he can use it in his normal life, though he tries not to. He can open portals but it takes a bigger ritual. He also uses magic to power his suit. The suit he uses to provide defensive abilities (aka he can get knocked around and keep going). His offense is his magic.

As a student, he has been working on a mechanical exoskeleton that focuses and amplifies his magical powers. Wong has been helping him connect with the right people on the mystical side. New York University has been providing the machine shop.

Background:

Long Bio

Andrew was born to a single Doctoral Student in History (Occult) who had been doing some research and had come to Dr. Strange for some assistance. With a magical mishap, the stars lining up just right and the needed body parts, Andrew was conceived.

The first two years of his life Andrew went to classes with his mother. When she graduated, he went with her to Rensselaer Polytechnic Institute where she taught.
On a Senior High School Trip to New York, he met Wong at one of the museums where Andrew was using his hypnotic powers on some cheerleaders from another school who was also on a field trip. Wong stopped the “party” before the girls were completely undressed. Andrew was 12 at the time and was already working on his Bachelor’s Degree in Mechanical Engineering.

After completing his Masters, Andrew ended up in New York. Wong was a big part of getting him into the university and helping him get his magical training. His stage magic career started when he was young to keep him occupied and out of trouble. Most of the tricks are sleight of hand and misdirection or have a mechanical device to them. All of this fits with the way his mind works.

At 18 he was mostly done with his Master's degree at started working on his suit.
Now his suit is working, though not perfectly (and it bugs the hell out of him).

The Energy Storm

Juan and Marie

Time: Evening
Location: The Mansion
Interaction: @Meleck

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The house was everything that Marie dreamed about. The den had a television set as big as her bed back home. There were real books in a room they called the library. She had her own room on the second floor overlooking a kidney-shaped pool. The house was big, fancy, and there was good food. For the first time in her life, there were real live servants to take care of them.

Marie sat in the bay window near a fireplace wearing an off-white princess dress and brushed her hair. She had been in a Bikini that was small enough that her momma would have been blushing all the way from Chicago. She also had ordered jeans and shirts, dress clothes were a bit foreign to her.

In her mind, this was a dream come true. She was fully under Jason's spell.

Juan had a room across from Marie. In his mind, the house was too big, too loud, and not his home yet. He had buried his head into a screen trying to adapt to this new place. He ate at the table and tried hard not to be noticed by the staff. There was even a lady that said she was a special education teacher to help him transition and learn. She was nice, but his time in school had taught him to be leary of new teachers. Some were mean, others were just cruel, a few were nice, all were too busy. This one came and went spending time with him and showing him things he wanted to learn most of the time. Her name was Nancy. At times, she did the standard things special ed teachers do, trying to figure out what he was capable of. Juan tried to play his cards close to his chest but his eyes and body language gave him away. He did not want to give more of his mental capabilities away than he had to. Being smart meant more homework.

Mr. Jason also helped him to calm his mind down enough that he could even smile at Nancy. This was a rare event, smiling at teachers.

Juan really wanted to be useful for Mr. Jason. Marie had started calling Jason that. Juan thought it was strange, but he did not like being scolded by her. What surprised Juan was that Mr. Jason let him come and go as he wanted, well within reason. His first outing was to the McDonalds three blocks away. Free food and he was back. His third outing netted him a military laptop, one of their radios, a camo jacket, and pants - too big, a patrol pack, and a helmet. He liked wearing the uniform even though it hung off him. He wore it down to dinner.

On his fifth outing, he brought home a million-dollar cashier's check with no name. In his seventh outing, he brought home three puppies from the pet store. He thought about bringing home a teenage girl from the mall, but could not figure out how to do that. The puppies like him better anyways.

All of these things, minus the uniform and the puppies he placed on Mr. Jason's desk.



Marie felt the push to trust Jason as did Juan and she followed. In her head, it was like she was a teenage girl who had been dropped at the Mall of America without adults and with a pile of other peoples’ credit cards. It wasn’t like she wanted to steal the stuff, mostly. She did want to make a better life for herself and make sure that Juan was safe.

Juan on the other hand found the first person that could actually understand him. It was scary and exhilarating. Juan was also a bit sad. He wanted to steal the marine’s helmet, jacket, and backpack. They looked cool and military stuff was discouraged in the toxic estrogen-enriched environment he grew up in.

After they got on the train and it started moving, A Hispanic Young Man about eighteen years old came over to her and started to play his machismo card.

“¡Hola Chica! Debes ser nuevo por aquí. Tal vez necesites ayuda para mostrarte los alrededores,” He said letting his tattoos on his arms and his chest show along with the bling he wore.

His hand signs indicated that he was a member of the Latin Kings. Marie smiled as she stood up letting her body draw his eyes. Guy’s were stupid when they were not thinking with their brains.

As the train stopped at the next station Marie shifted her body. She let her breasts and hips speak and then in a very sexy voice said, “¡Hola!” She walked towards the man and right before the doors were too close, both her hands came up, there was a flip of the hair and with a twist of her body. Spanish words come from her mouth telling him she wasn’t that kind of girl as she shoved him out the train door and ending with a fiery, “Vete a la mierda!” He stumbled and fell grabbing for her arm. As the doors of the train closed, She gave him a double bird salute (flipped him off with both hands) while holding the handle of Sig 320 sub-compact 9mm handgun. She did her best to hide it from the train’s security camera. There was some cheering and a bit of laughter at what had happened. She only took the gun because she did not want him to shoot at the passenger car.

This was the kindest thing she had done to a gangster since seventh grade. Since that time four of her former girlfriend all had children of their own. She knew the score. She also knew it wouldn’t have worked either. He was Mexican and she was Puerto Rican, two totally and very different cultures. She also did not want the slum life for her children when she had them.

She hid the gun as she went back to her seat and sat down. She tucked the gun inside her purse. She smiled at Juan and put an arm around him. She smiled at Jason in her with a “Yeah, I’m a street rat princess,” a bit of I am dangerous, a healthy dose of you can’t control me, and a touch of come hither in case anyone was watching.

Jason was a nice-looking man and not that much older than she was. He dressed like he had money and spoke like he was educated.

He was much better than the street punks and want-to-be’s that seemed to be drawn to her. Her fashion sense screamed I am on the market, heavily influenced by MTV and the media. She was dressed in a range that was a step up from urban hooker and below a modest suburban catholic school.

Inside Juan was fuming at not being able to protect Marie. Juan held a lot of anger inside as everyone knew what he was going to do. In reality, he was not sure what he wanted to do to the gangster. Like sex, sometimes the fantasy of violence is better than the real thing.

Juan did a much better job of watching the car and Jason. He had spent most of his life looking at one thing and watching other things. The episode of how it’s made was going over security lock boxes like the ones in banks. He did not think he could pick a vault lockbox. But knowing there were two keys was good information.

Two rows back on the left-hand side of a car, a man had his video phone up and it looked like he was recording something. He might be using one of the new recognition apps to see if it matches anyone in the altered human database. This he could do something about.

After Jason got up to get off the train Juan stalled for a second. Marie was up and encouraging Juan to hurry. The man let Marie go to the door and he followed slightly behind and to the left of the man. Juan with his left hand reached out and grabbed Marie’s right inner thigh giving it a squeeze. This got her to scream and turn around swinging. She cold-cocked the man with a right hook. It was a sucker punch and it just about dropped him. As he bent over from the blow, Juan pulled his cellular phone from his jacket pocket and palmed it, moving to get off the train. He tugged at Marie who was ready to go-toe-to toe with the man who looked in shock as a few other people jumped in to protect Marie from the pervert. Marie managed to get off before the doors closed. He was detained by the crowd till the transit police could question him. Juan gave a little smile as the screen saver said Purity.

The Energy Storm

Alexander Chen and Bubba

Time:Morning
Date:Date of the first time jump
Location: Los Angeles, Mayor's office
Interaction: @Meleck

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Bubba dropped a gold brick on the mayor's desk. He had dropped five others.
"That should help us help the city," Bubba said proudly.
"Ten pounds apiece," he continued. "Three hundred and eight-four Dollars an ounce. That makes it about $336,000 if my calculator is right," he said with a laugh.
Alexander looked at him puzzled for a minute.
"IF you can do this why are you even here?" he asked. It was clear that Bubba could be rich with little effort.
"Shit, man. If I ran off who would drive you around. Watch you eat those awful greasy sandwiches and keep you from drinking your poor sorry ass to death," Bubba said in a tone that was playful and serious.
Chen had pissed off some powerful people. Bubba was kinds of a shield for him.

Chen's plan to keep the testing centers closed had some major help when the city's sewage system started backing up into buildings. Three of the septic lift pumps failed from debris in the sewer lines from the attack. That was the official report. Chen suspected one of the supervisors who oversaw the waste treatment had done something to help this along. But there was no official word on when the parts would arrive. The Gang war in Oakland limited access. That meant the buildings where the testing centers were going to be had been closed till the pumps were working and the buildings were properly cleaned. Chen looked at Bubba who was smiling with his big white teeth at him. Chen thought for a moment that maybe Bubba had paid someone off to make that happen. But he did not want to know.

The legal wrangling was done, Chen lost of course. A newly appointed Federal judge that President Foster had managed to nominate appoint and get through the Senate in a week. In Chen's mind, it stunk. Still, he was not actively blocking it and accidents are going to happen when you rebuild a city's infrastructure while using it.

So there was still an unofficial stand-off.

The Energy Storm

So what happened in the eight days?

The Energy Storm

Juan and Marie

Time: Evening
Location: Los Angeles, Train Station
Interaction: @Meleck @chulance

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Marie felt the push to trust Jason as did Juan and she followed. In her head, it was like she was a teenage girl who had been dropped at the Mall of America without adults and with a pile of other peoples’ credit cards. It wasn’t like she wanted to steal the stuff, mostly. She did want to make a better life for herself and make sure that Juan was safe.

Juan on the other hand found the first person that could actually understand him. It was scary and exhilarating. Juan was also a bit sad. He wanted to steal the marine’s helmet, jacket, and backpack. They looked cool and military stuff was discouraged in the toxic estrogen-enriched environment he grew up in.

After they got on the train and it started moving, A Hispanic Young Man about eighteen years old came over to her and started to play his machismo card.

“¡Hola Chica! Debes ser nuevo por aquí. Tal vez necesites ayuda para mostrarte los alrededores,” He said letting his tattoos on his arms and his chest show along with the bling he wore.

His hand signs indicated that he was a member of the Latin Kings. Marie smiled as she stood up letting her body draw his eyes. Guy’s were stupid when they were not thinking with their brains.

As the train stopped at the next station Marie shifted her body. She let her breasts and hips speak and then in a very sexy voice said, “¡Hola!” She walked towards the man and right before the doors were too close, both her hands came up, there was a flip of the hair and with a twist of her body. Spanish words come from her mouth telling him she wasn’t that kind of girl as she shoved him out the train door and ending with a fiery, “Vete a la mierda!” He stumbled and fell grabbing for her arm. As the doors of the train closed, She gave him a double bird salute (flipped him off with both hands) while holding the handle of Sig 320 sub-compact 9mm handgun. She did her best to hide it from the train’s security camera. There was some cheering and a bit of laughter at what had happened. She only took the gun because she did not want him to shoot at the passenger car.

This was the kindest thing she had done to a gangster since seventh grade. Since that time four of her former girlfriend all had children of their own. She knew the score. She also knew it wouldn’t have worked either. He was Mexican and she was Puerto Rican, two totally and very different cultures. She also did not want the slum life for her children when she had them.

She hid the gun as she went back to her seat and sat down. She tucked the gun inside her purse. She smiled at Juan and put an arm around him. She smiled at Jason in her with a “Yeah, I’m a street rat princess,” a bit of I am dangerous, a healthy dose of you can’t control me, and a touch of come hither in case anyone was watching.

Jason was a nice-looking man and not that much older than she was. He dressed like he had money and spoke like he was educated.

He was much better than the street punks and want-to-be’s that seemed to be drawn to her. Her fashion sense screamed I am on the market, heavily influenced by MTV and the media. She was dressed in a range that was a step up from urban hooker and below a modest suburban catholic school.

Inside Juan was fuming at not being able to protect Marie. Juan held a lot of anger inside as everyone knew what he was going to do. In reality, he was not sure what he wanted to do to the gangster. Like sex, sometimes the fantasy of violence is better than the real thing.

Juan did a much better job of watching the car and Jason. He had spent most of his life looking at one thing and watching other things. The episode of how it’s made was going over security lock boxes like the ones in banks. He did not think he could pick a vault lockbox. But knowing there were two keys was good information.

Two rows back on the left-hand side of a car, a man had his video phone up and it looked like he was recording something. He might be using one of the new recognition apps to see if it matches anyone in the altered human database. This he could do something about.

After Jason got up to get off the train Juan stalled for a second. Marie was up and encouraging Juan to hurry. The man let Marie go to the door and he followed slightly behind and to the left of the man. Juan with his left hand reached out and grabbed Marie’s right inner thigh giving it a squeeze. This got her to scream and turn around swinging. She cold-cocked the man with a right hook. It was a sucker punch and it just about dropped him. As he bent over from the blow, Juan pulled his cellular phone from his jacket pocket and palmed it, moving to get off the train. He tugged at Marie who was ready to go-toe-to toe with the man who looked in shock as a few other people jumped in to protect Marie from the pervert. Marie managed to get off before the doors closed. He was detained by the crowd till the transit police could question him. Juan gave a little smile as the screen saver said Purity.