Metronome

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Within reason. What do you have in mind?

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Unfinished, sorry I'm a bit ill right now and am going to get some rest, but I should hopefully be done tomorrow.

Quickdraw

Name: Terence Shaw - Goes by Shaw, anyone who calls him Terence gets a quick slap across the back of the head.
Alias: Quickdraw
Gender: Male
Age: 53
Alliance: Hero

Powers:
Time manipulation - To the slightest degree. Shaw is able to slow time, but only when he gets into a 'dueling stance'. This essentially means, legs apart, hands on his guns and ready to fire. In this mode, time moves vastly slower, but still moves. This allows him to dodge incoming bullets to a certain degree and just think out his plan of attack really.

Super Speed - He's a lot slower in his old age, but his draw is as quick as ever. He can draw his guns faster than a speeding bullet and, even at his old age, can run faster than most young men.

Enhanced attributes - In general, Shaw is more than just your average old man. He still functions as if he was in his late 20s for the most part and can take a hit better than most.

'Call it a hunch' - Shaw's own 'spidey sense'. He has the uncanny ability to sense imminent danger. This has saved his ass more times than he can count.

Other:

Personality:
You'd expect Shaw to be a grizzled vet, world weary and tired of the superhero business. Truth is, that would have been accurate a few years ago, but nowadays he's back into the swing of things and has that zest he had as a young man back. Even though he doesn't know it, he has something of a complex when it comes to being a father. Since his father treated him so poorly, and he never got the chance to have his own kid, he actively seeks out an apprentice to teach his ways. Ever since the death of his apprentice this search has slowed, but never stopped.

Also, as if it weren't obvious, he loves western films.

Appearance:
Shaw stands at 6 foot and has a surprisingly fit physique for a man his age. He often calls himself a 'silver fox', trying to hide his age and obvious grey hair. His eyes are a piercing blue, something which he often got compliments on as a younger man. His costume consists of a red scarf, beige shirt, black trousers and brown boots, complete with spurs. He also bears an armband, displaying the logo of his former superhero squad - an octopus.

History:

@Shellshock

Looks alright so far.

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That's a shame. Thanks for giving it a try anyways!

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I'm letting everyone build their own. The requirements are listed in rule 5.

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I dunno...like maybe over a bus? I just feel like between that and him never getting tired, it's a bit much, you know?

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Creep Bros
Location: Kinko's Tags: Little Lion Man

The moon had risen to settle into the middle of the black sky. Not many stars shone over this city. The air had cooled considerably. Each huff of breath plumed out of the two villains' masks as they ran. Once the Kinko's shop and the shooter were far behind them, they began to slow. They set into a comfortable walking pace, using their knowledge of the city's layout to take a maze-like course towards their next destination. The night wasn't over yet.

The blacked out shop windows and empty parking lots made it easy to get around without being noticed. Plenty of drunks and tweekers were out this time of night, and their hoodie uniforms blended right in. That was the point, wasn't it?

Their path led them to Sanders street. They paused as the alley they had worked their way down came to an end, then darted across the street to the next. As they hustled, Black Mask happened to catch a stray glance at a bundled up man walking their way up the sidewalk. Probably homeless. It was common on this side of town. Mask ignored him and carried on after Raker.

They soon came to a broadcasting station owned by one of the local news companies. The large window in the front showed that the lights were off, the blinds halfway drawn shut. Black Mask stopped beside Raker and leaned down to peer inside. He never teleported somewhere that he didn't know or couldn't see. It wasn't that he couldn't , he just knew better. Ending up spliced with a wall was a shitty way to die. He got a look of the layout, then ported them in. Their positions became clear once more: Black Mask stood guard, and Mindraker went about searching for what he wanted to steal.

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Creep Bros
Location: Kinko's Tags: Talos and his pet knife

Fifteen new positions to keep him interested!

Black Mask's eyes boredly scanned over the article. Half this stuff didn't even sound possible. A movement over the top of the magazine brought him back into the shop, away from the latest Cosmopolitan. His dark eyes lifted to look at a strange figure standing in the doorway across the room, staring at them. He flicked his attention over to Mindraker, who was busy putting the hot and fresh papers into the folder he had nicked from the school.

The darkly dressed man plopped the magazine down onto the check out counter, the sharp snap gaining his cohort's attention. Raker looked up, then followed his gaze. Black Mask stood rigid, shoulders back and positioned for a fight. His hands dropped down to his side, black gloves in a fist. He assumed this man was a security guard, and was reaching for either a phone or a gun.

Raker, always the uncanny calm, simply tucked his folder away and straightened up to face the man. His posture didn't portray any sign of hostility or alarm. He simply did what he always did: reach into the man's mind. But...there wasn't anything there. Mindraker tilted his head just a smidge. This man wasn't human. It was also safe to assume that he wasn't a guard either.

Black Mask, upon seeing that their new foe hadn't lost his concentration, took a menacing step forward. He was much quicker to start a fight than his comrade, but Raker was quick to remind him that they weren't here to waste time. Mindraker stuck an arm out to catch the larger villain. He nodded his head towards the door when Mask looked at him. It was time to go.

With that, Mindraker turned his back to the strange non-human and began walking towards the door. Black Mask's gaze lingered on him for a moment longer before he, too, turned to leave. He whirled around just in time to see the man standing on the roof across the street, aiming the rifle at the two of them. Instinct was instant. Black Mask lunged forward to catch up with Mindraker, and just like that, the two were gone in a cloud of smoke.

The duo reappeared up the street a ways. Black Mask whipped back around to see if the man was still there, but didn't risk lingering too long. He pushed Raker forward, and the two began to run. The hole in the shop window, and new hole in the laminate floor, had been right where the black dressed villain had been standing.

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Hope this is okay.

sanctum

s a n c t u m

Sanc•tum
/ˈsaNG(k)təm/
noun
A private place from which most people are excluded.

Name - Jack Rollins

Age - 19

Gender - Male

Alias - Sanctum

Alliance - Heroic

Powers
telekenesis (minor) - Jack possesses the power of minor telekinesis. He can move small to medium sized objects with relative ease. But heavier objects drain him of his energy much more and he tends not to do it or not to be able to. The more the objects mass the more taxing it is to him.

telepathy - Jack can establish and remove psychic links with whomever he pleases, even if they are not created by him. They are connected and disconnected at will. He can’t control people’s minds but he can speak and allow them to speak to him at will. He can choose whether he lets them communicate with him (two way) or if they can only listen (one way)

Appearance - Jack often wears dark jeans a dark grey t-shirt and a light or dark grey hoodie. He has short black hair, ice blue eyes, and fair skin. He stands at about 6’1 and has a lean, slightly muscular build.

Personality - Jack is more of a laidback, carefree type than anything else. He’d much rather smoke weed with his roommates than get into conflict with villains. He really only intervenes if it relates to him or if it’s convinient. Jack isn’t anything of a hot head or a heavy-hearted fighter. He usually holds back emotions in a conflict because it’s easier to continue if something goes wrong, and so he doesn’t commit too much.

He isn’t a kind soul, or a kindred heart or whatever that bubbly bullshit is. He helps when he wants to, not all the time. Just because he has powers doesn’t mean he always has to be a hero.

History - Jack didn’t grow up in an average household. His family was poor and he was constantly scraping and stealing just so he had food for the week. His mother loved him and often sacrificed herself for his need, but she died when he was 7. It was then that Jack discovered he had his powers. He new that they were dangerous and only used them when completely necessary.

His father was a abusive, verbally and physically. The rough, potbellied man often found relieved at the bottom of a bottle of vodka. He often took off Jack’s plate while his son starved, or made him stay inside when he could be begging on the street for the little sustenance he could get. When he was 12 his father died in a drunken anger filled car crash. Jack didn’t cry. He just had regret. That he didn’t lash out or show that man the true suffering and punishment he deserved.

For his early to mid teen years he lived with his uncle in Centerville. His uncle didn’t care much being from his dad’s side, but he gave him a home, he gave him food, and he was respectable. His uncle forced him to move out when he turned 18 so he moved into an apartment with a couple of his friends who suffered the same fate. Even though next to his mom they are the two people he’s gotten closest with he hasn’t revealed his powers to them. He knows how “supers” are treated. Even if they respect him it’s to risky to have the possibility of the whole world knowing. Jack decided not to do the whole college thing and currently works at a local Centermart.

@Croissant

Accepted

<Snipped quote by Metronome>

I nerfed his power a bit. Is it acceptable now?

@Weird Tales

It looks better. If you could tweak either the non-tiring part or the leaping buildings part as well, I'll accept.

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Creep Bros
Location: At Kinko's straight flippin' copies

Soft footfalls lead away from the door. Raker waited until he was sure the coast was clear before he slithered out of the room. He'd fixed it back to make it look as though no one had been inside. He pulled the door shut behind him, gaining him the attention of the janitor as he vacuumed. The two exchanged brief glances.

"Hey what are you-," The man didn't finished his sentence before he cut himself off, his brows scrunching in confusion. The masked man walked right by him while he stood there, trying to remember what it was he was going to say. By the time the janitor recollected his thoughts, the Raker was long gone.

As Mindraker approached his new destination, his cohort was already waiting for him. The plain, black plastic of his mask stared blankly at him from under the black hood. Mask was crouching down in the shadows of an alley, hidden among the trash bags and discarded furniture. Mindraker approached and gave him a silent nod, and the man stood to follow him.

The two silently slunk through the dark, heading down an adjacent alley that lead into the better lit street. They stuck to the shadows, like two rats out of the sewer. Finally, they reached their destination. A...Kinko's? A strange front for villainy, that was for sure.

The office store was closed by now, the doors firmly locked. But that didn't stop Black Mask from teleporting them inside. They stood outside the glass doors, then in a blink of an eye and a bust of black smoke, they were on the other side of the glass. Raker slipped the files out of his hoodie and went to start up a copy machine while Black Mask glanced around for security cameras and/or guards.

The sound of several pages being copied and printed filled the shop as the two began to meander around, waiting for the machine to finish. Fresh ink and the smell of slightly mildewed carpet wafted through the air. Once Black Mask was certain that they were in the clear, he let his guard down to peruse the magazine rack that stood near the check out. He picked up one of the glossy gossip books and began to flip through the pages, offered only meager entertainment at best. $12.99? Who bought this shit?

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Accepted