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Lyger was utterly stunned as he watched the young woman bring the heavy armored door to life with a mere touch. It was at this moment that he realized that he was not dealing with someone who used some sort of advanced technology, but a woman who had the ability to bring objects to life.

“Well, that’s new.” Lyger said to himself as the woman’s bizarre creation scrambled toward him.

The construct slashed at him in a flurry of movement that was both ferocious and fast, and Lyger had a hard time figuring out just how to fend it off. The strange construct forced Lyger back as he tried to find an opening. He punched the construct, and that oly seemed to cause it to fight harder. The construct was quick and violent, slashing at Lyger with everything it had. Lyger tried to fight back, but the construct proved to be just as evasive as it was violent.

As Lyger tried to fend off the construct, he saw that the young woman who had caused this was quickly making an escape. Lyger knew that he couldn’t let that happen, so as the construct slashed at him, he reached under it’s “abdomen” and flipped it up, sending it crashing into the wall of the ally. No sooner had it hit the wall that the construct was skittering back towards him. Lyger took advantage of the moment’s separation to catch up to the woman. Knowing that he had some ground to make up, Lyger fired a grapple line into the ally wall and used the line to propel himself after the woman. However, even as he touched down behind her, she kept running, not only that, but the construct was right on his heels.

Knowing that he had to end this quickly, Lyger fired a single sedative dart from his wrist gauntlet. When he saw her stop suddenly and reach for the back of her neck, he knew that he had hit is mark. The woman took several more steps before going down to one knee, and then collapsing on the ground. Lyger had hoped that with her mental link with the construct severed, it would render the construct inanimate again, however, the fact that the construct was still skittering after him disproved that theory. With the woman out of commission and no longer needing to pursue her, Lyger turned to face the construct. The bizarre construct continued toward him on its almost insect like legs, slashing its claws at him as it approached. The construct jumped at him, however, Lyger was able to catch it in midair and brought it up over his head, and with all his might, he slammed it down into the pavement. He picked the construct up again and repeated the action a half dozen times until the construct stopped struggling. With the construct destroyed, he turned his attention to the young woman who was now sleeping soundly in the middle of the ally. With a touch of a button he activated his comlink.
“Kaiju, my location.” He said, activating his suit’s built in GPS system. Within moments, he could hear the roar of his supercar’s engine as it closed in on his location, stopping several feet from where he stood. Lyger then went about binding the woman’s arms with a pair of cuffs that Harry had given him, and left her bound to a nearby dumpster along with the money that she had stolen. There was a heavy police presence in the area, and he knew that they would be by anytime to pick her up and lock her away with the rest of the garbage that might try anything similar, so once she was secured he got into the car and made his way into the city.

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A little something. I noticed a distinct lack of shamans. ;)



Character you have created: Uskriss Ranore
Alias: The Wolf

Speech Color: Color=Tan

Character Alignment: Hero

Identity: Secret (Known to his family)

Character Personality: Brash, impulsive, and loud, Uskri is unafraid to speak his mind, no matter what the cost. He will always place himself in harms' way to protect others, and challenge any repression, be it of the government, villains, or even other heroes. However, he doesn't use his powers unless he absolutely has to. In addition, he loves children and the elderly, and will fly into a blind rage if they are harmed.

Uniform/costume:

Picture

Origin Info/Details: Uskri was born to a family of vaguely Norse-Irish/Native American descent in the Tornegat Mountains of Newfoundland, Canada. They were the one family that lived in the woods, that everyone suspected had mystical powers. Turns out, everyone's suspicions were right. Powerful shamans in their own right, they communed with nature, helping everyone in the nearby town live a little easier. However, recently, they felt a calling to Lost Haven. To do what, they didn't know. Still, they'll do the best they can, to make everything in Lost Haven right.

Hero Type (Select one):
Muscle (Shaman)

Power Level (Select one below):

World Level

Powers (Be Specific):
Astral Vision- Uskri can see into the spirit world, and communicate with the spirits therein. He can also see the auras of people and places, able to discern the slightest detail.
Planar Manipulation- Uskri can call upon the primal forces of a plane to bind a spirit. However, he prefers to form a contract with one, rather than force it into bondage.
Ley Line Evocation- While located near a Ley Line, where the borders between the Spirit World and the Physical World fray, his spirits increase in power.
Nature Attunement- Uskri can speak with animals and the spirits of plants.
Spirits- Uskri is in a contract with five spirits, fire, water, wind, earth, and lightning.
Motega the Flamewrought- This particular spirit allows Uskri to generate fire, and manipulate it, to a degree.
Tadi the Waterborn- Tadi allows Uskri to manipulate water, and gives him regenerative powers. Said regeneration works only if Uskri focuses, however.
Taizihr Windancer- Taizihr lends Uskri his agility and flight ability.
Yarheg Rockmantle- Yarheg lends Uskri his immense strength and vitality, and the ability to shape the earth.
Nakrirlun of Thunder- Nakri allows Uskri to empower his attacks with lightning, and cause small thunderclaps when they hit.

Attributes:

Strength Level: 50 tons.

Speed/Reaction Timing Level: 100+ MPH.

Endurance at MAXIMUM Effort: 3 1/2 hours, at best.

Agility: 15x Human Level

Intelligence: Average

Fighting Skill: Mastered

Resources: Minimal

Weaknesses: Uskri's spirits are not omnipotent, and there are things that even they cannot accomplish. In addition to this, Uskri, while extremely skilled in fighting, is still mortal. Even with the enhanced vitality, Uskri can be killed, if one is determined enough.

Supporting Characters: Uskri's family currently resides with him in their apartment in Lost Haven, and they are a tight-knit group.

Allaenna (Ally) Ranore- Uskri's spirited younger sister. With brown hair, and emerald eyes, the teenager stands at 5'1". She has bonded to only one spirit, a wind spirit named Askan.

Dathan Ranore- Uskri's younger. With black hair, the green eyes of the Ranore family, and a height of 6'2", Dathan is the perfect example of a friendly middle child. He has bonded to three spirits, one fire, one water, and one lightning.

Via Ranore- Uskri's mother. The elderly shaman is known for her kindness, but don't let this fool you. Underneath her tiny form, resonates pure power. She has black hair, with streaks of gray, and the typical green eyes of the Ranore.

Do you know how to post pictures on RPG boards?: Yep.

Sample Post:

WIP

Uskri smiled as the children surrounded

@Athinar

Looks good so far, once you get the sample up you'll be approved

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The young woman cried out for him to keep back, but Lyger had no intention of doing so. Then she threw two metal orbs at him, the first of which took an instectoid form and gave off a reddish glow. The other took on a dragon like form, and both were heading straight toward him. Lyger did not know what to make of the woman, other that she seemed to be using some sort of advanced technology to attempt to not only rob the armored truck, but to keep him at bay as well.

The insectoid machine soon began to pulse, and before he knew it, bolts of electricity shot towards him, while the larger dragon like projectile began spewing a small stream of fire directly at him. Lyger jumped to the side, easily avoiding the first attacks, and then leapt back, dodging another. Lyger raised his hand and fired a stinger from his wrist gauntlet. The projectile dart, similar in design to the sedative dart that he occasionally employs while outnumbered, hit the insect like machine dead center, causing it to shatter on impact.

The dragon like machine was undeterred. It redoubled and made its way toward Lyger. Lyger fired another stinger at the remaining machine, and though the stinger struck its target, it had little effect. The dragon machine opened its mouth again and more fire spewed from its maw, yet Lyger was able to easily sidestep the attack. He reached for the dragon machine and grabbed it. The machine struggled within his grip, it squirmed and tried to get away. However, Lyger twisted the machine with his hands and pulled simultaneously, ripping it apart. As he turned toward the woman, he noticed that a third insect like machine was making its way toward him, firing a small laser at him as it advanced. Lyger bounded away from the new insect like machine, avoiding its assault, even as made his way to meet it. As the machine fired another round of lasers, he dove towards it, and using the remains of the dragon like machine as a nun-chuck, he crushed the laser happy insect with a powerful strike, which sent the head of the dragon flying from its "shoulder."

Lyger stepped toward the woman with the lifeless dragon machine in his hands. He stopped directly in front of the woman and dropped the machine at her feet.

“If that’s the best you’ve got, you might want to consider another line of work.” Lyger said as the woman looked at him with wide eyes.

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Lyger stood on the ledge of the Palmer Building in downtown Lost Haven. To the casual observer he would have looked like one of the numerous gargoyles which could be found on the roof as well as on the ledges of the upper levels of the building. The Palmer Building was an oddity in Lost Haven, the architect who was also the owner of the building; Charles Palmer had been a fan of gothic architecture, specifically, the many gothic cathedrals in France and other European counties. It was because of this that he had chosen to include them on his own masterpiece.

Over the years, the Palmer had been a hotel, as well as an apartment building. Eventually it was converted into an office building, however, in the mid 1980’s it had fallen into disrepair. It was in the early ‘90’s that the historical society of Lost Haven took ownership of the building, and had renovated it, with plans to turn it into a museum. However, with the opening of the Lost Haven Museum of Fine Arts not too far away, the plans were scrapped, and the Palmer lies vacant, it’s only tenants being rats and the occasional vagrant.

From his perch, Lyger stood vigilant, watching over an area of Sherman Square which had been particularly hard hit by the riots the night before, watching for anyone who might be emboldened enough to try to capitalize on the uncertainty that remains in the city, and attempt to repeat the chaos that had ensued. Thus far, the night had proven to be uneventful. In fact, one might even call it calm. It was almost as if the entire city had gotten all of the chaos and mayhem out of its collective system the night before, and was taking the night off. It was so quiet in fact, that Lyger kept finding his mind drifting to other things, such as his seemingly failing relationship with Addy, who he hadn’t seen, and barely heard from in weeks. When he did finally hear from her, it was always a simple one or two word response in a text or over the phone, and then nothing for days. He also found himself thinking about his growing feelings for Sam, who he had been spending more and more time with when he wasn’t in costume.

Stay focused dammit. He thought to himself, knowing full well that any lapse in concentration could lead to his death, or someone else’s.

Moments later, his attention shifted. There was a commotion just down the block. He could hear the sounds of a truck coming to a sudden stop, and then the sounds of breaking glass. He looked in the direction of the sounds and with a single finger, tapped a button on his visor which activated his mask’s build in binoculars. To say that he was surprised with what he saw would be an understatement. He saw what looked to be a young woman with scarves covering her face attacking an armored truck with what looked to be some sort of weaponized drones. Knowing that he had little time to act, Lyger fired a grapple line from his wrist gauntlet and swung away from the Palmer Building, making his way along the rooftops toward the bizarre robbery.

Not wanting to rush in, Lyger watched the young woman from the rooftop of a nearby convenience store. She didn’t seem sure of herself. It was clear to him that she hadn’t been doing this sort of thing for very long. She was sloppy, she was too focused on the driver and his partner in the truck. This allowed him to drop down to the street behind her. The young woman had been crouched down on the ground, but soon she scrambled to her feet as she issued a warning to the men in the truck.

"Don't move and you will be fine. I only want the money." She told them, completely unaware that Lyger was approaching her from behind.

“Then I’m afraid you’re going to be disappointed.” Lyger informed her in a deep and raspy voice that even surprised him, as he continued his approach.

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Elaine is approved.

Also, obviously, my newest Lyger post takes place the day after the riots. If you are still involved in an arc that takes place on that night, feel free to continue

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Kyle sat in his usual seat in the LHU dining hall with a cup of coffee and his breakfast in front of him. He was exhausted; the previous night’s riots had kept him out in the city all night long. It took every effort to just keep his eyes open while he drank his morning caffeine and shoveled the substandard “egg” into his mouth. He had no idea how he would managed getting through his three classes today, two of which were enough to put him to sleep even after a full eight hours of sleep. Fortunately, because of the security threat posed by the riots, and the lingering unrest that permeated the city, the University had decided to cancel classes for the day.

While he ate his breakfast, he also looked over the front page of the Lost Haven Globe, one of 3 of the city’s major newspapers. On the front page was a photo of a burning apartment building with the headline [ b] “Riots Strike Fear!!”[/b], and it detailed the events of the prior evening. As he read the article, he felt a gentle rubbing on his shoulder. He jumped in surprise, and looked up to see who had touched him. Much to his relief, he saw Sam standing to his side, one hand on his shoulder. She offered a weak smile and sat down beside him.

“Crazy shit, huh?” She said looking at the headline, her voice filled with a sadness that had been ever present since the night that Ronnie had been killed. As responsible as Kyle had felt over their friend’s death, Sam felt worse. She was suffering from a bout of survivor’s guilt, agonizing over the fact that because Kyle had tackled her to the ground, Ronnie had been hit.

“Yeah, it’s unreal.” He answered as he leaned into her, giving her a light one armed hug. “How are you holding up?” He asked, his voice softening slightly.

“Shitty.” Sam said flatly, causing Kyle to push the paper aside and turn to Sam, giving her his full attention.
“I know what you mean. Between the madness last night and what happened with…” He paused, reluctant to say the name of his deceased friend, not for his own sake, but for Sam’s.

“Yeah.” Sam agreed, leaning against Kyle’s shoulder. “Hey, I’m kind of tired; I really haven’t been sleeping well. You mind walking me back to my dorm?”

“Of course.” Kyle said as he started to get up from his seat. As they began to make their way toward Sam’s dorm, Kyle slipped him arm over her shoulders and gave her a slight squeeze.

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Hey guys, sorry I've been MIA. Been sick. Nothing worse than Summertime flu

Create-A-Hero: A Superhero RPG (Closed)

Hey guys and gals, just wanted to say that I'm thrilled with all the activity over the last few days. Some excellent posts.

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I like how the superpowered people are fighting, and we're just like:

...

Sup.

@Athinar

Yeah, in most places it would be a big deal. In Lost Haven, it's Tuesday

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Icon stood before the prone body of Polemos, whose form was now engulfed by flame. Though the warrior was stunned by Icon’s latest attack, he was not finished, as he had already begun to stir. As Icon stood there keeping a keen eye on his foe, an owl seemingly appeared out of nowhere and landed momentarily on his shoulder, before taking off again, keeping a safer distance between itself and the two combatants. Icon watched the owl, not entirely sure what to make of the curious creature, or the almost unnatural way it hovered overhead. Suddenly, out of nowhere, the mysterious woman who had made her presence known earlier in the fight had reappeared, this time instead of appearing beside Icon, she stood near Polemos, and with little effort it seemed, held the rampaging warrior in place.

“Mortal,” Athena began to speak, trying to get her message across a second time. Even though she was so close to the fight between these two heavyweights, the Goddess of Wisdom was in no risk of danger, as only Icon out of the two combatants could see her. Also, to ensure that Icon actually got her message this time, Athena planted her foot against Polemos’ clavicle, pressing him down so that he could not counterstrike while she was talking to Icon. “Do not be alarmed, for I am not in league with this madman, even though our choice of attire might cause you to think otherwise. While it is indeed noble of you to confront this man, the battle between you two is like two Nemean lions brawling it out. While each could harm one another with its own claws, neither beast could kill the other. This battle between almost indestructible men will only bring more collateral damage to this city. However, there is another way.”

@Dedonus

She’s right. Icon thought to himself. I have to put an end to this before we put anyone else in harm’s way.

Prompted by what Athena had just said, Bubo once again launched itself from Athena’s shoulder and headed back whence it came, trying to gain a considerable head start. “I would suggest following my little owl friend there, if you wish to finish this battle. Once you have arrived at your destination, you shall see what you must do. Finally, you might want to extinguish this mortal’s flame. It might become problematic for this plan to work.” Yet again, once Athena had bestowed what she considered her sound advice upon Icon, she disappeared from Icon’s line of sight.

@Dedonus

Icon watched as the owl took off toward the city. However, he was confronted with a new set of problems. With no water in sight, how would he extinguish Polemos’ flames without losing track of the bird, and with the probability that Polemos’ flames were mystical in origin, would water put them out in the first place? Then he got an idea. He wasn’t sure if it would work, but he could see no other options. He approached Polemos, who had again begun to stir. Icon grabbed the warrior and in an instant, rocketed skyward. Icon used his enhanced vision to track the owl, even as he reached the upper limits of Earth’s atmosphere. As the oxygen level in the upper atmosphere dropped, Polemos’ flames grew weaker. They continues to weaken until the two combatants had broken free of the atmosphere and Icon found himself looking down on Lost Haven from Earth’s orbit.

With the flames no extinguished, Icon rocketed back toward Lost Haven. As he and Polemos reentered the atmosphere, they would have looked like a small shooting star to those watching from the ground. Having never lost track of the owl, he followed as the bird reached its destination. Icon entered the lair of the young spider woman who he had rescued from Polemos’ vicious attack, and saw exactly what the mysterious woman had in mind, a massive spider web.

Icon put on the brakes and launched Polemos into the web. Though the Greek was dazed by their trip to outer space, he still struggled to get free, however, Icon was relieved to see that the web was holding, and try as he might, not only could Polemos not escape, but he seemed to find himself bound tighter the more he struggled.