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Star Wars: Rise of the New Empire (Accepting new players)

ok guys and gal, I'm so sorry that I've fallen a bit behind. I'll be posting soon, at least sometime over the weekend

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

I was getting around to it... :p. I'll update it when I get home.

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

it really is. I think we're waiting on a Zac post

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

@nitemare shape And here I was hoping to see an Icon movie using your Fan Casting..

@VATROU

Well, let's face it...my fan casting is pretty epic.

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

Nope. This is all real world based (well, sorta)

Also, since all my characters are caught up, I decided to give one of my important, yet woefully underused NPCs a moment in the spotlight

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

From the large picture windows that surrounded his cavernous office which sat on the top floor of the Midas Industries corporate office, which was the second tallest skyscraper in Lost Haven, second only to the Chambers Building, Richard Midas looked out over the city that he had called home for over two decades. In his time in Lost Haven, he had seen the city change a lot, from the vast urban development that had seen the city explode in both size and population, to the rampant crime and corruption that had been synonymous with Lost Haven for so long.

For the most part, none of that had ever bothered Midas. He had built an empire from within the city, an empire which has over the years, expanded far beyond the borders of Lost Haven and extended all over the world. He was the owner of a multinational corporation, which if it hadn’t been for his connections within the city of Lost Haven, may never have reached its potential. However, recent events within the city that he called home troubled him to the core.

It all began, ironically, when a flying man garbed in blue and silver had caught his very own space station, which due to sabotage had fallen out of orbit and threatened to flatten Lost Haven upon its reentry into Earth’s orbit. Though he had been infatuated with the man who had become known as Icon, hoping to work with the flying strongman, his proposals had been largely ignored.

That irked Midas. He was a man who was used to getting what he wanted, yet this supposed savior had rejected his invitation to work together to make the world a better place.

Icon may have been the first, but he was hardly the last. After his spectacular debut, the so called “meta humans” cam out of the woodwork, seemingly overrunning the city, as well as making their presence known all over the world. To Midas, it was of little surprise that things in Lost Haven seemed to go from bad to worse with their arrival.

From the devastation wrought on the city during what became known as D Day, to the riots that wrought havoc on the population a short time later. Then there was the “Nightmare” serial killer, which from what he understood, recently claimed nearly a full stadium full of college students at one of Lost Haven University’s spring football games. The death and destruction seemed to be endless, and none of the self appointed guardian angels had been able to put a stop to any of it.

Even the most recent threat to the city, a terrorist who claims to have placed a weapon somewhere within the city that would turn all of her denizens into meta human freaks. It was this current crisis which Midas was reflecting on as he gazed out of the massive windows at the city below, watching the headlights of vehicles move through the streets, as Lost Haven’s people commuted to and from work. Midas enjoyed watching the nightly ritual of rush hour traffic, it reminded him of the struggles of the average person, always stopping and going; giving the illusion of motion, but in reality, they were simply standing still. On this night, the traffic was significantly lighter than it normally is, many of the city’s population electing to stay home, or possibly leave the city entirely, at least until the latest crisis is resolved.

“Sir?” Midas’ manservant, Livingston said as he approached from behind. “It’s getting late, and with the current threat to the city, don’t you think it wise to go down to the bunker and wait it out?”

Midas looked up from the street, glancing over to Livingston’s reflection in the large window. Livingston had never looked so old in Midas’ eyes as he did right now. The thin, wiry man with the graying hair which seemed to cover less and less of his head as each day passed looked as if he hadn’t slept in days. The large, dark bags under his eyes seemed to confirm that theory. Midas just smiled and allowed his gaze to fall back to the streets below.

“The bunker? No.” Midas said much to the shock and dismay of his manservant.

“But sir.” Livingston protested.

“There’s no need my friend. The ‘heroes’ will put a stop to the terrorists threats, and life will go on normally, uninterrupted.” Midas told Livingston.

“And if they fail?” the older man asked, unsure if his employer had lost his mind.

“They won’t. When it really counts, they never do. And even if they did fail, I win.” Midas said, almost gloating.

“I don’t understand.” Livingston admitted.

“Do you know what your problem is, Livingston? You have no imagination. If the entire world is suddenly turned into a freak, there will be large pockets of the population who will be dying for a cure. The will be willing to pay anything for a cure. They will be willing to kill for a cure. A cure that I will provide for them. So even if we lose, I win.” Midas explained. “But that isn’t something that we have to worry about. As I said, the heroes will put a stop to this nonsense in spectacular fashion, most likely at the last moment….like they always do.”

“I wish I had your confidence, sir.” Livingston told him.

“And when it is all over, before the next madman can threaten our city with catastrophe, I’ll be there. I will remind the people of this city that we don’t need saviors in capes to save us…I will show them that we can save ourselves.”

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

It was about a month IC, maybe 3 weeks at the least

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

Just be glad Kali missed that one....

Star Wars: Rise of the New Empire (Accepting new players)

Events have delayed me, hopefully will get up CS tomorrow.

@Dymion

No worries, I've had some internet issues myself that have delayed things on my end as well

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

@nitemare shape@Hound55@Dedonus
Here's my app, sorry if it doesn't quite fit the theme/is too bland for this RP.
Any bits of constructive criticism and advice is welcomed! ^^

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_Name:

Jackson R. Thatch

_Alias:

Ryder

_{Speech Color:}

Orange

_Alignment:

Hero

_Identity:

Semi-known: While not too many actually know of him, he's more than willing to share it.

_Personality:

Ryder is a saint at heart; he's outgoing, friendly, optimistic, selfless and kind hearted. To him, the job of being a Hero is more than just beating up bad guys in cool costumes and media attention, its about helping people with their issues no matter how small it may be. Some might say he's almost childish in that sense but he's no stranger to how cruel the world can be, Ryders knows what crawls in the shadows and how dangerous it is. Despite this, he shows empathy for villains and crooks believing that they still have a heart and are just lost or misguided.

Fully accepting that he is weaker than almost every other hero, lacking in any special power or training, he makes up for it in spirit with a near indomitable will and faithful dedication to the job although he will always say that "he's just a hero for fun". It can be said that he is a stubborn bastard in that he will continue to fight even if he knows there's no chance of winning; to him as long as he can at least by time for others than he's already won. Ryder's determination is only matched by his willingness of self-sacrifice.

_Origins:

_{(Listen to this as you read)}

Jackson R. Thatch was born in a well off family with and older brother and a young baby sister but was lived in a dangerous neighborhood. Less than a year than his birth, his father had been shot after he attempted to stop a robbery in the bank he worked in. Jackson would listen to the tales of heroics and goodwill that his father did from his mother although some of them ended up being a bit fictitious. Jackson didn't care though, he loved superhero stories, dressing up as comic book heroes and running around the living room shouting, "Heroes are here to help people!"

As he grew into a teenager, he stopped being so into comic book and more into video games like so many teenaged boys but still loved the stories of bravery and courage that the characters in his games would do. His brother had also been an avid fan of many of the same games and had offered to bring Jackson and their little sister to a gaming convention as a gift (and because he wanted to show off his newly created cosplay). The convention was a huge amount of fun for the siblings but tragedy struck.

Holding the helmet of his bro's costume, Jackson happily walked down the street with his siblings as they walked back home at night. Trouble awoken when a group of men had attempted to kidnap the little sister after she strayed away from the brothers. Jackson and his brother chased after them and the older brother engaged in fist fighting to try take down the kidnappers, Jackson on the sideline cheering his bro on. But then there was a bang. Then silence as the older brother fell to the ground, a bullet now lodged in his neck. Enraged, Jackson charged straight at one of the men, tackling them to the ground but was soon overwhelmed by the other kidnappers. Then there was a second bang; the police had arrived but too late. As the criminals surrendered, Jackson ran to his dying brother who, with his own blood, drew a heart on the sidewalk and smiled at his little bro with what strength he had left, "Y-y-you a-ar... are a-a... he-h...hero..."

Scarred by his brother's death, he half-yelled at a police officer with tears in his eyes why there were no heroes around. The response he got was "Maybe they didn't think this was important enough." His heart broke, Jackson wailed that heroes were supposed to help people but he ended up in tears before he could really finish his sentence.

From that day on, Jackson thought if there would be no heroes to help people like one who could have prevented both the death of his brother and his father, he would become one. He trained long and hard before realizing that he wasn't hero material, lacking any special power or immense wealth. But it was his little sister who had discovered the very first super hero comic Jackson ever owned and asked him why did he like it so much. Jackson replied with a "Since he's a guy who helps people" before coming to the conclusion that heroes didn't need special abilities to help people. Since then, Jackson christened himself "Ryder" and has been training to the fullest of his abilities while taking on all the jobs which other heroes would consider to small to be of worth.

_Outfit:

Costume & Weapon

Ryder's isn't an actual super hero costume as much as it is a repurposed cosplay outfit that was originally made by his brother which he's upgraded with what he has. The base is a grey-camo military fatigue-styled pants and shit combination. Protection comes in the form of hard PVC plastic upper chest plate, forearm protectors, shinguard and knee guards with metal under them. A body wrap of dense fiber covers most his torso and a utility belt hands around his waist with simple medical supplies and tools stored in pouches. Due to slight eyesight issues he wears a pair of square glasses under his helmet when he takes it off.

In terms of weapons, Ryder uses a simple metal staff which can split in half and be used as two sticks by the way of a simple magnetic twist-lock. Simple but Ryder finds enough use in it for him to treasure it. The only other thing of note is his bike, a simple light frame bicycle spray painted green with a battery-powered headlight and a wire basket in the front which is used as his primary mode of transportation.

_{Hero Type:}

Normal

_{Power Level:}

Street Level

_Attributes:

Strength - Normal
Speed - 20 mph
Endurance - 2 Hours
Agility - Average
Intelligence - Average
Fighting Skill - Trained

_Resources:

Average

_Weakness:

Ryder is just a normal man. While he has the spirit to be a hero, he lacks any of the superpowers or extraordinary resources of most heroes and gym training can only do so much for him. What other stronger heroes might consider but a scratch could easily prove crippling or even fatal to Ryder.

Additionally, while Ryder isn't naive on how evil and manipulative the world is, he's too nice of a person and is fairly gullible when ti comes to helping people. He just wants to make the world a better place with what he can do even if the world doesn't want him around.

_{Supporting Characters:}

Anna Thatch - Jackson's mother who is supportive of her sons efforts saying that she always knew that he had a "big, caring heart".
Alice Thatch - Jackson's little sister whose now in middle school and perhaps the most supportive of his brother's actions and often boasts to classmates, "My brother is a hero!"
Alex Rodovire - Jackson's best friend whose take it upon himself to a "vow of secrecy" even though Jackson himself doesn't care much for it.
Elizabeth Lovgood - Jackson's girlfriend who while is worried about her boyfriend's safety, is confident that he can prevail through anything.

@ClocktowerEchos

Looks good, we just need the sample and you'll be approved. Looks like you have an interesting character there

For some reason, as Ded pointed out, the Sample post section of the CS was oddly missing since we updated the OP. That has been fixed.