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Create-A-Hero: A Superhero RPG Season 2- New Horizons (Closed)

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Create-A-Hero: A Superhero RPG Season 2- New Horizons (Closed)

Ever since Slipstream and Arachne took down the Hounds of Humanity’s secret base just outside of Pacific Point, the speedster hadn’t been able to sit still. The things that she had seen inside of that hellish place were forever burned into her brain. The meta humans locked in cages, resigned to their fates, awaiting their executions. The looks renewed hope on their faces when the two super powered women came to their rescue, and the bodies of those that they weren’t in time to save haunted her every waking moment, as well as her dreams.

So she ran.

She ran up and down the California coast. By her count, she had stopped three bank robberies, seven muggings, two gas station robberies, and even a suicide attempt at the Golden Gate Bridge. And while it helped keep her mind off of the horrors that she had witnessed. However, she kept at it, looking for people to save, looking for criminals to stop. To Slipstream, each victim wore the face of one of the metas who had been locked away in that pit, and each criminal wore the black body armor that had become synonymous with the terror organization. However, nothing seemed to ease her mind.

So she kept running

She ran from Mexicali to Portland, then back.

Yet, the images that had been burned into her brain refused to fade.

So she ran faster.

She ran so fast and so far that she had completely lost track of where she was. The cityscapes merged with woodland forests, which suddenly transformed into the vast sand dunes of the desert in less than a blink of an eye. The entire world stood still as she raced up and down the Pacific Coast, trying to outrun the ghosts of what she had seen. People and cars faded from view as she zipped along the streets and freeways, her focus not in the here and now, but on the ifs and could have beens.

Then something caught her attention in the distance. Hovering in the air just a dozen of so feet off the ground was what looked to be a man. At first she thought that her eyes were playing tricks on her, but as she got closer to the blue and silver clad man, as her eyes were drawn to this impressive figure who’s billowing cape somehow made him more imposing, she realized that it was no trick of the light, it was no mirage…It was him. However, why he was hovering just feet off of the ground in her direct path was a mystery. So she did what anyone would do in this situation…

She stopped running.

“Hi.” She said sheepishly as she looked up to meet his gaze. She figured that given her chosen career path, she’d eventually cross paths with him, but she never thought that in a million years he’d be the one to search her out. She had seen him on TV, she’d read about his exploits over the last several years, hell…everyone had. But standing here with him floating over her gave her a whole new perspective. Even as he hovered over her silently, she realized that all those stories and the news footage didn’t do him justice. Even without saying a word he had a commanding presence that was in all honesty, awe inspiring.

“I’ve been meaning to swing by sooner, but things have been a bit hectic.” Icon said nonchalantly. “When I head about a speedster in Pacific Point, I wondered if you were one of the twins.” he explained.

“Sorry to disappoint.” Slipstream said apologetically.

“Don’t be ridiculous. I heard about what you and Arachne did with the Hounds. You saved a lot of people. You’ve been doing good work from what I’ve seen. Keep it up.”

Slipstream perked up for a moment as she listened to Icon’s praise, but then she remembered the victims that she couldn’t save at the Hounds’ secret base, and she lowered her head.

“I’m sure that there are a bunch of people who would say the opposite.” She said meekly.

“Sorry?” Icon asked, not sure what she meant.

“We were too late. I was too late. They had already killed a lot of the hostages. We weren’t in time.” Slipstream told him.

“That isn’t on you, that’s on the Hounds.” Icon said sternly. “I’ll tell you something that someone told me once. It wasn’t something that I wanted to hear, and it didn’t make me feel any better at the time, but after thinking about it for awhile, I realized that he was right.” Icon paused for a moment before continuing.

“It doesn’t matter how fast or powerful you are, or how good you are at what you do. You can’t save everyone. But that should never stop you from trying.”

“…” Slipstream was about to say something, but instead remained silent.

“You mourn the ones you couldn’t save, you honor them. But you have to move forward and do the best you can to save as many as possible.” Icon finished.

Slipstream thought for a moment, and while he was right about it not making her feel any better, he was also right in the overall sentiment. She decided there that she would take his advice. She couldn’t change the past, but she would do whatever she could to save as many as she could going forward.

“Thanks.” She said, and for the first time in days a smile began to form on her lips.

“Anytime. See you around….?” He paused, realizing that he had never gotten her name.

“Slipstream.” She said.

“Alright. See you around Slipstream, I have a feeling we’re going to be seeing each other again soon.” He said before rocketing off into the skies.

“See you around.” Slipstream said before taking leave herself. She couldn’t wait to get back to the apartment and tell Gemma and Izzy about what had just happened.

Create-A-Hero: A Superhero RPG Season 2- New Horizons (Closed)

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@VATROU

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Create-A-Hero: A Superhero RPG Season 2- New Horizons (Closed)

So the CAHristmas is over, back to our regularly scheduled programming

Create-A-Hero: A Superhero RPG Season 2- New Horizons (Closed)

Six Months ago, Christmas Eve

For the residents of the Williamston Crossing apartment building in Little Ulster, it had been a hard few days. After a devastating fire had burned the building to the ground, the people who had called the building home were left homeless, having lost everything. Many of the residents were given temporary accommodations in the basement of St. Michael’s Church, in the “classrooms” that the church held Sunday School for the parishioners’ children. In all, twenty two families were now homeless, just in time for the holidays.

In the wake of the fire, the community really came together for the victims. The entire neighborhood put together a clothing drive for the victims and even on such short notice, they were able to get sponsors to get toys and other gifts for the families, so that the children would have something to open on Christmas morning, so that even in such a difficult time, not only the children, but each member of every family affected would have some small sense of normalcy.

Bags and bags of toys and other goods had been put together in just under three days’ time. Even the organizers were shocked by the outpouring of support for these families. It just showed, that even with all of its troubles, the people of Lost Haven were special. They truly had come together and because of the selflessness of so many people, these families would still have a Christmas.
However, now all that planning and goodwill might be for naught. A winter nor’easter had made the roads nearly impassable, and thus, the delivery of the goods all but impossible.

A dejected Nick Spencer sat in makeshift office in the abandoned storefront which made up the local chapter of Angels & Elves, regional charity which oversaw the acquisition and distribution of toys for low income families, and an organization that had taken point on the sudden drive of gifts for the Williamston Crossing families. He had gone above and beyond to ensure that the displaced children would have gifts to open on Christmas morning, yet mother nature herself had decided to stand in the way of that goal. The delivery drivers that had volunteered to bring the items to St. Michael’s were unable to do so because the road conditions were so bad due to the 18 inches of snow that had fallen in only half a day.

"Let me know how I can help.” a voice came from behind him. It was a voice that was somewhat familiar to Nick, though he couldn’t quite place it.

“Unless you can get all this stuff to St. Michael’s, there really isn’t much you can do.” Nick said dolefully as he turned to face the newcomer, only to have his jaw hit the floor when he saw who stood before him. It wasn’t just anyone who had wandered into his office. In fact, he may have been looking into the eyes of the very solution to his problem. “Icon?” he said in disbelief.

“I think I might be able to help with that.” Icon said as he took the first of the bags, and like a blue and silver clad Santa Claus, hung it over his shoulder before grabbing a second bag and doing the same. Then with a nod and a smile, went out the front door and took to the skies, repeating the trip several times until all the gifts had been delivered to St. Michael’s, and thus saving Christmas for the very people who needed it the most.

Create-A-Hero: A Superhero RPG Season 2- New Horizons (Closed)

GMs, do I need to do anything to my existing character sheet before jumping back in?

@HenryJonesJr

nah, you're good

Create-A-Hero: A Superhero RPG Season 2- New Horizons (Closed)

Joe Jenkins was tired of living in fear. Over the course of the last couple of years, ever since the freak in the blue and silver jump suit flew up into the sky and caught a space station in midair, preventing it from crashing into the earth, metahumans and other super powered beings have been crawling out of the woodwork. Since their arrival, the metahumans had done nothing but caused trouble for everyone else. They thought that they were above the law, always fighting amongst themselves, not caring about the damage they did, or the people they hurt…or the lives they destroyed. After his sister was killed in the explosion that destroyed the Downeast Mall, he vowed that he would do everything in his power to ensure that nothing like that would ever happen again.

The Hounds found him shortly after mall massacre. With the pain of losing his younger sister still raw, Joe found himself spending his nights, and more often than not, his days at his favorite dive bar in Little Ulster, Croak’s. The inside of the bar left much to be desired, a couple of high top tables and two pool tables just off of the bar itself. The walls were covered in colorful graffiti, some of it slightly suggestive, and other entries touting the exploits of a certain “Man from Nantucket.” The floor was dirty. Not just in the sense that it probably hadn’t been mopped since about 1987, but in a way that when something was dropped or spilled on the floor, the regulars knew just to leave it, lest risk contracting Hepatitis. So when a recruiter for the Hounds of Humanity found him on that barstool, it took little more than a couple of shots and a promise of revenge to convince him to sign up.

Since that night, he had been a loyal foot soldier for the Hounds of Humanity, hunting down metahumans and dispatching them in the most painful ways possible. Through his hatred, he found a sadistic sense of satisfaction in as he called it, “putting an end to the metahumans threat, one freak at a time.” In the months since he joined with the Hounds of Humanity, he’d gone on numerous missions, in fact, more than he could count. Some were smaller in scale, picking off a meta as she jogged down the street, pulling her into an alley and going to work on her with his blade, or putting one down from a half a block away with a high powered rifle and a scope. Recently he had been involved in several of the raids that had resulted in mass casualties. It was the only thing that brought his mind ease, knowing that he was doing some good in the world.

On this night, he and a half dozen fellow soldiers were tracking a meta of unknown origin in Lost Haven’s French Quarter. They had tracked it to an alley behind Valentin’s, a popular Creole restaurant. The Hounds followed the meta into the alley, however, when they entered the alley itself, they found that they were alone. The surprise of losing their prey resulted in some finger pointing and arguing among some of the men. However, the sudden roar that emanated from behind a pair of dumpsters silenced the men, who immediately took up positions to confront whatever it was that they were up against. However, the alley was narrow and did not allow for optimal combat positioning. When their prey pounced from behind the dumpsters, it ripped into the first several Hounds with a ferocity that Joe had never seen before. The creature stood nearly seven feet tall when it was up on two legs, with long fur as black as pitch. The creature had distinctly canine feature- short pointy ears, long sharp fangs, and on his hands and feet, large razor sharp claws, which it used to tear into one Hound after another. Joe stood there, frozen in terror as he watched the creature dismember each man on his squad. When he finally found the courage to turn and run, it was too late. The beast sprung at him. He could feel the creature tearing into him with his claws and teeth.

The last thing that Joe Jenkins heard was the loud, primal scream as the creature howled into the moonlight.

Create-A-Hero: A Superhero RPG Season 2- New Horizons (Closed)

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So, what are your narrative goals for this character other than to fight and beat Icon, Mandate, and any other powerhouse in Create-A-Hero?

@Dedonus

Make a post or 2 and then vanish? :p

Create-A-Hero: A Superhero RPG Season 2- New Horizons (Closed)

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