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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)

Travis Murdock stood in front of the massive computer bank that lined the inside of the Hounds of Humanity’s command center just outside of Lost Haven. This was where he would monitor the numerous operations that his subordinates would carry out across the country. At the very beginning, things were going very well. The Hounds of Humanity had eliminated a number of metahumans targets all over the US, including the very organization which had been tasked with keeping the meta threat at bay, S.T.R.I.K.E. Unfortunately, Director Anderson and the pencil pushers in Washington had come out decidedly soft on the metahumans.
However, recently the metahumans began fighting back.

They had suffered losses in Pacific Point, Crown Ridge, and Lost Haven, among other sites. In fact, with the exception of Captain Dahl, Murdock had been extremely disappointed in his subordinates. Murdock had watched as his forces suffered loss after loss, and the leader of the Hounds of Humanity found this string of defeats to be utterly unacceptable. He knew that there must be something that he was missing, so he took a seat behind the main computer terminal and began to analyze the data. He knew that if he just looked hard enough, he’d find a way to turn things back in the Hounds’ favor.

However, after several moments of going over the information before him, his eyes began to gloss over, his mind became somewhat foggy and he was no longer in the Hounds’ bunker, he was someplace else, in another time altogether.

The sun was shining brightly on this bitter cold day. The day before saw a snowstorm that had covered the streets of Lost Haven in a blanket of crisp white snow that had transformed the city into a true winter wonderland. The holidays were only a few weeks away, and with the newly fallen snow, Murdock had been reminded of the Holidays of his youth, and he wanted nothing more than to relive those memories with his own family. Having recently moved to Lost Haven from Arizona, his daughter Judith, nor his wife Lilly, both being native Sun Devils, had never experienced anything like this. The city streets were lined with Christmas trees, each decorated and illuminated by row after row of lights. The shops were also festively decorated; lights and tinsel adorned the doorways of some, while others chose a more naturalistic look, choosing instead wreaths and strands of pine. Judith rushed enthusiastically from tree to tree, looking at all of the decorations, which had been provided by the local elementary school children. Only taking her attention from the trees long enough to look in the window of The Toy Case, a local toy store which had an impressive display of MyGirl dolls in the front window.

“Look at this Daddy!” She had gleefully called to him.

Then in an instant, everything changed.

There was no warning of any danger in the vicinity. There was just an explosion. One moment Lilly and Judith had been looking at the “North Pole” MyGirl doll display in the window, then an instant later, there was a loud noise, and then nothing but darkness. At first, Murdock had thought he was dead. However, after the initial shock of the blast had worn off, he tried to get to his feet. His legs were like spaghetti at first, making it difficult to get firm footing. His ears were ringing. He stumbled as he tried to get over to the spot where his wife and daughter had been standing just moments before.

“Lilly! Judith!” He cried out, frantically searching for his wife and daughter.

“Sir! Are you alright?” a voice stirred him from his daze. He looked to his left and saw one of his subordinates, a young man named James Clancy, who, do to his taste in dessert pastries had earned the unflattering nickname Creampuff.

“Yeah, I’m fine.” Murdock said as he shook the memories from his mind. “Is everything all set?”

“Yes Sir.” Clancy replied. “We’re just waiting for you.”

“Good, set the targeting computer for Nautican Island, Paris, and Philadelphia, as discussed.” Murdock told the man.

“Yes Sir.” Clancy did as he was told. “The coordinates are locked in, just waiting for your order.”

“No. I’ll do it myself.” Murdock said as he stepped over to the console that Clancy was standing in front of. He looked at the coordinates, double checking their accuracy, and then entered the command which would initiate the bombardment.

***

Nautican Island, Massachusetts

The small island located about forty miles off of the coast of Boston had an interesting history. The island had once a whaling powerhouse on the world stage. Then, in the 1860’s, Nautican Island became one of the greatest assets of the Underground Railroad, a place so far off of the beaten path that the southern bounty hunters never thought to even look there for escaped slaves. Eventually, the island became a resort community that was frequently visited by the rich and famous. In the decades that followed, the blue collar working class residents were forced off of the island due to the rising costs of living that came about as a result of the rich driving up the cost of housing.
Desperate for a new working class, which became necessary when the residents that had previously served that purpose being priced off of the island, the Nautican Island tourism board reached out to the rising meta human population around New England. The island businesses sought to bring in a large number of meta humans with the promises of cheap and even sin some cases free housing, and high wages.
And they came in droves.

Over time, Nautican Island took on a whole new identity separate from the playground for the rich and powerful that it had taken on in the decades prior to the influx of meta humans.

Kristine Grant waded in the waters at Surfside Beach, which was located on the south side of the island. She and her boyfriend, Cole Pierce had come at sunset to partake in what had become somewhat of a tradition among islanders, skinny dipping as the sun seeming sinks beneath the waves. The two young lovers splashed as the frolicked in the churning surf beneath the majestic multicolored sky. The pinks, purples, oranges, reds and blues that canvassed the early evening sky were utterly breathtaking, and as Kristine looked up and the marvelous colors, she couldn’t help but think that she was the luckiest woman in the world.
Then something changed.

The brilliant colors were blotted out, overpowered by an odd red glow. Kristine and Cole watched as the strange red glow grew brighter and brighter. Then, an instant later it was almost like the sky fell, the last thing that Kristine and Cole saw was a massive wall of red light crashing down on them. For an instant there was a searing pain that was like nothing that either had experienced, and then there was nothing.

Paris, Texas

In recent years, there was a growing problem in Paris, Texas. The city of less than 30,000 people, which had once been named “The best small town in Texas,” had seen an influx of gangs and crime. Under normal circumstances, the increase in crime would prove to be problematic for a city the size of Paris. At only 44 square miles, the violence that would typically accompany the arrival of gangs was magnified.

However, the crisis that Paris found itself embroiled in was far from normal. The city had been utterly invaded by super powered gangs. Some of the gangs had moved in from Dallas and other larger cities to the south. The gangs used brutal tactics adopted from gangs such as Mara Salvatrucha, otherwise known as MS-13, and Death Squad in order to take control of the city. The gangs were too much for local law enforcement to handle, and quickly took firm control of the city.

Then they turned on each other.

Over that last eighteen months, a bloody war was waged on the streets of Paris. The Belmont Crew and the 7th Street Hustlers took pot shots at one another while the Bloods, Crips, Latin Kings and the Lone Star Syndicate made Paris a complete war zone. Unfortunately for the residents of the city, which had seen it’s local and state police forces all but give up on reigning in the violence, they had little hope that the war would end anytime soon. Unlike other cities like Lost Haven or Pacific Point, Paris didn’t have much in the way of heroes or vigilantes to stem the tide. There were no colorfully dressed heroes to stop the gangs so the people simply stayed out of their way as best as they could.

However, now all that remains of Paris, Texas is a smoldering crater. One minute, the people who called Paris home were going about their daily lives, working, sitting in classrooms, shopping, and in some areas of the city, fighting and killing one another. Then the entire city was engulfed in a strange reddish hue as the skies turned red. Then a massive wall of energy came down from the sky, incinerating everything within the city limits.

Philadelphia, Pennsylvania

It had seemed like a normal day when Carrie Smith crawled out of bed that morning. She showered and made her lunch and mentally prepared herself for another day at Parker and Associates, where she toiled each day as a glorified secretary. Her boss, Gerald Smith, who was of no relation was a pig. At 70 years old, he came from a different era when sexual harassment and casual racism were just a fact of everyday life. He wasn’t going to change, and even the partners at the firm had given up on making him try. She would just continue ignoring his off color comments and focus on getting through the day, which is exactly what she’d done every day for the last three years. When she first started, she found him to be somewhat off putting, but nothing that she couldn’t handle. In recent months he had become completely unbearable, which was part of the reason that she had as of late, been discretely searching for a new job. She had a few leads and felt that she would soon be moving on to greener pastures. And as much as she was looking forward to giving her two weeks notice, she was very much looking forward to her exit interview, where she would tell her superiors what a lecherous old prick Gerald really was.

However, she was looking forward to the end of the work day for another reason. She had managed to score tickets to the Phillies game for later that night. When she was a girl, her father took her to the ballpark every chance he got. And while it had been years since she’d been to a game, she was very much looking forward to taking her girlfriend Lori for her first time. Once Carrie had finished her morning chores, she gathered her belongings and headed off to work.

Carrie was very much the embodiment of what it means to be from the City of Brotherly Love. She was a woman who knew exactly what she wanted in life, and she had a pretty good idea of what she had to do to make her dreams come true. She worked hard so that she could play hard, and she loved to play. There wasn’t a bar on the east side of the city that she couldn’t maneuver blindfolded, and she was a loyal devotee to the city’s pro sports teams. She believed that the culture of the city, as well as its liberal views and policies made it one of the greatest cities on Earth.

During her lunch break she had read an article on the city’s plans to introduce a new municipal ordinance which would grant metahumans special protections, much in line with the protections offered to other protected minorities. The plan was making headlines all across the country as Philly was the first city in the nation to explicitly make metahumans a protected class.

“Good for them.” She whispered to herself as she gathered her belongings and prepared to go back to her desk.

As she made her way down the hallway toward her desk, she noticed a small cluster of people gathered in front of the large bay windows which offered a spectacular view of the city. Dread washed over her as she saw the panic on the faces of those gathered there. Something was going on, and she wasn’t entirely sure she wanted to know what that was. When she got to the window and was able to see exactly what it was that they were looking at, she couldn’t believe her eyes. The entire city was bathed in a ruby colored light. And while it was oddly beautiful, Carrie knew that something wasn’t right. In fact, something was terribly wrong. However, before she was able to give voice to her concerns, the window exploded, sending glass and bodies flying in every direction.

***

All across the country, people were glued to their television screens as every major television network was covering what was believed to be the latest attack by the Hounds of Humanity. They watched in horror as news reports rolled in, detailing the devastation that had been wrought upon the country.

“Again, Nautican Island, Massachusetts and Paris, Texas have been completely destroyed. Philadelphia, Pennsylvania was also devastated in the attack which government officials have confirmed originated from the satellite weapon that destroyed the home of billionaire industrialist Christopher Arthur. Please stay tuned, we’ll provide more information as it becomes available. But as of now, thousands have been confirmed dea…..” The voice of the news anchor was cut off by static as the live news feed was interrupted.

Replacing the various newscasters on television screens across the country was a familiar sight. A single man shrouded in shadow, apparently looking directly into a camera. When the man spoke, his digitally altered voice did not give any more warnings, and he did not offer some grand explanation of what had just happened.

Instead, he had a simple message.

“We warned you. We told you that compliance was non negotiable. Yet you chose not to listen.”
“The time for talk has past. From this moment on, you are either with us or you are against us.”
“We are coming, and you will either stand with us, or you will burn with them.”

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

Promoting one of my NPCs to a full-fledged PC. Here's my CS for Madalena Hawthorne/Hex. And I know we've got a lot of supernatural and magical folk, so to keep a sort of balance I'd also like to make Hekate an NPC for both White Witch and Hex (albeit a very active NPC, but an NPC nonetheless).

Madalena Hawthorne/Hex

Name: Madalena “Maddi” Hawthorne

Age: 24

Alias: Hex, Lady Hex

Speech Color: color=E3243B

Character Alignment: Walking-the-Line

Identity: Secret (Known only by those with whom she works in close proximity)

Character Personality: Madalena is a curious and eccentric witch with an excess of personality. A little too excitable, she gleefully jumps at any amount of joy or wonderment and falls prey to her occult interests more times than not. She eres more on the side of hero than villain, always wishing to aid those in need of her particular talents, but understands the selfish and self serving nature of her gifts, along with their dark history. As such, Madalena has developed a second skin of sorts, allowing her to deviate from the normal realms of morality to do what she must.

Uniform/costume: Madalena sports a wider build with broad shoulders and rounder hips, ivory skin, and high cheekbones and curved features. Her eyes seem to shift from a soft hazel to green in the right light, and her hair is deep crimson.

Everyday Madalena

Her uniform is best described as a modern take on a fairy-tale enchantress, made of rich velvet and hand sewn by a faery seamstress. The hem of her coat is inscribed with protective charms to keep it from being damaged, and worn around her neck is a charm to hide her identity (modelled after the charm created by the White Witch).

Uniform

Origin Info/Details: Madalena’s interest in magic began as a teen. Back then, of course, it was all New Age theories and hand-me-down Wiccan spells for prosperity, none of which were anywhere close to what Gardner’s original coven had performed. But it was the push Maddi needed to continue her studies in the arcane and occult. After graduation, she attended a junior college in West Virginia with a focus in History, hoping to transfer her credits and get a degree in cultural anthropology at WVU. However, the hustle and bustle of campus life didn’t agree with her. She moved further up the East Coast, taking a few online classes until finally arriving in Lost Haven, Maine.

Upon her arrival, Madalena was made aware of a failing business, The Gilded Way, a local occult curiosities shop that had fallen into disrepair and disreputable status. Maddi gained employment at the Way, hoping to further her spiritual progress and occult knowledge. Unfortunately, the store continued to suffer. Taking out a small business loan, Madalena convinced the former owner to sell the remnants of the Way to her, thus began The Shadow of the Moon, catering to a wider audience of folk and drawing the attention of many a wandering witch, some well learned in ancient craft ways, others not so much.

Some time after, her relationship with The White Witch of Chinatown, Marie Heartford, as well as the rising threat of the Hounds of Humanity, lead to her pact with the infamous Robin Goodfellow, granting her power and knowledge in exchange for her aid in taking down a dangerous sect of the Hounds led by the so called Witchfinder General.

Hero Type: Mystic/Supernatural

Power Level: City Level

Powers & Abilities :
Puckish Magic: A gift from the imp, Puck, her powers of fascination are made more chaotic due to their origin. Her power to bless or blast with only a look or gesture is made more potent and virulent, and often come with other mischievous side effects.

Witch’s Bargain: Madalena can enter into binding magical contracts with words alone, and weave intricate enchantments into the fabricate of her agreements. She is bound by the terms of her contracts, but so too are the receiving parties.

Familiar Spirits: Madalena possesses three familiar spirits who assume a different bestial form: Hellawin, the owl; Malkin, the cat; Robin, the snake. Each is bound to a separate totem housing their essence. These familiars can perform certain tasks for Maddi, become corporeal or incorporeal, transform into Maddi’s likeness if given her blood, and have unique abilities themselves.

–Hellawin can gift Madalena his sight, granting her the power to see whatever he sees.
–Malkin can bestow misfortune upon others and strengthen Madalena’s powers of fascination.
–Robin can bewitch others, granting them hallucinations or drawing them in for his paralyzing bite.

Skills:
Witchcraft: Maddi practices a form of witchcraft inspired by her contract with Puck, drawing power from him, his knowledge, and the Otherworld.

Occult Studies: Given her long standing interest in magic and recent pact with Puck, Madalena possesses a wide array of knowledge on various occult topics and practices.

Skilled Speaker: Because of her position as both proprietress of Shadow of the Moon and employee of The Red Devil, Madalena has become a skilled communicator and negotiator. She is also, though more recently, familiar with arts of deception and trickery.

Attributes:

–Height: 5’10”
–Weight: 140 lbs
–Strength Level: Normal Human
–Speed/Reaction Timing Level: Normal Human
–Endurance at MAXIMUM Effort: Normal Human
–Agility: Normal Human
–Intelligence: Average/Above Average
–Fighting Skill: Untrained
–Resources: Large

Equipment:
Elderwood Scepter: An intricate scepter with a curved hilt to appear like the petals and vines of a rose, and thorns running down each side, used as an aid in commanding Madalena’s familiars and certain operations.

Ash Broom: A handcrafted broom infused with flying ointments that allow for limited flights over certain distances.

Glamour Charm: A simple charm worn around Madalena’s neck that conceals her identity. Her features are difficult to make out up close and even harder to remember.

Tools of the Craft: On Madalena’s person at all times are certain charms and working tools that may be useful to her, among them are a black book filled with minor charms, protective talismans, etc.

Weaknesses:
Magic and Mundane: Though there is debate among magical scholars regarding the level of humanity retained by fully initiated witches, Madalena is, for all intents and purposes, still human, and thus susceptible to any and all damage that manages to penetrate any magical protections. Due to that magical blood, however, she is equally as susceptible to items such as silver, iron, and the like.

Familiar Totems: Madalena’s familiars are able to manifest only if they are bound to their respective totem. Should these be destroyed, they may no longer physically manifest. These totems are highly durable, but can be destroyed with the right means.

Fledgling Witch: Madalena’s power is recently obtained and her knowledge, while great due to her connection to Puck, is far from perfect or complete, nor is she very experienced. As such, her powers will fail her from time to time, which could prove fatal in a dire situation. Furthermore, her powers heavily rely on her familiars and certain tools/implements, meaning she is far more effective the further away she is from a physical battle.

Supporting Characters:

Friends:
–Robin Goodfellow/Puck: Owner of The Red Devil and employer to Madalena.
–Marie Heartford/White Witch: Former employee of Shadow of the Moon and fellow witch under the employ of Puck.
–Charlene Croll/The Alchemyst: An alchemist of the Croll line aiding Madalena against the Hounds and the Witchfinder General.
–Carrie Ludwig: A witch and customer of Shadow of the Moon.

Acquaintances:
–Ursula Wyrcroft: Former senior member of the Agency in London, now heading the Ars Obscura, a secretive organization based in Wales, dedicated to the preservation of secrecy within the magical community and cataloguing of magical artefacts worldwide.
–Gideon Lloyd/Merlyn: A Welsh cunning man and field agent in the Ars Obscura.
–Orrin Anderson/Warlock: A male witch from Scotland and tentative enemy of the Ars Obscura.

Enemies:
–The Witchfinder General: A high ranking member of a sect in the Hounds of Humanity dedicated to organizing a long dead band of witch hunters known as The Winter Court.

@fdeviant

Approved

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

Character you have created:
Chorąży Kseniya Stanisława Zielinska

Alias:
RUBIS (French for the gemstone 'ruby')

Speech Color:
#ED145B

Character Alignment:
Walking the Line

Identity:
Known to some, but mostly 'secret-ish' in the United States. Those with sufficient intelligence clearance could be able to find out who she is by consulting with Polish intelligence networks.

Physical Image:

Taken approximately 15 years ago. Rubis, or Kseniya as she is known by to those close to her, seems not to age. This is no mere compliment - she claims she is just as strong, fit and healthy as she was as a young woman first joining the Polish People's Army in 1985. Biological analysis has proven impossible to prove this, but she most definitely doesn't *look* 50.

Description & Personality:
Kseniya takes no shit. From anyone. She's a fearless veteran with plenty of military experience under her belt, including brief stints in combat with the Polish Army and the French Foreign Legion. She's a hard-bitten woman, and her age sometimes shows in her demeanour, seeing those younger than her as childish and irresponsible, particularly those new to the 'superhero' malarkey - such an attitude is perhaps unsurprising for someone with almost 30 years of armed service behind her. Her English is slightly clipped and spoken with a Polish accent, though it has improved since her sojourn to the United States began. She is slow to trust and slower to befriend, preferring to keep others at a respectful arm's distance, but she will not hesitate to speak her mind. If it's stupid, she'll say so. If it's wildly out of proportion, she'll say so. In combat, Kseniya is a commanding presence, whose voice rises above even the din of combat to yell orders to those under her charge. She is a disciplined, demanding squad leader, though she will never order one of her own subordinates to do anything she herself would not consider.

Origin Info/Details:
Born on the 14th of September, 1968, Kseniya Zielinska is the eldest of three children by Viktor, a career soldier in the Polish People's Army, and Krystyna, a largely self-made woman who ran a successful launderette in downtown Warszawa. Her upbringing was perhaps much different to those used to Western comforts - food queues were a common occurrence, as the Polish economy, despite several attempts at liberalisation, was slowly being ground down to support the struggling Soviet economy. (WIP)

Hero Type:
Brick

Power Level:
High Street Level/Low City Level - though she's no slouch, she's only one woman. Though a one-woman army.

Powers:

The Immovable Object - Pretty much does what it says on the tin. Rubis is, for all intents and purposes, physically indestructible. She is immune to physical injury caused by significant emotional events such as, but not limited to, being shot, being stabbed, being gassed, and being submerged in water/boiling oil/molten metal and rock. She is not limited by the vagaries of age, disease or any such other damaging source or substance. However, she is still subject to the laws of physics - blast her in the chest with a shotgun, and she will go flying. She'll also be quite angry, so you'd better have a Plan B to restrain or subdue her when you realise that your little gun isn't going to stop this Polish juggernaut.

Attributes (Select one at each category):

Date of Birth: September 14th, 1968
Height: Five feet and ten inches (177.8 cm)
Weight: Twelve and a half stone (79.37 kg)
Strength Level: Above Human (but not by much
Speed/Reaction Timing Level: Human
Endurance at MAXIMUM Effort: Effectively limitless
Agility: Human
Intelligence: Above Average
Fighting Skill: Mastered. As a veteran of 30 years, I'd hope so.

Resources:
Medium. As a veteran of over 30 years' service, Kseniya has amassed quite the small fortune, due to her service in the Soviet Bloc being more lucrative due to her status. She has most of her cash invested in several bank accounts in Poland, Switzerland and Sweden, though she prefers to keep a sizeable sum of money on hand in case of 'emergencies'. Her estimated net worth is approximately €650,000 in her bank accounts alone, with another €75-€100,000 on hand immediately. However, given most of her arms trades are with the black market, such monetary reserves are not inexhaustible.

Weaknesses:
Rubis is not invincible to non-mundane forms of assault. She can be affected by psychic attacks and abilities targeting her mental health, though as a veteran of 30 years, she is quite hardened to horror, and she is strong-willed. She's also just one person. Surround her, capture her and restrain her. She might be immune to bullets, but she's still just a person, though perhaps stronger than one might expect, given how she can use her muscular structure to its fullest extent.

Supporting Characters - Family, Friends and Acquaintances

Pułkownik Viktor Zielinski, 64, M, Father - Resident of Warszawa. Colonel in the Polish Land Forces.
Krystyna Zielinska, 60, F, Mother - Resident of Warszawa. Retired launderette owner.
Jozef Zielinski, 44, M, Brother - Resident of Warszawa. Investment banker. Helps Kseniya with her financial matters.
Jan Zielinski, 40, M, Brother - Resident of Kolobrzeg. Fisherman in the Baltic Sea.
Jean Duchene, 54, M, Family Friend - Resident of Lost Haven. Retired Capitaine in the French Foreign Legion.
Charles Lerroux/Konstantin Tchorzewski, 51, M, Family Friend - Resident of Paris. Retired soldier, FFL/Polish Land Forces.
Caporal-Chef Arielle Francoise Lerroux - 19, F, Friend - Resident of Toulouse. Soldier, French Army.

@Legion X51

I'm going to go ahead and approve that.

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

Character you have created:
Raeviir El'Anadar, The Spider Queen

Alias:
See above. Very few know of the Queen's existence, let alone her true identity.

Speech Color:
#1B1464

Character Alignment:
Villain

Identity:
Secret - her existence is barely known to the world at large.

Character Personality:
The Spider Queen physiologically is utterly alien to humanity. Her thought patterns and processes, however, are most certainly not. Driven by a hatred - and some might say fear - of humanity at large, the Spider Queen stops at nothing to bring the surface dwellers to their knees, either to serve the Queen themselves, or die at the chittering, snickering masses of the Queen's minions. Some unlucky cave-searchers have been able to report webbed humanoid corpses serving as breeding grounds and larders for masses of arachnid hosts - slaves or food seems to be the Queen's idea of humanity at large. Whether there is an underlying purpose to the Queen's actions is at the moment unknown, and may yet never be known.

Uniform/costume:

Origin Info/Details:
Humanity has no real knowledge of the background, history and even origin of the entity known as the Spider Queen. Some say that it is a demon, spawned from some ritual that took place aeons ago. Others say it is simply a magician of the old days gone mad. Others still argue it is a natural spirit that has somehow been corrupted into the form that it currently possesses today - possibly corrupted during the events of the last century or so, through violence and bloodshed. Some others even deny the existence of such an entity, simply dismissing any talk as superstition or coincidence.

And yet, deep within the bowels of the darkest underground passages underneath Lost Haven, and perhaps other cities around the world, the domain of the Spider Queen grows ever larger. At its core is the Nest, a place so foul and dangerous that none have successfully ventured there, and any who have tried have never been seen from again. Even those armed with modern weaponry and equipment have been lost to the caverns beneath Lost Haven, and now those brave - or foolhardy - few who attempt to clear the infestations caused by the Queen's minions in the upper caverns and extending into the civilised areas of Lost Haven must do so with the utmost caution and care, lest they be overwhelmed by swarms of arachnid monsters. Firesweeps are considered to be the most effective - or at least efficient - method of controlling the arachnid swarms that vomit forth from the Nest and various other locations yet to be discovered by humanity, but even they are limited in scope and effectiveness, for fire can only keep monsters at bay for so long. There have been disturbing reports of the Queen's minions developing fireproof carapaces and chitinous membranes to deflect the worst of any flame weapon used against them - evolution, or forced change?

The truth of the matter is that the Queen is a single individual, brought by a transdimensional gate that erred in its form and function. It was supposed to be the beginning of cross-dimensional travel by those who called the Queen kin, supposed to be the beginning of a new era of power for her race. But it failed. The Queen was the only one to survive the tumultuous travel through time and space, arriving upon Earth, shorn of all earthly possessions, friends, family... only herself to survive in the frigid darkness of tunnels and caverns long-forgotten and thought lost to mortal eyes. Cold, naked and starving, the Queen resigned herself to her fate - a miserable end to an existence, inevitably reduced to naught but a skeleton to commemorate the failure of her kind. And yet, whilst the caverns sought to snuff out the Queen's brief flicker of life, the Queen resolved to hold on, and to force her way to survival. Disregarding all that she had come to appreciate, the Queen lived off the meagre foodstuffs that she could obtain - fungi, insects and what scarce water she could obtain, until eventually, she was able to stave off starvation and death for as long as she could. It was then that she turned her attentions away from death and toward life - to make something of this debacle, this miserable attempt at an expedition. Thus began the inexorable march towards the Spider Queen's rise to power...

Hero Type:
Mystic Supernatural Shifter.

Power Level:
The Queen's current level of influence would best be described as 'City Level' by the power rating system. Her power level herself is approaching Cosmic.

Powers:

Control - The Queen seems to be able to control the movements and behaviour of many arachnid species. Attacks on humans by arachnids under the control of the Queen are common, sometimes fatal. This seems to be the most minor of the Queen's abilities.

Growth - The Queen has been proven to accelerate the growth of arachnid species to many times that of their normal size. Sporadic reports of swarms of 'huge' arachnids have been circulated, with some estimates placing the spiders sometimes standing over ten or twelve feet tall, and with potent venom and webbing glands to match.

Transformation - The Queen has the power to transform certain members of her broods that she deems worthy into fully sapient beings. Such creatures are gifted the power of humanoid senses, and are endowed with a humanoid torso that allows them to speak freely and truly. The foremost instance of Transformation is that of Iraqlae, First of the Brood, who was the first to be transformed in this manner, and as such is the most powerful of her kind. Iraqlae has the capacity to even wield magic of her own, allowing her to act semi-independently of the Queen's influence, enabling her to act as a form of vanguard or forward commander for attacks upon the surface.

Demonic Summoning - The Queen has yet to use this in open battle against the surfacers, but it is commonplace in the deeper darkness of the lower caverns. Creatures not of this world are summoned by the Queen to act as advisors, assistants and subordinates in her vast underground empire. Humanoids, arachnoids and other forms can be found advising the Queen on matters, from illithid to balors and bebiliths. Such denizens of the deep caverns have yet to be sighted by mortal eyes, but they lurk, ever waiting for their Queen's command.

The Winds of Magic - Such power is not available to merely any who try. The Winds of Magic are a force unique to the caverns beneath Lost Haven itself - they are not regulated by ley lines, energy levels or other forms of mortal magic known to humanity. The Winds of Magic are an ethereal form of energy, given off by all who know the touch of the Queen, however great or small. The Winds guide the denizens of the deep dark towards their chosen targets, and they also emanate from a single point. The Winds can be manipulated to cause many different effects, ranging from a pall of darkness descending upon an area for days on end, to a fearsome raging storm that lashes against all that know its power. However, the Queen has not made use of the Winds for such events... yet.

Telekinesis - The Queen knows many forms of magic, and telekinetic psionics are but one form of the Winds of Magic that she has mastered. Whether it be a person or an object, the Queen is capable of telekinetic ability, though it is not as powerful as those who have extensively trained and studied the art of psychic power.

The Strength of the Queen - The Queen herself is no ordinary person. Fuelled by magical arts outside human comprehension, the Queen herself is a deadly, agile combatant, able to move at the blink of an eye, and capable of feats of strength one would not expect from a humanoid of her scale. She commands a vast array of magical spells, ranging from dimensional transportation, to creating huge web-filled minefields of exploding runes, to even creating vast firestorms to sweep through caverns of her enemies.

Attributes (Select one at each category):

Height: Six feet and eight inches (203.2 cm)

Weight: Two hundred and forty-six pounds (111 kg or 17.5 stone)

Strength Level: Above normal human, but lower than any of the 'numerical' scales. The Queen relies on telekinesis for heavy strength work.

Speed/Reaction Timing Level: Around 60-70 mph.

Endurance at MAXIMUM Effort: Some three or four times human levels.

Agility: Between ten and fifteen times that of humans.

Intelligence: The Queen is intelligent, but slow to act, though when her rage is roused it is swift and decisive.

Fighting Skill: Currently unknown, estimated Elite.

Resources: According to the scale, the best estimate of the Queen's resources would be 'Large'. She was a vast array of creatures serving at her command, and plenty of power to fall back on were she to be threatened with attack.

Weaknesses:

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THE COURT OF THE WEBBED THRONE

Iraqlae, First of the Brood

Zarterri, Balor Lord of the Deep

Steven Kennedy, The Queen's Herald

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

Character you have created: Alexander Brodrick

Alias: Vereth (Short for Verethagna)

Speech Color: Bold and Italics speech

Character Alignment: Walking the line

Identity: Secret (Not because he hides it but because he doesn't tend to get on the news or become well known).

Character Personality: Alex tends to be quite the character, he is outgoing but often bored with random conversations. Usually looking for whatever will stimulate him next he will travel around the city looking for ANYTHING to keep him occupied. He likes to get drunk and get in brawls often to test his strength. However, he is also someone who can't stand to see a good person getting hurt or being taken advantage of. So he became a hero so he could take law into his own hands and serve out what he saw was the right type of justice. Even if it's just some kids trying to do shrooms, he will deal with them with his own particular brand of justice. He is usually an easy going guy aside from the justice and brawls, he tends to just want to train, relax, or have his brain be stimulated.

Uniform/costume: None, he fights in his regular attire.

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Origin Info/Details: Alex's parents were archaeologists, one day though while they were in China trying to set up a dig site, they were murdered by a mysterious group. A group of 8 wandering monks came by to try and save them but it was too late. Alex; however, was still alive along with his mother. They would take them both in trying to care for them both. But his mother would die from her wounds eventually. Alex would then be raised as a part of the traveling group of monks. Being trained how to fight with them. They were the ones who taught him about Chi, and about resiliency.

While on the road, he would be constantly training, each monk had a different fighting style that he would learn. But they would find out that he was far better than even they expected, he would master almost half of the group's fighting styles by the time he was 10. So they began to travel with him to ancient temples and areas to have him test himself against other fighters. His fists and legs became stronger and stronger. Everywhere Alex and the monks would go they would stay until Alex had mastered the Martial Art of that area. Soon Alex was the one teaching them. Still seeing them as his masters though he would continue to travel with them. But in his lack of knowledge from being a youth, there was a point where they were in a Japanese temple. Alex, who was told not to mess with an area that was said to be 'cursed' in the temple, would start to practice his chi around that area. The sigils around him lit up and would nearly kill him with high amounts of Chi entering into his body.

After recovering he found out that he could control the hardiness of his extremities, and he could use that as a way to strengthen himself even further. Because of this he would ask to test himself against more and more people, until one day his match was televised. A relative, recognized the name being called and would look into it. She (His aunt) would find out who he was and would try to take him away from the monks. But Alex refused to go. His aunt would allow him to stay with the Monks on one condition, that he would get a proper education. So he stayed with them getting an education from the most expensive places his aunt could find and pay for. It took awhile but he was able to catch up to where he was supposed to be, and then he excelled even further.

Thanks to the monks training, he is constantly walking around with weights around his arms and legs so he is always feeling like he is training in some way. He takes these off when he is getting serious. If he knows he is fighting he will wrap his hands with bandages that have cushions at the knuckles to help soften the impacts as to not hurt the other person TOO badly.

Now, he is a College Professor teaching Archaeology (Like his parents), Mysticism, History, and Anthropology. He is fluent in Chinese, Japanese, and English.

Hero Type:
Muscle
Energy (Chi) (Ancient Chi)
Acrobat

Power Level:
City level

Powers:
Chi: He can use chi to heighten his senses, and his physical abilities, causing them to becoming close to superhuman (Not like Superman strength or DBZ strength)
Ancient Chi: He doesn't know that it is this ancient chi he has control over, but he uses this to harden his extremities to be as hard as stone, and at it's max use, steel. (Using this over a long period of time will make him feel more drained, so he can't just have it on all the time).
Attributes (Select one at each category):

Height: 6'3''

Weight: 185lbs

Strength Level:
Everyday life: Human Strength
While fighting without chi: 1-5 tons
Fighting with chi 10 ton

Speed/Reaction Timing Level: 20
Without weights: 40
Without Weights and Chi: 60

Endurance at MAXIMUM Effort:
3-4 Hours
With Chi:1-2 Hours

Agility:
Normal: 5x
With chi: 10x

Intelligence: Genius

Fighting Skill: Mastered

Resources:

Average (Has a rich Aunt, and a library)

Weaknesses:
Long Range attacks: He is a close range fighter, so if kept at a distance, he is almost useless.
Torso: Even if he hardens his extremities with the ancient Chi, he can still be stabbed, shot, and hurt by hitting his torso.
Exhaustion/Habit: When using the Ancient Chi, he will become exhausted if he keeps it up continuously, often this leads to him turning it off and on like someone flicking a light switch, so one might be able to catch him off guard in a fight while it is off.
Regular Human: He is a regular human, other than the chi, and his way of fighting, there isn't much that would separate him from others in how he can be killed.

Supporting Characters:
The 8 Monks (IF THEY ARE ALIVE. DUN, DUN, DUNNNNN)
Ex Wife: Amber Law
Aunt: Tiffany Brodrick
Girlfriend: Alyssa Fara
(More to add if I can think of them if that's okay)

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Alex simply smirked, here he was again, a young man like him getting into a fight with some group of bikers at a bar. Some would call him insane, others would say he had a death wish. However, in reality, he just was bored and needed something to do. So he traveled to an area of downtown that he knew there was never anything good happening just so he could see what he could stir up. Man did he know how to pick his fights. He stood looking at the 3 bikers in front of him, they were demanding an apology for him 'accidentally' spilling his beer on one of them and on the pool table they were using.

Alex shrugged "I'm sorry, I don't think I really owe an apology to someone who is so big and stupid that he can't realize that he was the one in my way." He'd act like he was starting to turn around knowing the exact reaction such a comment would get him. He felt a hand grab his shoulder as he turned back around looking at the three bikers, they wore their leather jackets that were decorated in biker memorabilia, 2 of them had a 1%er patch on. It didn't seem to bother Alex as he looked up at the biggest one, the big man stared at him with anger in his green eyes as he got just close enough that his beer belly was touching Alex.

Alex didn't care what the man was saying, he had already tuned him out before he started talking, instead Alex gave him a slight shove. "I'm sorry, but your beer gut is making me very uncomfortable. Especially when it is touching me, I would rather not know where that has been and I would much rather not get some disease from you." Alex would say it with a smart-ass tone as he began to turn away. He heard the sound of a pool stick being picked up. Alex grinned as he heard the floor boards creak under the weight of the man who was now pushing down with his back foot as he began to swing. It seemed all too slow for Alex, in fact, it was too slow. It was too easy. He simply ducked as the stick went right over the top of him. Shooting back up Alex would wrap an arm around the man's arm as a short jab with two fingers would go into the man's armpit forcing his arm to try and come down. His other hand would come down from being wrapped around the man's upper arm to hit the man's elbow with an open palm causing the arm to stiffen up. Thanks to that, the arm wouldn't give in for when Alex used it, putting his back into the man's body and flipping the man over his shoulder. The floor would seem to crack from the impact. But Alex still had a hold of his arm, but it wouldn't take long, it was a simple forceful twist that would send a loud cracking sound throughout the bar.

The other two men instantly would try to jump into action as their friend writhed in pain. The first one came running up but would find an open palm right to the chest, then to the stomach, then to the side, only to be followed up with an elbow to the nose. Alex did this quickly and in one fluid motion as he spun around the man he just elbowed, using his foot Alex kicked int the man's Patella tendon causing him to go down onto that knee. The next one would come charging, only to get a kick in the hip stopping him in his tracks, that kick was instantly followed up with another to the ankle and then to the side of the knee. This time though Alex would grab the 3rd man's head as he was falling and shove it into the back of the second man's (The one who was kneeling) head. Blood spouted from the third man's nose as the force that he shoved with was hard enough to cause the 2nd man to fall over unconscious. The 3rd man holding his nose would turn around to an elbow to the jaw causing him to collapse on the bar next to him.

"Sorry about that. But I was not the aggressor. So don't let this come back on me. Okay?" Alex said to the bartender who looked on in shock and horror. Alex reaching into his pocket and pulled out a wad of currency, dropping it on the counter. "This should help with any damages. Thanks for being a great host. Sorry for the problems these gentlemen caused." a grin would appear on his face as he spoke it was as if it was showing he wasn't sorry at all. In fact one would be able to say that there was no feelings of sorrow, or remorse in his face at all.

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

Kyle was seething.

He came home from doing some errands and was looking to spend the afternoon with Sam. They had both been busy as of late, and hadn’t spent nearly as much time together as either of them would have liked. Between Sam’s gig at the Lost Haven University radio station, and the Hounds of Humanity, neither of them had much time for anything. However, today Sam was to finish early at the station, and he had a clear schedule for the first time in what seemed like a lifetime.

He had stopped off at Sam’s favorite place in town, Ernie’s Deli and picked up her favorite sandwich; a spicy Italian sub with all the fixings, and a Buffalo chicken sub for himself. He figured that they would eat their subs and then go and do something together. He figured maybe they’d take a trip to the coast and go to Crystal Cove, one of Sam’s favorite swimming spots. Although the water would probably still be a bit cold for swimming, it was still a beautiful place with views that rivaled any place on the East Coast.

However, when he came home, instead he found Sam laying face first on their bed sobbing loudly. He had tried talking to her, trying to get her to tell him what was wrong, but all he got was an unintelligible garble of nothing. Finally, after several tries, he was able to get the words “attack,” and “school” out of her.

Eventually, she was able to calm down enough to tell him what had happened. The Hounds had launched an attack on LHU, and a number of students and staff had been injured or killed. Kyle grabbed a hold of her and held her close to him. He guided her back down into a laying position and lay down next to her, cuddling her tightly while telling her that everything was going to be alright until she cried herself to sleep.

He laid with her with his arms wrapped tightly around her, listening to every breath and every whimper. With each passing moment his rage grew, until finally he couldn’t take it anymore. He gently kissed Sam on the back of the neck and careful not to disturb her, he crawled off of the bed and as quietly as possible, he left the house.

***

“You’re taking this personally.” Harry said as Kyle pulled the mask over his head.

“They attacked the school. Sam could have been killed. You’re damn right I’m taking this personally. It’s about time someone did.” Kyle responded to his mentor.

“I’m just saying that you have to think clearly. You can’t let your anger cloud your judgment.” Harry told him.

“Oh, don’t worry. I’m thinking very clearly.” Kyle retorted. “I wonder if I’m the only one who is.”

“Sorry?” Harry asked, unsure what his protégé meant.

“It’s time to end them.” Kyle said simply.

“Kyle, that’s easier said than done. You might be able to put some of them in jail, you can disrupt their leadership, but it’s an entire ideology that you have to fight.” Harry began.

“They’re escalating Harry. They aren’t just hitting meta hot spots anymore. They’re going after anything and anyone they can. They put Arthur in a coma, they hit the school. What’s next?” Kyle said angrily, pausing for a moment before continuing. “Putting them in jail sounds like a real good start.” Kyle said simply as he climbed on the motorcycle that he’d been using since the Hounds destroyed Kaiju and took off into the night.

***

It had been a quiet night for the most part. Lyger had searched in vain for any sign of the Hounds of Humanity. The fact that they were keeping to themselves wasn’t much of a surprise to Lyger. The Hounds of Humanity were cowards. They attacked a bunch of unarmed kids and college staff earlier in the day, and now that the heat was on, now that they were being sought out, they were nowhere to be seen.

Or so it seemed.

The guilt Lyger felt at having left Sam alone at the house had finally begun to become unbearable, and with no sign of the Hounds anywhere in Crown Ridge, he was about to give up for the night. He took one last look from his perch atop the old Majestic Theater, and then he saw them. There were two black vans, very similar to the ones that had come after him just a few nights before.

“Got you.” He said as he dove from his perch, and with a well placed grapnel line, guided himself safely to the ground, where he pulled the motorcycle, which he had discretely hidden away beside the old theater, and took off in pursuit of the vans. He was tempted to attack the vans, however, he decided to follow them instead. Perhaps they would lead him to their headquarters, and then he would be able to take out the entire cell. So he hung back, far enough away that he wouldn’t get their attention, but not so far away that he’d lose sight of them.

He followed them for over a dozen blocks without incident. The drivers didn’t seem to notice that they had a tail, or they didn’t care. Though, due to the apparent lack of activity coming from either van, Lyger figured that he hadn’t been seen. The vans drove on for another quarter of a mile before they pulled in front of Tom’s Liquors, a beverage store that had been known within Crown Ridge for the rough patrons that it catered to. Knowing that he had finally found the trouble that he’d been looking for, Lyger tensed as he accelerated on the motorcycle toward the two vans. Before he got there, he saw the doors open and four or five men get out of each van, each man adorned in the black body armor that had become synonymous with the hate group, and armed to the teeth. He wasted no time, jumping from the motorcycle as he reached the terrorists, striking the first with a kick to the chin, shattering his jaw and knocking several teeth from the man’s mouth. As he landed, he swept the legs out from another, the move caught the man off guard and caused his head to bounce hard off of the sidewalk. Two more Hounds rushed toward him. The first was met with a stiff kick to the solar plexus, which knocked the air out of the man. Before the man was able to crumple to his knees, Lyger grabbed the man and spun around, putting him in a rear choke hold before turning the man, swinging him around in a manner which caused his legs to kick out and strike the second attacker in the face, and in a single fluid motion he drove his captive face first to the concrete, followed by a swift punch to the back of the head. He then rose to his feet just as the second attacker had regained his wits and struck at him with the butt of his rifle. However, Lyger caught the weapon in his hand and pushed it off to the side, hitting the attacker with a rising uppercut, which knocked the man on his back. Lyger quickly straddled the man, and with a swift right hand to the side of his face, knocked the man unconscious.

As he got to his feet and was about to take the fight to the Hounds that had already gone inside the store, the storefront windows suddenly exploded, showering the hero in a cascade of flying glass. The concussion of the blast sent him flying back several feet and landing in a heap in the sidewalk. The sudden shock of the blast had surprised him, however, it only took him a moment to recover. Lyger quickly got back to his feet and as he entered the store he found the remaining Hounds all laying unconscious scattered about the store. The only one standing was a frightened young man who looked to be in his mid twenties. From what Lyger could tell, if there had been some sort of “explosion,” this man was likely the cause.

“Thanks…sorry.” The disheveled man said before taking off toward the back of the store, where he disappeared behind an employee door. Lyger had every intention of going after the man, however, the sounds of police sirens were approaching, announcing the impending arrival of Crown Ridge’s finest, which meant that Lyger couldn’t be there when they arrived. So instead of giving chase to the young man, he instead left through the front entrance, where he hopped on his motorcycle and fled the scene just as he was starting to see the blue and white lights of the police cruisers beginning to approach.

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

The Primordial Light

Character you have created: The Zero Light, The Primordial Light
Alias: Zero
Speech Color:
Character Alignment: Hero
Identity:Hidden
Character Personality: Benevolent and caring. The Zero Light will do all it can to help those in distress. It has no patience for evil and will seek to eradicate it at any and every cost. Its zealous nature posits it as a threat to many.

Uniform/costume: Whatever its shapeshifted body is wearing (or sometimes not wearing).

Pure Appearance

Origin Info/Details: In the Christian tale of creation, the Lord said “let there be light” and saw it was good. This primordial light sufficed for eons until the Fall of Man. After which, it was rescinded by God from the world and tasked to wander the cosmos until the fulfillment of the Crucifixion. Proceeding the Great Flood told in Noah, the first primordial light returned to Earth to once again light the new world only to find it had been replaced!

Distraught, Zero lamented to its Creator for it was unable to understand why it had been cast aside as such. The primordial light was to find that it had not at all been cast aside, but repurposed for something else: following the death of Christ and the penance for man’s sin, the primordial light was to intervene in the world’s affairs, conducting miracles, healing, and keeping peace within the world. Then something unexpected happened: the Pax Metahumana. The rise of metahumans not only constituted a change in the way the Divine was perceived--as many people began to believe themselves Gods incarnate--but it also caused the dissociation of its creator from the primordial light itself, for these petulant humans had ‘raised’ themselves so as to deny the gods and thus were left to their own devices.

Now, the Zero light wanders among the galaxy alone, hoping that it may carry out its original mission: bringing peace to humankind.

Hero Type: Supernatural/Speedster/Shapeshifter
Power Level: Cosmic
Powers: Unending: The primordial light does not end. It is a vast energy source which spans throughout all time. It is truly immortal.

Cosmic Energy Manipulation: When it has formed a physical body, it has the ability to manipulate most forms of energy, natural and magical. It cannot usurp entities whose power over a specific energy is absolute (it could not outclass the Psionic Nexus’ ability to manipulate psi energy, but it can manipulate psionic energy as well). The color of the cosmic energies varies depending on what type of energy the Zero light chooses to manipulate.

Cosmic Energy Absorption: As an entity of pure energy, the Zero light can assimilate other energies into itself with no harm done to it. When Zero shapeshifts on its own after not having found a suitor for some time, there is no true limit to the amount of energy it can absorb. When inhabiting a body, however, the body it inhabits must realize the full capacity of this ability.

Hyperlight travel: As it is light itself, Zero can travel at lightspeed and beyond instantly across galaxies or dimensions.

Superhuman Speed: In a regular body, Zero limits itself to blink travel--that is, he moves at speeds equal to that of a normal speedster.

Shapeshifting: Breathed from the mouth of his pantheon’s Lord, the primordial light can mimic its maker’s creations down to the cellular makeup. The Zero light can manifest its own body if it so wills. It can also mimic the more unique features of a person: voice, gait, small portions of their personality.

Healing: Zero’s light is also repairative, it can mend injuries of others near instantly regardless of severity. When dwelling in a corporeal body, the body can heal itself at a rate which mitigates injury almost as soon as it happens.

Holy Voice: When encountering a dark or demonic being, the Zero light can utilize its holy voice to cleanse or purify the dark energy itself.

Temperature Immunity: Even when utilizing a corporeal body, the Zero light itself is mere energy and as such there is no temperature which effects it regardless of energy type.

Flight: Disembodied, the Zero light travels via flight. With an assumed body, it mainly uses running as its mode of speed travel, but it will use flight when necessary.

Revitalization: It can return to full vitas an organic or inorganic being which is barely alive. It cannot resurrect beings already passed, for this goes against the will of its maker.

Holy Territory: The primordial light can designate a portion of land as a holy territory, preventing dark entities of any type from entering it while it is active. Any who try to enter are typically turned away by the white hot purifying light and any whom the primordial light does not deem worthy who attempts to force their way into the Holy Territory will be disintegrated slowly.

Absolute Light: As the Zero light is the light of creation, it can overcome all natural and magical darkness except for its equal--the primordial Darkness.

Light Generation and Control: Zero can summon light. It can be used for inexhaustible matters: constructs, weapons, invisibility, etc.

Disintegration: A white flame of purity erupts from an object or inorganic life and reduces it to ash near instantly. It is used for quickly disarming foes.

Self Sustenance: Any inhabited body the Zero Light has sustains itself independently of sleep, water, food, oxygen, etc. It is also not effected by vacuums or magic entrapment. It cannot be dispersed by another being.

A Body of Celestial Light: Any body the Zero Light inhabits lacks organs, blood, muscles, etc. As such, the corporeal body risks no breaking, tearing, or physical degradation.

Quantum Vision: Opening the inhabitant's eyes to the light of creation, the inner workings and secrets of the a single planet are revealed at any time. It allows the wielder of the Primordial light to see all energies and their respective sources, including the ley lines of a planet if there is magic present on it. It also allows the user to see in every direction around themselves.

Attributes (Select one at each category):

Height: Varies
Weight: Weightless in its pure form; shapeshifted bodies are also extremely light.
Strength Level: 100+ (constructs)
Speed/Reaction Timing Level: 20x (shapeshifted); light/beyond light (pure form)
Endurance at MAXIMUM Effort: Incalculable.
Agility: 20x
Intelligence: Intelligent.
Fighting Skill: Untrained
Resources:

Not needed.

Weaknesses: The Zero Light's greatest weakness is its passivity. Never will it pick a fight with another unless it is forced. It comes to the aid of the afflicted wherever and whenever it can. Its greatest weakness outside of this is the Primordial Darkness.

Supporting Characters: Rochelle Williams (a firefighter, aged 30): One of the first people the Zero light will be watching in hopes of finding a suitable person to inhabit. (her CS will be made soon.)

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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)

The walls of The Hub reverberated with the sultry sound of Clara’s voice as she belted out a slow and seductive cover of “Nothing Else Matters.” From his favorite table in the far back corner of the club, which still provided him with a fantastic view of not only the dance floor, but the stage as well, Scott sat with him arm around Alexa as they watched Clara and Keira’s band, “The Queens of Nowhere” perform. With everything that’s gone on over the last few weeks, from Alexa’s parents coming to town and her father making Scott’s life a living hell, to the clear and present threat presented by the Hounds of Humanity, this was the first time in what seemed like a lifetime that Scott was able to spend any quality time with Alexa or any of his friends for that matter. In fact, just after returning from assisting a stranded fishing vessel in the Sea of Japan, then a quick stop in Pacific Point, California, Scott learned of the Hounds’ attack at Lost Haven University earlier in the day. The fact that the attack happened while he was away from Lost Haven bothered him. Learning of the attack after the fact, and knowing that he was too far away to help left him feeling vulnerable and angry.

“Are you alright?” Alexa said in a whisper as she leaned in close and gave him a quick peck on the cheek before resting her body against him.

“Yeah, I was just…” he started to say but she cut him off.

“Thinking about the Hounds. Me too.” She finished his sentence. “We’ll take care of them.” She finished with an air of determination in her voice. The attack at the campus had shaken her to the core. She had been in her office at Winstone when the attack happened, and she hadn’t learned of the attack until it was too late for her to do anything. However, she decided that they will worry about the Hounds of Humanity tomorrow.

Tonight, they will worry about each other.

Scott looked out at the dance floor and watched the crowd, and he noticed a difference between this crowd tonight and past crowds. There was a palpable tension in the air. People were uncomfortable, they were afraid. The Hounds of Humanity had been effective in striking fear into the hearts of people all across the country, however, these people that were in The Hub on this night refused to allow that fear to rule their lives. So they were here, singing, dancing, and drinking. Then suddenly, something told Scott that something wasn’t right. There was a screech of tires just outside of The Hub.

“What’s wrong?” Alexa asked as Scott began looking around the club, trying to find any signs of trouble.

“I’m not sure, I just hear…” he was cut off as the lights inside the club went out, and there was a sudden flash of movement as the doors burst open and a number of men in black body armor rushed inside. “They’re here.” Scott said.

Scott looked around the club lately, and even with the lights out there was still some light coming in from the streets. He knew that he had to do something, or people were going to die. Unfortunately, there were too many people inside the club, and there was nowhere for him to change out of his civilian clothes. It was clear that tonight Icon would not be making an appearance; Scott would have to deal with this without the benefit of his alter ego.

”Stay here.” He said to Alexa before springing into action. Scott bounded from the table and moved toward the Hounds who were at the front of the door. However, he wasn’t fast enough. Before he could reach the assailants, they had already begun shooting.

Scott watched bodies dropping to the floor as he made his way toward the first of the Hounds, who he met with a backhand slap that sent the man soaring through the air, crashing hard into two other gunmen which sent them crashing into the wall behind them. He then turned his attention to another gunman, who was targeting the patrons at the bar. Scott raced toward the man, moving faster than the average person, but not so fast as to draw attention to himself. He hit the man with a right cross, dropping the gunman before he was able to get a single shot off.

“Oh no, you’re not having all the fun.” Alexa said as she joined the fray. She was met almost immediately by one of the Hounds. She stopped short as he leveled his assault rifle at her, but instead of backing away, she motioned like she was throwing a punch, and instead of making contact with her fist, a small bolt of electricity jumped from her hand and hit the man in the chest, causing him to jump back as if he’d been hit by a truck, the electric shock he received causing him to empty his bowels.

Up on the stage, the band had gotten to safety. Clara head lead her band mates to the back where they would try to get out of the back exit. However, Keira stayed behind. She ducked behind one of the large amplifiers and watched the chaos as it unfolded. She wanted to help, to tend to the wounded if she could, however, the flying bullets kept her pinned down, forcing her to be a spectator to the carnage. Amid the chaos, she saw that some people were fighting back. While most of the club’s patrons ran for cover, some were fighting back. Of those who were fighting, she immediately saw Scott, one of the club owners and someone who had become a close friend was right in the thick of it. He knocked a couple of the gunmen down with a single punch, then spun around and reverse clotheslined another, which sent him crashing halfway across the dance floor. Then she watched as another of the Hounds crept up behind him and pulled out a revolver, and fired three shots which looked to hit him square in the back. She cried out for her friend, then looked on in amazement as he simply turned around and shoved him, which sent the man flying.

“Oh my…” She uttered to herself in disbelief.

The attack was short, but brutal. Fortunately, Scott and Alexa, along with a number of the other club goers acted swiftly and drove the Hounds of Humanity thugs off. When all was said and done, fifty three people were wounded, twelve were killed. However, if it wasn’t for the actions of a brave few, the number of casualties would have been far greater. As the LHPD secured the scene, Alexa walked up to Scott and put her arm around his waist. He looked down to her and as their eyes met, a silent resolve was shared between the two lovers.

The Hounds of Humanity were going to be stopped before they could be allowed to hurt anyone else.