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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 waves of Hounds of Humanity foot soldiers slowly began to wane, yet, even so the sheer numbers were nearly overwhelming. At least they should have been. However, the group of extraordinary individuals that had assembled in Sherman Square shortly after the satellite attacks that had erased two American cities from existence, and left a third in ruins had given the murderous thugs all they could handle, and then some.

From his perch on the roof of a small two story storefront at the corner of the square, Lyger watched the battle unfold. On one side of the square, Icon and some of the others battled a group of the massive walking tanks while at the same time, Iron Knight went toe to toe with a man in a suit that was very similar to his own. Though the Hounds’ armored warrior appeared to be a formidable foe, Arthur was able to overcome the man with sheer skill and experience. From there, Lyger could see that an old ally, one of the metas that he had teamed with not only during the Pax Metahumana affair, but also to take down the demonic spree killer Nightmare and his brood, Radiance being surrounded by a number of Hounds jackboots. Just as Lyger aimed to fire a grapple line from his wrist gauntlet, Radiance proved again that she was more than capable of taking care of herself, as she unleashed a chain of lightning that went from one troop to the next, stunning each man sending him to the ground in convulsions, effectively taking them out of the fight. Though they were stunned, they were relatively unharmed, and would be easy for the authorities to take into custody once this was all said and done.
In contrast, Lyger frowned when he saw the carnage wrought by the man who had introduced himself as Pantheon. Though they were on the same side in this fight, Lyger did not agree with the powerhouse’s disregard for human life. Although the Hounds of Humanity had committed unspeakable atrocities, it was not the place of the heroes who stood against them to pay the role of executioner. As heroes, they were held to a higher standard, and they had to be above wanton killing—If the weren’t, they were no better than the Hounds themselves. Lyger made a note to himself that actions the likes of those committed by Pantheon would need to be addressed, but at another time.

Just below him, Lyger saw the young woman who had approached him on the rooftop in Crown Ridge, the very same woman who had revealed herself just before the battle broke out as Flux. She was pressed up against the outer wall of the building with several of the Hounds approaching her. Without hesitation, Lyger stepped off of the ledge, landing between Flux and the Hounds. Before the surprised thugs could react, Lyger bounded towards the nearest Hound and met him with a right cross followed by an elbow to the Adam’s Apple, which caused the hapless Hound to drop to his knees as he gasped for air. A quick knee to the back of the head took him out of the fight. The unconscious Hound hadn’t even hit the ground before Lyger had moved on to the next, jumping away from the prone Hound and rolling to the next, connecting with a rising uppercut that took the man off his feet, sending him to the ground with a thud. As Lyger was about to move on to the next Hound, seven more Hounds began rushing toward him.

Wonderful. He thought to himself as he prepared himself for the new arrivals. However, much to his surprise, they never reached him. Instead, the groups of approaching Hounds simultaneously were slammed face first into the ground, as if some force was suddenly pushing down on them, rendering them unable to move. He looked around in surprise, and found Flux standing behind him, her eyes closed in concentration. He didn’t know exactly what she had done, or how she had done it, but he was impressed nonetheless.

“Neat trick.” He said as he suddenly noticed movement at the center of the conflict. It was Icon, who had taken hold of a large mech that had been fighting at their side, and rocketed off towards space, with several others in tow. Then, he heard Iron Knight’s voice echo through the speakers in his suit.

“Everyone, who is not going with Icon, should lick your wounds and get ready to head out. You all are going to have to be on you’re A-game if you want to get out of assault the Hound’s main base in one piece.” Iron Knight paused for a moment as if he were momentarily distracted, then continued.

“If my readings are correct, the Hounds have a base located on the waterfront of the nearby suburb, Carver. If someone here can’t fly or have some other form of transportation, you should pair up with someone who can. We need to strike quickly or all of this will be for not.”

“Harry, are you getting this?” Lyger spoke through the com in his mask.

“Yes.” His mentor replied. “It looks like our armored friend is on to something. I’m getting massive energy readings coming from the Northeastern most point in Carver, right by the waterfront. I don’t know what the Hounds are doing, but it can’t be good. I’d suggest you get there as quickly as possible.”

“Right.” Lyger said as he began approaching Iron Knight.

“Let’s go.”

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

Working on a post or 2...

CLOSED - Ultimate One Universe: Season One

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You guys are always super welcoming, but I just can never get the right headspace. Plus, there's so much going on I get information overload. Also the whole thing with my Marcus and VATROU's Alternate Merlin has always left me sour.

@Inkarnate

That's understandable

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I nearly joined CAH twice. Both times I backed out due to being so intimidated. I still have the characters sitting by though. Maybe one day.

@Blue Demon

Don't be intimidated. We typically have everything that you need to know easily accessible and we're always happy to help with any questions you might have. Always room for more.

I did an Ultimate Martian Manhunter, and I had an idea for an Ultimate John Stewart back in the day. I also played Venom in a version of this game, but it'd be way too early for that here.

CLOSED - Ultimate One Universe: Season One

hmmmmmm....With the gang all here, I might have to throw something together.

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

Hi! I’ve been lurking through your threads and, whilst there’s a massive amount of RP and lore for me to catch up to, I’m really digging what you guys are doing, and I hope you’ll consider allowing me to join!

The truth is I have a thousand questions about the lore of the setting, questions which will only pile up as I learn more, so I went ahead and just made a character. I'll be happy to rework whatever I need to later, since I slapped this in a day. I'm sure some blatant mistake or poorly conceived plot point will make me cringe tomorrow.

That said, there's some things I would like to discuss directly with at least one of the RP moderators if I'm cleared to play.

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Character you have created: David West

Alias: Noir

Speech Color: Dark Grey/Black if available

Character Alignment: Walking the Line

@Crooked Knight

I'm going to do something that I haven't done before and go ahead and just approve this. I'm very impressed with what I've seen thus I think we can go ahead and skip the sample.

If you have any questions in regards to the game, feel free to ask myself, Ded, or Hound, and also feel free to join our discord chat.

Welcome aboard

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

I’m going to go ahead and approve these. I actually have a character named Starlight that I was working to introduce soon, (different powers, different appearance) but I think they could have some interesting interactions at some point

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

Icon rocketed skyward in the direction of the multiple black choppers that had descended on the area above Sherman Square when something out of the corner of his eye caught his attention. It was another of the mechanized suits, but this one was different from the others. The matte black mech was larger than the others, and unlike the others was more of a giant suit than a walking tank. From above, Icon watched as the mech moved unnoticed toward Sherman Square and leveled its left arm at the heroes there, and gasped as what looked to be the muzzle of a mini gun emerged from the mech’s fist.

“No.” Icon said as he banked hard back around, putting himself between the mech and those in the Square just as it opened fire.

Dozens of rounds rained down on Icon. Had he been a normal man, he would have been torn to shreds in an instant. However, the bullets bounced harmlessly from his chest, neck, abdomen, and face. As the mech unloaded its mini gun at him, Icon stepped unfazed toward the mountainous machine and reached out to the outstretched mini gun and grabbed it, yanking it from the mech’s arm in an explosion of sparks and smoke.

“Is that all you’ve got?” Icon asked just before the mech’s other arm grabbed him by the throat and lifted him into the air, and aided by the hydraulics in the suit’s arm, slammed him hard into the pavement, cracking beneath him. Icon struggled against the machine’s vice-like grip, however, the powerful mech had all the leverage, and was able to maintain its hold on the hero.

Icon reached up and took a hold on the mech’s “hand” which was placed firmly around his neck. He pulled and pried at the mech’s fingers until finally, they began to open. Once Icon had loosened the machine’s grip, he was able to free himself. With the mech’s arm in his grasp, Icon fought to get back to his feet, first rolling over and then getting up on one knee, until he was able to stand. Once he was on his feet he looked up to where the mech’s face ought to be and smiled as he rapped the arm from its socket. Then, he tore into the mech, punching holes in the body of the towering suit, ripping and pulling it apart until he had pulled the pilot from inside of the suit—and then binding the Hound’s hands and feet with cables that he had pulled from the wreckage, securing him to a nearby bicycle rack where he will easily be picked up by the authorities later.

No sooner had he rejoined Alexa and Flux in the center of the Square when he heard the amplified voice of Iron Knight announcing that they had somehow traced an energy signal from somewhere in the city that appeared to be going into space. The conclusion that Arthur had reached was that the Hounds were activating the satellite, and there was little doubt that Lost Haven was the target.

“Icon, can you take that thing out?” Iron Knight asked as he approached Icon and the others.

“I don’t know. I’ve never tried going into space.” Icon admitted. “But I guess there’s only one way to find out. Are you sure we’ve got the location of this thing” He continued as his eyes darted around the scene of the battle. Finally, he found what he was looking for, the large mech that had been fighting along side the heroes.

“As sure as we can be. According to this readout, it should be right…about…there.” Iron Knight said pointing to and area I the sky just south of Lost Haven. Icon nodded, then looked back over to the massive mech which had just retracted what looked like a massive chainsaw blade.

“Hey, you have a targeting system in that thing, right?” Icon asked. Upon getting an answer in the affirmative, he grabbed the large machine and began to lift off, but stopped, hovering several feet in the air.

“Just in case." Icon said to Iron Knight who just looked at the hero incredulously, and then shot skyward toward the location of the recently discovered satellite.

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

The Hounds of Humanity Headquarters, Outside of Lost Haven

From the command center of the Hounds of Humanity’s secret bunker in the outskirts of Lost Haven, Travis Murdock watched as everything that he had built—everything that he had worked for…crumbled. Though he had expected resistance from the heroes, he hadn’t expected them to fight as hard as they had, and he certainly didn’t see the futility of his own force’s attack.

He watched as his forces were routed by the heroes in Sherman Square, and as he did his mind began to drift. He was no longer paying attention to the ongoing battle in the middle of his adopted city. Instead he was again in another place and time altogether. He once again found himself on a street lined with Christmas trees. The bitter cold stung his face as he ran toward the billowing smoke that rose from the area that his wife and daughter had been standing just moments before. It was a memory that had haunted him every moment of every day for over a year.

However, there was something different this time.

It was as if time was frozen. Snowflakes and ash hung in the air frozen in place, as were the people on the street. Civilians and first responders alike stood still like statues, each one a monument to the fear and panic of the moment. Pained expressions and determination remained etched on their faces as they reacted to the explosion before time itself had stopped.

Only Murdock himself seemed capable of movement. Determined, he rushed toward the destruction. He did not know what he hoped to find, as he had replayed this moment in his mind over and over. He knew what would await him: the mangled bodies of his wife and daughter, and a dozen others.

Yet somehow, this was different.

He approached the site of the explosion, and as he did he noticed a burnt child’s shoe laying on the sidewalk. It was pink and white and on the side it was adorned with the image of a cartoon pony, the smiling face smeared with blood. He recognized the shoe, as he had bought that very pair for his daughter just a few weeks before.

“Judith.” He said to himself in a barely audible whisper.

Upon reaching the burnt out building and debris that had been strewn across the sidewalk and into the street from the explosion, his worst nightmare had again been realized. Though he hoped that this time would be different, he found countless bodies, including the mangled remains of Lilly and Judith among the devastation.

“Daddy?” Murdock heard the impossible. He heard the voice that he would have happily given anything to hear once again. He heard the voice of his daughter. Murdock turned toward the sound of the voice, and was overcome with joy when he saw Judith standing before him, just as he had remembered her. Alive and healthy, and unharmed by the explosion.

“Judith?!” He exclaimed, his voice a mixture of that joy he felt at seeing his daughter again, and the grief that came with knowing that this joyous moment could not possibly be real.

“You promised me that you’d make them pay for what they did. You swore that you’d make sure that they never did that to anyone else, ever again.” She told him, her voice was cold and distant.

“I know baby. I know.” Murdock said. “I’ve been working to make that happen.” He told her.

“You’ve failed, Daddy. You weren’t good enough. Your army wasn’t good enough. The freaks are going to win, and you’re going to go to jail, if you’re lucky. You let Mommy down. You let me down.” She scolded him, each word angrier than the next. “We’re very disappointed in you Daddy, we thought you loved us.” As she finished speaking, her fine, porcelain like skin began to crack and blister, revealing a twisted, mangled corpselike wraith.

As she began to disappear before him, as Judith left him, she offered her departing words.
“Avenge us Daddy, kill them all.”

Murdock suddenly snapped out of his daze, and found himself back in the command center surrounded by his people, all of whom were looking at him with concerned expressions, some which appeared to be silently questioning his fitness to lead.

“Sir, is everything alright?” Clancy spoke up.

“Huh?” Murdock asked before pulling himself together. “Yes, everything’s fine.” Murdock said more for his own sake than that of his men.

“How do you want to respond?” Clancy asked as he motioned to the images of the Hounds’ routed forces.

“We’re leaving.” Murdock said simply.

“We’re leaving? The whole base?” Clancy asked.

“No. Just us.” Murdock told him. “Activate the satellite and target Lost Haven. Actually, never mind. I'll do it myself.”

“Travis?” Clancy said, concerned. “What about our men?”

“My men.” Murdock corrected him. “They failed them…they failed us. Let them burn with the freaks. Unless you want to join them, I suggest that you hurry.” Murdock said as he approached the control console for the Finger of God, and activated it and set the targeting system for Lost Haven.

Then a countdown appeared on the screen, indicating exactly how long it would take for the satellite to charge before it can deliver the killing blow to a city that had failed so spectacularly to protect its citizens.

5:00

4:59

4:58

“I suggest we get out of here…now.” Murdock said as he led the way to the underground hangar and the Blackhawk Helicopters that would carry he and the rest of the Hounds of Humanity hierarchy to safety.