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

Danvers, Massachusetts-Before it all started

Scott Hunter walked among the tombstones of the Ocean View Cemetery. Though he had only been here a hand full of times, he could almost find his destination with his eyes closed. Although he had grown up in the White Mountains of New Hampshire, his parents had lived on the North Shore of Boston before relocating to the country for work, as well as a better environment to raise their family. However, after his father's death, his mother had sold the home that Scott and his siblings had grown up in, and moved back to the North Shore where she was closer to friends and family who could help the newly widowed woman as she acclimated to her new circumstances.

As Scott walked among the tombstones, his mind drifted back in time. He thought about how his relationship with his father had been strained over the years. Scott hadn't been the easiest child to raise, he was head strong and rebellious, and with the abilities that had begun to manifest after puberty, raising him was an absolute nightmare. It was because of this, that he blamed himself for his father's death. It was the stress of raising a freak, a monster like him, as well as the pressure to keep the secret of his true origins and abilities a secret that proved to much for Jacob Hunter. As far as Scott could tell, it was this pressure that caused the aneurysm which had claimed his life.

His brother Brandon had made it his life's mission to make sure that Scott knew that their father's death was all his fault. Brandon was a bitter boy who's cruelty had known no bounds. When Scott was a child, Brandon took great pleasure in the abuse that he subjected his younger brother to. To Brandon, Scott was not really his brother, he was an outsider who had been dropped off on the family doorstep one night, and never left. Once Scott's abilities began to manifest, and it became clear to Brandon that he would no longer be able to physically intimidate the younger boy, he resorted to psychological warfare. Brandon taunted and teased Scott mercilessly. He humiliated the younger boy constantly, taking great joy in doing so, particularly when he had an audience.

However, that changed shortly after their father died. In the weeks and months after Jacob's death, and amid the family's relocation to the Boston area, Brandon began to look out after not only the youngest sibling, Jenny, but Scott as well. They had managed to survive the death of their patriarch and a life altering relocation from all that was familiar, and they had become stronger for it.

Though, it was short lived.

As Scott got closer to his destination, he quickly came out of the fog that had enveloped his mind. He followed the narrow pathway between the rows of headstones for several hundred yards until he came to his final destination, a particular tombstone.

Jacob Joseph Hunter, Loving Husband, father.

“Hi Dad, it's been awhile.” Scott said as he approached the grave marker, unsure of exactly what to say. He then sat down on the lush green grass in front of the stone. “It's been rough lately. We've all been having a hard time. When we lost you, it was like out entire world fell apart. None of us knew what to do, but we did our best.” He said, his voice straining slightly.

“I know that you had a hard time bringing me up, especially when we found out that I wasn't...normal. But you gave it your all, even though I wasn't blood. But He looked away from his father's grave for a moment to another marker, inhaled, and then exhaled deeply before returning his gaze to his father's tombstone.

“But now it's time for me to move on.” Scott said, tears beginning to form in the corner of his eyes. “After what happened, I can't stay.” He continued as he looked over to the other grave stone again, and looked remorsefully at the inscription.

Brandon James Hunter, Beloved Son, Brother.

For an instant, he could almost hear the sounds of smashing glass and twisting steel replaying in his head.

“You're both gone, and it's all my fault. Mom and Jenny are completely lost without out you. Hell, I am too.” Scott admitted. “But after what I did, I can't look them in the eyes anymore. So I'm leaving.”

A quick gust of wind rustled some leaves behind him. The sound made him turn to look to see if maybe someone else had joined him in the cemetery, but when he saw that he was still alone he turned back to the graves.

“I'm not exactly sure what I'm going to be doing. I'm leaving from South Station tomorrow. I think I might head out West for awhile. Kind of stretch my wings a bit. I don't know when I'll be back...if I'll be back. But I want you to know that I love you. Both of you...and I'm sorry.” He finished before getting back to his feet and turning back, slowly walking with his head down, back the way he came.

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)

Character you have created: Djarrawi Hunter
Alias: Sleepwalker, Dingo Girl, Today Girl (These aren't codenames, just nicknames from her people)
Speech Color: Dark Orange

Character Alignment: Hero
Identity: Known

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

Character you have created: Bobi Adolow

Alias: She has none.

Speech Color: CornflowerBlue

Character Alignment: Hero

Identity: Not a secret

Personality: Bobi can be very closed off and guarded from other people, as she has a very hard time trusting anyone nowadays. Other people may see her as rude, and even a bit of a bully, but it doesn’t bother her. She isn’t prone to hanging around other people, and often closes herself up in the Paradox Lab department for weeks on end. When she feels uncomfortable around other people, she gets agitated and loses her patience with them very shortly. The only person she can’t seem to shake off her tail is Shay Vanabound, another agent of Paradox and her assigned partner for the job.

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Origin info/ Details:



Bobi Adolow was born in her father's lab in the middle of a dead end town somewhere in Australia. The details of her life and where she used to live are hazy at best for her, seeing how most of her childhood was spent being cooped up in the lab. She never knew her mother, her only caretaker was Jerome Adolow, the man who created her. Bobi was always more of a machine than a human. Her body, while made of skin and nerves, are hiding a mash of organs and metal. Bobi has no heart, quite literally. She runs and breathes thanks to a core implanted in her back. It’s a small, round disc bigger than her hand. It’s made of metal, and glows an ethereal light blue color. The core’s name is 8081, an odd name given to it by Jerome, its creator. She never quite understood the name, all she knew was that 8081 was a nuisance and a very distracting feature on her body.

8081 is not her only technological feature. Bobi’s left arm is completely made out of metal, and while Jerome has tried to explain to her this oversight, she has learned to accept it as it is. Her arm, as Jerome puts it, is directly connected to 8081. It is an enhancement of sorts, she understands that much. What she doesn’t understand is why he wouldn’t cover it in skin. He had just shrugged in his own, quiet way. “I was just too...proud of it to cover it up. I thought kids your age were supposed to like cool robot stuff like this anyway.” He had said to her.

Bobi lived with Jerome Adolow in his house, and was barred from leaving the laboratory in the basement because “The world just isn’t ready yet, Bo.” She was a very lonely child, and the longer she stayed in the basement and did Jerome’s diagnostics and his tests, the more she steadily grew to resent him. She was 8 when she finally understood that she truly hated Jerome. He may be her father, or creator, but she didn’t love him like one. She was 9 when Jerome introduced her to her first actual friend. Jerome never brought anyone else home, and sometimes Bobi didn’t even think other people came to the house. Her first friend was a girl, who was lot older than Bobi was then, and who stood behind Jerome with a look of wonder on her face. The girl was tall, that much Bobi could see, but also very lanky. Her hair was a light, mouse brown that hung straight past her shoulders; when they first met she had been wearing a faded green flannel shirt, plain jeans and very dirty boots. 8081 told her the brown slush around her feet was mud, something Bobi had only seen in small glimpses here and there.

“Bobi, I’d like you to meet someone very special to me. This is Tucker.” Jerome introduced her. Bobi stood in the dark lab, staring wide eyed at both of them, blankly. Tucker walked up to her, kneeled before her to be on her level, and offered a genuine kind smile.

“We are alike, you and I.” She said, her accent was very different from Bobi’s and Jerome’s. Tucker rolled up one of her sleeves, and held her arm out. At first, Bobi wanted to scoff and push her away from her, because all she saw was plain pale skin. But then it disappeared. The arm was gone, leaving only the cuff of Tucker’s sleeve. Then the arm reappeared, but this time it held colorful dots, then stripes, then odd looking lines that Bobi couldn’t quite name just that they were….squiggly? 8081 told her that it wasn’t a word, but it perfectly described the patterns that Tucker made on her skin. “See? We’re both very different, huh?” Tucker offered. Bobi just nodded, and from that day forward Tucker had been like an older sister to her.

Bobi was 12 when she was first allowed to leave the lab. Jerome had let her sit outside in the backyard for the first time, and it was an eye opening experience. 8081 was buzzing with all of the new information it was taking in, and it soon grew to be too much. She had fainted for a short while, and it gave Tucker and Jerome quite the scare. When she awoke, she finally knew how most of the world worked, how plants grew, why the sky was blue. All of the questions that everyone could possibly ponder about the world they stood on, she had the answer to thanks to 8081. Jerome was reluctant to let her out again, but Tucker convinced him to let her sit on the porch, to which Bobi was thankful for. This time, she did not faint. She and Tucker both sat outside for the second time in her short life, and it was a memory she valued dearly.

Jerome wanted to continue his experiments on Bobi, and while he did, she soon started to wonder why. What purpose did she hold in the world other than running diagnostics? Jerome laughed, something she had almost never heard him do. “You will soon find out. Don’t worry Bobi.” Tucker also told her not to worry, and to pass the time told her stories of the outside world and all that lay in it, like airplanes, and big cities. The days grew longer and longer, and eventually turned into years. Bobi was 16 when she finally decided she had had enough of being cooped up in the house, confined to the back porch and nothing more. She hadn’t told Tucker about these thoughts she was having, as she already knew Tucker would try to hold her back, or worse even: tell Jerome.

She had decided she would sneak away somehow, so when it came time to go on the back porch, she made a run for it and hopped the fence. She could hear Tucker yelling for her to come back, but it was far too late by then. The world grew even larger the more she ran. She could feel that familiar heat behind her back that meant 8081 was reaching its limit on information. She ran into the street, suddenly not in control of her own body, and was hit head on by a car. It was a hard hit, hard enough to send her flying through the air. Sparks flew as her metal arm, which had been hidden beneath the sleeve of a blue sweater, ripped through the soft fabric at the point of impact. The person in the car was frantic, and ran over to see if she was okay, but before then it was too late. Bobi Adolow had died at the scene of the crash.

She was dead for about a week, until 8081 jump started itself again. Bobi slowly came to life, her vision obscured by a sheet that had been pulled over her head. She lay on a cool, metal table that made her skin feel clammy and weird. She mustered enough strength to sit up, and remove the sheet. She was greeted with the dark room of the Thurst City morgue and funeral home. This is where the bodies were kept. She looked around, her eyes much more accustomed to the dark now, and saw that she was not alone in the room. There were a few other dead people in the room with her it seemed, and that didn’t bother her so much as inconvenience her. One of them lay on a table that blocked the door for some reason. She got up, and made her way to it, bumping into this table and that one, muttering sorry as she went. When she reached the door, it opened seemingly on its own, but Bobi came to realize that a nurse must have heard her bumping around in the dark room. When she spotted Bobi, she screamed horrified, something Bobi very much understood as she had probably already been embalmed and lying dead for weeks before this incident. Bobi walked further out into the hallway, scaring the hell out of almost everyone who passed her before one of the staff directed her to a room.

They asked her questions, trying to see if maybe she was just one of those wandering bodies that got up sometimes. “It’s happened before, you know.” One of the nurses explained. Bobi was able to finally convince them that she was indeed alive, but they couldn’t believe it.

“You’ve been…scooped out already though. How the hell are you walking?” One nurse asked; she shook her head, and headed to the front desk. The phone had rang, beckoning for her to answer it. “What?!” The nurse exclaimed. She ran back into the room, and looked at Bobi with terrified eyes. “There’s a girl on the phone asking for you? Your name is Bobi Adolow...correct?” Bobi just nodded.

She was handed the phone, expecting for it be Tucker, only to be very surprised to hear the voice of a girl she had never met before.

“My name is Leila Mayner, I’m sorry we’re meeting on such odd terms.” Leila said, explaining to her very quickly how she ran an Agency named Paradox that was bent on helping anyone with an impossible, unsolvable problem. “I want to know, before Jerome Adolow reaches the morgue, do you want to work for Paradox?”

It seemed to be such a bizarre situation, but the more Bobi thought about being back in the house with no one but Jerome and Tucker, the more her resentment for the man grew. She had never before shown outwardly that she hated Jerome, but she knew if she saw him come through the morgue door, she’d try her hardest to get away from him again. Not even Tucker could convince her to come back. The morgue was such an interesting place, and she found that 8081 wasn’t freaking out like it was normally prone to do. Clutching the phone cord tightly, she nodded to herself.

“Yeah…” She had said. “I wanna work for Paradox.” She could almost hear Leila smile through the phone.

“Excellent. Charlotte will escort you to the nearest kiosk.” Leila said. She could hear excited murmurings around her, and saw that the staff were looking at her with a new kind of reverence.

“You’re a Paradox Agent?” One nurse, the one she had spooked when she first woke up, said. Bobi thought on it for a second, before a slight green moth appeared before her. Everyone in the room seemed to look at her in a new light, as if they understood something she did not.

“That must be it then...she’s one of those Agents, so maybe she’s got powers or something…”

“She’s got a damn robot arm, Harold. Of course she’s a super.”

“I was just saying, I thought the arm was like a fancy prosthetic.”

“Well you guessed wrong, obviously.”

She could hear them theorizing about her, but that didn’t matter then. She grabbed a hold of Charlotte the moth who fluttered before her, and instantly found herself in new clothing. The standard Paradox, dark green blazer. A green, emerald pin with the insignia of a moth lay on her chest. She turned to the other members of the staff.

“Um...thank you, for looking after my body.” She said awkwardly. She walked out the front doors of the morgue and headed straight for a back alley. 8081 was now accompanied by Charlotte who seemed to be leading her through it’s interface, just like Leila had said. There, hidden in the brick and mortar wall was the moth insignia on her pin. She pressed her hand against it, and the bricks moved aside, revealing an elevator. She wasn’t sure which way she should go, up or down, so she let Charlotte choose.

Ever since that day, Bobi Adolow worked as an Agent of Paradox. She was 18 when she was assigned her first solo mission, it wasn’t as harrowing as she thought it would be, but it was something she thought was special. She was 23 when she was first introduced to another friend, her assigned Paradox partner Shay Vanabound. Despite Bobi’s closed off demeanor, and otherwise grumpy disposition, Shay never left her side. Bobi never saw Jerome or Tucker again, and though she missed Tucker, she was far happier working as an Agent than she was running diagnostics for them. There were times where she hated the both of them, but she always lost that battle in her head. She couldn’t bring herself to hate Tucker.

Bobi Adolow is now 25 years old, and works tirelessly in the Lab department of Paradox. Though she hates tests, she finds learning more about 8081 is important. The more she knows, the more she can help people on assignments, and that was something that she worked endlessly on. Despite coming from Australia, she does not work from there. All Agents work from HQ, no matter what kiosk they enter or exit from. Paradox kiosks is scattered all over the world, and to accurately pinpoint where HQ is would be insanity. The only true location I, Liseran Thistle, can give you is that it is definitely located somewhere in the states. Because of this, Bobi is one of the very few international Agents at Paradox HQ.

Hero Type: Brick/Muscle

Power Level: City Level (8081 still has a few tricks up its sleeve that even Bobi hasn’t discovered.)

Powers: Bobi is an enhanced human with robot prosthetics, one of which is incredibly powerful. She has enhanced strength, and is able to connect herself to the world's database, gaining access to any and all information.

Height: 5”6

Weight: 128 lbs

Strength Level: 50

Speed/Reaction Time: 60

Endurance at Maximum effort: 3 hours

Agility: Normal human (She’s not very coordinated on her feet)

Intelligence: Genius

Fighting skill: Trained (Shay has taught her a few things since they’ve first met)

Weaknesses: Even though 8081 has regained some kind of composure, sometimes it can reach its limit. This can happen if Bobi pushes her abilities too far, or even still if she gains too much knowledge at once. When 8081 reaches its limit, parts of her body start to malfunction or shut down completely, which is very bad if she’s fighting someone.

Supporting Character: Shay Vanabound, her assigned Partner; Leila Wingsbury, the Leader of Paradox; Mindy Diasco, a girl Genius; Eris Goodoire, New Jerseys number one music hero; Phoenix, a kind boy from another time; Beatrice Hanamura, Paradox’s only weapon smith; Shou Hanamura, Paradox’s only spy; Cosmos, Paradox’s first interstellar Agent; Thomas Beastly, Paradox’s mythological Beastmaster; Charles “Coggs” Devesh, Paradox’s only practicing Mage and another international Agent like Bobi herself.

Do you know how to post pictures on rpg boards?: Yes

Sample post: (I won’t post one, I feel you guys can get to know her through the posts.)

@Liseran Thistle

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

Three Days Later...

The people of Crown Ridge had been on edge since the battle between the heroes and the Hounds of Humanity which had become popularly known as “The Siege of Lost Haven.” Crime had been up, and the Crown Ridge Police Department had been struggling to keep up with the increase in criminal activity. So despite their strict anti vigilante doctrine, some members of the CRPD had somewhat softened their stance when it came to getting help from outside the law, at least privately. Although some members of the local law enforcement community had at least temporarily softened their stance on vigilantism, the ban on vigilante activity still remained.
However, none of this mattered to Lyger, who had remained vigilant in his mission to protect the city. He had been out each night since the Hounds of Humanity had threatened Lost Haven, and by extension Crown Ridge with annihilation, scouring the city for those who wished to do it harm.

Now, he found himself on the rooftop of the Gabriel Building, overlooking downtown Crown Ridge, looking for any sign of trouble. However on this night, things were quiet. In the preceding nights there had been numerous armed robberies, assaults, and even a small riot, however, tonight there was no such activity. In fact, he had been getting ready to call it an early night when he became well aware of a presence nearby. At first, he thought that perhaps it was Flux, but then he realized that this presence was not only behind him, but above him.

“Something I can help you with, Icon?” Lyger asked without ever turning to face the hero of Lost Haven.

“You're not an easy man to find.” Icon told him as he lowered himself to the rooftop.

“I know. That's kind of the point.” Lyger said.

“Arthur and I have been talking.” Icon started. “Over the last couple of years, we've been facing threats that are growing in magnitude. Each time, there has been a group of us that have come together to meet whatever crisis we were facing head on, and we've been able to beat it back. D-Day, Pax Metahumana, the Hounds of Humanity.”

“Go on.” Lyger told him.

“We think that maybe it's time that we put together a team, officially.” Icon said.

“You're talking about The Guardians.” Lyger said, referencing the name that the media had given the group of heroes who had come together to save not only the city, but the entire world on more than one occasion. “I don't know.”

“Look, if the Hounds of Humanity taught us anything, it's that we have to be better prepared. If we don't get better organized, we might not be able to stop whatever comes next.” Icon paused for a moment, letting his words linger in the air. “But it's not just that. There has to be some kind of accountability. Look at what happened this last time, there were people fighting along side us doing just as much damage as the Hounds were, with about as much regard for life.”

“I agree.” Lyger said as he remembered seeing Pantheon summarily execute more than on of the Hounds.

“We have to be better than that, if we're not we're no better than the people we're trying to stop.”

“You're not wrong.” Lyger conceded. “I'm just not sure that a team is the right way to go. Especially with Arthur involved. He hasn't exactly shown that he's the best man to put this kind of thing together. He almost got some kids killed against Diplodoc because he thought that they were ready, when they clearly weren't.”

“And that's why I want you to join us.” Icon said.

“I don't really play well with others.” Lyger said in a matter of fact tone.

“But you're one of the first to show up when you're needed. And you are always willing to put it all on the line. Look, you may not think of yourself as a team player, but you're exactly what we need. I'm not sure we can do this without you.” Icon told him. “Besides, I think you make Arthur nervous.” Icon said with a grin.

“He told you to tell me this was your idea, didn't he?” Lyger asked with a lightness in his tone that hadn't been there before.
“He did.” Icon confirmed with a chuckle.

“Alright, I'm in. If for no other reason than to keep an eye on you all.” Lyger told him.

“That's all I can ask.” Icon said as he lifted off the rooftop. “See you around.

***

Now

For the better part of a month, Lyger had been tracking the movements of the Winter Park Gang, who had been ramping up their activities since the heat that the Hounds of Humanity had generated had begun to wane. Lyger had been relentless in his pursuit of the criminal enterprise, which had ties to the Shroud Syndicate. He had chased down lead after lead, however, he had failed to find any information that would bring him any closer to the Winter Park Gang's leadership, particularly the one who called himself Rabbit.
Until last night.

He had been tracking a low level thug named Jason Fortin, who was a glorified drug runner for the Winter Park Gang. Fortin was a nobody, a loser. He'd done time for petty theft and drug and weapons charges. He even did a stint in Tartarus Island because of his fetish for underage girls. However, despite the fact that he was a complete waste of skin, he had connections to Rabbit and some of the other high ranking members of the Winter Park Boys.

Lyger had followed Fortin from his apartment on Fryburg Way to what Lyger had learned was his favorite night club, The Golden Mango Gentleman's Club several blocks away. He had waited for the lowlife on the rooftop of a neighboring building until Fortin left through the front door just over an hour later. Lyger continued to follow him as he left the establishment, and once Fortin was far enough away from prying eyes, Lyger had swooped down, knocking the scum back face first into the wall of a nearby building. After a few moments of being pummeled by the black clad vigilante, Fortin was more than happy tell him anything that he wanted to know.

Acting on the information that Fortin had provided him, Lyger had set up shop on the roof across from the waterfront. According to Fortin, the Winter Park Gang would be meeting with the Russians for a weapons deal that could potentially net the Winter Park Gang a small fortune.

Lyger waited in the shadows, watching the shipping vessel “Pelican Breeze,” on which the deal was supposed to go down. There was no activity on the street below, and the area near the ship was completely still. Yet when the clock tower across town chimed, indicating that it was nine o'clock, the activity began to pick up. Several cars began to pull up to the ship, and a number of people, all appearing heavily armed began to pour out of the vehicles.

This was it, Lyger was finally going to be able to make a move on Rabbit himself, all he had to do now was wait until all the pieces were in place.

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

W.I.P.
Character you have created: Beatrice Andersen
Alias: Forge Master
Speech Color: Orange Red
Character Alignment: Hero
Identity: Known. When you're nearly 8 feet tall, it's hard to keep your identity secret.
Character Personality: If you know anything about fantasy, Beatrice's personality could be best compared to the typical dwarf. She's known to be stubborn in her view points and very hot headed if tested. But she takes pride in her work and never settles for anything less than perfection.

Appearance/Armor

Appearance

Origin

Born in Atlanta, Beatrice was a civil engineer with a husband and a daughter when Pax Metahumana happened in her city. When her powers appeared, Beatrice had a lot of... physical and mental changes, which became the last... heavy straw on the camel's back for her marriage. With her life in shambles, Beatrice quickly found another line of work. Smithing of all kinds and with her super human skill, she quickly found a multitude of customers. After making a living smithing, she eventually moved to Lost Haven in hope that she could make money helping with the repairing process.

Power

Hero Type: Brick/Fire/Other
Power Level: Low World
Powers: Beatrice's powers have changed her both physically and mentally. Physically, she has grown to a very tall stature and has gained super strength and durability. In addition, her biology has changed drastically. She now has organs that constantly create raw liquid metal that fills her stomach, with limited control on what she makes. Non-Precious metals take a day to make, precious metals take a few weeks and non-earth metals take months. Because of this, her internal body temperature has drastically increased and her body is extremely resistant to heat as a result. Mentally, she has obtained the knowledge of a master blacksmith and can create wonders of her newly found trade.

Attributes

Height: 8'4"
Weight: 400 Pounds
Strength Level: 10 Tons
Speed/Reaction Timing Level: Human level
Endurance at MAXIMUM Effort:5 Hours
Agility: Human Level
Intelligence: Average
Fighting Skill: Trained, mainly a brawler
Resources: Large

Weaknesses: Her very obvious stature makes having a secrete identity nearly impossible.
Supporting Characters: Angelica Andersen, Daughter of Beatrice. Has been acting strange since the pax event and her mother suspects she may have obtained some sort of power.

@DaBomb

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

Scott locked eyes with the man who had been pursuing the girls, and that was when he knew that this man was far more than he seemed. The man only stood about six feet tall, and if he had to guess, Scott would say that he weighed about one hundred and eighty pounds. Yet, there was something about this man who made him seem far more imposing than his physical stature would suggest. The man was sharply dressed in a designer suit and wore a white glove on his right hand. He had sharp features, though they were mostly hidden behind a short, scruffy beard. However, there was something strange about this man, something almost inhuman about him. And then, Scott realized what it was.

His eyes.

They were not the eyes of a man. There was no sclera, there were no pupils. The man’s eyes were empty, silver voids with a thin black outline that were where his pupils should be. But as he looked closer, he noticed that the thin black line swirled in the man’s eyes, almost as if there were a storm raging within.

“Come, now!” the older of the two girls called to him, grabbing his arm and pulling him with her as she began to run. “He’s seen you with us, you’re not safe!” She told him as the girls lead him into the crowd. They raced down the crowded street, taking a number of turns down side streets which lead back to other crowded streets, until they were sure that they had shaken their pursuers.

“Who were those guys, and what did they want with you?” Scott asked once he was sure they were in the clear. Scott could almost sense their hesitation as neither girl said anything for a long moment.

“It’s better if you don’t know.” The older of the two girls finally said in surprisingly perfect English.

“I’m involved in this now, I should at least know what I’m up against.” Scott told her.

“You got yourself involved. You should have stayed away. Américain stupide.”

“Be that as it may, I’m involved. So again, who were those people, and what do they want with you?” Scott replied.

“Fine, but not here. It’s not safe.” She said after a brief hesitation.

“I know where we can go.” Scott said after a moment. “Follow me.” He told them as he began to lead them back toward his hotel.

Scott led the two young women to the front entrance of the Le Grande Peninsula Hotel. As Scott and the two ladies traversed the last several blocks to the hotel, there had been an uneasy silence that hung over them. It was almost as if the girls were afraid to speak about their attacker, as to do so would summon him to them.

“Bonne journée.” The doorman said with a smile and a nod at the three travelers as they walked passed him.

“Bonjour.” Scott replied as he led the girls into the lobby and to the elevator.

***

Once they were safely inside Scott and Alexa’s suite, Seline and Sophie were more than happy to open up about the situation they found themselves, and by extension, Scott, in. Sophie tearfully told him about how Etoile and his underlings had forced their way into their home and slaughtered her cousin Tanya, as well as her aunt and uncle. As terrible as her story was, it was Seline’s tale that really got Scott’s attention.

She told him about the man who had slaughtered her family, and who Scott had nearly confronted on the crowded Parisian street when they had first crossed paths. She told him that this man, Etoile, was not a man at all, but a magical being, a fae. According to Seline, Etoile believed that the Fae were the rightful rulers of the Earth, and that it was only a matter of time before a war between Man and Faekind would erupt and then the Fae would take their rightful place. She had explained that Etoile was a militant force in the Paris underground, and while many dismissed his message as the ranting of a madman, he was still accumulating a number of followers. When he pressed her on how and why she would get involved with someone like that, she told him that she was only involved with him from a business standpoint.

“Money is hard to come by these days. Some of us have to do whatever we have to do to get by.” She told him. “I am very good at what I do, and it his kept my sister fed and clothed. So I make no apologies for doing what I have to do.”

She went on to explain that Etoile had had contacted her to recover an ancient artifact for him. It was something called a Divinity Shard, and from what she had learned about it, when combined with the other two shards it was supposed to give the wielder great power. She did not know what kind of power it held, or what Etoile wanted with it, she just knew that he was willing to pay a small fortune to get it. However, when she went to take the shard, it was not there. She didn’t know if someone had beaten her to it, or if she had been set up, all she knew was that it was not there, and she had to evade the owner’s private security force in order to get out of the pace alive. Unfortunately, Etoile was not known for being forgiving, and dealt with and failure harshly. Her failure to get the shard had doomed her, and unfortunately, her family had already paid for that failure with their lives.

Suddenly, there was a click as the lock to the suite door was disengaged and the door opened. Scott could see that the girls were nervous and ready to run, but he did his best to calm them as Alexa walked through the door. As soon as she stepped into the suite and saw Scott and two young women that looked utterly terrified, she knew that somehow, Scott had gotten them dragged into something that they probably had no business getting involved in.

“Scott, babe…what’s going on?” Alexa asked as she stepped into the living area, putting her bag down on the coffee table.

“Oh, hey Honey…” Scott said innocently as he began to recount the tale of how he had met the two sisters.

***

Etoile paced the center of his subterranean lair. The woman, Seline had escaped his grasp, and as such, so had the Divinity Shard. He had been seething over her failure to produce the shard, as well as his own inability to get his hands on her. She had proven to be every bit as slippery as her reputation had claimed, and she had, at least up to this point, eluded him. Suddenly, there was a flash of blinding light, and from that light stepped the shape of a man. As the light faded, his features became visible. The man was petite, with sharp features that were covered in make up and glitter. His hair was short and well sculpted, and comprised of a multitude of bright colors.

“What have you learned, Julius?” Etoile asked as the man stood before him.

“I’ve heard from some of my contacts, and I think I have some good news.” He responded.

“Have you found the Divinity Shard?” Etoile asked, perhaps coming off more hopeful than he had intended.

“Sadly no. But I do have something that could be just as valuable.” He said with a grin. “I may have found the girls.”

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

Been fighting off the flu, haven't been up to writing for the last couple of days. Turns out my brother brought me the best Christmas gift ever...his flu that he didn't tell me he had...

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

I hope to get some work done on some posts tomorrow. Was hoping to do some tonight but got dragged out shopping.

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

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