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

Since the dawn of civilization, mankind has tried to harness the power of the sun. From growing crops, to using solar energy to heat homes and eventually, producing the very electricity that would make the entire world run, the sun was instrumental in mankind's development. For centuries, mankind had toiled to duplicate the sun's power, and in some cases, improve upon it. They have strived to find a better way to power the world, with clean, renewable energy that could keep entire cities powered for generations to come. While they had made incredible strides toward this lofty goal, they had, up until this point, failed.

That is, until someone had managed a breakthrough that did just that.

Under the watchful eye of Richard Midas, engineers and scientists for Midas Industries finally made a breakthrough. They had created a device, which they had nicknamed Daybreak, which was in reality a revolutionary reactor, no larger than a standard car battery, which could produce enough energy to power an entire city for hundreds of years. The device, which Midas Industries had developed in secret was worth billions of dollars, and although the company had gone to great lengths to keep the development of the technology a secret; at least until its official unveiling, when a company as large as Midas Industries is involved, there are sure to be leaks on some level.

For months there were whispers of a secret new technology that would potentially change the entire world, though the details were typically vague. This did not pose a problem for those who had the desire, or the desperation for a sudden windfall which would be the end result of securing and then selling whatever this new technology may be.

“Alright, the convoy should be rounding the corner at 1st and Tremont Avenue in 3..2..now.” One such man, the mercenary known only as Stinger said to his partners as he watched the convoy of vehicles make their way toward their destination.

Stinger had once been a feared man. The very mention of his name would send shivers down the spines of just about anyone in the know. However, he was now less than an afterthought. After a brief run in with Icon which led to a lengthy incarceration, he had become something of a cautionary tale at best, and an absolute joke at worst. It seemed that time had passed him by, and with the emergence of newer, more efficient, and much more effective mercenaries such as War-Pulse and even the mysterious man known as The Prophet, Stinger had been quietly retired from the profession. Not for a lack of interest on his part, sadly, it was due to a lack of interest among those doing the hiring. However, once this job was finished, all of his problems would be behind him.

“And go.” Stinger instructed his partners. On his orders, there was a sudden explosion in the front passenger side wheel well of the transport truck as one of his men had blown out the tire with a single high caliber round.

With the tire blown out, the driver of the transport truck lost control of the vehicle. He frantically spun the wheel while slamming on the breaks in an attempt to regain control enough to avoid careening into other vehicles or worse, pedestrians in the roads or even on the sidewalks. Mercifully, the driver was able to bring the rig to a halt before it injured anyone. However, no sooner had the big rig come to a halt then it was beset upon by the very men who had caused it to careen out of control. The driver's side door was forced open, and the driver found the muzzle of a pistol in his face.

“Open it.” The gunman said, motioning to the back door of the truck.

“I can't.” The driver told him, nearly choking on his own words.

“What do you mean, 'you can't?'” The gunman demanded as he thrust the gun into the driver's face for emphasis.

“I don't have access to it. They loaded the truck and locked it when they were done. The only people that have keys are at the drop off location.” The driver explained in a panic.

“It's no problem.” Stinger said into the earpiece that the gunman wore. “We've got it covered.”

“Fine.” The gunman said before pistol whipping the driver, knocking him senseless. “Do yourself a favor, don't get up.”

As the gunman moved around to the back of the rig, he saw his contact, Stinger, standing at the rear doors with another man, whom he assumed was the third member of their triumvirate, who he had never actually laid eyes on before this moment. Stinger was directing the man who was attempting to cut through the back doors with some sort of torch. Suddenly, there was a sudden gust of wind, and a blue and silver blur whizzed by, and in the blink of an eye, the man with the torch was gone.

“What the-?!” The gunman wasn't able to finish his sentence before the blue and silver blur snatched him up as well.

“Oh no...not again.” Stinger cried out as he turned and started to run.

He didn't get very far before Icon landed on the street in front of him. As he looked upon the hero, his mind was flooded with memories of the last time he had crossed paths with Icon, and the long incarceration that followed. For Stinger, a return to prison was not an option. For an instant, he cursed himself for returning to Lost Haven, to the one place on the planet that he was most likely to run into the accursed hero.

Then he turned and ran.

Abandoning any sense of self respect in favor of self preservation, Stinger ran with everything he had. In fact, he had never run faster. He had managed to make it about a half a block when he suddenly felt a pair of powerful hands grip him by the back of his shirt, and then his stomach dropped as he suddenly shot skyward.

“You know, I really don't have time for this.” Icon said, before securing the mercenary to a nearby telephone pole along with his partners, and then disappearing into the bright blue sky.

***

The music pulsed throughout packed halls of The Hub. On the dance floor, people are moving in rhythm with the music. Bodies are grinding together to the sounds of 90's R&B. The newly reopened nightclub had seen a boon in business, as it appeared that the crowds just wanted something to make them forget about the recent events, not only in the city, but all across the country. In fact, it seemed that the Hounds of Humanity attack in this very club just over a month ago was a distant memory.

Among the crowd on the dance floor, Scott and Alexa moved together, their bodies pressing against one another as an old Keith Sweat tune reverberated through the club. As they danced, Scott couldn't help but to think back to the first time he had officially met her. It had been just after the rag tag group of heroes had ended the threat posed by Dr. Diplodoc and his “meta domes.” Scott had been talking to Eric when he noticed her at the bar, and though she was not in her costume, something about her just tipped him off to the fact that this beautiful young woman sitting at his bar was the same woman that he had fought side by side with during the crisis. Perhaps it was the way she gingerly brought her glass to her lips, or the way she seemed to lean slightly to one side as she favored her injured ribs. However, he was shocked when he approached her, and she greeted him, making it known that she had also deduced his identity.

As the song came to an end, Scott pulled Alexa closer to him and held her for a moment. After several beats the music began anew, and Scott took Alexa's hand. He looked deep into her eyes and beckoned for her to follow him. He led her by the hand off of the dance floor and across the club to door that lead to the club's office, as well as the stairwell that led up to Scott's apartment. He took her past the door to his apartment, and led her up the stairway to the roof. As they moved away from the rooftop doorway, they were met with a slightly brisk breeze. The night was clear without a cloud in the sky, and the massive super moon illuminated the city's skyline like a large night light. They walked over to the edge of the building and looked out over the city as Scott stepped slightly behind Alexa and wrapped his arms around her, pulling her tightly to him.

The view is better from my place.” Alexa teased as she leaned back against him. Though she may have been teasing him, it was true. From the balcony of her apartment, which was located on the fifty third floor of the high rise apartment building, she could see then entire eastern half of Lost Haven, all the way to the Atlantic.

It was a breathtaking view indeed.
“Without a doubt.” Scott agreed. As he leaned into her, the sweet smell of vanilla and coconut caught his attention. The aroma was heavenly, and as he held Alexa against his chest, he found himself in a moment that he never wanted to end.

“I love you.” Scott said, breaking a momentary silence.

“I love you too.” Alexa replied.

Scott gave her a slight squeeze and then let go of her. He took a step to to the left of her and then another step forward, bringing himself shoulder to shoulder with her as they both looked out over the neighborhood.

“Hey, I have a question for you.” Scott said casually.

“I have an answer.” Alexa said jokingly. She turned to face Scott, who had gotten down on one knee and held out a small box which was open, revealing a beautiful diamond ring.

“Will you marry me?”

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

So that didn't work out. I got a good portion of a post done, but I have run out of time. I hope to have it done in the next day or so

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

alright, hoping to have something posted either tomorrow or Monday. I got started on something and then hit a brick wall.

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

posts coming soon

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

The warmth of the morning summer sun hit Scott Hunter's face as he stepped onto the roof of The Hub. Though the sun was shining and there was not a cloud in the sky, Scott was nevertheless restless. With each step he took, his legs felt as if they were weighted. He had things that he wanted, no, needed to do. However, before he could get to tasks at hand, the growling in his stomach informed him that he needed to get breakfast.

The only question was, where should he go? Bea's Diner over on 3rd Street? Maybe a quick trip down to the Cape? Or perhaps he was in the mood for something a little farther away. Red's Place in Chicago? Or maybe even Calypso's in Miami? The truth was, he didn't know what he wanted, but he figured that he'd decide once he was in the air.

With the press of a button, the nanites which formed his suit deployed from the bracelet that Alexa had given him and began to cover his body. His skin tingled as the nanites moved first up his arm, then over his torso. In an instant, his easily recognizable costume had replaced his normal clothes and he had been transformed into his famous alter ego, Icon.

I'm not sure that I'll ever get used to that. Icon thought to himself as he rose up into the Lost Haven sky. As he ascended upward, the city skyline dropped below him, and with a half turn, Icon accelerated away from the city that he called home, westward, toward Chicago. The ground below him was a massive blur of greens and browns which would change to grays and blacks as he rocketed past cities. Though the trip from Lost Haven to Chicago would have taken hours, or even days if taken by traditional means, it only took him a matter of moments to reach his destination.

Once he arrived in Chicago, he touched down in an alley behind Red's Place, a local diner that was known throughout the city as one of the best places for breakfast in the entire Mid-West. With a single press of the button on his bracelet, the nanites which constituted his costume instantly retracted into the device, leaving him in his civilian clothes as he made his way to the front of the eatery.

After eating breakfast, which consisted of a large meat lover's omelet, a stack of pancakes, and a generous side of Chicago's famous breakfast sausage, Scott was ready to hit the skies again. He had a lot to do today before the club opened, and one thing in particular stood out more than the rest. In fact, he hadn't been able to think of anything else for the last several days. So once he had paid for his breakfast, he went back into the alley behind Red's and with the press of a button, again changed into his uniform and took to the skies.

As he flew home toward Lost Haven, his mind drifted to the task at hand, and what he had to do. Though the thought of what he needed to do terrified, he found within himself a steel resolve, and he knew that nothing was going to get in his way, not even the fear that he felt deep down inside. Nevertheless, he was going to take the first step, he just had one more stop before returning to Lost Haven.

It had been awhile since Scott had returned to his hometown, however, today was a special occasion. He landed on Gallows Hill, near the famous water tower the word “Salem” painted above the image of a witch on her broom. Once he had retracted his costume into the bracelet, he began the short hike down the hill and out of the woods, passing a small playground and basketball court on his way back into the downtown area. Although he had been back to Salem infrequently since his father passed away, something about the city just seemed to stay familiar, it was almost as if nothing ever changed. As he walked down Highland Avenue towards downtown, images from his past played in his mind. He could see himself walking this very street with his older brother Brandon, as well as Jenny when they were children. Jenny was always running ahead of them, anxious to get into town and get candy at the comic shop on Essex Street.

Scott smiled at the memory, and kept walking. He walked passed the Ropes Mansion and the Witch House, and crossed the street. As he did so, he looked at the Army Barracks shop at the corner and chuckled to himself when he thought about how around Halloween they would always put a display outside of a man in a spooky mask sitting in a chair surrounded by hay, and sometimes they'd replace the mannequin with an actual person who would occasionally jump up and scare tourists and locals alike as they walked by.

Though these were fond memories, today was not about the past. On the contrary, today was about the future. He made his way down the street, where he crossed at another intersection and found himself in a pedestrian mall. About a half of a block down, across from a new tattoo shop was his destination, Witch City Jewelers. Though there were other places that he could have gone, this was the same store that his father had bought his mother's engagement ring, and just about every other piece of jewelry for as long as Scott could remember. There was something fitting about coming here today. He stood in the doorway for a moment, and for a brief moment, he hesitated. A cold sensation of panic washed over him, and he considered turning around and going home, though, only for a split second. With a deep breath, he pushed open the door and went inside.

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

The light shone in the darkened garage, illuminating the large space enough so that work could be done. The man in the garage, the man formerly known as Dr. Jason Miles; had been working for weeks, getting everything ready for the moment that he would finally make his grand debut to the world. The former Dr. Miles stood under the hood of the school bus that he had acquired during the recent crisis with the Hounds of Humanity, making last minute modifications to the vehicle's engine and other systems.

Dr. Miles had once been a leading doctor in the field of sleep medicine. He had made several major breakthroughs in the study of sleep disorders, and had been on the verge of one such breakthrough which would have changed the lives of millions of people, he had found a cure for insomnia, a malady that he himself had suffered from. He had developed a serum that he believed would finally cure insomnia itself and was about to begin human trials on the formula. Unfortunately, the research firm that he worked for, The Nox Foundation suddenly pulled the funding for his project and confiscated all of his research, which forced him to use the only dose of the serum that they had been able to manufacture on himself. Sadly, the serum did not have the desired effect. Instead of a cure for insomnia, the serum intensified the symptoms, rendering Dr. Miles unable to sleep at all.

Days went by and Dr. Miles had been able to get a moment's rest. No matter what he did, he could not get an ounce of sleep. He was exhausted, both mentally and physically, with no way to find relief. Days turned to weeks, and as each day passed Dr. Miles began to lose his grip on his mental faculties. He became short tempered and irrational. He soon found himself easily overstimulated, and being out in the world was too much for him, so he stopped leaving his home.

As the weeks went on, Dr. Miles began a physical, as well as mental metamorphosis. As his mind began to fracture, he became almost physically unrecognizable. His eyes became sunken with dark circles around them. He became sickly looking, his skin turned an ashen gray before turning a jaundiced shade of yellow.

Eventually, driven mad by the inability to sleep, Dr. Miles decided that the Nox Foundation was responsible for her current state, and they needed to pay for what they did to him. So he went to the Foundation's main office and forced his way into a closed door board meeting and began ranting and raving at them for shutting down his research, screaming at them for making him what he had become. When he finished berating the Nox Foundation board members, he produced a Glock 37.

Then he opened fire.

The board member scattered from the large round table that they had been sitting at when the deranged former employee had entered the room, however Miles continued to fire until not a single board member was left standing. Only when the slaughter was done, did he leave the boardroom, where he was met by security, who had been trying to gain accesses to the room unsuccessfully, but a contingent of the Crown Ridge Police force, who took him into custody without incident.

He was then taken to one of the best mental facilities in the Northeastern United States, Acadia State Hospital. The doctors there did what they could to treat Dr. Miles, unfortunately, it soon became apparent that he might may just be beyond help. So they locked him away in the darkest corners of the facility, and while they continued to try to help the man, they had little faith that anything they could do would have any effect on his current mental state. However, despite the best efforts of the staff at Acadia State Hospital, they were unable to keep the man who now referred to himself as Insomnia locked away. In a stunning display of brutality and cunning, he murdered several staff members as he escaped the facility.

As demented as he had become, the man now known as Insomnia was still just as brilliant as he had been prior to his transformation. Soon after he had escaped, the Hounds of Humanity had revealed themselves as a true force to be reckoned with, having destroyed multiple American cities with an orbital weapon. With their fevered pursuit of anyone even suspected of being a meta human, Insomnia went underground, waiting until the terrorist organization's downfall to reemerge.

“Don't worry, you'll be just fine.” Insomniac said as he continued tinkering under the school bus hood. “You're going to help me remind these people just who I am.” He said as he slammed the hood down and met the gaze of “Paul,” or at least that's what the man's name tag had said. Insomnia didn't know Paul, the gas station attendant had just been unlucky enough to be in the wrong place at the wrong time, and now found himself gagged and bound in the driver's seat of the school bus that Insomnia had been putting the finishing touches on. However, Paul wasn't alone. Within the garage, there were five other buses, with five other people bound and gagged in the driver's seat.

“They said I'm insane, but the truth is, everyone else is asleep at the wheel. I'm the only one who is awake. I'm the only one who knows what's really going on.” Insomnia said as he checked the C-4 explosives that were backed into the passenger compartment of each bus. He then pulled what looked like some sort of remote control from his pocket and presses a button. With that simple press of a button, each of the six school buses roared to life and began to roll out of the garage into the city of Crown Ridge. “But soon enough, everyone will see the truth.”

***

Officer Jim Dawes had just finished a long shift and was getting ready to call it a night. Once he put the finishing touches on the report that he was working on, he would finally be able to go home and see his family. To Officer Dawes, it couldn't come soon enough. He had been on a long, sixteen hour shift dealing with all kinds of low-life's and gang bangers, and he had had just about enough for the day. In fact, he had wanted nothing more than to get a job somewhere else, Crown Ridge had always been a dangerous city, but between the organized crime syndicates and the costumed freaks, as he referred to them, the city had gotten even worse than it ever had been. Officer Dawes had finally finished his paper work and filed it for the night and made his way toward the department exit.

“G'night Jimmy.” Leslie Jenkins said from behind the reception desk.

“ Night Leslie.” Dawes replied as he stepped toward the door. However, he did not open it.

As Jim looked out the door, he was blinded by headlights coming straight toward him. He stood frozen in shock as he looked upon the school bus that raced toward the entrance of the 16th Precinct. Though his brain was screaming for him to move, to get everyone away from the front of the building, he feet refused to move. Finally, he was able to snap out of his stupor. He turned back toward the reception desk and started to run toward the back of the room.

“Everybody move!” he yelled. However, it was too late. The bus crashed through the front door of the precinct and ran into the reception desk before anyone had time to get out of the way. Upon impact, the explosives in the back of the bus detonated, sending a fireball ripping through the 16th Precinct.

***

Kyle lay on his side, holding Sam tightly against him. It had been a hard couple of months for them. Sam was still having a hard time dealing with losses suffered during the Hounds of Humanity attack at LHU. Thought she had been on her way to the school when the attack broke out, one of her favorite professors had been killed in the attack, as well as several acquaintances. Fortunately, the attack had occurred during the school's summer session, which meant that only a fraction of the student population was on campus that day.

Then there was the Sammy incident. Kyle had been shocked to find that she had come to Crown Ridge from Upstate New York under the impression that Kyle and she were engaged, snuck into the house and into the bed that Kyle and Sam shared, ambushing him while wearing nothing but a tee shirt. Kyle had immediately contacted Sam to fill her in on what happened, and even though they both were able to laugh about the situation, Kyle could tell that it had bothered Sam. However, that was all in the past.

Kyle squeezed Sam, pulling her closer against him as he leaned in and kissed the back of her neck. She turned and craned her neck slightly, meeting his gaze and smiled. He leaned in to kiss her, and just as their lips met, the entire house shook. They lay in bed for a moment longer, shocked by the sudden commotion, before a second explosion rang out. Kyle jumped up and ran to the window, even as more explosions could be heard in the city. He was horrified by what he saw, multiple burning buildings in close proximity to one another. Though he didn't know exactly what was going on, he knew what it looked like, a coordinated attack.

He ran over to the closet and opened the door, then put his hand on a black panel on the side wall of the closet. A green light on the panel flashed, and the back of the closet opened, revealing another small closet. It was a security measure that Ash had installed soon after Harry had brought her in to replace him, and although he thought that it may have been overkill, he was gratful for the added security. When Kyle emerged from the closet, he was dressed in his Lyger garb. He looked to Sam as he put the mask on.

“You need to go.” Sam told him.

“Yeah, I'll be back as soon as I can.”

“I know. Just be careful.” She told him as he threw himself out the bedroom window, rushing headlong into danger.

“I love you.” She whispered as he vanished from view.

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

hoping to have something posted within the next day or so

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

Okay I finally made time to make a post thank goodness!

@Liseran Thistle

Well...it's about time!

Just kidding lol ;)

I'm actually about to sit down and get to work myself

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

The sun hung high in the sky bathing the city of Lost Haven in it's warming rays. Despite the dark clouds that had threatened the city with rain earlier in the morning, it had turned out to be a perfect day. Scott Hunter walked along the sidewalk with his head down, watching his shadow as he made his way toward the waterfront for a lunch date with Alexa. The last few days had been hectic for the couple. Between board meetings at Winstone International, and last minute preparations for the Hub's grand reopening, it had seemed that there just wasn't enough hours in the day. In fact, the young couple had barely seen one another, aside from fleeting moments in the early morning and late at night. They had decided that today, they would make time for lunch at a new diner on the waterfront called “Captn's,” which boasted a broad selection, but was becoming well known for its seafood.

As Scott walked through the glass front doors of the restaurant, his phone vibrated in his pocket. He took his phone from his pocket only to see that he has a new text message from Alexa.

“I'm upstairs.” It said, indicating that she was waiting for him on the rooftop deck. So Scott made his way up to join her.

He found her sitting at a table at the edge of the deck, giving them an unobstructed view of the harbor. When he approached her, he placed a hand just below her shoulder and leaned in and kissed her on the top of the head before taking a seat in the chair beside her.

“What looks good?” He asked as he opened the menu.

“Everything. She told him, before adding. “I ordered the fried calamari.”

“Great...” He said, his tone indicative of his dislike of the appetizer.

“Relax, I ordered you the nachos.” She said with a grin.

Once their appetizers arrived and their orders were placed for their meals, Scott and Alexa did something that they hadn't been able to do since they were in Paris, talk. They got each other caught up on what they had been up to in the days since they returned from their vacation. Scott told her about the difficulties that he and Eric had run into while getting the club back up and running, and Alexa regaled him with stories from the boardroom. Major deals that were in the works and the acquisition of several smaller tech firms that would give Winstone International the leg up on the competition, primarily Avalon and Midas Industries.

“Speaking of which...”Alexa said as she reached into her purse and produced a small box which she handed to him. “Open it.” She said eagerly.

“Alexa, what is this?” Scott asked, perplexed by the sudden gift.

“Just open it!” She exclaimed, her anticipation was palpable.

Scott pulled the lid off of the box and looked at what was inside. It looked like some sort of bracelet, about the size of a Fit Bit which was matte black with a pair of silver buttons which were outlined in cobalt blue, which lay flush with the device. It was sleek and somewhat futuristic looking, but at the same time it looked like something that could be purchased in any electronics store.

“What's this?” Scott asked, appreciative, but slightly confused by the gift.

“This,” Alexa said with a grin. “is just a little something that the R and D department and Winstone has been cooking up. It doesn't have a fancy name, but it's a nanotech deployment apparatus.”

“A nanotech...” Scott said, slightly confused.

“When you press THAT button,” she said, pointing at the device's top button. “the nanites will deploy from the device and cover you in something of a protective shell. I pre-programed it to the specs of your uniform, but it's completely customizable.”

“That's...that's amazing.” Scott said, completely taken aback by the gift.

“You like it?” She asked.

“I love it.” Scott confirmed as he leaned in to kiss her. However, the sounds of police sirens in the distance interrupted the moment.

“Well, no time like the present to give it a whirl.” Alexa said.

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

Hello folks, a little new here to this whole website, but not to roleplaying. The title of this roleplay in particular really did catch my eye, due to my love for superheroes. So, just wondering if I can simply make an OC and jump right in or is there something else I must do in order to join?

@HotDogLad

Hi and welcome.

As others have said, it could be helpful to read up a bit on what's been going on. We recently finished a pretty big worldwide arc. If you have any questions we're always happy to answer them. You may also want to check out our discord chat linked on the first page.

Glad we piqued your interest and looking forward to seeing your CS