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Create-A-Hero: A Superhero RPG (Closed)

Dedonus said
I hope you feel better!

thanks. I'm going to try and get one in tomorrow. I work late tonight and then I work a double on Tuesday.

Create-A-Hero: A Superhero RPG (Closed)

nevermind, I'm postponing my post. Not really feeling it tonight...

Create-A-Hero: A Superhero RPG (Closed)

gonna work on something this afternoon/evening. Should have something in tonight

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Icon post is up, will be continuing this probably on Saturday. Got a nice long 12 hour shift tomorrow, so I probably won't be doing much then.

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Icon stood and stared at the lanky scientist in utter disbelief. The doctor’s provocative statement had the opposite effect on the hero than had been intended. Icon almost immediately came to distrust the scientist, and hold a bit of contempt for the man. Icon already had a father, a man who he may not have always agreed with, but a man who had raised him. Icon felt it somewhat disrespectful to his father’s memory for someone else to so cavalierly use the title.

“I have a father.” Icon said somewhat curtly, perhaps more so than he had intended.

“Of course. Mr. Hunter raised you, and by the looks of things, he did a stand up job.” Dr. Franklin said. “I however, had a much more…intimate role in your becoming who you are.”

Before Icon could respond, another door opened behind him and yet another man emerged into the chamber, this man was slightly taller than Dr. Franklin. He was a rat faced man with close cropped graying hair and an air of arrogance about him, which was more than likely developed in part due to the heavily armed guards who trailed behind him.

The man looked first to Dr. Franklin and then to Icon. He flashed a toothy grin that seemed far from genuine as he spread his arms out and greeted the hero.

“Icon, welcome to the Valor Institute.” The man said.

“And you are?” Icon asked.

“I’m Benjamin White, the administrator of this fine facility. Now, I’m sure you have questions for us, and I’ll be more than happy to answer them for you. But why don’t we go to my office, we have a lot to discuss.”

Icon looked to Dr. Franklin, who smiled and nodded his approval.

“Alright, Mr. White, why don’t you lead the way?” Icon said. Benjamin White turned and motioned for Icon to follow as he led Icon and the others down the long and narrow hallway that lay behind the doorway.

***

Icon sat in Mr. White’s office, his head bowed, staring at the floor as he processed the information that he had been given over the last forty five minutes. Mr. White had told him about the early experiments mixing human and alien DNA. He learned of the numerous monstrosities that had been created and summarily destroyed. Mr. White explained how a rogue scientist had stolen him as an infant and vanished, never to be seen or heard from again, and how it wasn’t until they had seen the incident with the space station that they had suspected that they had finally found him. He also explained how it took some time, cross referencing new arrivals to Lost Haven as well as known associates of Dr. Hill, the woman who had taken Icon as a child, before they were able to find anyone that could possibly be the one that they were looking for.

He remained seated in silence as the information began to sink in. When he had agreed to come to this facility to find answers, he knew that there was a possibility that he would learn things that he wouldn’t want to know. Things that he wouldn’t want to believe. However, he was not prepared for what he learned in this office.

“So that’s it?” Icon said finally. “I’m just some science experiment?”
“No, my boy. You’re much more than that.” Mr. White said enthusiastically. “Son, you are the pinnacle of evolution, the perfect being. You are capable of so much mo…” He was cut off by Dr. Franklin.

“Icon, it doesn’t matter where you were born. All that matters is what you choose to do with your life, and as someone who had direct involvement with the process that produced you, I couldn’t be prouder.” Dr. Franklin said.

“Of course, we would like you to stay with us for a few days so that we can run some tests and just ensure that everything is in order.”

“You want to study me?” Icon asked incredulously.

“In a manner of speaking. There are so many things that we don’t understand. We would like to run some tests to see exactly how you've developed, and the true extent of your abilities. But most importantly, we had some…difficulties with other subjects of the experiment that created you, and we just want to be sure that everything is in order.” Mr. White explained.

“With all due respect, I didn’t come here for tests. I have a lot of responsibilities in Lost Haven, a lot of people that count on me. I really should be getting back.” Icon said.

Benjamin White exhaled slowly and slumped slightly at Icon’s refusal. Then he straightened his posture and an understanding smile slowly crossed his face.

“Of course, I understand. Perhaps another time.” He said.

“Perhaps.” Icon agreed in a noncommittal tone.

Well, you’ve come this far, why don’t we show you around the facility before you go, let you see where you really came from.” White said, then continued. “Dr. Franklin will show you around.”

“I’d like that.” Icon said as he stepped out the door.

Benjamin White sat back down at his desk and watched as Icon and the scientist made their way down the hall. Once they were out of sight, he motioned for Riot to close the door.

“Sir, are you really just going to leave?” Riot asked.

“Of course not! Icon is the property of The Valor Institute. He isn’t going anywhere.” White sneered as he got up from his desk and motioned for Riot to follow him down the hall after the hero and his tour guide.

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Dedonus said
Hey NMS:: Could you add to the Hero list? Also, I added my drawing to the costume section. I hope the mask is not too Spider-Man like (I actually based the eyes on the costume Kitty Pryde wore in one of the Ultimate Spider-Man when Peter and Kitty were starting to date. I also got lucky that the cover to that comic had the correct hair style that I wanted Arachne to have ).

Done, sorry, I thought I had already done that. lol

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glad to see some activity, I honestly wasn't expecting much for another week or so due to the end of the school year, so any posts we get are a bonus. (I've been running this game for nearly 7 years, so I've got a pretty decent idea of when the lulls generally occur, and this is usually one of the big ones). I hope to get some more work done tonight, as well as tomorrow (two days off in a row!)

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Finally got a post up. I'm off tomorrow, so I'll see if I can't get some more stuff done.

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The SUV pulled to a stop outside of a small, nondescript building that had seen much better days. The building, which had a faded sign which still read “ Millie’s Dairy.” The drive had taken several hours, which had nearly driven Icon mad with boredom. He was accustomed to getting where he needed to be, anywhere in the country in mere minutes. Being cooped up in a badly dented SUV which was now making a number of annoying sounds as a result of the damage it had endured in the scuffle between himself and the man mountain known as Richter was nearly more than he could take.

Mercifully, the car came to a stop in front of the decrepit old dairy store near the banks of Frost Pond, near the Canadian Border in Quebec. When he first got out of the vehicle and looked on the sad excuse for a building, Icon almost believed that he had been the victim of some sort of prank.

“Don’t worry, it’s bigger on the inside.” Haze said teasingly as she directed him toward the entrance to the building. The quartet stood before the front door of the derelict building, as the young woman called Haze stepped up to the door, pressing against the brick façade of the aging structure. Several bricks slid out of place, revealing a high tech security interface, who’s keyboard Haze began typing on. Once she had entered the required credentials, the front door opened, revealing a single elevator behind the door. Icon looked to the woman, who returned his stare with a wink and a smile.

Icon, Haze and the others stepped into the elevator, which was a pristine white in color and looked as if it had never been used. The elevator also had no buttons to indicate floors. Instead, once the doors closed, the elevator quickly descended. The elevator moved at such a speed that it was impossible to tell just how far down they were traveling. Finally, the elevator came to a stop. The doors opened and as Haze led the group out of the elevator, Icon saw that Haze had been telling the truth after all…It was much bigger on the inside.

The interior was about as far from the decrepit old dairy plant as one could get. The cavernous facility was a sterile white, and smelled much like a hospital. Inside the massive main chamber, there were a number of doors with different number designations etched on panels which lay on a small panel beside each one. Icon felt uneasy inside the facility, however, his curiosity for answers about his origin was too great, and because of this, he was compelled to see this through.

Icon also noticed something strange about the facility. It was eerily silent. Even with his enhanced hearing, he wasn’t able to hear anything from behind any of the doors. He assumed that they had used some sort of high tech sound proofing equipment which cancelled out even his super hearing, which left him with a startling question…

What else might they be able to neutralize?

After several moments, one of the doors opened and a tall, lanky man with coke bottle glasses and wiry grey hair stepped into the main chamber and greeted the quartet. He took Icon’s hand and looked at the hero with an expression of pride and wonderment as he shook his hand.

“Welcome, welcome.” The man said excitedly. His jovial tone seemed to succeed in calming some of the tension that Icon had been feeling.

“And you are?” Icon asked as he released his grip on the handshake the doctor had initiated.

“I’m Dr. Wesley Franklin. I’m your father.” He said, before finishing, “So to speak.”

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so far looking interesting