rocketrobie2

Legion of Superheroes

Wanted to get a CS written up before I threw my hat in the ring here.

Part-Time Speedster, Full-Time Fanboy

Name - Pano-Zu

Alias - Momentum

Age - 22

Home World - Xudar

Powers - Pano's no 12th level intellect but just like his species he's more than smart enough to give most scientists a run for their money. Most of his brain power however goes towards facts related to 21st century heroics, having an encyclopedic knowledge on the facts and heresy surrounding the heroes and villains of old. Where Pano's knowledge on Wonder Woman's skin car routine fall short, he makes up for in his main pride and joy; his connection with the speed force. Just like the Flashes of legends, Pano is capable of moving and thinking well above the upper limit of most living (and non-living!) individuals.

Weaknesses - Aside from being able to shrug off (most) of the effects of air's friction when traveling at superhuman speed, Pano is still as mortal as any man and capable of being stabbed, shot, blown-up, vaporized or anything else that could feasibly injure a human or fellow Xudarian. His powers are also limited by his scientific mind as his innate understanding of the forces of the universe make him skeptical of legendary speedster's feats. While most flashes could approach the speed of light, Pano's mental block limits him to (a still very impressive) rough speed of sound.

Personality - Enthusiastic, Skeptical, Unsure, Careful, Analytical

Appearance - A lanky Xudarian, sporting the beak and frill common to his people. His lively, orange skin is speckled with minor scars from past experiments. His costume emulates the hero Impulse's costume, sporting a pair of tinted goggles and a form fitting uniform with a stylized lightning bolt pattern going from neck down to his belt. His main difference in costume is the colors; Impulse's costume was believed to sport white, yellow and red while Momentum's was made up of Black, Blue and Silver.

Brief Bio - Superheroics was an obsession of Pano growing up. When most kids his age were working on dissertations and debating philosophy, Pano was on the Galactic Wide Web consuming Booster Gold movie relics and bidding on the last Carzarian's genuine chain-hook replicas. This obsession grew into his adulthood, only being bolstered with the rumours online that the superhero melting pot, Earth, was soon going to be home to a brand new hero team after a couple of contemporaries saved the United Planet's VP. Seeing this as a sign, Pano-Zu vowed to join the group.

Initially Pano attempted to emulate the Bat-Man of old; creating his own gadgets and training in martial arts. However his skill with his gadgetry and mastery over the martial arts was severely limited and resulted in him getting beat up on most of his outings. After a couple other, lower effort emulation attempts Pano went back to the drawing board and began trying to emulate famous heroes' origins. Many attempts resulted in many injuries; an hour long fit of paralysis and lethargy after taking his homemade hourman serum, many scratches and a fit of deafness as he tried to reanimate a long dormant Reach beetle and that's just to name a couple. His magnum opus came in the way of an accident. Picking up exotic chemicals for another super-serum, Pano's ship passed dangerously through a cosmic storm, getting struck by lightning and shattering the carried chemicals all over Pano. The Xundarian regretted his choice to become a hero in that moment as the burns, both thermal and chemical, wracked his nervous system. However, he soon found the pain subsiding quickly and his movements and mind speeding up. After a little experimentation, Pano-Zu realized he'd finally struck gold and forged a connection with the mythic Speed-Force. Without so much as a final goodbye to his home planet, Pano changed course and headed for Earth to apply for the Legion of Heroes.

Background Legionnaire - Matter Eating Lad

Justice League Unlimited - United We Stand

Gonna throw my hat into the ring too now. No less busy but who knows when things'll lighten up enough and its been a while since I've done JLU.

Ultimate One Universe: Emergence

@Master Bruce Super sorry I havent said anything about not posting yet! Had a minor medical thing at the begining of the month and a heap of homework to catch up with. Getting something going now but no sweat if I am cut now.

Justice League Unlimited - United We Stand

Anybody watching this? @rocketrobie2 @Simple Unicycle @WXer you guys doing anything rn?

@Omega Man

Sorry for the real late reply man, I don't think I can handle another RP right now. I'm barely keeping up with the one I'm in now plus I'm going into my last(ish) year of school. I might be able to once/if I hit my stride with classes but no promises

Ultimate One Universe: Emergence

Finally posted. Sorry for the wait! Schools just starting up but I hope I'll be able to get the next one out sooner!

Ultimate One Universe: Emergence

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U S A G E N T

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As John stared into the eyes of the murderous animal, all he could think about was the circus he now found himself in. He wasn't sure what to expect when his first 'mission' right out of the coffin was looking for some hairy beast in the forest. He was amazed by his renewed leg and with that miracle coupled with the not-so-subtle hints from his coworkers, John had been duped into believing he was actually going to have a confrontation with Bigfoot.
FOOL
John was feeling pretty stupid to say the least. All this Bigfoot turned out to be was a circus bear with a penchant for walking upright and being too comfortable around people. That being said, the giant looked anything but gentle at the moment as it thrashed at its container and tried to get its claws on John again.
FOOLHARDY
Again. How had he survived the bear attack let alone wrestle it into that cage? John smiled as he turned away from the cage and ran his hand along the large gash in his suit. Whatever those eggheads at ARGUS did to him made him a new man. He had a new lease on life and, as foolish as he felt, he felt better than ever physically.
BACK TO YOUR TASK, HERO
"Back to base then? Seems like Whinnie's ready to go back home." John asked an ARGUS agent, furiously tapping away at an old tablet and reacting with an eye roll to John's joke.

"No dice Bat Lash. The brass uptop want you to go with the other agents to bring the bear back. It's good to have the poster-boy seen saving the cat from the tree so to speak."

"Are you messing with me? All the quips and bringing the bear back to the circus? No way they want me on-"
SILENCE
The agent just gave John a stern stare, never ceasing his typing. Match his gaze with a glare, John sustained it for a couple moments before breaking off and heading back towards the bear cage that was now being hoisted onto the back of a truck. The bear, now succumbing to the sedatives it had been shot full of, was sluggishly still pawing at the lock on its cage but to no avail. On his way by, John smacked the bear's hand back inside its cage in frustration and hopped up into the passenger seat of the truck.
SMARTEN UP. SHOW THEM YOU CAN FOLLOW ORDERS

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An hour or so later and no closer to civilization, the top of the main circus tent came into view. John's sour attitude had mellowed out and he'd settled into the motions; drop off the bear, look good for onlookers and maybe make it back to base in time for movie night.

The circus itself wasn't much to gawk at once you got closer. From afar it was all spotlights and stripes, a real throw-back to the 1930-something circuses people think of when you say the word 'circus'. People (mostly adults at this hour) went about their business as the government vehicle drove down the well worn path clearly intended for foot-traffic.

"The animal handler's supposed to meet us behind the big tent." the driving agent chirped in John's direction. "We'll just help move the bear over to it's enclosure and make tracks. Shouldn't take more than a couple minutes."
MORE OR LESS. LIKELY MORE. THERE IS THE STENCH OF SORCERY HERE.
John just nodded along, giving a smile out the window at the naturally curious crowd. Something about this place felt off to John though; maybe it was still all the supernatural bigfoot-hype making its way through his system but that didn't change the fluttering feeling he was getting deep in his gut.

Finally pulling around to the back of the large big-top tent, John was out of the truck and out the door before it had fully come to a stop. With a confident stride, John met with the man who he presumed to be the animal handler and who had emerged from a dilapidated RV.
SHOW-TIME.
"You found Balo! Thank goodness he's safe! When I let the officers know he escaped I was sure I was just going to be getting his remains but here he is!" Bonnie exclaimed.

Despite his thanks, Bonnie's focus was more on the bear, giving John a polite out to look over the odd man. Standing at just around 6 feet, Bonnie was ripped as shown by his open coat (sporting a nametag written in cursive) and lack of shirt underneath. A fine but thick slathering of short, un-impressive hair layed on his tan, leathery head which also sported his mouth that drooped into an odd, toothless but open smile and he basked in the presence of the bear. After getting his quick fill of gawking, John snapped himself back to the task at hand; branding.
VERY PERCEPTIVE.
"Of course not. If there's any shot to help one of God's creatures get back home safe and sound, USAgent'll take it."
VERY PUERILE.
Bonnie finally turned his attention to John asking: "Who's-"

"That's me. I'm USAgent. Here to help"

Ultimate One Universe: Emergence

Just putting it out there that I’m about 3/4 the way done with my first post! Had a hard weekend of work and summer classes wrapping up but I’m still kicking!

Ultimate One Universe: Emergence

C H A R A C T E R C O N C E P T P R O P O S A L

U S A G E N T

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O R I G I N S:

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It’s hard to sum up the kind of man John Walker is. Born after a war-hero older brother, taken too soon from the world, John grew up in the shadow of Mike’s legacy (a position he gladly took, looking up to his brother a lot). As soon as he was old enough Joh enrolled in the army, hoping to live up to the Mike’s legend. As a result of this fixation on his older brother (one that his parents made no effort to curb), John never really grew into his own man. This was made especially evident after he was honourably discharged after an accident left him with one paralyzed leg, a stump where the other should have been and, a new void where his lofty goals once laid.
EMPTY VESSEL
Coming back home was a fate worse than death for John; his parents wouldn’t say it but the feeling of shame that their son had done so little in comparison to his brother was palpable. John spent his days in physio, going to church and listening to podcasts to drown out his internal dread. One of these church trips turned flipped John’s downward spiral as his parents got to chatting with another regular of the congregation. There had been an exponential uptick in strange events over the past couple months and, reading the writing on the wall, the woman had managed to get funding for a new government agency to investigate and tackle these possible issues outside the scope of conventional law enforcement. Handing John’s parents his card, Ms.Bordeaux expressed her interest in meeting with their son after hearing his story.
DEAL MADE
Skeptical at first, John wasn’t sure what he had to offer anymore but he wasn’t one to turn down a call from his country. Being flown out to Oregon, John was met with a dark and forboding building in the middle of the forest, Ms.Bordeaux for the first time and an offer; serve his country by become the point man for the fledgling group, becoming a symbol of law and order to those who thought themselves above the law due to their genetic quirk, perceived intellectual superiority or supernatural abilities. In return John would not only regain the use of his bad leg but be able to walk, run and endure more than he could have ever believed. John had stopped listening after the offer to serve his country. Still in it’s fledgling stages, John works as the USAgent; figurehead, heavy-hitter and mascot for the Abnormal Research Group of the United States.
PUPPET MADE WHOLE

S A M P L E P O S T:

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Recent events seemed to blur together for John Walker. He wasn’t sure whether it was because of his new position and promise of being able to walk again or if it was all the meds he’d been doped up with. The long hallway he was being wheeled down might have been scary or forbidding had it not been for the seemingly frantic and erratic actions of the construction crew. Apparently this whole facility hadn’t been here a week ago with an equal amount of pieces being built on site, getting brought in or, only acting as temporary housing for the crew being brought on to Ms.Bordeaux’s motley group. Despite the cacophony of noise John couldn’t tune into any one conversation only snippets like…

“…pod ready?”

“…real, contemporary Captain…”

“…any backups?”

In what felt like a blink of an eye, John was being helped out of his chair and into what looked like a copper coffin with a porthole. If he had to describe it more thoroughly, he’d say it looked like an old-timey diving bell but even if he did decide to share his thought with the class, John knew it would come out slurred and unintelligible. No, he’d keep his mouth shut and save some of his remaining dignity as nurses and doctors strapped him into the device that would supposedly help him walk again.

“Listen John” one of the doctors said, snapping their fingers in front of his face to draw his scattered attention “we’re putting you under. You might find yourself lucid dreaming. If you do, stay calm; too much panicking while you’re under might make you hurt yourself. Just count sheep till you wake up.”

John gave (what he thought was) a nod towards the doctor as everyone finally stepped away from him, closing the coffin’s lid on him. The porthole let ample light in but that did little to alleviate the growing fear. On the battlefield you at least had autonomy, control over yourself when faced with a threat but here drugged up, missing a leg and locked away; John felt terrified. This wasn’t helped any as his vision began to fade as gas was pumped in. He kept his composure, only just barely, until sleep finally took him…
WELCOME
…And then he was awake, or more precisely, conscious. He found himself in a void; not an overwhelming, all consuming blackness but just a lacking of anything worthy of note aside from John and the ground beneath him. The doctor’s word rang vividly through his mind and therefore around him in this place between consciousness. John sat himself down and began counting fluffy white sheep which seemed to now already be there, hopping an impossibly long fence. Sheep after sheep went by and pretty soon John found himself in the triple digits, beginning to get concerned.
TOO MUCH CLUTTER
”Should I be out this long? How long have I actually been out? Always feels like’a lifetime after you wake up but this still seems like too much.” John thought to himself, his thoughts being projected onto the landscape before him once more as growing unease crept in. Feeling himself slipping, he got back to his task at hand and began counting white fluffy shee-
ALL BETTER. HELLO
The sheep were gone save for one, black ram locking eyes with John as he gnawed away at a patch of grass, sprouted from just under the fence. John hadn’t tried imagining this one. It had just been there when it shouldn’t have. What made him switch pallets? How was he supposed to count just the one ram? And why couldn’t he stop thinking about it? None of these thoughts rang out around John, like he’d been cut off from whatever stream of consciousness that let him interact here. Instead he was now at the mercy of his own subconscious and this one sheep.
SEE YOU AGAIN SOON
”Baaaaa……aaand we’re done!”

John blinked the sleep away as the muffled voice of the doctor brought him back to the waking world. Immediately John felt off. He felt pumped, like he’d just finished a work out sans any tiredness and his legs felt like they were aslee-

Legs?

Even in the dim confines of the tube, John could just make out the shape of two legs underneath him, a view he would get a much better look at a moment later as the coffin popped open and light illuminated his wiggling toes and very pink, very much intact right leg. Stunned into silence, John couldn’t peel his eyes off his newly restored form until a familiar snapping brought his gaze back up to the doctor.

“I know you’re amazed and all, it’s a miracle after all, but boss lady wants you suited up and outta here. We’ve got some questionably credible intel about a…” the doctor pulled up a message on her phone “…quote, tall furry figure harassing hikers near the Canada-USA border end-quote.”

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Ultimate One Universe: Emergence

USAgent by @rocketrobie2
Teen Titans by @Pacifista


Oh, and... the IC is open now.

@Master Bruce

H-h-hell yeah

Ultimate One Universe: Emergence

Sorry to double post but here's my backup if the above isn't accepted

Think Hellboy meets X-files

C H A R A C T E R C O N C E P T P R O P O S A L

U S A G E N T

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^{”Witty Quote"}

^{_{J O H N W A L K E R ♦ G O V E R N M E N T A G E N T ♦ A M E R I C A}}

O R I G I N S:

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It’s hard to sum up the kind of man John Walker is. Born after a war-hero older brother, taken too soon from the world, John grew up in the shadow of Mike’s legacy (a position he gladly took, looking up to his brother a lot). As soon as he was old enough Joh enrolled in the army, hoping to live up to the Mike’s legend. As a result of this fixation on his older brother (one that his parents made no effort to curb), John never really grew into his own man. This was made especially evident after he was honourably discharged after an accident left him with one paralyzed leg, a stump where the other should have been and, a new void where his lofty goals once laid.
EMPTY VESSEL
Coming back home was a fate worse than death for John; his parents wouldn’t say it but the feeling of shame that their son had done so little in comparison to his brother was palpable. John spent his days in physio, going to church and listening to podcasts to drown out his internal dread. One of these church trips turned flipped John’s downward spiral as his parents got to chatting with another regular of the congregation. There had been an exponential uptick in strange events over the past couple months and, reading the writing on the wall, the woman had managed to get funding for a new government agency to investigate and tackle these possible issues outside the scope of conventional law enforcement. Handing John’s parents his card, Ms.Bordeaux expressed her interest in meeting with their son after hearing his story.
DEAL MADE
Skeptical at first, John wasn’t sure what he had to offer anymore but he wasn’t one to turn down a call from his country. Being flown out to Oregon, John was met with a dark and forboding building in the middle of the forest, Ms.Bordeaux for the first time and an offer; serve his country by become the point man for the fledgling group, becoming a symbol of law and order to those who thought themselves above the law due to their genetic quirk, perceived intellectual superiority or supernatural abilities. In return John would not only regain the use of his bad leg but be able to walk, run and endure more than he could have ever believed. John had stopped listening after the offer to serve his country. Still in it’s fledgling stages, John works as the USAgent; figurehead, heavy-hitter and mascot for the Abnormal Research Group of the United States.
PUPPET MADE WHOLE

S A M P L E P O S T:

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Recent events seemed to blur together for John Walker. He wasn’t sure whether it was because of his new position and promise of being able to walk again or if it was all the meds he’d been doped up with. The long hallway he was being wheeled down might have been scary or forbidding had it not been for the seemingly frantic and erratic actions of the construction crew. Apparently this whole facility hadn’t been here a week ago with an equal amount of pieces being built on site, getting brought in or, only acting as temporary housing for the crew being brought on to Ms.Bordeaux’s motley group. Despite the cacophony of noise John couldn’t tune into any one conversation only snippets like…

“…pod ready?”

“…real, contemporary Captain…”

“…any backups?”

In what felt like a blink of an eye, John was being helped out of his chair and into what looked like a copper coffin with a porthole. If he had to describe it more thoroughly, he’d say it looked like an old-timey diving bell but even if he did decide to share his thought with the class, John knew it would come out slurred and unintelligible. No, he’d keep his mouth shut and save some of his remaining dignity as nurses and doctors strapped him into the device that would supposedly help him walk again.

“Listen John” one of the doctors said, snapping their fingers in front of his face to draw his scattered attention “we’re putting you under. You might find yourself lucid dreaming. If you do, stay calm; too much panicking while you’re under might make you hurt yourself. Just count sheep till you wake up.”

John gave (what he thought was) a nod towards the doctor as everyone finally stepped away from him, closing the coffin’s lid on him. The porthole let ample light in but that did little to alleviate the growing fear. On the battlefield you at least had autonomy, control over yourself when faced with a threat but here drugged up, missing a leg and locked away; John felt terrified. This wasn’t helped any as his vision began to fade as gas was pumped in. He kept his composure, only just barely, until sleep finally took him…
WELCOME
…And then he was awake, or more precisely, conscious. He found himself in a void; not an overwhelming, all consuming blackness but just a lacking of anything worthy of note aside from John and the ground beneath him. The doctor’s word rang vividly through his mind and therefore around him in this place between consciousness. John sat himself down and began counting fluffy white sheep which seemed to now already be there, hopping an impossibly long fence. Sheep after sheep went by and pretty soon John found himself in the triple digits, beginning to get concerned.
TOO MUCH CLUTTER
”Should I be out this long? How long have I actually been out? Always feels like’a lifetime after you wake up but this still seems like too much.” John thought to himself, his thoughts being projected onto the landscape before him once more as growing unease crept in. Feeling himself slipping, he got back to his task at hand and began counting white fluffy shee-
ALL BETTER. HELLO
The sheep were gone save for one, black ram locking eyes with John as he gnawed away at a patch of grass, sprouted from just under the fence. John hadn’t tried imagining this one. It had just been there when it shouldn’t have. What made him switch pallets? How was he supposed to count just the one ram? And why couldn’t he stop thinking about it? None of these thoughts rang out around John, like he’d been cut off from whatever stream of consciousness that let him interact here. Instead he was now at the mercy of his own subconscious and this one sheep.
SEE YOU AGAIN SOON
”Baaaaa……aaand we’re done!”

John blinked the sleep away as the muffled voice of the doctor brought him back to the waking world. Immediately John felt off. He felt pumped, like he’d just finished a work out sans any tiredness and his legs felt like they were aslee-

Legs?

Even in the dim confines of the tube, John could just make out the shape of two legs underneath him, a view he would get a much better look at a moment later as the coffin popped open and light illuminated his wiggling toes and very pink, very much intact right leg. Stunned into silence, John couldn’t peel his eyes off his newly restored form until a familiar snapping brought his gaze back up to the doctor.

“I know you’re amazed and all, it’s a miracle after all, but boss lady wants you suited up and outta here. We’ve got some questionably credible intel about a…” the doctor pulled up a message on her phone “…quote, tall furry figure harassing hikers near the Canada-USA border end-quote.”

P O S T C A T A L O G:

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A list linking to your IC posts as they're created. This can be used for a reference guide to your character or to summarize completed interactions and stories.