Roman

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Roman Sionis; Black Mask

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Name:

Roman Sionis

Alias:

Black Mask

Role:

Villain; Potential Mentor

Brief Bio:

His father an industrialist and the head of Sionis Industries, his mother a retail expert and head of Janus Cosmetics, Roman grew up rich but neglected. His parents dragged him to the high-class parties they attended for face only, forcing him to befriend the children of the people they loathed, most notably Bruce Wayne of the Wayne Family. His parents hated their peers, however, and Roman grew to resent his parents for their superficial nature, and hate the masks they wore in public. Late in Roman's adolescence, he inherited Sionis Industries, Janus Cosmetics, and the accompanying fortunes when his parents died in a mysterious fire that broke out at their manor and razed the property to the ground. Sionis quickly sunk his funds into booze, drugs, hookers and gambling, plummeting the companies into the ground and allowing Wayne Industries to make an easy and company-saving buyout, backed by Bruce Wayne. Driven mad by the loss of his legacy, Roman turned his hatred and rage onto the man who had saved his family's companies from the brink of oblivion, and carved a mask from the ebony wood of his father's coffin, wearing it to disguise himself as he targeted Wayne Industries, sabotaging factories and murdering employees. Batman intervened, and in the ensuing battle a raging inferno broke out, and eventually seared Sionis' mask permanently to his face. He took on his moniker of Black Mask completely, and would soon become one of Gotham's most ruthless, vicious, and sadistic crime lords, commanding a gang known as the False Face Society.

Black Mask's first rise to power came about after one of Batman's broader attempts to fight organized crime in Gotham City. After the fall of the Falcone and Maroni Empires, gang wars erupted to seize the territory and assets suddenly available. Batman enlisted Orpheus, a costumed gang leader, who worked with a teen fledgling hero named Spoiler, to help him end unrest in Gotham. Black Mask found and murdered Orpheus, assuming his identity, and then using his persuasive talents to glean vital information about Batman's plans from Spoiler, before betraying and torturing her. Sionis, acting as Orpheus, followed the plans, rallying all the factions into a single united force behind him, before revealing his true identity as Black Mask, murdering Spoiler, and initiating a spree of carnage that ravaged Gotham, and allowed Black Mask to seize undisputed and complete control of its criminal underworld.

Months after, however, Black Mask found his empire being explicitly targeted by both Batman and the newly returned Red Hood. He was approached by Deathstroke offering an invitation into The Society, and he accepted. Several hitmen were sent to dispatch Batman and Red Hood, but were ultimately vanquished, preventing The Society from forming a foothold in Gotham, and plunging Black Mask's criminal operations into disrepair. Desperate to claw back his now tenuous grip on the power he used to hold, Black Mask threatened Catwoman and her loved ones, calling her out. Catwoman defeated him, and he was shipped to Arkham.

Shortly after, he escaped in a massive orchestrated hit, blowing up Arkham and drugging some of its more eminent inmates with an activated poison. He was acknowledged as the leader and escaped, preparing for his re-entrance back into Gotham by destroying the reigns of Two-Face and Penguin that had risen in his absence, and soon we was Gotham's singular Crime Lord once again. His empire came under fire from the National Guard, and with Sionis' forces weak, Batman chose to strike, defeating Black Mask again and dismantling his control, sending him to Blackgate while Arkham was rebuilt.

He remains there now, but his False Face Society has not disbanded completely. There are still loyal followers, and Black Mask always has cogs in motion to return to his rightful place as ruler of Gotham.

Abilities:

While Black Mask has no metahuman abilities, he is highly skilled in several areas which he uses to his advantage as a crime boss of Gotham:

Criminal Mastermind: He is arguably the greatest criminal strategist and organizer in all of Gotham, having taken complete control of the entire Gotham underworld on at least two occasions.

Torture Master: Perhaps his most defining skill is his mastery in both physical and psychological torture, which he often uses to extract information or to punish his enemies - or even just for sadistic fun.

Hand to Hand Combatant: His fighting skills are considerable and his technique is varied and does not stray away from 'dirty' fighting. While not on par with masters like Batman, he's still a competent opponent.

Marksman: He is an excellent marksman who is often successful in hitting his targets. He is experienced with several forms of weaponry, most notably handguns, RPG's, and assault rifles.

Personality:

Mildy psychopathic, Roman Sionis has an obssessive personality and narcissistic tendencies. He is fixated on the concept of masks, both physically and metaphorically, and he is feared in the criminal world for his infamous viciousness, ruthlessness, and brutality. Sionis is intensely sadistic, inflicting the most degraded of both physical and psychological tortures on his enemies, but he hides a cunning and strategic mind, often showing a criminal genius which is surely the source of his previous rises to great power in Gotham. He is short-tempered and often lashes out angrily on his thugs, throwing punches to relieve anger.

Appearance:

Sionis' mask is no longer so; after the fire, the ebony was seared to his skin and the face beneath scarred. Roman Sionis is Black Mask, and the skull mask is his face. He stands at 6 feet and 1 inch, weighing in at 195 pounds. His hair is burnt off beneath the mask, but his eyes still see, irises black, like true windows to who Sionis has become. He wears expensive, tailored suits, occasionally donning long designer coats, and forgoes any combat armour or helpful gear, avoiding the outlandish costumes that many of his rival villains and heroic foes take up.

Affliation:

While not currently mentoring anyone, Black Mask is a respected crime boss, and more than willing to take on a right-hand man to aid him is building his third empire. He is the leader of the gang known as the False Face Society, and has dealt with Deathstroke, Carmine Falcone, Sal Maroni, Joker, Batman, and the Red Hood in the bygone times of his previous crime empires.

Ultimate Comics: DC - Shadows Among Us

Possibly be writing a Black Mask sheet, but it might end up being for a different RP.

Titans!

Interesting. Fair few powerhouses...

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Nightrunner said
*Shrugs* I've only just a few days ago met you officially, but I've seen you around and know you got experience (I applied for the Emergence game right before the Guild fall), so go ahead and work up a sheet.

That's what I like to see. Hey yeah, didn't I reject you? I don't know, I rejected a lot of characters. Twitch, right?

Wicked. Let's see who can write a sheet quicker.

Side note, who's in Gotham? Just so I know who's standing in the way of my third reign on complete control over Gotham's criminal underworld. Heroes and Villains alike.

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Nightrunner said
I dropped Ben 10 mostly because of a lack of effectiveness that I'd been having overall on the games. Would any of you mind if I took a different character to join YA?

I personally don't have a problem with it, the more the merrier, but my viewpoint is that you're GM and can do what the fuck you want to.

Er, um, I mean, that is to say, no you can't have a spot on our prestigious team. Unless I can write a villain sheet. For funsies. And also for playing.

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Oh no! Dani, the teenage girl with an uncontrollable demon bound to her soul that grants her massive power when in the presence of evil has been kidnapped by a modern Nazi organization with a leader on the same level as, or perhaps worse than, Hitler! Surely this is the end for our golden heroine, as questionable a term that may be!

Man, this is not going to end well for anyone. In any case, waiting for a few members of my team to post before I do, since my next post will contain a time skip and I'm reluctant to do that until they've had their chances to finish up their things. Stuff, Lori.

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Dani smiled weakly as Ben arrived, silently thanking whatever divine being it was that meant he was her company rather than HYDRA soldiers. Well, mostly Ben. It was him, really, just not human. Not that Dani had much of a standpoint to make judgements based on alternate forms. At least Ben had a choice of what. And when. And why. She shook her head and got focused.
"Engineering cap...sure..." she muttered, not really meaning for it to be loud enough to count as a reply, but with the engines roaring she had to raise her voice just to hear herself. She decided she may as well go the full hog and try and strike up some casual danger banter - Ben seemed to enjoy it whenever he was doing his thing, and what better time to get to know your only-recently-met teammates than frantically working on fixing a giant machine that she knew nothing about that the functioning of ensured the survival of at least a hundred people?
She was getting side tracked again.

"Why can't we switch over to occult magic and demonic energies? Works fine for me and Strange, and I know how to work that!" She said as she darted across the room, hopping a pipe and trying not to stumble on the shaking grating that was the floor. She planted two hands on a wheel and span it counter-clockwise three turns. "Kind of...I don't know if that ritual really 'worked' for me in the long-term..." she continued, grunting with the effort of the last turn as pressure built up in the pipe she'd closed before spinning on the spot and bending at the knees to deftly spin two knobs clockwise twice and once, diverting fuel flow to where Ben had pointed out to her. She stood and moved along a few feet again in four graceful strides, doing her best to stay level despite the hiss of the pipes and the wobbling of the floor. Just one more to turn to push heat exhaust somewhere it wouldn't be interfering with the new fuel-line...

"Motherfucker son-of-a-cuckold-bitch!" She shouted, alarming herself with her vulgarity. She rubbed her palms together, the skin stinging and reddening where the scalding valve wheel had nearly burnt her hands. Guess she hadn't been quick enough to divert the heat flow. She swore again and breathed deep and low, blowing out her breath and drawing a big fresh one before holding it and grasping the valve again to turn it just once, repressing the urge to yell as the metal burnt her palms with blisters. But the wheel turned and clunked as it did so, and Dani could feel the metal seeming to tighten and lock up. That valve wasn't going anywhere, she thought, but the heat was redirected. At least no HYDRA agent would undo the repairs.

She turned around, smiling depsite the pain, satisfied that she'd been helpful. She held up her palms to show their red and puckered skin and dredged up a grin from somewhere, cracking a joke. "Hey, I've had worse." She'd had laughed, had a HYDRA soldier not cold-clocked her on the base of her skull with the butt of his rifle. She splayed forward, hitting the ground hard, but lay there for only a moment before being wrenched up again, in the rough grip of an agent. There were three in the room, and it sounded like at least five outside. Worse, they'd hit her rather than shoot her - so they weren't ordered to kill her.For a split-second she held the hope that such a merciful order had been applied to the general staff of the ship, but gunshots ruled that out. No, they were looking to capture specific targets - and she was one of them. She could field a guess why.

She looked at Ben, who was frozen in the moment. Hopefully he saw the plead for him to run brimming out of her eyes.

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Dani had been in her personal cell, cross-legged on her bunk, with the dark text that had been the origin point of all her troubles when her earpiece crackled, and a tinny voice shouted about a HYDRA attack on the SHIELD Helicarrier. She'd panicked slightly before turning and craning her neck upwards to look through the porthole-style window she'd explicitly requested to be installed, and seeing - with a little more angling of her head - that the sun was still high in the sky. Somewhere inside her, near her lower left ribs it felt like, Zarathos chuckled, a bubbly, malicious forced laugh. It wasn't time. Not yet. She still had some hours before hiding became truly necessary. Though that fact didn't stop her from wrenching the book off her legs - something she'd done many times, though the tome never seemed the worse for wear - and nearly scrambling into the corner of her cell, assuming a different cross-legged stance with her hands frantically running through her sheared hair, calming herself and preparing to do her best to ignore the sounds of fighting that were soon to echo through the corridors of the Helicarrier, and hoping that the fields - both energy and magical - that secured her cell would hold the HYDRA soldiers out sufficiently. Eyes squeezed shut, she opened one to peek at the two buttons and a switch on the wall of her cell - how she opened the fields from the inside. Fury had insisted that simple heat-detection tech was enough to prevent her opening it as Ghost Rider, should she change inside her cell for whatever terrible reason, but Doctor Strange had simply said 'hmmm' and then placed protective wards over them as well, preventing the demonic energies of Zarathos to touch them. Dani relied on the latter rather than the former.

It didn't last long. The quiet. There was a moment of stillness as the entire staff paused to mentally prepare, and then they mobilized. A klaxon sounded somewhere and Dani winced at the sound and the associations it brought, and then the pounding of footsteps and shouts of orders came through, muffled behind layers of metal and machinery, indistinct yells failing to take form as words. An dull boom rocked the ship as, presumably, the HYDRA agents breached the Helicarrier, and Dani held her breath. Oh man, she did not want to be here. She jumped as her earpiece crackled again and she stood up quickly, smacking her knee on the corner of her bunk as she did so, and scrambled to pick it up and put it on as a voice came through issuing orders. Cap's voice - or at least the Cap of her team. Bucky.

"Hulkling, and Wiccan, help Maria on the deck. A clean sweep. Ben and Dani, handle the engines. If those fail, we all die."

No pressure then. Dani approached the field that replaced the fourth wall of her cell and angled herself to look down both ends of the corridor. Empty, and any sounds of stamping soldier boots were a fair way off. Safe, then. Ish. Not that it mattered so much for her survival - she found that even without Zarathos completely taking over, it still made sure she was plenty tough to kill - but surviving didn't matter if she was captured and held, she wouldn't be able to help the team. And she didn't want to think about what would happen if HYDRA held her after sundown. Best not to think about it. Instead, she stepped away from the field and toward the buttons, flipping the switch and waiting for a light above it to turn green before pressing and holding both down buttons. The light blinked for a few seconds, and then turned amber, necessitating another flip of the switch before it went red and the field came down. Runic marks that lined the frame of the field emitter glimmered for a split second before dulling again. The protective wards dissipated as well, and Dani took one cool breath and a body-wide shudder before stepping out and turning right toward the main access shafts of the ship. She reached the engine room before Ben did, and hoped HYDRA agents wouldn't do the same.

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You have to PM your sheet. It's a neat sheet, but it won't be accepted if it's just posted to the OOC. Sheets posted so far are pre-accepted.

Roman's Scrapbin

Roman Black; Double-Down; Echo

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Name:

Roman Black

Nickname/Alias:

Double-Down; Echo

Gender:

Male

Age:

20

Appearance:

• Height: 5'10


• Weight: 130lb


• Build: Lanky


• Hair Colour: Jet Black


• Eye Colour: Blue-Gray


• General Attire: Black or denim jeans, loose tops, trainers, baseball jackets or denim/sheepwool jackets.

Metahuman Abilities:

Self-Duplication - Roman has the ability to produce a clone of himself, identical in form, mentality, and skill to the original, who simply steps away from Roman's body. This clone - Roman2- can learn, act, think, and talk independently of Roman1, but can be reabsorbed at will, along with all the memories, experiences, and skills had and learnt by the clone. Roman has taken advantage of this ability to 'double-time' his learning to artificially boost his skills in several pointless talents and a few useful ones. The clone is a complete mirror image of Roman, from his hair parting to the designs on his clothing to even Roman's Situs Invertus. While it doesn't affect either in action, it can be used to tell them apart if you look close enough.

Reabsorbing a healthy clone also pushes the original body further toward it's natural form, healing injuries somewhat and pushing off illnesses a little faster. However, an injured Roman cannot release and immediately reabsorb his clone to heal himself, as the clone will share any injuries with the original Roman.

Roman can also clone any objects he's holding, said objects being held by Roman2 as he emerges, provided they aren't too large or too complicated. However, these objects fade and crumble out of existance if they leave the possession of Roman2, as they cannot be sustained outside of either of the Romans.

As a whole being, Roman also enjoys slightly enhanced strength and stamina, though not to a superhuman degree. He also has the presence of two minds, affording him a very strong sense of self, heavy amounts of mental willpower and fortitude, and sometimes an utter, undeniable confidence in his decisions.

Skills and Talents:

Using his 'double-time' learning, Roman has learnt considerable skill in the following: Card throwing; Billiards; Self-Defense; Parkour; Cooking.

Biography: