Rtron

Star Wars - The Old Republic: Legacy

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What a coincidence, my Twi'Lek was raised Mandalorian.

@Inkarnate

Mandalorians, Mandalorians everywhere!

Star Wars - The Old Republic: Legacy

I’m going a Mandalorian Bounty Hunter, not sure race yet.

Justice League: Shadow of the Gods (Always Open)

I am summoned.
Edit: Now to actually Read™ what this is all about instead of just popping in because Rtron told me to.

@Freeshooter92

Justice League: Shadow of the Gods (Always Open)

Therma

Therma

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Kayda Shulan

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Therma

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23

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Markovburg, Markovia.

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Justice League, House Markov.

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Grunt. Kayda doesn't make many decisions, she just goes where she's pointed and does what she's told.

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Kayda stands at 5ft 7in, with light brown eyes. Her body is covered in tattoos, all self designed and paid for, that she claims all represent a part of her or her life. She's usually seen with darker punkish clothing, preferring dark colors in general. Her choker is almost never missing from her body, as it is where her costume and armor spring from, nanomachines forming everything in milliseconds.

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Super Powers

Kayda's main super power is the ability to absorb, release, and gain strength from heat. She can absorb heat from anything that actually possesses heat to absorb, though it grows tougher as said object is farther away from her, with her being able to absorb all the heat almost instantaneously from things she's touching and taking longer from there. Technically she can draw heat from anything she can see, but it starts taking minutes when things get 100 feet away.

Kayda grows stronger the more heat she has stored in her body, her physical attributes and resistances increasing. From 100-500 C (or 200-930 F) she's operating at peak human performance in all physical aspects. From 500-1000 C (930-1830 F) she's reached super human levels, and conventional weapons have ceased to have an effect upon her. 1000+ C she grows ever more capable of going toe to toe with the heaviest hitters in the DC universe. Kayda has no limits on how much heat she can store in her body, and if she could get to a level close to the surface of the sun, she would become one of the most destructive forces on the planet. Fortunately, the amount of time and effort it would take for her to get to that level without actually firing her into the sun isn't feasible to undergo without extremely drastic measures and resource expenditure.

Kayda can use the heat stored in her body in a few ways. She can expel it in a certain direction or way out of her body, allowing her to have fire attacks, or achieve a form of flight. She can use the thermal energy stored in her body to rapidly accelerate her healing. She can expend it to increase her physical traits beyond what they're passively at, depending on her stored heat. If she achieves a high enough level of heat (close to the 1000+ C) she merely uses her thermal energy to conduct the energy for all her bodily functions, and ceases needing to eat, breathe, drink, etc etc.

Kayda is completely immune to all heat based forms of damage. She could dive into a lake of lava and emerge unmarked.

Kayda can, theoretically, control the temperature around her and the temperature of various objects she sees, but lacks the control to do that finely without actively touching or focusing on an object.

Skills

Kayda has received extensive training in melee combat and how to best use her powers in conjunction with that from the Markovs. She's trained in various forms of martial arts and how to best use her abilities to enhance them.

Kayda is a skilled artist, and practices it on her down time.

Kayda is trained in free running and parkour, and is able to move quickly through almost any environment seamlessly.

Equipment

Kayda's armor, pictured above, is mostly there to help her control how she absorbs and expends her thermal energy. She is still unskilled in managing the heat around and inside of her, and the suit helps with that. It allows her to have more controlled flight by directing her expended heat out the jetpack in the back, can form blades that could be superheated from the wrists, elbows, and knees, is bullet proof, and helps her slow her expenditure of her thermal energy to a sustainable rate. It is also almost as immune to heat based damage as she is.

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Kayda is, unsurprisingly, very vulnerable to cold. Deprive her of her heat and she begins to weaken. In addition, it is possible to keep her at merely a peak human level by keeping her out of areas where she has a lot of heat to draw upon, and in that period she is only a little better than the average human.

Kayda's biggest issue with her powers is her inefficiency in expending the heat necessary for her powers. She hasn't yet learned how to properly control its expenditure, and as such tends to use too much too fast and requires an almost constant source of heat to keep herself going at high levels. Her suit helps with that, but it can only do so much.

When Kayda draws in too much heat too fast, she gets hit with what she calls being 'In Heat'. She's described it as doing pure adrenaline and then some cocaine. She gets high off of the energy boiling within her, making her even more reckless and sure of her own immortality, spending her heat even faster.

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Kayda's entire life before E-day was spent in Markovia. She never had a reason or desire to go anywhere else. Markovia was home, and it was safe. She didn't want to explore the world when she had everything she'd need right here. Her powers hadn't activated yet, and likely would never have if the Legion hadn't enacted its plans. Even with all the wondrous experiences she's gotten and amazing people she's met because of it, she wishes that the Legion had never had the chance to enact its plans. That E-day had never happened. That she still had everything she had ever known. She still had everything she had loved.

She was preparing to go to college when E-day happened, and her world was turned upside down. She was listing off everything to her mother (who had demanded a third check of everything she had, just to be sure) when their phones lit up with alerts. News reports began flying in from all directions about the hundreds of invasions and conquests going around the world, the world's many heroes unable to contain all of it. Within hours, governments all around the world had fallen, and reports arrived of an army cutting its way through Markovia on its way to the capitol, despite the best efforts of the King and his soldiers.

Kayda and her parents tried to run. But they were too slow and there was no where to run. The invaders had arrived, encircled Markovburg, were destroying the city. In the chaos that followed, Kayda would watch her parents and friends get cut down by monsters and soldiers from another dimension and would realize her powers. She doesn't remember much from that day. An intense heat inside her, straining and clawing to be released. A few clear moments and flashes of emotion. Fear. Grief. And a burning hatred. She hated them. All of them. The Legionnaires who desired such destruction. The heroes who were too weak to permanently stop them before it got this bad. That hatred flowed through her, consuming her every being, until it exploded outwards in a wave of heat and flames. Monsters died, and Kayda laughed. If the heroes couldn't muster the guts to do what must be done, she would. She'd kill them. Kill them all and burn their ashes.

She would run around the city then, wildly drawing in heat and releasing it in an explosion of flames. She didn't have a goal, or a reason. She just wanted someone to pay.

That was how Terra found her, laughing wildly as she drew in heat to throw it at another enemy. Kayda was mad with heat rush and bloodlust, and would certainly die without someone saving her. The other girl would have to subdue Kayda with her powers, dragging Kayda away as the city fell. As they were taken away, Kayda began to weep. Everything was gone, destroyed by the monsters or burned by her own flames. She had lost everything, and the people that were supposed to protect the innocent had failed. They had failed them all. Terra did her best to comfort her as they retreated. It helped, if only a little.

That was the beginning of her entrance into the Markov family, and her loyalty to it. She would be trained in how to use her powers, and how to fight, and they would gift her with her suit. She and Terra would become a team, before both being sent to officially join the League and begin to help in the shadow war against the Legion.

Kayda is considered one of the more hawkish members of the League, openly supporting and advocating for the execution of villains and criminals who have proven that they will never change their ways or taken the lives of others. She is certain that if the League had been doing this from the beginning, people such as Black Adam, Gorilla Grodd, or Queen Bee would never have had the chance to seize the power they now have, and believes that war is inevitable, so they must do the first strike. She spares the foes that she deems worthy of being spared, and seeks to kill those who have killed innocents, or proven to be life long villains.

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Therma is close with the modern Terra, having been childhood friends, and consistently refers to the both of them as 'Team Magma'.

Hellraiser

Hellraiser

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Vera Tes'dory

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Gatekeeper

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23

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New York, New York.

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Legion of Doom.

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Vera is the lowest member one can be while still being a Legionnaire, and serves as the street muscle for the organization.

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Vera has the aura of someone whose always expecting the worst to happen to them. Her icy blue eyes are constantly scanning the area, her skinny body (evidence of a life with never enough to eat and standing at five foot five inches) slightly hunched and ready to fight or flight in an instant, and she flinches at sudden movements that she doesn't expect. Her clothes are endlessly repaired by her own hand and accessorized by her own hands. She only recently got the two piercings (to her lip and upper eyebrow) to add some form of accessory that wasn't self-made and screaming 'I live in poverty'. Whenever she has to cover her face and assume her 'Hellraiser' alias (a necessity insisted upon by the Legion) she quickly pulls a ski mask over her face or ties a bandana over it.

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Super Powers

Vera's super power revolves around being able to summon things from Trigon's dimension. It can be categorized into three types of summoning.

Traditional- Vera summons a creature from Trigon's dimension to fight for her. These range from weak (small creatures like imps that are only suitable for information gathering or jobs that require minimal fighting. An average human could take them out and Vera can summon a hundred of these if she so desires), to strong (creatures that put up a fight, like orcs or Djinni. Average humans cannot stand against these things, and super heroes are required. Vera can summon three dozen of these if she so desires), to powerful (creatures that can devastate entire cities like dragons, or even nations if she summons a powerful enough one. These usually require a team of super heroes to face, and Vera can only summon one of these things, and nothing else, at a time.)

Posession- Vera summons a creature from Trigon's dimension into herself, temporarily gaining one specific power of that creature. It could be anything: invisibility, pyrokinesis, increased physical attributes, super human durability, so on so forth. Vera can only have one creature and one power active inside of her at a time, and if she is possessed she cannot summon anything else. This process takes minutes for Vera to properly find and summon the creature she wants, or seconds if she just randomly pulls a creature from Trigon's dimension into her and hopes for the best.

Portal opening- Vera can open a portal to Trigon's dimension, only allowing environmental effects through, such as lightning, water, a falling boulder, lava, fire, smoke, poisonous gas, so on so forth. She uses it as a sort of pseudo elemental magic, and a way to dispose of things permanently.

Skills

Since joining the Legion, Vera has received extensive training in firearms and is a fairly good shot.

Vera is a pretty good driver.

Vera has mastered the arts of a thief, and is skilled in stealth, lockpicking, pickpocketing, hotwiring, climbing, and a variety of other traditional thievery skills.

Equipment

Vera has what appears to be the handle to a pistol, trigger and all, with no barrel to fire. In actuality, it is a device designed and built by her friend Gilbert, which can take the form of any firearm she needs at the moment, and can fire ammunition with special effects like tracking, explosive, freezing, etc etc.

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Excluding the times she's possessed, Vera is quite human. Even when she's possessed, she has only one power that changes that and the rest stays the same.

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Vera's life has been one of struggle and pain for as long as she can remember. She grew up in a slum apartment in Manhattan, with a physically and emotionally abusive father. Her mother had died in child birth, and her father turned to alcohol to deal with his grief, blaming her for her mother's death. From birth to 15 years of age, she suffered under a hair trigger temper, the constant repetition that she was useless and would never amount to anything, and beatings whenever she failed to do something. At times it seemed like she was only being beaten because she failed to die that day, her existence merely reminding him of her mother's death. At night she would dream that one of the many super heroes would come and save her, beat her father down and take her away from this place. Some times it was superman, gently floating down to take her in his arms. Others it was the Green Lantern, his iron will beating back her father's hate.

They never came, and Vera was only saved when she went to school with one too many bruises and CPS was called. Her father was taken away for child abuse, put into jail by the mountain of evidence at their home and her own testimony, and Vera would enter the foster care system. Within a month she'd been relocated to a foster home. It was a small home, still in Manhattan, with no other children. The wife and husband seemed inviting and kind. Vera began to think she'd leave the darkness of her past behind her, and be able to move on. She was wrong. Five months down the line from the first time she arrived, her foster father would come into her room and rape her. Her silence was kept with the promised retribution of violence if she told anyone. He manipulated her perfectly from there on out, prodding her into one emotional outburst after the other. Her accusations, months later when she had gathered her courage, were brushed off as the angry and flailing attempts of a teenager to get revenge. When he came back at the end of those five months, Vera cut him with a knife she had gotten and fled the house with nothing but the clothes on her back.

She'd spend the next two years on the streets, barely surviving. She couldn't get a job because of how she looked and her age. She tried begging for street change, but got only just enough to eat. Her clothes and shoes were ragged and endlessly repaired by hand. Still, she managed to scrape by a living, if only just. She had a group of people who were also trapped on the streets, people she thought she could trust. That trust proved misplaced when a goodhearted Samaritan bought her new clothes and shoes, gave her a meal, and gave her a wad of cash to 'help get her life back on track' as she returned triumphantly to her friends, to help split the money, they turned on her like snakes. When she wouldn't give them more than a fair share, they beat her down to take it, and all of the new things she had. Soon she was left with nothing more than the raggedy clothes on her body, new cuts and bruises, a rapidly blackening eye, and the last of her conscience dying inside of her.

Vera hated this world. Hated how the heroes atop it claimed to be champions for all, but ignored the subtle cesspit of every day evil below them. Hated how grief turned people into monsters and how desperation turned them into beasts. Hated how no matter how much you tried to do the right thing, the world was just going to punch you in the face and kick you while you were down for it. Most of all, she hated how weak she was. Hated how she could never fight back. No more, she promised herself. She was going to seize the power necessary to keep herself from every feeling like this again, and she was going to seize it by any means necessary.

She'd spend the next year going through the criminal underground, looking for something to increase her power. Some form of magical artifact, cybertech, a book on how to unlock her chi, anything. She didn't find anything like that, but she did stumble upon Drak. The little dragon was kept in a cage in a black market shop, ready to be sold for the purported 'magical properties' consuming his flesh would given. It would be a cold day in hell before Vera let something else languish powerless at the the hands of the cruel again. She broke him free and shot the shopkeeper and his guards when they tried to stop her. The two fled, and Drak has been with her ever since. He offers nothing more than his companionship and love, and that's all Vera asks from him.

When E-day came and rocked New York, Vera was one of the few people to run towards the fighting and the devastation. She didn't care about the innocents being hurt or killed. She just wanted a chance to seize the power dropped by those heroes or villains slain in the conflict. Vera found the power she was looking for that day. Or rather, it found her.

Watching from his dimension, Trigon had been tracking her progress carefully for a couple of years. She was distantly related to him by virtue of being the several times great granddaughter to one of his sons. Her need for power and control was points in her favor, as was her running into a conflict that vastly outmatched her. He wanted to see where she went, what she could offer him if she got into a place of high enough power. He offered her a way to draw on the power of his realm, in return for a favor he would ask from her later on. Vera readily agreed and the pact, with her connection to Trigon being made strong, was sealed.

Vera would spend the next five years working her way through the Legion's ranks to start on her way to power. They weren't like the League, falsely claiming to be heroes while ignoring the multitude of crime and villainy beneath them for the flashier shows of fighting evil that they did. The Legion was honest. They just wanted power for themselves, at any cost. You could always trust they would put their own best interests first, and that refreshingly honest dishonesty is what Vera trusts about them. Its why she's still in their ranks now, because they offer the path to power, if only she can take it.

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Vera owns an apartment building in Manhattan, bought from the old owner with cursed gems from Trigon's realm. The apartment building only has four occupants besides Vera and Drak.

Gilbert: A smith from Trigon's realm, Vera originally summoned him to help her build a gun for any situation, she found herself endeared to his eccentric (and overly fond of explosives) personality. He built a belt that would tie him to this world, and has stayed at her apartment ever since, building her things so long as she brings him the resources. Vera gave him the nickname Gilbert after being completely unable to pronounce his real name.

The Twins: Soldiers from one army or another of Trigon's, Vera summoned them to help her in assaulting a low level Leaguer's place. With their super human physical attributes, Gorn's (pictured left) nigh indestructibility and Storn's (pictured right) ability to cast elemental and physical enhancement spells, they were too good to just leave to random chance to summoning again. Plus, they were adorably shy and awkward outside of combat. She had Gilbert make them belts too, after making sure they wanted to stay as well. As a side note, despite their high skills in combat, they are both terrible at video games revolving around combat.

Frank: Summoned to help her with an assassination, which he performed perfectly and silently, Frank is the name given by Vera to the shadowy monster she keeps around. She likes him, she doesn't know why. When asked if he wanted to return home he meerely shook his head and pointed to the ground. Frank is completely mute, capable of blending into complete shadows perfectly, able to form solid blades and weapons from his shadow, and can move almost faster than the normal human reflexes can handle if he so chooses. He also has a soft spot for sappy romances, particularly The Princess Bride.

Gunsmith

Gunsmith

Fully armored

Face

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Marcus Jalenhan

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Gunsmith

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40

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St. Louis, Missouri.

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Legion of Doom

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Assassin, Black Ops operations.

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Marcus stands at 5ft 9in with the stance, confidence, and build of a life long soldier. Or at least, his body was designed to look like that. The majority of Marcus's body (excluding some of his internal organs, and face) have been replaced with cybernetics. He walks with the calm, unruffled, aura of a man who has fought in countless battles and wars and come out standing. His face still looks like that of a young man, deceiving people into thinking that he is twenty years younger than he actually is. His helmet is normally retracted into his armor, revealing his face.

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Skills

Life long combatant: Marcus has been fighting or training to fight for more than twenty years now. He's extremely skilled at fighting, be it with guns, blades, fists, or armored combat.

Master of Preparation: Given enough time and resources, Marcus can figure out a way to hurt or neutralize anyone. It was what caught the attention of the Legion when he served them, a human dishing out successes super powered soldiers couldn't do, with nothing more than time and his wits.

Craftsman: Marcus is very talented at building, improving, and designing things. He has made numerous improvements upon his own cybernetics, and built a weapon specifically for a target on more than one occasion.

Equipment

Marcus' cybernetics are the source of his 'super powers'.

Super human physical traits: With his cybernetics, Marcus is capable of feats of strength and speed no human can hope to match. Normally this is settled at 40 tons and 90 mph at a dead sprint, but he can push himself to even further levels by upgrading his cybernetics.

Cybernetic eyes: Marcus' eyes have been replaced with advanced cybernetics, allowing him to have night vision, thermal vision, and to see into the UV spectrum. They can also zoom in on something, similar to a scope.

Super human reflexes and processing: Marcus can see, analyze, and react to a situation in a second, the cybernetics in his brain boosting his thinking and reaction times far beyond human level. His reflexes are fast enough to catch arrows mid-flight, and can be enhanced further if necessary.

Super human durability: Marcus' cybernetics can shrug off conventional gunfire, elemental effects, and melee attacks.

Self-repair: In the event that his cybernetics are damaged, Marcus can initiate a self-repair program to quickly fix himself and put him back in the fight.

Arm cannon: Built into his right arm, this railgun can fire a blast of energy so powerful it can knock Superman back. A beast of a weapon, it requires a second to prime before firing.

Various mundane weapons: Marcus likes to carry many weapons into battle and give himself as many options as possible. In addition to the blades stored in his left arm and knees and the gun he carries in his hands, Marcus typically carries a rifle on his shoulder, a gun in a chest holster, two guns in shoulder holsters, two guns in hip holsters, two guns in thigh holsters, and a final gun in his boot.

Near instantaneous learning: Being connected to the world wide web and having his ability to process information increased has given Marcus the ability to learn things like languages, advanced processes and theories, the composition of things, etc etc all in seconds.

Invisibility or Active Camo: Marcus' cybernetics can turn him invisible for a brief period of time or actively camouflage him as he moves.

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Electricity: If someone were to hit Marcus with a strong enough blast of electricity, his cybernetics would shut down and he'd go into a defensive reboot mode.

Heavy Weapons: .50 caliber guns, tanks, RPGS, opponents stronger than him, all these things hit hard enough to break through Marcus' defense and can kill him. Beneath his cybernetics he's still human.

Hacking: Marcus can connect to the internet to receive, learn, and transmit data. It is possible for someone to hijack, access, and take control of this link, giving them free reign over Marcus' free will and thoughts. Someone would have to move fast though, as Marcus has naturally put as many safeguards and firewalls against that as he possibly could.

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Born the only son to a military family, Marcus' life was decided for him before he even had a chance. He would be a soldier, and he would serve the United States. With that goal firmly set and noted, Marcus would spend his childhood and adolesence preparing for that. ROTC, weights, rifle training, anything and everything that could make him a more effective soldier. When he was 18, he joined the United States Marine Corp, and took to it like a fish to water. In the five years he served, he rapidly climbed the ranks and had his own command, fighting in the name of the United States of America. He would be dishonorably discharged after an incident where he ruthlessly sacrificed civilians to gain the advantage against insurgents, winning the battle but resulting in staggering civilian casualties. Following his dishonorable discharge, and his family subsequently disowning him, Marcus turned to mercenary work, offering his skills to the highest bidder.

He fought all over the world during those days, gathering a squad of similar soldiers around him as he did so. Their increasing success rate and brutal, ruthless, efficiency would attract the attention of the Legion of Doom, offering to pay them very well to help them with a plan. Marcus and his squad agreed, and so it was that on E-day Marcus and his squad were on the frontlines of the real war. The war to conquer and topple as many vulnerable governments as possible. With supervillains and monsters beside them, his squad cut its way through most of South America, Asia, Africa, and Eastern Europe, being taken almost instantaneously to wherever they were needed most.

Marcus almost felt sorry for the poor bastards they were conquering. They never had a chance, as concerned as the League and major heroes were with the first world nations and the earth's safety overall. He didn't feel sorry enough to not pull the trigger however, and never hesitated. Not even once. With the third world nations subjugated, any signs of resistance being put to the sword, Marcus and his squad turned their attention to attacking the more industrialized nations.

After more bloodshed and violence, a much stiffer resistance being met by the super hero protected and well armed nations, a peace was signed. Rather than being freed from their contract, Marcus and his squad were offered an extension. Their were many heroes still looking to cause rebellion in the lands conquered by the Legion, and many nations that still needed to be destabilized. The Legion could use someone of Marcus's skill and morals. With a steady pay ensured, and a proper challenge guaranteed, Marcus and his squad agreed.

For the next five years Marcus and his squad would operate as assassins and black ops goons, eliminating targets both within and without of Legion borders that were causing trouble, and helping destabilize areas that were not within Legion control but were not firmly under League protection either. For his squad's successes, they were granted cybernetics, funding, and a permanent base of operations. Marcus took the most cybernetics of his squad, seeking to make himself a match for the various meta humans that walked the earth in more than just his mind. He is now more machine than man, and uses it to his full advantage.

Marcus is a man who is doing what he was made for. Combat and war seem to be his lifeblood, and he thrives in them. He is constantly seeking another opponent to put himself against, both physically and mentally, and relishes the challenge that super powered foes bring. There is an inherent unpredictability to everything involving combat, but super heroes increase that unpredictability tenfold. Especially when they are as organized as they JLU is. A simple mission to assassinate a meta human with fire abilities could turn into a fight for his life and a hasty retreat if they can summon a Kryptonian to their aid. That unpredictability, that danger, is what Marcus lives for. He is going to die on the battlefield, there is no doubt in his mind of this. But he wants to see just how far he can go, how far he can push himself, before he finally dies.

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Marcus has a squad of a dozen individuals, all cybernetically enhanced like him. They are all drawn from the Legion's armies, hand picked by Marcus himself for their ruthlessness and effectiveness in combat. He keeps the number at a dozen, replacing his lost soldiers as they die, finding that big enough to be effective but small enough to move quickly.

Marcus's base of operations is located in the mountains of Afghanistan, a fortress built into the solid rock. From there he and his squad deploy to wherever they're needed, train, build gear, and upgrade their cybernetics. It has a fully functioning workshop to build almost anything that Marcus could need, with a bay for requested resources to be brought in.

Star Wars - The Old Republic: Legacy

I’m in

Spiritum - Reborn

Lori caught the rock with a triumphant grin, pocketing it in her coat. With her victory in bunking with Zimmy secured, she turned to the very important business of gloating about her victory. "What can I say boys and girls? Its not my fault you weren't born with the natural advantages of having adorable bugs living inside of you." She winked at Lee. "I'm sure you'll get a chance next time, hotshot. Maybe if I happen to be out of ear shot." She looked at Kitty with both eyebrows raised. The idea to drink every time Setz hit a pothole was crazy, even by her standards. "Ah, I see you all want to die of alcohol poisoning! I'll brush off that spell to quickly sober people up then, just in case." She doubted even Zimmy's magic liver could withstand that kind of punishment, though she did want to see how far they would all get. "I wish you champions the best of luck."

Upon hearing Setzer and Gideon's slanderous accusations, Lori held a hand to her chest in mock offense. "How dare the both of you! I'll have you know I only kick if you try to unlawfully steal the blankets I have carefully divided between us, or hog the entire bed because you're built like brickhouse. And, and! I give plenty of blankets. You're both just greedy and try to get more!"

It was right around that time Setzer began to purposefully hit potholes. "Setz you spiteful fuck! You're gonna break the truck!" Lori yelled at him, hands clinging to the side of the truck as it shook and whined. If the truck broke because he wanted to be an ass she was going to punch him and then make him fix it then and there, without magic help. Maybe that'd teach him to be a better driver. Fortunately for all involved, they made it to the gas station. If only barely. As the truck rolled to a stop, Lori sprang to her feet and stretched, snorting at Setzer's threats. "Yeah, like you could hit me. Besides, you think I'm going to let you have all the fun to yourself? Hell no." She front flipped from the truck to the ground, landing on her feet with the grace and poise years of training got her. It was mostly to burn off some energy that sitting in a truck for hours on end had built up. That, and who didn't like to do flips?

She took off her jacket, revealing the tank top underneath, cooing as her insects left her body and began flying around her. "Why hello darlings! Are you happy to be outside now? I bet you are! It must have been sooo boring in there! Don't worry, we're done driving for the day now!" Their energetic flying and rapid colors indicated they were just as happy as she was, though that might have been them reacting to her emotions.

A few hours later

"Yeah. Enough of that garbage." Lori agreed with Galahad, scowling. She was sitting on a collapsible stool, near the fire, an almost empty bottle of beer in her hand. She didn't trust the delegation at all, even advocated for using the princess as a hostage. It's probably just another 'oh surrender and we'll allow you to be part of our empire without too much damage or death. You wouldn't want to end up like Astran or the desert would you? Hmm? Hmm?' because they're fucking bastards and they lie and kill and destroy and burn and I hate them I hate them I hate them- Lori paused in her mental rant, realizing her insects were beginning to buzz in anger and flash red. She was losing her temper again. She took a deep breath, clenching her fists, and breathed out. She focused on relaxing and letting her anger go like she had practiced with Zimmy, years ago in their dorm.

Her insects died down as she finished off the rest of her beer, putting it to the side. "When all this is all over, I say we pool our funds and start a business. Like, 'Barghest's Clothes' or 'Barghest Arms Dealers' or something. We were already pretty successful at keeping a gambling ring going, how much different could it be?"

Justice League: Shadow of the Gods (Always Open)

Therma

Therma

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Kayda Shulan

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Therma

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23

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Markovburg, Markovia.

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Justice League, House Markov.

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Grunt. Kayda doesn't make many decisions, she just goes where she's pointed and does what she's told.

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Kayda stands at 5ft 7in, with light brown eyes. Her body is covered in tattoos, all self designed and paid for, that she claims all represent a part of her or her life. She's usually seen with darker punkish clothing, preferring dark colors in general. Her choker is almost never missing from her body, as it is where her costume and armor spring from, nanomachines forming everything in milliseconds.

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Super Powers

Kayda's main super power is the ability to absorb, release, and gain strength from heat. She can absorb heat from anything that actually possesses heat to absorb, though it grows tougher as said object is farther away from her, with her being able to absorb all the heat almost instantaneously from things she's touching and taking longer from there. Technically she can draw heat from anything she can see, but it starts taking minutes when things get 100 feet away.

Kayda grows stronger the more heat she has stored in her body, her physical attributes and resistances increasing. From 100-500 C (or 200-930 F) she's operating at peak human performance in all physical aspects. From 500-1000 C (930-1830 F) she's reached super human levels, and conventional weapons have ceased to have an effect upon her. 1000+ C she grows ever more capable of going toe to toe with the heaviest hitters in the DC universe. Kayda has no limits on how much heat she can store in her body, and if she could get to a level close to the surface of the sun, she would become one of the most destructive forces on the planet. Fortunately, the amount of time and effort it would take for her to get to that level without actually firing her into the sun isn't feasible to undergo without extremely drastic measures and resource expenditure.

Kayda can use the heat stored in her body in a few ways. She can expel it in a certain direction or way out of her body, allowing her to have fire attacks, or achieve a form of flight. She can use the thermal energy stored in her body to rapidly accelerate her healing. She can expend it to increase her physical traits beyond what they're passively at, depending on her stored heat. If she achieves a high enough level of heat (close to the 1000+ C) she merely uses her thermal energy to conduct the energy for all her bodily functions, and ceases needing to eat, breathe, drink, etc etc.

Kayda is completely immune to all heat based forms of damage. She could dive into a lake of lava and emerge unmarked.

Kayda can, theoretically, control the temperature around her and the temperature of various objects she sees, but lacks the control to do that finely without actively touching or focusing on an object.

Skills

Kayda has received extensive training in melee combat and how to best use her powers in conjunction with that from the Markovs. She's trained in various forms of martial arts and how to best use her abilities to enhance them.

Kayda is a skilled artist, and practices it on her down time.

Kayda is trained in free running and parkour, and is able to move quickly through almost any environment seamlessly.

Equipment

Kayda's armor, pictured above, is mostly there to help her control how she absorbs and expends her thermal energy. She is still unskilled in managing the heat around and inside of her, and the suit helps with that. It allows her to have more controlled flight by directing her expended heat out the jetpack in the back, can form blades that could be superheated from the wrists, elbows, and knees, is bullet proof, and helps her slow her expenditure of her thermal energy to a sustainable rate. It is also almost as immune to heat based damage as she is.

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Kayda is, unsurprisingly, very vulnerable to cold. Deprive her of her heat and she begins to weaken. In addition, it is possible to keep her at merely a peak human level by keeping her out of areas where she has a lot of heat to draw upon, and in that period she is only a little better than the average human.

Kayda's biggest issue with her powers is her inefficiency in expending the heat necessary for her powers. She hasn't yet learned how to properly control its expenditure, and as such tends to use too much too fast and requires an almost constant source of heat to keep herself going at high levels. Her suit helps with that, but it can only do so much.

When Kayda draws in too much heat too fast, she gets hit with what she calls being 'In Heat'. She's described it as doing pure adrenaline and then some cocaine. She gets high off of the energy boiling within her, making her even more reckless and sure of her own immortality, spending her heat even faster.

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Kayda's entire life before E-day was spent in Markovia. She never had a reason or desire to go anywhere else. Markovia was home, and it was safe. She didn't want to explore the world when she had everything she'd need right here. Her powers hadn't activated yet, and likely would never have if the Legion hadn't enacted its plans. Even with all the wondrous experiences she's gotten and amazing people she's met because of it, she wishes that the Legion had never had the chance to enact its plans. That E-day had never happened. That she still had everything she had ever known. She still had everything she had loved.

She was preparing to go to college when E-day happened, and her world was turned upside down. She was listing off everything to her mother (who had demanded a third check of everything she had, just to be sure) when their phones lit up with alerts. News reports began flying in from all directions about the hundreds of invasions and conquests going around the world, the world's many heroes unable to contain all of it. Within hours, governments all around the world had fallen, and reports arrived of an army cutting its way through Markovia on its way to the capitol, despite the best efforts of the King and his soldiers.

Kayda and her parents tried to run. But they were too slow and there was no where to run. The invaders had arrived, encircled Markovburg, were destroying the city. In the chaos that followed, Kayda would watch her parents and friends get cut down by monsters and soldiers from another dimension and would realize her powers. She doesn't remember much from that day. An intense heat inside her, straining and clawing to be released. A few clear moments and flashes of emotion. Fear. Grief. And a burning hatred. She hated them. All of them. The Legionnaires who desired such destruction. The heroes who were too weak to permanently stop them before it got this bad. That hatred flowed through her, consuming her every being, until it exploded outwards in a wave of heat and flames. Monsters died, and Kayda laughed. If the heroes couldn't muster the guts to do what must be done, she would. She'd kill them. Kill them all and burn their ashes.

She would run around the city then, wildly drawing in heat and releasing it in an explosion of flames. She didn't have a goal, or a reason. She just wanted someone to pay.

That was how Terra found her, laughing wildly as she drew in heat to throw it at another enemy. Kayda was mad with heat rush and bloodlust, and would certainly die without someone saving her. The other girl would have to subdue Kayda with her powers, dragging Kayda away as the city fell. As they were taken away, Kayda began to weep. Everything was gone, destroyed by the monsters or burned by her own flames. She had lost everything, and the people that were supposed to protect the innocent had failed. They had failed them all. Terra did her best to comfort her as they retreated. It helped, if only a little.

That was the beginning of her entrance into the Markov family, and her loyalty to it. She would be trained in how to use her powers, and how to fight, and they would gift her with her suit. She and Terra would become a team, before both being sent to officially join the League and begin to help in the shadow war against the Legion.

Kayda is considered one of the more hawkish members of the League, openly supporting and advocating for the execution of villains and criminals who have proven that they will never change their ways or taken the lives of others. She is certain that if the League had been doing this from the beginning, people such as Black Adam, Gorilla Grodd, or Queen Bee would never have had the chance to seize the power they now have, and believes that war is inevitable, so they must do the first strike. She spares the foes that she deems worthy of being spared, and seeks to kill those who have killed innocents, or proven to be life long villains.

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Therma is close with the modern Terra, having been childhood friends, and consistently refers to the both of them as 'Team Magma'.

Hellraiser

Hellraiser

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Vera Tes'dory

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Gatekeeper

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23

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New York, New York.

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Legion of Doom.

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Vera is the lowest member one can be while still being a Legionnaire, and serves as the street muscle for the organization.

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Vera has the aura of someone whose always expecting the worst to happen to them. Her icy blue eyes are constantly scanning the area, her skinny body (evidence of a life with never enough to eat and standing at five foot five inches) slightly hunched and ready to fight or flight in an instant, and she flinches at sudden movements that she doesn't expect. Her clothes are endlessly repaired by her own hand and accessorized by her own hands. She only recently got the two piercings (to her lip and upper eyebrow) to add some form of accessory that wasn't self-made and screaming 'I live in poverty'. Whenever she has to cover her face and assume her 'Hellraiser' alias (a necessity insisted upon by the Legion) she quickly pulls a ski mask over her face or ties a bandana over it.

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Super Powers

Vera's super power revolves around being able to summon things from Trigon's dimension. It can be categorized into three types of summoning.

Traditional- Vera summons a creature from Trigon's dimension to fight for her. These range from weak (small creatures like imps that are only suitable for information gathering or jobs that require minimal fighting. An average human could take them out and Vera can summon a hundred of these if she so desires), to strong (creatures that put up a fight, like orcs or Djinni. Average humans cannot stand against these things, and super heroes are required. Vera can summon three dozen of these if she so desires), to powerful (creatures that can devastate entire cities like dragons, or even nations if she summons a powerful enough one. These usually require a team of super heroes to face, and Vera can only summon one of these things, and nothing else, at a time.)

Posession- Vera summons a creature from Trigon's dimension into herself, temporarily gaining one specific power of that creature. It could be anything: invisibility, pyrokinesis, increased physical attributes, super human durability, so on so forth. Vera can only have one creature and one power active inside of her at a time, and if she is possessed she cannot summon anything else. This process takes minutes for Vera to properly find and summon the creature she wants, or seconds if she just randomly pulls a creature from Trigon's dimension into her and hopes for the best.

Portal opening- Vera can open a portal to Trigon's dimension, only allowing environmental effects through, such as lightning, water, a falling boulder, lava, fire, smoke, poisonous gas, so on so forth. She uses it as a sort of pseudo elemental magic, and a way to dispose of things permanently.

Skills

Since joining the Legion, Vera has received extensive training in firearms and is a fairly good shot.

Vera is a pretty good driver.

Vera has mastered the arts of a thief, and is skilled in stealth, lockpicking, pickpocketing, hotwiring, climbing, and a variety of other traditional thievery skills.

Equipment

Vera has what appears to be the handle to a pistol, trigger and all, with no barrel to fire. In actuality, it is a device designed and built by her friend Gilbert, which can take the form of any firearm she needs at the moment, and can fire ammunition with special effects like tracking, explosive, freezing, etc etc.

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Excluding the times she's possessed, Vera is quite human. Even when she's possessed, she has only one power that changes that and the rest stays the same.

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Vera's life has been one of struggle and pain for as long as she can remember. She grew up in a slum apartment in Manhattan, with a physically and emotionally abusive father. Her mother had died in child birth, and her father turned to alcohol to deal with his grief, blaming her for her mother's death. From birth to 15 years of age, she suffered under a hair trigger temper, the constant repetition that she was useless and would never amount to anything, and beatings whenever she failed to do something. At times it seemed like she was only being beaten because she failed to die that day, her existence merely reminding him of her mother's death. At night she would dream that one of the many super heroes would come and save her, beat her father down and take her away from this place. Some times it was superman, gently floating down to take her in his arms. Others it was the Green Lantern, his iron will beating back her father's hate.

They never came, and Vera was only saved when she went to school with one too many bruises and CPS was called. Her father was taken away for child abuse, put into jail by the mountain of evidence at their home and her own testimony, and Vera would enter the foster care system. Within a month she'd been relocated to a foster home. It was a small home, still in Manhattan, with no other children. The wife and husband seemed inviting and kind. Vera began to think she'd leave the darkness of her past behind her, and be able to move on. She was wrong. Five months down the line from the first time she arrived, her foster father would come into her room and rape her. Her silence was kept with the promised retribution of violence if she told anyone. He manipulated her perfectly from there on out, prodding her into one emotional outburst after the other. Her accusations, months later when she had gathered her courage, were brushed off as the angry and flailing attempts of a teenager to get revenge. When he came back at the end of those five months, Vera cut him with a knife she had gotten and fled the house with nothing but the clothes on her back.

She'd spend the next two years on the streets, barely surviving. She couldn't get a job because of how she looked and her age. She tried begging for street change, but got only just enough to eat. Her clothes and shoes were ragged and endlessly repaired by hand. Still, she managed to scrape by a living, if only just. She had a group of people who were also trapped on the streets, people she thought she could trust. That trust proved misplaced when a goodhearted Samaritan bought her new clothes and shoes, gave her a meal, and gave her a wad of cash to 'help get her life back on track' as she returned triumphantly to her friends, to help split the money, they turned on her like snakes. When she wouldn't give them more than a fair share, they beat her down to take it, and all of the new things she had. Soon she was left with nothing more than the raggedy clothes on her body, new cuts and bruises, a rapidly blackening eye, and the last of her conscience dying inside of her.

Vera hated this world. Hated how the heroes atop it claimed to be champions for all, but ignored the subtle cesspit of every day evil below them. Hated how grief turned people into monsters and how desperation turned them into beasts. Hated how no matter how much you tried to do the right thing, the world was just going to punch you in the face and kick you while you were down for it. Most of all, she hated how weak she was. Hated how she could never fight back. No more, she promised herself. She was going to seize the power necessary to keep herself from every feeling like this again, and she was going to seize it by any means necessary.

She'd spend the next year going through the criminal underground, looking for something to increase her power. Some form of magical artifact, cybertech, a book on how to unlock her chi, anything. She didn't find anything like that, but she did stumble upon Drak. The little dragon was kept in a cage in a black market shop, ready to be sold for the purported 'magical properties' consuming his flesh would given. It would be a cold day in hell before Vera let something else languish powerless at the the hands of the cruel again. She broke him free and shot the shopkeeper and his guards when they tried to stop her. The two fled, and Drak has been with her ever since. He offers nothing more than his companionship and love, and that's all Vera asks from him.

When E-day came and rocked New York, Vera was one of the few people to run towards the fighting and the devastation. She didn't care about the innocents being hurt or killed. She just wanted a chance to seize the power dropped by those heroes or villains slain in the conflict. Vera found the power she was looking for that day. Or rather, it found her.

Watching from his dimension, Trigon had been tracking her progress carefully for a couple of years. She was distantly related to him by virtue of being the several times great granddaughter to one of his sons. Her need for power and control was points in her favor, as was her running into a conflict that vastly outmatched her. He wanted to see where she went, what she could offer him if she got into a place of high enough power. He offered her a way to draw on the power of his realm, in return for a favor he would ask from her later on. Vera readily agreed and the pact, with her connection to Trigon being made strong, was sealed.

Vera would spend the next five years working her way through the Legion's ranks to start on her way to power. They weren't like the League, falsely claiming to be heroes while ignoring the multitude of crime and villainy beneath them for the flashier shows of fighting evil that they did. The Legion was honest. They just wanted power for themselves, at any cost. You could always trust they would put their own best interests first, and that refreshingly honest dishonesty is what Vera trusts about them. Its why she's still in their ranks now, because they offer the path to power, if only she can take it.

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Vera owns an apartment building in Manhattan, bought from the old owner with cursed gems from Trigon's realm. The apartment building only has four occupants besides Vera and Drak.

Gilbert: A smith from Trigon's realm, Vera originally summoned him to help her build a gun for any situation, she found herself endeared to his eccentric (and overly fond of explosives) personality. He built a belt that would tie him to this world, and has stayed at her apartment ever since, building her things so long as she brings him the resources. Vera gave him the nickname Gilbert after being completely unable to pronounce his real name.

The Twins: Soldiers from one army or another of Trigon's, Vera summoned them to help her in assaulting a low level Leaguer's place. With their super human physical attributes, Gorn's (pictured left) nigh indestructibility and Storn's (pictured right) ability to cast elemental and physical enhancement spells, they were too good to just leave to random chance to summoning again. Plus, they were adorably shy and awkward outside of combat. She had Gilbert make them belts too, after making sure they wanted to stay as well. As a side note, despite their high skills in combat, they are both terrible at video games revolving around combat.

Frank: Summoned to help her with an assassination, which he performed perfectly and silently, Frank is the name given by Vera to the shadowy monster she keeps around. She likes him, she doesn't know why. When asked if he wanted to return home he meerely shook his head and pointed to the ground. Frank is completely mute, capable of blending into complete shadows perfectly, able to form solid blades and weapons from his shadow, and can move almost faster than the normal human reflexes can handle if he so chooses. He also has a soft spot for sappy romances, particularly The Princess Bride.

Gunsmith

Gunsmith

Fully armored

Face

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Marcus Jalenhan

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Gunsmith

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40

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St. Louis, Missouri.

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Legion of Doom

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Assassin, Black Ops operations.

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Marcus stands at 5ft 9in with the stance, confidence, and build of a life long soldier. Or at least, his body was designed to look like that. The majority of Marcus's body (excluding some of his internal organs, and face) have been replaced with cybernetics. He walks with the calm, unruffled, aura of a man who has fought in countless battles and wars and come out standing. His face still looks like that of a young man, deceiving people into thinking that he is twenty years younger than he actually is. His helmet is normally retracted into his armor, revealing his face.

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Skills

Life long combatant: Marcus has been fighting or training to fight for more than twenty years now. He's extremely skilled at fighting, be it with guns, blades, fists, or armored combat.

Master of Preparation: Given enough time and resources, Marcus can figure out a way to hurt or neutralize anyone. It was what caught the attention of the Legion when he served them, a human dishing out successes super powered soldiers couldn't do, with nothing more than time and his wits.

Craftsman: Marcus is very talented at building, improving, and designing things. He has made numerous improvements upon his own cybernetics, and built a weapon specifically for a target on more than one occasion.

Equipment

Marcus' cybernetics are the source of his 'super powers'.

Super human physical traits: With his cybernetics, Marcus is capable of feats of strength and speed no human can hope to match. Normally this is settled at 40 tons and 90 mph at a dead sprint, but he can push himself to even further levels by upgrading his cybernetics.

Cybernetic eyes: Marcus' eyes have been replaced with advanced cybernetics, allowing him to have night vision, thermal vision, and to see into the UV spectrum. They can also zoom in on something, similar to a scope.

Super human reflexes and processing: Marcus can see, analyze, and react to a situation in a second, the cybernetics in his brain boosting his thinking and reaction times far beyond human level. His reflexes are fast enough to catch arrows mid-flight, and can be enhanced further if necessary.

Super human durability: Marcus' cybernetics can shrug off conventional gunfire, elemental effects, and melee attacks.

Self-repair: In the event that his cybernetics are damaged, Marcus can initiate a self-repair program to quickly fix himself and put him back in the fight.

Arm cannon: Built into his right arm, this railgun can fire a blast of energy so powerful it can knock Superman back. A beast of a weapon, it requires a second to prime before firing.

Various mundane weapons: Marcus likes to carry many weapons into battle and give himself as many options as possible. In addition to the blades stored in his left arm and knees and the gun he carries in his hands, Marcus typically carries a rifle on his shoulder, a gun in a chest holster, two guns in shoulder holsters, two guns in hip holsters, two guns in thigh holsters, and a final gun in his boot.

Near instantaneous learning: Being connected to the world wide web and having his ability to process information increased has given Marcus the ability to learn things like languages, advanced processes and theories, the composition of things, etc etc all in seconds.

Invisibility or Active Camo: Marcus' cybernetics can turn him invisible for a brief period of time or actively camouflage him as he moves.

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Electricity: If someone were to hit Marcus with a strong enough blast of electricity, his cybernetics would shut down and he'd go into a defensive reboot mode.

Heavy Weapons: .50 caliber guns, tanks, RPGS, opponents stronger than him, all these things hit hard enough to break through Marcus' defense and can kill him. Beneath his cybernetics he's still human.

Hacking: Marcus can connect to the internet to receive, learn, and transmit data. It is possible for someone to hijack, access, and take control of this link, giving them free reign over Marcus' free will and thoughts. Someone would have to move fast though, as Marcus has naturally put as many safeguards and firewalls against that as he possibly could.

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Born the only son to a military family, Marcus' life was decided for him before he even had a chance. He would be a soldier, and he would serve the United States. With that goal firmly set and noted, Marcus would spend his childhood and adolesence preparing for that. ROTC, weights, rifle training, anything and everything that could make him a more effective soldier. When he was 18, he joined the United States Marine Corp, and took to it like a fish to water. In the five years he served, he rapidly climbed the ranks and had his own command, fighting in the name of the United States of America. He would be dishonorably discharged after an incident where he ruthlessly sacrificed civilians to gain the advantage against insurgents, winning the battle but resulting in staggering civilian casualties. Following his dishonorable discharge, and his family subsequently disowning him, Marcus turned to mercenary work, offering his skills to the highest bidder.

He fought all over the world during those days, gathering a squad of similar soldiers around him as he did so. Their increasing success rate and brutal, ruthless, efficiency would attract the attention of the Legion of Doom, offering to pay them very well to help them with a plan. Marcus and his squad agreed, and so it was that on E-day Marcus and his squad were on the frontlines of the real war. The war to conquer and topple as many vulnerable governments as possible. With supervillains and monsters beside them, his squad cut its way through most of South America, Asia, Africa, and Eastern Europe, being taken almost instantaneously to wherever they were needed most.

Marcus almost felt sorry for the poor bastards they were conquering. They never had a chance, as concerned as the League and major heroes were with the first world nations and the earth's safety overall. He didn't feel sorry enough to not pull the trigger however, and never hesitated. Not even once. With the third world nations subjugated, any signs of resistance being put to the sword, Marcus and his squad turned their attention to attacking the more industrialized nations.

After more bloodshed and violence, a much stiffer resistance being met by the super hero protected and well armed nations, a peace was signed. Rather than being freed from their contract, Marcus and his squad were offered an extension. Their were many heroes still looking to cause rebellion in the lands conquered by the Legion, and many nations that still needed to be destabilized. The Legion could use someone of Marcus's skill and morals. With a steady pay ensured, and a proper challenge guaranteed, Marcus and his squad agreed.

For the next five years Marcus and his squad would operate as assassins and black ops goons, eliminating targets both within and without of Legion borders that were causing trouble, and helping destabilize areas that were not within Legion control but were not firmly under League protection either. For his squad's successes, they were granted cybernetics, funding, and a permanent base of operations. Marcus took the most cybernetics of his squad, seeking to make himself a match for the various meta humans that walked the earth in more than just his mind. He is now more machine than man, and uses it to his full advantage.

Marcus is a man who is doing what he was made for. Combat and war seem to be his lifeblood, and he thrives in them. He is constantly seeking another opponent to put himself against, both physically and mentally, and relishes the challenge that super powered foes bring. There is an inherent unpredictability to everything involving combat, but super heroes increase that unpredictability tenfold. Especially when they are as organized as they JLU is. A simple mission to assassinate a meta human with fire abilities could turn into a fight for his life and a hasty retreat if they can summon a Kryptonian to their aid. That unpredictability, that danger, is what Marcus lives for. He is going to die on the battlefield, there is no doubt in his mind of this. But he wants to see just how far he can go, how far he can push himself, before he finally dies.

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Marcus has a squad of a dozen individuals, all cybernetically enhanced like him. They are all drawn from the Legion's armies, hand picked by Marcus himself for their ruthlessness and effectiveness in combat. He keeps the number at a dozen, replacing his lost soldiers as they die, finding that big enough to be effective but small enough to move quickly.

Marcus's base of operations is located in the mountains of Afghanistan, a fortress built into the solid rock. From there he and his squad deploy to wherever they're needed, train, build gear, and upgrade their cybernetics. It has a fully functioning workshop to build almost anything that Marcus could need, with a bay for requested resources to be brought in.

Spiritum - Reborn

Lori sat in the back of the truck, behind Galahad in the drivers cab, her back against the window. It was the most protection she could get from the wind, and provided the most places to grab whenever Setzer hit a pothole. Which was just about every damn second. She grimaced as the truck shook violently again, forcing her to grip the hand railing. "Whose idea was it to let Setzer drive everywhere again?" She wrapped her scarf around her face tighter, huddling into her jacket. It helped take the bite from the wind, but not much. Her bugs were all hidden inside her, safe from the whipping winds.

They learned early on in the trip to hide inside of her, lest they get left behind in a gusting wind of a truck going faster than they can fly. She chuckled at the slurred banter of Gideon and Setzer. Looked like everyone else was fighting the chill of the wind with liquid warmth. She laid a hand on her right forearm, touching the tattoo through her jacket. Barghest Squad. The craziest motherfuckers in the Citadel. Her family. Soon to be split up and sent across the front lines to fight in a war that thousands perished in every day.

Alright, enough of that. She chastised herself, giving herself a shake to clear those thoughts away. That was a long ways off, and right now she needed to focus on the moments she had with them now.

She shook her head as a bottle was offered to her, passing on the offer to drink. Someone needed to be sober with Setzer while driving along the road. Besides, there'd be plenty of time to get completely fucked up when they stopped finally driving for the night. She shook again as they hit another bump, grabbing the side of the truck. Perhaps, she thought being too fucked up to feel every single hit of this would better.

"Yeah if we don't fall apart after hitting every single pothole along the way!" She yelled back to their illustrious driver, grinning. She hoped their stop was only twenty minutes out. Any more particularly big hits, and they'd have to catch Zimmy before she flew out of the back. "Try to miss at least one, eh Setz?" She raised an eyebrow at Zimmy. The girl had been touching that new bracelet every so often, as if to make sure it was still there, since she had gotten it.

She wouldn't answer any questions about it either, after Lori finally wondered what was so important about a new fashion accessory. She grinned at her friend. "I can offer three shots of some really crappy whiskey, the donovyn coupons, the soothing sounds of nighttime insects and pretty light shows if you so desire. And! I can safely claim to be the best cuddler in this truck."

Spiritum - Reborn

Lori

Lorica 'Lori' Desitren
21 | 5'8" | O-

_{A P P E R A N C E}

Lean and hard, with edges instead of curves, Lori has the body of a woman who has been training almost her entire life to be a solider. Surprisingly, especially when one looks at her classmates, Lori's body remains scar free, as if she was unmarked by the years of harsh training. The feminine traits of Lorica's have been minimized by the decade long training program to be a WARDEN, though she tries to accessorize when she can with jewelry and makeup. Her hair, despite her best efforts when she was younger, seems to remain in that fluffy and upright position in almost any situation. Her slightly-too-large, glowing, eyes are often idly scanning and studying the area, a habit gained from fleeing a conquered country and her years of WARDEN training. Surrounding her at all times is a swarm of insects (similar to fireflies), flashing different colors at seemingly random. They react to her emotions, swarming angrily and buzzing loudly if she's infuriated, flashing rapidly and moving erratically if she's happy, sinking and flying slowly if she's sad, so on so forth. If one was to watch closely, they would see these insects occasionally land on Lori's body and crawl into a hole a little larger than 1/4th of an inch in diameter, disappearing inside of her. Lori's body is a living hive for these creatures, and she dotes on them, treating them as most would treat their dogs or cats.

Outside of her WARDEN uniform she prefers to wear long pants and jackets, her white scarf always with her.

_{P E R S O N A L I T Y}

Lori is a fairly friendly and chatty person, more than willing to and capable of starting conversations with complete strangers for nothing more than the sake of conversation. She likes people, and likes talking with them, even with those who would rather she didn't. She seems to find silence discomforting, and can be often found quietly humming to herself or singing a small song under her breath. A woman of high passions and powerful emotions, she isn't afraid to let her opinions be known and be known well. Most notably, she hates the Vangar with every fiber of her being. It is a burning fire that threatens to consume her entirely. They took everything from her, and she fully intends to make them pay for it.

This hatred is the driving force behind her. It fueled her during her training, kept her going when her body felt like breaking, and kept her awake when her studying exhausted her and threatened to overwhelm her. Its her source of strength. She can't fail, for then the Vangar would get away with all that they have done to her, and she won't let that happen. She intends to make sure they pay. All of them. In addition to her tendency to feel her emotions strongly and act upon them, this hatred has been noted by her instructors as a potential risk. While good for keeping her going against all odds, and for forming camaraderie with her classmates and allies, it can lead to reckless decisions and easy manipulation. Based on repeated lessons and warnings from her instructors, and the consequences she dealt with as a result of her lack of discipline over the years, Lori has achieved a modicum of control over her emotions and reactions. However, she still struggles with keeping that discipline at times.

When she's not devoting herself to preparing for killing the Vangar, Lori can be found studying the various animals and creatures that proliferate the world of Yerin. Animals, insects, even the monsters Etherium fuel attracts, are all of great interest and delight to her. If her homeland hadn't been conquered by the Vangar Empire, and she hadn't become a refugee in Rassvat, it is almost certain she would have gone into the field of zoology. As it is, she studies and researches the animals when she can.

_{B A C K G R O U N D}

Lori was born to the nation of Astran, to the tribe of Desitren. In the Astran Confederacy, each tribe had a unique bond with a creature, identifying them and their purpose. Their bond being with small swarms of insects, the Desitren tribe controlled the economy and functioned as the mercantile caste of Astran. Lorica spent her early years learning how to be a merchant and doing calculations. It was of little interest to a young Lori, preferring to spend her days playing with the animals her family had, and finding new ones to adopt. But she did it anyway, as it was her duty to her family.

This all ended when Lori was five, and the Vangar Empire invaded the Astran Confederacy. The Confederacy had kept on the Empire's good side by supplying their front lines with Etherium fuel from their own land, allowing Vangar troops through their lands with no resistance, and by virtue of being neither Levistone rich enough to warrant invading, nor militarily powerful enough to be considered a threat. When the old High King died, his successor was a staunch anti-Imperialist. He viewed Vangar, and all that it did, with disgust. He rallied his people, unifying them against the 'evil of Vangar'. He promised and end of Astran aid of the war fueled Empire. And an increase in the aid of those it was attacking. As soon as he took power he put a stop to all Astran support of the Empire. Any troops crossing the borders were attacked and killed. Etherium shipments were destroyed rather than fall into Vangar hands. These actions, while noble, would prove the end of Astran.

The Vangar response was swift and brutal. Within days they had invaded the Astran confederacy. After a short but fierce resistance, the High King died defending the capital and the always tenuous Astran unity shattered like glass. They separated into the city states they had started out as, and were all conquered within a month.

Lorica and her parents fled to Rassvet, as the country was still taking in refugees at the time. They would spend the next five years trying to adapt and fit in with the natives, ultimately failing. They couldn't bring themselves to forget about their homeland, and the resistance they heard rumors of in it. When Lori was selected to be part of the WARDENS, they seized the opportunity. They wouldn't be seeing her for a decade at any rate, and their homeland needed them. With a final goodbye, they sent Lorica off to her training and set off on their own journey back to Astran. It was the last time Lorica saw them and the last time she heard anything from them.

Lorica entered the Citadel with a burning hatred of the Vangar and a desperate need to prove herself as something more than just a refugee who fled her homeland as it fell. This would be a sore point for her for many years, drawing her ire and at times aggression to anyone who would suggest she wasn't skilled or dedicated enough. She would prove her dedication and skill through being the best in everything that the course offered. It didn't occur to her that this would be literally impossible.

For a few years, she was able to keep this going. Then she began to slip as the effort of keeping herself as close to the top as possible began to wear her down. In some cases, like with magic, she simply wasn't innately powerful enough to keep going. In others, like with melee and ranged combat, she simply couldn't divide her time to give them the attention needed. Eventually, as she continued to overstretch herself and slip farther and farther down in the class, she realized she couldn't be the best at everything. However, she didn't want to be weak in a particular area either.

As she progressed through the program and aged, Lorica would settle comfortably into the middle of her class in all of their tests and courses, neither excelling in any one thing, nor being particularly weak in any one thing. This was intentional. Rather than devoting herself to mastering one specific aspect of their training, or attempting to master them all, Lori dedicated herself to being effective in all aspects. She dedicated herself to being able to put into any role and be effective in it. Adaptability was her goal, and she did everything in her power to make that her main trait. She would be able to support her unit in whatever aspect it needed, whenever it needed it.

Her friendly disposition won her friends and allies over the years, just as her high emotions and strong opinions won her rivals and enemies. Some would applaud her for her passion and her energy. Others would despise her undisciplined emotions and uncontrolled reactions. She would get into many arguments, her emotions getting the better of her at times and causing her to say far more harsh and personal things than she intended. Sometimes, she would later go to them and apologize. Other times she refused too, burning that bridge as she did so. Regardless of their opinions of her, they could always trust that she was being honest.

Graduating comfortably in the middle of her class, Lori was eager and ready to go to the front lines and kill the Vangars. Before they were all deployed, however, she would leave the Citadel with a small group of her friends, going on a last trip before the uncertainty of war claimed them.

_{C O M B A T}

Lori is a jack of all trades fighter, going wherever the battle needs her the most. In one moment she could be on the front lines her twin gunblades wreaking havoc up close and at short range with just a squeeze of the handle. The next moment she could be in the back, helping suppress ranged enemies with her semi-auto rifle or pistols, another moment in the very back, taking down key targets with her sniper rifle, another moment and she could be casting spells to rain magical artillery down on their foes, summoning spirits or monsters to aid the fight, or healing their allies. Lori is neither particularly unsuited for any single task of combat, nor is she particularly suited. Many can best her in a specific area of battle, but few can match her in as many as she is skilled in. She can be put wherever the battle needs her, and thrive.

_{R E L A T I O N S}

Galahad: Hooboy. When they first met, Lori absolutely loathed Galahad. It was partially their personalities, his calm, icy demeanor grating her reactive, fiery demeanor, partially her interpreting his bluntness as arrogance, and partially the fact that no matter what she did Galahad would always be magically stronger than her. Lorica despised that fact, and did everything she could to prove it wrong, always chasing, and never even getting near to beating, him in terms of magical power. He was simply genetically more powerful, and she hated him for it. This would continue until they were 17; Lori would finally admit that, maybe, she had been unduly hateful to Galahad and he, probably, didn't deserve it. It was a poor and graceless apology for being a complete bitch most of their lives, but it was sincere. Since then, they have a solid friendship. While not particularly close, they have mutual respect for each other's abilities and trust each other.

Gideon: Gideon and Lorica are good friends. Their mutual agreement that Vangar should have been stopped sooner, and that Rassvet should have been doing much more before now, formed a solid common ground. The fact that he's a prince is meaningless to her, since he is not technically her prince.

Setzer: Funny story behind this, their relationship actually started when she punched him in the face at a drunken rager. He had said something insulting (or maybe she thought he did, she can't remember she was almost black out drunk), and her temper, on a hair trigger on good days, went off. In the resulting fight a good portion of the room was destroyed and so much hell was raised that instructors came in to break it up. After sobering up the next day, she marched over to where he trained in his CQC to demand a spar to prove that she was the better fighter. He agreed, and after a day of getting her ass kicked Lori went back to her bunk, nursing new bruises on her body and her pride.

She went back the next day. And the next. And the next, for their entire career in WARDEN training. And while she never beat him in a fair physical fight (she did, however, cheat a few times and use magic to give her an edge), her skills in CQC sharpened considerably and the fights became less 'Lori gets her ass kicked' and more actual sparring. Over the years Setzer and her would become close, both opening up about their pasts to each other. A few years of this, and a few casual flings later, and they have a tight bond.

Lee: Lori is slightly protective of Lee, having been one of the few to notice his depression and tried to help him out of it (though, admittedly, her 'help' was random animal facts she thought he'd like and stupid jokes in an attempt to make him smile), and notice his change afterwards. When he eventually snapped out of it, she was always down for helping him with his pranks or jokes. Both highly opinionated and not afraid to state those opinions, she and he would get into frequent, loud, and passionate arguments about various topics. Eventually this turned into a tradition where one would walk up to the other, declare a random topic of debate, and then start arguing for one side. The other would immediately take the other stance. Throughout the years, they figured out which topics were too touchy with each other to lightly debate, and formed a strong friendship.

Zimmy: Kindred spirits, Lori and Zimmy hit it off strongly and fairly easily. The two would get into shenanigans together throughout WARDEN training, as Zimmy perfected her distraction and movement spells. Lorica, in return would help Zimmy with her combat skills, and attempt to reassure her that her parents wouldn't be disappointed, and that no matter what happened, they'd have each other's back. Zimmy played an instrumental role in helping Lorica get more control over her emotions and her knee jerk reactions to them, being far more laid back and relaxed than Lori herself.

Katarina: Lori hated Kitty (though not as much as she hated Galahad) in their early days together. The other girl's spoiled and whiny attitude drove Lori up the wall, especially considering that Lori herself had lost everything and had almost nothing until the WARDEN program came along. When Kitty finally accepted her fate as a WARDEN, the two would become closer. While not as close as Lori is with Setzer or Zimmy, the two are fairly good friends.

_{N O T E S}

Lori and her swarm are tied together on both a magical and physical level. She offers protection, a home, and a source of energy and food for them. In return, they give her access to magic, aid her when they can, and help keep her body operating at peak performance. They are directly tied to her body's homeostasis, immune system, healing process, almost every physiological aspect of her. Lori almost never gets sick or infections, and recovers very quickly the few times she does. So tightly intertwined are they, if one of the pair dies or is separated from the other, the other will die.

The people of Astran are, by themselves, completely incapable of processing the Astral Mist. Historians and scientists disagree whether this is a side effect of the bonds they share with their creatures, or if it has always been this way. One thing is true, the creatures convert the Mist into magic, allowing their bonds to use it, and are how Lori (and her fellow Astrans) use the Mist.

In addition to providing her access to magic, Lori's swarm offers a couple extra benefits in return for using Lori's body as a living hive. She has advanced healing, as the insects inside her can repair light damage done to her, aid the process of longer healing, and stabilize her from potentially mortal wounds long enough until actual proper treatment can be done. She can use her swarm as advance scouts, being connected with them on an intimate level and sharing information fluidly.

In her spare time, when she's not studying animals, Lori can be found working on math for fun. She finds numbers interesting and oddly comforting. Perhaps this is just a remnant of her parents attempting to make a merchant out of her, and a way for her to feel connected with them, but she is very good with numbers and budgeting, and has several apps and games on her phone that simulate running a business.

Lori also likes to cook. A passion she only discovered when it was covered in WARDEN survival class, she used it as another way to relax during training. Some say she is good at it, while others argue she uses too much spices and seasoning.

Phosphoros

WIP

Name: Natack Onah 'The Pale Scorpion'

Sex: Male

Place of Origin: The very edge of Baccum.

Appearance:

Standing at 5ft 9in, covered in strange symbols tattooed on his body in bright red, and scars that appear to be self inflicted, at first glance Natack appears to be a traditional Baccumese presented to the outside world. Upon further examination, differences begin to appear. His eyes never stay the same color. One moment they might be brown, look away for a moment and they're blue. They appear to switch at random, and with no warning. Rather than the wiry, thin, body his fellows have, Natack's has the build of a warrior, more akin to a Kortharan than a Baccumese. Occasionally, one can catch him muttering to himself, as if holding a conversation with many other people, head twitching at times.

Psyche: (distinctive characteristics or qualities that form your character’s… character)

Skills:

Spirit Magic: Natack can use the souls in his body for a few things, like healing, scouting, allowing great warriors to possess him, or simple communication with them to see if they noticed things he did not, or could not.

Traditional healer: In addition to the healing magic the spirits of his tribe allow him, Natack is skilled at traditional healing, with herbs and wraps.

Punch knife fighter: Natack is skilled with his two punch knives, relying on agility and speed to get him inside an enemy's guard, slam a knife into their weakpoints, and then out before they can retaliate.

Equipment: Two punch knives seen in appearance, a bag of herbs (both medicinal and hallucinogenic) and ritual devices, and a small sack of rations.

Bio: (a brief account of how your character acquired their skills and became the person they are now)

Barebones WIP, but I've gotten started.