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Felix had returned to his flat, deciding to skive off his lecture as this was more important. Technically his family owned the whole building, it was a townhouse built by one of his uncles who moved out to America in the eighteen hundreds. It was left to the family aftrr he died of unknown, but messy, causes. Admittedly the place had barely been updated since it was first built, however it made up for the lack of modern conveniences by being built over two minor leylines. Perfect for warding against the clan's more than mundane enemies.

Currently he was checking the Identity Ward, a defensive spell designed by Great Uncle Merlin during the fifteen hundreds to hide their bloodline. Brilliant spell crafter, dumb as a brick when it came to women. According to the family journal he got tricked and turned into an oak tree like the original Merlin. The ward was burned out, along with many of his more delicate defences. It seemed someone had unleashed a powerful burst of magic in the city. Great.

Judging by the intensity, and the malevolence eminating from the aftershock, it wasn't a nice type of magic either. So it was either some idiot messing with something they shouldn't and unleashing evil magics... or something broke through regardless. Either way he should probably let someone know. Bourke was from a line of dhampir, she'd probably believe him. He dialled her number on his phone.

"Yo Hack!" Felix said, "It's FF. Something big from our side has appeared, shorted out my wards. Just a heads up."

@Shellshock
"Oh I heard she was quite attractive." Felix replied, giving another grin. It was amusing to mess with her, and she was definitely pretty when embarrassed. Plus her boobs were quite soft. "Though she wasn't probably nearly as beautiful as you. After all a fantasy of some lunatic is nothing compared the the bared truth of reality, as the abstract painting is no match for the sunrise after a storm."

As he flirted, his eyes flitted through the book. His hand twitching as the scent of Magna was making his battle instincts flare up. Penhand running on autopilot, he offered an apologetic smile to the woman opposite.

"Sorry, I suffer from ADD. If I'm not doing at least three things simultaneouly I get antsy."

@MsMorningstar
Felix was broken out of his reminiscing by the arrival of Ruth. A momentary flicker of recognition was all that occurred seeing his sparring partner as Fire Fist. Magna was vicious in a fist fight, especially when in her big form. The cogs in his head were turning at lightspeed, thinking of how to mess with her.

"Oh, this is just a minor assignment. I tend to think better when multitasking." Felix explained, giving a mischievious smirk, "One of my friends told me about this woman who grew to fifty feet, completely shredding her clothes. I was wondering if it was due to a shift in density or possibly using some form of unknown molecule. Of course, he could be lying, I mean a fifty foot naked woman? Sounds like someone's horny dream."

Closing the book on metahumans, he got up to replace it with a book on the history of unarmed fighting in Europe. It was always good to see what the Americans had to say on the subject.

@MsMorningstar
Felix was currently in his university's library, reading a book on the history of Mega City and a book on metahumans. While writing a paper on the impact of tomb raiders to archeology. His Atttention Defecit Disorder had been a part of ever since he was a child. It was useful as hell in combat, as his brain was wired for the fast paced action, but in civillian life he require at least three things to do at once else he started to get antsy.

He still had a lecture to attend at three o'clock, which was why he was still at the college. Some of the other students who worked for Arrowcaster might shirk their studies, but he wanted to actually pass his exams. Then again Count Hackula built a battle robot so she probably doesn't need to study.

Thinking back to last night he smiled. It wasn't a pleasent smile, more the grin of a cat that has caught a mouse. He was out on patrol alone, as Fire Fist, when he came across a group of thugs doing a drug deal in one of the warehouses on the docks. Adrenaline pumped through his veins as he dodged the bullets, using crates, barrels, even some of the thugs as cover. Once he got in close, it was a dance of death... sans the actual death for the most part. For kost, he simply broke their arms and legs. The ones who managed to hit him, even glancing blows, weren't so lucky. There where three of them, the first got lucky with a snapped neck. The second had his ribs shattered so he would internally bleed to death. The third was the last man standing so he could take his time. He used a pressure point to seal off his throat so he choked to death. Before leaving, he used small bursts of energy on his fingertips to burn his sign on the last guy's chest.

Good times.

Belphagor opened his eyes, and his aura burst forth. It was a crimson red, tinged with black. The world seemed to grow to a blinding halt within the room. The man seated on the throne was nothing special in terms of height, but was bulky with all manner of restraints attached to him. He looked into the intruders eyes and found something amusing in them, the man was linked to another.

He summoned one of the Warlocks, knowing that the timetrapped intruder was relaying everything that happened. Much to the shock of those there, he reached into his chest and pulled out a red coin with a dragon symbol.

"You are either brave or foolish to come here alone. You are fortunate I am in need of entertainment." As he spoke, a coinslot formed over the Nobody's heart, and he slotted in the coin. It began to convulse and form into a red humanoid dragon holding a spear. The eyes of the former Nobody glowed with malice.

"This minion contains one ninth of my power. Let's see how long you last alone."

As he said that, he pulled back his aura and the dragon began to assault the swordsman. The demonic being watched from his throne of bones as the animalistic creature charged at the opponent, hijacking the telepathic bond the man had to send a message.

"Bring the others here or I will kill him."

@Shoddy McCoy
[color=8dc73f][/color]Occupied Paris, Abandoned House

@ShadowVentus

"Oh right... you're human." Zane said, crushing one of the frost shards into a glass of water, "Sorry, I'm used to making potions for my partner. Fire Saints like the heat. Here, drink this, it should help your throat. Would offer you some honey, but it seems we're in a warzone."

Zane put the glass down, making sure to seem non-threatening... well, as much as you can while being clad in a suit of armour. Taking a seat in one of the non destroyed chairs, he began to explain.

"My name is Zane, I'm sort of an involuntary world hopper due to a bit of curse magic from a dark god. Jokes on him though, I ripped off his jaw. I've been stuck jumping between heartless invasions for nigh on six months now.
"I dropped in on your world to find one of the Black Coats attacking you. Those guys are freak'n evil. I think they wanted to turn you into a vessel of something or other, not sure of the details, but I took umbridge to that. I was forced to retreat by forcing the world hop early and dragging you with me. Sorry about that, the Inbetween is not a habitable place. Currently we're on a world about 500 years further ahead than yours... in Paris."
Secret Identity – Felix Vulpecula

Codename – Fire Fist

Age – 18

Appearance -



Powers – Limited use of 'magic', though a more accurate term might be energy manipulation. He has a core inside his body that draws in ambient energy and converts it into the type he can use. Has a slight regeneration power though it feeds off of his energy core.
A black belt in karate, as well as a student in several other schools of martial arts. Has combined his knowlege of karate, muai tai, and energy manipulation to form his own fighting style called Bakuken, which condenses the energy into coils around his legs and arms to increase the power of his punches and kicks. The coils create explosions when flexed, allowing him to potentially manoeuvre in mid air.
Is currently studying history at university.

Weaknesses – Bakuken is an unfinished style, and the explosions injure Felix each time they are used.
Requires periodic release of his energy else his body won't sleep.

Personality – Witty, Secretive, Playful, Chaotic
Experience – 17 Days
Day Job – Student

How did Arrowcaster find you? He found Felix testing out his Bakuken.

BRIEF Bio – Felix had been absorbing energy from a young age. Back then he was a much bigger handful as he lacked the self control learned from martial arts. His parents started him on karate at the age of six, sending him to a local dojo in the hopes of taming the overenergised kid. With an outlet for his vast energy, Felix flourished in the art, earning a black belt by the age of twelve. He also decided to research different styles of martial arts to make his own style. The first time he manifested his energy was at fifteen. A thug tried to mug him and pulled out a gun. Before the guy could shoot him, a burst of energy came from Felix, brutally burning the guy. It was horrific and enlightening for Felix, as it was another part of himself to master. So began his foray into creating the Bakuken, or Exploding Fist, style.

How will your character be different one year later? An increased mastery of the Bakuken means he would be able to control his explosions so they don't harm him, which would lead to him being able to fight in three dimensions.

Sample Post –
Breathe in. Breathe out. Focus the energy, feel it coil around your arms. Tighter, tighter still, keep going until you feel the energy become unstable. That's it, almost there. Good, now PUNCH!

The resulting explosion blew Felix off his feet, but that was secondary compared to the pain now shooting up from his arm. His hand was covered with burns and... yup, those were broken fingers. Pulling the fingers back into their correct positions, he wrapped up his hand in the bandages he had brought with him for this exact eventuality, wincing all the while. Once he had finished he looked over the warehouse he was using for practice. Hey, was that a support beam he hit... crap.

Grabbing the meagre possessions he brought with him, he ran as the creaking of a near toppling building rose until...

Snap.

The warehouse caved in on itself, nearly burying Felix along with it. Note to self, less coils in the future. Just as he thought things couldn't get any worse, Arrowcaster showed up.
"Uh... I can explain?" the youth said.

Fortunately, the hero wasn't going to arrest the youth, instead offering him a spot on their team. He accepted, mostly because he figured they had a decent med bay for any hiccups he had while refining his style.
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