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Star Wars - Banshee Down

<Snipped quote by Birdboy>

It does seem like a large portion of the crew consists of old alcoholic men

@Half Pint

Most of the RP is just our alcoholics in a bar, until the Empire’s blockade stops the import of new alcohol and we drink the bar dry.

Star Wars - Banshee Down

@Colonel Sep
Hey, I know it’s silly, but my brain’s a bit funky and I didn’t actually see if see if you said you accepted my character, or just liked it.

DC Reborn

Speed Demon

Character / Concepts Used
Flash • John Constantine

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Name: Barry Allen

Alias: Speed Demon

Age: Early 30s

Personality (five words): Snarky • Reckless • Loyal • Profane • Restless

Alignment: Anti Hero

Archetype: Supernatural

Powers

Occult Velocity (The Speed Force)

Barry is bonded to an ancient extradimensional current known as the Speed Force. It is not scientific in nature. It is a predatory mystical presence that exists within motion itself.
He does not channel it.
He hosts it.
The Speed lives inside Barry’s bio electrical impulses. Every neural spark and muscle contraction carries velocity.

• Superhuman speed and reflexes
• Extreme acceleration
• High speed perception and reaction time
• Friction immunity while in motion
• Momentum manipulation, converting impacts, falls, and collisions into propulsion
• Kinetic redirection, using recoil, explosions, and physical force as movement vectors
• Enhanced durability while moving

A permanent lightning shaped Lichtenberg scar spreads across his chest where the Speed entered his body. The scar is always warm to the touch and faintly luminous when he accelerates.

Mystics perceive a second presence riding within him, too fast to clearly identify. Whatever inhabits Barry exists as motion given hunger.

Conservation of Momentum

The Speed resists stopping. It wants motion preserved.
Barry has learned he can slow himself by transferring velocity into something that can move.
People. Vehicles. Debris. Structures with give.
His fighting style reflects this:

• Running tackles
• Shoulder checks
• Grab and spin throws
• Launching enemies
• Redirecting bodies into other bodies

He is not just attacking. He is offloading speed.
If he strikes something that cannot absorb that momentum, such as Superman tier durability, anchored constructs, or immovable targets, the transfer fails.
Momentum rebounds.
Barry ricochets.
He becomes the projectile.
Charging heavy hitters is dangerous and forces him to rely on angles, terrain, and indirect engagement.

Skills / Equipment

Occult Knowledge

Barry retains extensive practical knowledge of ritual magic, demonology, warding, and banishment theory.
However, he can no longer perform rituals himself. The Speed destabilizes stillness and symbolic alignment. He can advise, translate, and prepare circles for others, but his own spells consistently fail.

Braking and Mobility Gear

Barry engineers around his inability to stop.

• Reinforced riding boots with aggressive tread and retractable heel spikes for emergency braking
• Grip plated elbow pads allowing him to drag an arm against pavement or walls to bleed speed and carve tight turns
• Compact urban climbing axe or piton hybrid with tungsten tip and shock absorbing grip, used to hook structures, bite into concrete, arrest falls, pivot around corners, or act as an emergency anchor

He routinely uses boots, elbows, and axe as three separate braking systems.
Stopping is violent and leaves scars on the environment.

Other gear includes:

• Armoured riding gloves
• Minimal body armor under street clothes
• Charms, chalk, salt packets, lighter, and whatever happens to be nearby

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Weaknesses

• Addicted to speed. Prolonged high velocity states erode memory, restraint, and identity
• Stillness causes withdrawal like symptoms including tremors, agitation, and intrusive urges
• Overuse leads to disorientation, physical collapse, and memory gaps
• Vulnerable to powerful magical containment or reality anchoring effects
• Reckless personality frequently overrides self preservation
• Heavy, immovable opponents can turn his own momentum against him

Barry fears losing the Speed.
Barry also quietly wishes he could.

Arch Enemy
Eobard Thawne. Except this one is a Divine counterbalance to Barry’s speed.

Appearance

Lean, wiry build with constant kinetic posture. Barry rarely stands fully still.

A branching lightning shaped Lichtenberg scar spreads across his chest, marking the point where the Speed entered his body. It remains permanently warm and occasionally glows beneath the skin.

His signature attire includes:

Red leather long coat
Worn even before gaining his powers, originally his working occult coat. Over time it has been upgraded with abrasion resistant lining, impact thread stitching, and kinetic dampening in the shoulders and spine. The hem bears scorch marks from repeated high speed friction. When Barry runs, the coat flares violently behind him like a wound in the air.

Skull motorcycle helmet
Originally taken from a biker thug during his first unstable night post ritual, worn to hide his identity. It has since been rebuilt repeatedly to survive his speed, featuring reinforced composite shell, polarized visor hidden behind the skull’s eye sockets, internal HUD, and shock absorbing padding. Inside are etched fragments of binding glyphs and motion sigils, not to control the Speed, but to remind Barry who he used to be.
He also wears armored gloves, reinforced boots, and grip plated elbow pads.

Brief Bio

Barry Allen was a back alley occultist, solving hauntings and binding spirits for rent money.

During a summoning ritual meant to banish an extradimensional entity, Barry opened something far older instead.

The Speed Force answered.

It did not possess him.

It moved in.

Barry now exists as a living conduit for velocity itself. His nervous system was rewritten into a permanent unresolved invocation. His bio electricity is no longer human. The faster he moves, the more the presence within asserts itself.

He can no longer perform ritual magic. Standing still long enough to cast is agony. Instead, Barry solves supernatural problems with momentum and dark humor.

Operating as Speed Demon, he saves civilians, mocks cosmic horror, and keeps running, even as motion slowly eats him alive.

He runs because stopping lets the passenger breathe.

Notes

• The scar is hot to the touch and subtly disrupts nearby magical fields
• Mystics perceive Barry as a walking unresolved summoning circle
• Humour is a grounding mechanism. Silence makes things worse
• Barry fears losing the Speed, but secretly longs to be ordinary again

Star Wars - Banshee Down

Name: Rhett Calder

Species: Human

Age: Late 30s

Appearance:
Rhett Calder looks like a man who does not heal cleanly. He has shoulder-length dark hair, usually worn loose and tied back only when a situation turns serious. His face is marked by constant stubble or a short beard, kept more through neglect than intent. He wears dark sunglasses almost at all times, concealing a mechanical prosthetic eye beneath.

His clothing is civilian and understated. A dark, tailored armorweave suit that looks closer to heavy cotton than armour, worn and scuffed from use. He carries himself with a subtle stiffness, favouring old injuries, and moves with the economy of someone who has learned exactly how much pain he can function through.

Equipment:
RSK-44 blaster pistol
Vibroknife, concealed for close-quarters use
Tailored armorweave suit, civilian cut and blaster resistant but not heavy armour
Mechanical prosthetic eye providing low-light assistance and depth correction only
Dark sunglasses to conceal the prosthetic and obscure eye movement
A small black hair tie kept in his jacket pocket

Abilities (For Force Users):
Not applicable. Rhett Calder is not Force-sensitive.

Skills:
Close-quarters combat using Teräs Käsi principles applied pragmatically rather than ceremonially
Close-range blaster fighting and weapon transitions
Hand-to-hand grappling and joint manipulation
Situational awareness and threat assessment
Intimidation through presence rather than theatrics
Urban survival and familiarity with criminal spaces
Able to continue functioning while injured, though at clear physical cost

Weaknesses:
Not Force-sensitive and vulnerable to overwhelming Force abilities
Takes hits he should avoid and pushes through injuries rather than disengaging
Old wounds reduce stamina in prolonged engagements
Alcohol as a coping mechanism, controlled but present
Not a planner or commander, performs better reacting than leading
Deep self-loathing limits self-preservation instincts
Will abandon or violently end contracts if personal lines are crossed

History:
Rhett Calder was born into slavery. His mother was owned, and he was sold shortly after birth into criminal hands. He was raised as labour and muscle, trained from a young age to be useful rather than valued. Violence became a skill before it became a choice.

As an adult, Calder worked security and enforcement for smuggling operations connected to local crime syndicates. One early job revealed its true cargo to be slaves. Calder executed his employer on the spot, freed those he could, and walked away from syndicate work. The incident barely registered beyond a few circles. Syndicate bosses die frequently, and the galaxy is large.

Since then, Calder has survived as a mercenary and bounty hunter without illusions about morality. He does not seek redemption or crusades and understands one man cannot fix the galaxy. Instead, he draws lines he will not cross. Slavery and the exploitation or harm of children are absolute boundaries. If a job crosses them, it stops being a job.

Now semi-retired on Tregallon, Calder keeps a low profile and takes occasional work to survive. When the situation surrounding Banshee Down unfolds, neutrality becomes harder to maintain. Calder does not see himself as a hero or a good man. He sees himself as the result of cruelty and refuses to allow others to be shaped the same way, even if it costs him.

Dispatch: Heroes of Claremont

Ethan Cross - Vector

"Character quote here. Show us some personality!"

Age: 32

Appearance: Ethan Cross cuts a sharp, understated figure—tall, lean, and built for movement rather than brute force. His dark hair is kept short and practical, usually tousled as if he never quite stops moving, and a faint scar along his right cheekbone hints at a past spent in dangerous places. Steel-grey eyes carry a constant, assessing focus, rarely revealing more than they need to. Off duty, he favors simple, functional clothing—dark jackets, fitted shirts, and boots that won’t slow him down. He doesn’t look like a superhero. He looks like a man who knows how to survive.

Role at SDN: Phoenix Program

Background: Ethan Cross didn’t start life with a cape or a calling. Growing up in the tougher neighborhoods of Claremont, he learned early how to move through crowded streets and tight spots with an uncanny sense of where the exits were before anyone else even noticed the danger. As he got older, his gift for finding his way out of trouble became something darker — a way to slip into places he shouldn’t be, take what he wanted, and disappear before anyone could pin a label on him. No one could explain how he did it, but his ability to cut through distance without being seen slowly earned him a reputation in the city’s underbelly: a ghost where there shouldn’t have been one, a thief who didn’t leave footprints.

His descent wasn’t cruel, just calculated. Ethan avoided violence when he could, and when he couldn’t he walked away with only the slightest of scars — reminders that he wasn’t invincible. But the distance he could cut between points made him nearly impossible to catch, and it wasn’t long before law enforcement and the Superhero Dispatch Network both saw him as a problem that couldn’t be contained by patrols or barricades. When they finally cornered him in an abandoned warehouse, it was clear his talent for vanishing from danger was more than mere luck — it was something deeper, something no one understood, not even him.

Caught and charged with a litany of high-profile thefts and evasions, Ethan was offered a choice straight out of a dispatcher’s playbook: rot in a Coldwater facility, or sign on with the Phoenix Program and serve the city he once robbed. Standing in a sterile SDN interview room, he didn’t speak of redemption or remorse. He spoke of movement — of turning his instinct for survival into something useful for others. The Phoenix Program didn’t cleanse him of his past; it repurposed it. And so Ethan took the offer, not because he suddenly believed in heroism, but because for the first time, he saw a way out of running.

Now, under the code name Vector, Ethan walks a thin line between his past and a future the city still doesn’t fully trust. In the field, he doesn’t boast or preach — he simply closes the gap between danger and safety, extracting civilians from threats with surgical precision. He still doesn’t understand why space yields to him, or why the world lets him show up where he’s needed most, but each call answered and life saved chips away at the old reputation. The mask doesn’t hide who he was — it focuses who he is becoming.

Hero/Villain (if applicable)

Appearance: Vector’s Phoenix Program suit is built for function over flair—sleek, matte black with subtle graphite-grey paneling that breaks up his silhouette in low light. Thin, pale lines trace the seams of the suit, marking the invisible “vectors” he moves along when compressing space. The fabric is lightweight and flexible, reinforced at the joints to handle sudden, unnatural shifts in position. His mask is minimal and angular, concealing his identity while leaving his lower face visible for communication with civilians and teammates. A compact utility harness rests against his lower back, securing his karambit blade and essential gear without restricting movement. When Vector appears in the field, there’s no flash or spectacle—just the quiet, unsettling certainty that the distance between danger and safety has already been erased.

Powers: Vector possesses an anomalous ability to compress the distance between two points along a straight line, effectively “shortening” space itself. Rather than moving at superhuman speed, the space in front of him simply yields, allowing him to appear at his destination in an instant. To observers, this looks like blindingly fast movement; to Vector, it feels like stepping through a softened gap in reality. He can use this ability for rapid repositioning, surface-to-surface movement, and precise extractions, even bringing others with him safely. In combat, he exploits the sudden collapse of distance to strike from blind spots with surgical efficiency. Vector does not understand how or why this power works—only that space itself seems willing to move aside when he focuses on where he needs to be.

Crimes (If Villain): Arthur was a professional thief.

Likes:
• Clear objectives – He works best when the mission is simple: get in, get people out, end the threat.
• Quiet rooftops – High places, open air, and a moment of stillness between calls.
• Precision gear – Well-maintained tools, sharp blades, and equipment that does exactly what it’s meant to.

Dislikes: List some things your character dislikes
• Unnecessary violence – If a situation can be ended cleanly, he sees no reason to make it messy.
• Being underestimated – Especially by people who only know his criminal record, not his results.
• Crowded chaos – Dense, panicked environments make his spatial ability harder to control

Quirks:
• Hates elevators.
Too slow. Too enclosed. Too many variables. He’ll take the stairs, the roof, or a jump across a gap before stepping into a metal box.

• Speaks in short sentences.
Not rude. Just efficient. He wastes no words, especially in the field.

• Doesn’t like being touched without warning.
Not aggression—just reflex. His body is used to moving before thinking.

• Keeps old maps.
Paper ones. City layouts from before the skyline changed. He studies them in quiet moments, memorizing routes that no longer exist.

Stat Specialisations:

[[STAT ALLOCATION (13 Total Points):

Combat: 4
Vigor: 2
Mobility: 4
Charisma: 1
Intellect: 1

Dispatch: Heroes of Claremont

You still accepting?

[Ryke] Cainbell Barony - Recruitment

“Thought experiments” He said as he rubbed his chin. “I am more of a follower, than a thinker, young Miss.” Timothé pondered the question. Looking up at the rail system above him. Playing out the scenario in his mind.
The way he looked at it, ten people were going to die regardless. Pull the lever, lessen the suffering.
“I am assuming there is no way to derail the trolley in this particular scenario…” he lowered his gaze to meet eyes with Meredy. “I am unfamiliar with how fast the trolley can decelerate, so stepping onto the track to cause an incident where they must stop is probably also out of the question, no?”

“Then I must pull the lever. A quick death is better than suffering.”

[Ryke] Cainbell Barony - Recruitment

“It’s Timothé, Ma’am” He corrected her. He followed a step behind her.
“I can’t say I’ve ever been to Clockhaven. My business and training never ventured to the area.”
He grasped the list. “Now this list mentions, caution of a chocolate man? Is that a Chocolate Maker, or a man of chocolate complexion?” He said folding the list up and placing it in his breast pocket.

[ʀʏᴋᴇ - ᴀʀʙᴏʀʜᴀᴠᴇɴ] 𝑅𝑜𝒶𝒹 𝑜𝒻 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝑅𝒶𝓂𝒷𝓁𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝑅𝑜𝓋𝑒𝓇: 𝒞𝒶𝓃𝓉𝒶𝒸𝓁𝑒 𝑜𝒻 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓊𝓃𝓈𝑒𝑒𝓃

Shiki had left the bar, venturing into the storm after one last drink. He didn’t wish to spend the coin on a room. Even with the heavens crashing down outside. Instead he ventured out into the night, stumbling as he trekked.

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The next morning Shiki made his way back to the tavern for breakfast. Looking a bit worse for wear. Clothes damp. Hair unkempt.
He sat down by the hearth. He looked up at the Inn Keeper.
“Sorry, the door was open. You taking guests yet?”
He plucked a bit of hey from his hair and tossed it into the hearth.
He had spent the night tucked away in someone’s stable. Having snuck in during the storm late the night before. Having forced himself awake early to leave before being found.

[Ryke] Cainbell Barony - Recruitment

Taking a seat in the carriage. He looked Meredy up and down. She sure seems to have an attitude. He hoped once she became familiar with him, it would die down. “Do you intend on getting in many fights?” He retorted to her question about fighting ability. “It isn’t the main focus of duties and trainings, but I have been trained enough self defence techniques to ensure my client’s safety should something arise.”

He glanced out the window to watch the landscape moving past. “Though I would advise caution. It would be much easier for me to protect you if you don’t try and start a fight with every ruffian you meet.”
Timothé turned back to look into Meredy’s eyes. “Besides, as they say, there is always a bigger fish.”