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Create-A-Hero: A Superhero RPG Season 2- New Horizons (Closed)

Decided to leave this RP, I'm afraid. Wrote Skyler out of it, so no one needs to worry about his involvement, anymore.

Good luck, everyone.

Create-A-Hero: A Superhero RPG Season 2- New Horizons (Closed)

The Museum

Struggling to his feet, Skyler stumbled forward in a breathless and desperate attempt to escape the scene. Clawing at the grass, the boy pulled himself up and took one step after another, black flames swirling around him as he attempted the grand escape. Clenching his teeth, Skyler managed to develop his stride into a full sprint, bolting away from the museum and catching more than one glance as he did, though cared little for whom gazed back at him.

Nearly falling over several times along the path, the boy kept running with an infernally induced adrenaline. He could not compare this feeling of helplessness to anything he has felt before, not at all. Nothing even came close. In fact, this was all a mixture of fight and flight. Part of him wanted to spin around and blanket that scene in hellfire, a sense of anger filling him to the brink. Luckily however, the boy managed to cling to his humanity for long enough to escape.

Eventually falling to his knees upon a concrete floor, far away from the museum's bounds, the pain echoing through his kneecaps all but faded in the breathless anxiety which had come to overtake every inch of Skyler's consciousness. Finding himself below a stone bridge, further away than he would have expected, the boy noticed how his flames were starting to die out. Leaving that scene, leaving the danger and the chaos behind had doused his fires as if that was what fueled them. With a heavy, exhausted breath, Skyler leaned against the moss covered stone wall and slid down to the floor. This was remote, it was good. How long had he been running? The rapidly beating heart in his chest was nothing to go by as it had been pounding against his ribs like a jackhammer ever since the museum. A reasonable estimate was however north of five minutes. He had been running for five minutes straight. Yes, that explained how he almost felt ready to barf the small amount of food he had managed to digest.

"Seeing you like this is...disheartening." A voice came, stealing Skyler's attention like an ember in the dark. Soothing, much like that of a mother's caress, the voice reached him with a soft tune as a woman made her presence known. Her voice would however fade in the shadow of her appearance. She looked like Skyler himself, her gray skin and tail easily visible beneath the shadows of the bridge. Her clothes appeared to be that of nobility, no, royalty. Black with gold embroidered linings, her attire belonged within the confines of a heavily guarded castle, not in front of a broken boy who had found himself below a bridge.

Without another word, the woman lowered herself to a knee in front of him and placed her hand along the boy's shoulder. In reaction to her touch, his flames died out entirely, and instantly. With wide eyes Skyler gazed upon her, unable to utter even a word as he met her warming smile. "We've been looking for you for a very long time. Come, it is time to go home."

As if enchanted by her visage, Skyler's broken spirit could not hope to resist her, but even so, she continued to speak. "Everything will become clear, you have my word. We Efreet stick together, and you have been by yourself for long enough." Before the woman could continue, a familiar bark greeted the two as Mushroom had made his way to Skyler who could only manage a soft, tired smile in response, his hand making its way towards the dog's gentle fur. "Who am I to separate a boy from his companion?" The woman continued with a chuckle. "Now then, let us be off." Conjuring a swirl of white, rather than black flames, the woman engulfed the three in its embrace and left nothing behind as the female Efreet shifted then from their location, taking them far away.

Star Wars: The Circle of Space

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Create-A-Hero: A Superhero RPG Season 2- New Horizons (Closed)

Thanks

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Eh. not really in the mood to GM an rp right now.

Create-A-Hero: A Superhero RPG Season 2- New Horizons (Closed)

Alias:
Seraph.

Speech Color:
fff79a.

Character Alignment:
Hero.

Daily Occupation:
Doctor.

Identity:
Secret.

Character Personality:
Calm, collected and soothing, Mikha’il appears to possess an otherworldly harmony emanating from the celestial serenity surrounding him. Polite, maybe to a fault, and honorable, it would be safe to categorize Mikha’il as noble and a gentleman. He doesn’t appear to possess a zealous attitude towards anything, and seems to be at peace no matter the circumstances. Surely, there is something less than human embracing his gaze. Being an angel, Mikha’il radiates with heaven’s serenity and appears above many worldly worries but does not stray from showing compassion to those around him. A Seraph, Mikha’il has a sworn duty to defend the innocent as a guardian of light, and strike down the foes created by ill intent.

Compassion is indeed something one could brand Mikha’il guilty of. As the words state, Help Thy Neighbor, the angel does not hesitate to rush towards those in need of aid. As planet earth is a nexus of disaster, misery and otherworldly threats, Mikha’il stands as a barrier between the innocent and those whom would seek to harm the planet.

Chivalrous as the knights of old, Mikha’il bears himself with a sense of purpose, a will to serve those who cannot aid themselves in the face of adversity. Whether extending a healing touch, or wielding a celestial sword, Mikha’il appears to remain within a sense of harmonic bliss, something which easily washes over those around him.

Uniform/costume:
Sealed within a ring Mikha’il bears on his finger, is a set of full angelic plate along with his sword which can all be summoned at will, as long as he has his ring. Made by a smith of the celestial realm, Mikha’il’s ring is indeed one of a kind, and acts as a storage more so than anything else.

Mikha’il's armor consists of divine plate mail shimmering in the light, its white color reflecting the shine cast upon it. Complimenting his grace, the armor appears thin and lithe, licking his slender frame from plate boots to chest plate. As is common within the angelic descent, Mikha’il's armor is beautifully ornate with golden engravings stretching across its entirety.

Wrath

An angelic blade infused with divine energy, a weapon which can damage and kill the servants of darkness, such as the undead and demons.

Appearance:
Flawless, angelic, divine and beautiful, it is what one should expect from an inhabitant of Heaven, the Abrahamic celestial realm. A slender frame rivaled only by legends and myth of beauties beyond this world, Mikha’il walks with a sense of passion known among his race, for those who have knowledge of the angelic. Weightless steps bring him forth, fair skin and violet eyes peering back at whomever would regard his shape. Mikha’il would bring the assumptions mortals claim towards his angelic brethren to fruition, indeed. Rather than bulky muscles, a lithe body yields the same results due to his celestial blood.

Dressed in simple attire to blend in with the rest, Mikha’il does not sport any impressive clothes or a measure of wealth. Of course, bound by the celestial laws of Heaven’s strict pace, Mikha’il is not allowed an abundance of material possessions as a guardian of mortals. Rather, his focus should remain on those in need.

The most striking feature Mikha’il possesses apart from those enchantingly violet eyes would be his pure white hair, something which is highly uncommon and unheard of upon those of his apparent age somewhere in south of his twenties.

Much like the painting, Mikha’il does not possess an abundance of mortal requirements such as facial or body hair, neither does he appear to have any scars. He does however possess a belly button, hinting at angelic pregnancy being a truth.

Mikha’il’s voice is, in a word, melodic. It falls on the ear with ease and caresses the senses of those it touches, another addition of his celestial heritage. With singing being a large part of his civil interests, many would agree that they grow rather enchanted by his music. Falling into the stereotype quite strongly, Mikha’il uses a harp when he creates his music, as well as an accompanied voice to the divine instrument. It is not uncommon for him to sing to those he treats before they pass on to the other side.

Age:
Biblical, appears to be in his early twenties.

Origin Info/Details:
Stepping through the fog with blade in hand, Mikha’il had his feet bring him past the strewn corpses decorating the ancient battlefield. A flag moving in tune with the ever blowing breeze revealed the Anglosaxiskan empire with colors and creed, a multitude of soldiers repainting the once blossoming green grass. Lowering himself to a knee, the angel gently traced an armored hand across the mutilated frame of a young boy forced into war. He was not the only one, not the last, not the first. On both sides, men and boys had been brought into the conflict by a decree they knew nothing of, to fight for a king they had never met.

With a soft breath, the angel's touch emanated a warming light which closed the wounds though did little in returning the boy back to life. It was never the intent, but rather to prevent his passage from looking so very grim. "Would you deny him the truth of his demise?" A voice came, echoing through the air with a celestial clang. Mikha’il did not turn to see who it was that had greeted him, neither did he proceed with haste in offering a response.

"His loved ones will one day come and find him here, accompanied by his many brethren. I wish only to spare them the sight." The angel offered, ascending back to his feet before turning to look at the archangel Gabriel whom had blessed Mikha’il with his presence.

"A Seraph." Gabriel continued, raising an eyebrow. "You were recently promoted to captain due to your skills in combat, yet you denied the position. Why?"

"I am no leader, Gabriel." Since an age of biblical proportions, Mikha’il had displayed a nearly unmatched level of swordsmanship, though he would not fool himself. The angel had been a soldier within the celestial army since his creation, as was the purpose of his existence, but a leader of units he was not.

"Micheal would not make a mistake, Mikha’il." Gabriel reminded his younger sibling, placing a hand along Mikha’il's shoulder.

"Then he is more confidant in my abilities than I am, old friend." Ever since Mikha’il was a mere recruit in the celestial army, and before then as well, the man was humble to a fault. He never overstepped, he never spoke out. One should not however mistake the divines for a place of absolute purity, however. The divine military was lead by an iron fist.

"You have been assigned the assault of Pandemonium, why do you remain?" Gabriel continued, motioning towards his surroundings. Heaven and Hell, like the stories and myths had forever spoken, were at war. It was impossible to tell just how long it had been escalating but as a Seraph, it was Mikha’il's duty to be on the front lines in one of the elite squadrons. Time and time again the man had been offered a position of commander, but each time he refused. Was it truly a humble posture or was he not confident enough to have others under his care? In either event, even as a boy Mikha’il displayed a will to protect those around him as a comrade rather than a leader.

"Yes. The war continues, the infinite conflict." Mikha’il sighed, turning his gaze towards the heavens before a set of large celestial wings appeared on his back with a windy gust accompanying their conjuring. "Let is be off, Gabriel. I pray that one day, battle is not our only purpose."

"Prayers are for mortals, Mikha’il. We do not possess that luxury." Gabriel finished, straightening himself out before with an angel's flight, ascended into the air.

Hero Type:
Angel.

Power Level:
Worldly.

Availability:
- Mikha’il is able to heal even the most gruesome of wounds given enough time and energy. Including severed limbs.
- Mikha’il has the ability to heal himself and others.
- Mikha’il powers are not limited to wounds. He can also heal illnesses and other similar ailments, including effects caused by other mutations.
- Mikha’il can heal people a short distance from himself without needing to touch them.

Passive:
- All of Mikha’il powers are automatic on his own body. However, the more damage he sustains, meaning the more he will heal, the less energy he will have to heal others.

Limitations:
- Mikha’il does not have an unlimited supply of energy. The more gruesome the ailment he needs to heal, the more energy it will require. Without rest, overusing his powers will cause Mikha’il to faint.
- Mikha’il cannot bring people back from the dead with this power. Once a person is brain dead, they are beyond the ability of healing.
- Mikha’il needs to concentrate to heal others, meaning in a heated situation he'll have great difficulties.
- Removing curses and the like requires Mikha’il’s powers to be on the same level or higher to manage.
- Overusing his powers will cause fainting.
- Since Mikha’il’s powers are automatic within his own frame, he cannot shut off his own regeneration. The more damage he sustains, the less energy he will have and in turn, he won’t be able to heal others.


Availability:
Being an angel, Mikha’il can travel to the various forms of an afterlife spread across the multiverse and retrieve souls claimed from the mortal realm. This journey does however take time, and the inhabitants of such planes do not always take kindly to angelic intrusion.

Using this ability, Mikha’il has to physically transport himself. Teleporting to the otherworldly realms is not a difficult feat in itself, but once there, he will have to locate the lost soul and more than probably fight his way towards it.

Limitations:
This power transports Mikha’il to another location entirely, and from there, he will have to traverse the realms of death which is more often than not a perilous journey. He can be killed himself within the afterlife, and it can take anywhere from an hour to an eternity to bring back who is looking for.


Availability:
With this ability, Mikha’il is capable of summoning a set of ethereal, white feathery wings which allows for flight. Being ethereal, the wings phase through clothes and armor.

Attributes:

Height:
5’7”.

Weight:
100Ibs.

Strength Level:
Angelic, (Peak Human).

Speed/Reaction Timing Level:
Angelic, (Peak Human).

Endurance at MAXIMUM Effort:
Angelic, (Peak Human).

Agility:
Angelic, (Peak Human).

Intelligence:
Average.

Fighting Skill:
Melee Weapons:
Mastered.

Ranged Weapons:
Novice.

Resources:
Average.

Theme Songs:
Combat:
"Prepare thine self."

Everyday:
"Divinity upon thee."

Moved.

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Create-A-Hero: A Superhero RPG Season 2- New Horizons (Closed)

The Museum

"I hear you, Ben..."

Stopping dead in his tracks, the boy felt as if paralyzed, his feet unable to move with eyes wide from the sudden voice echoing through his mind. "Ben..." The boy's thoughts returned, his teeth clenched before his body released the tension which had been building up inside. For a moment, the chaos seemed to pass him by unnoticed, as if he had been dragged out of the abyss by the voice of a loved one. Yes, a loved one, indeed. "Ben, I'm sorry...I..." Shifting his demonic eyes from The Barron and towards Benjamin, Skyler found himself as if enchanted by the wolf's ocean blue gaze. For the first time, the two locked eyes, gazing into each other's souls as the beasts they were. School days had come and gone, but their connection never came to be. Skyler's ceaseless hunger for the wolf's attention, his affection, his love, it was only now being met with a response, now in the deepest pits of depravity.

Once more trembling from fear and anxiety, Skyler's ravaging advance as the demon he was reached an abrupt halt. "H-hurt...yes..." The Efreet's thoughts continued, boiling tears forcing their way out of his eyes before dripping onto the ice covered floor, causing the frozen water to evaporate in steam. "Ben...it...it hurts so much..." Unable to shield himself from the influx of images pouring into his mind, Skyler's momentary calmness came to an explosive end. Abuse, neglect, hatred, sorrow, misery, devastation...death. The images came flooding and it all ended with Skyler's sister set ablaze beneath the same flames now tearing through the walls.

Taking a step back, the boy shook his head in disbelief, his eyes never leaving Benjamin's heavenly visage. "I'm sorry, Ben. I'm sorry..." Finally regaining enough control to spin around and dash out of the room. Though the flames ravaged on, they were starting to die out due to Skyler's unstable state of mind.

It didn't take long until he fell down to his knees on the grass outside, his claws holding onto his head as the boy screamed out in a demonic cry. A scream of anguish and pain washed over him, the hellish flames which had been encircling him sporadically spinning around the boy. He was unable to prevent the tears from making their way down his cheeks, the wave of emotions too much to bare. Joining the screaming with anguished cries, Skyler was feeling the loss of control seeping into his infernal rage, though wasn't able to retract their advance. His powers were simply too powerful for him to manage effectively and started to grow in size around him.

Like a bonfire, the Efreet was engulfed in his black fire, the flames creating an infernal orb which encased him inside. At this point, it was quite clear that this orb was imploding, getting smaller before it would eventually explode and more than likely consume the entirety of the museum along with the blast. Sixteen years of pent up flames were forcing their way out of their owner all at the same time, and the devastated creature within their embrace was all but helpless to halt their approach.