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The Legend of Zelda: Decedents of the Hero (OPEN)

Yeah, umm... I'm that kid in the backseat that's all fidgety. So...

Are we there yet?

Are we there yet?

Are we ther... <smack>

Justice League: Futures End

Maxus-El is now officially in the CS section. Send me a notice when he's good to come in, if you would, please.

All hail the Son of Empress Maxima and Crown Prince of Almerac! Just ignore the fact that Almerac's a smoking pebble, and the remaining loyalists live in clusters of ships and a series of planetoids. But hey, they might rebuild! You know, if they can find a habitable homeworld no one's claimed yet, or re-terraform Almerac.

Mere details.

Justice League: Futures End

Introducing the (hopefully) One and Only:

Maxus-El

Hero Archetype: Inspired by Maxima

Name: Maxus-El

Alias: None taken yet, waiting to earn/be given one.

Age: 18

Team: YJ

Powers:

All of Maxus-El’s powers derive from his Almeracian/Kryptonian physiology. Many of his powers derive from Psionics and Telekinesis, the genetic gifts from his mother; whereas others have been incorporated into his bloodline from his Kryptonian heritage, and as such are based on Solar Energy Absorption/Storage. At present, he has little experience absorbing radiation from a yellow sun. As he becomes more acclimated to it, more powers will arise from his Kryptonian heritage. As some of these powers overlap, they will reinforce and strengthen each other.

Force Field – Maxus-El can create a personal force field fitting closely over his skin. It incorporates a micro-environment, capable of sustaining his life even in outer space and provides amazing protection against physical attacks, even moreso against energy/radiation. This power is passive in nature and instinctive.

Telekinesis – Maxus-El has developed this ability in specific ways. At present, it is merely tactile until further developed. He can use it as a physical booster, temporarily increasing his strength to superhuman levels (up to 50 tons maximum weight, 1/5 Superman's carrying capacity). Additionally, he is a very proficient flier, achieving speeds comparable to commercial airliners of the day.

Telepathy – Line of sight, or greater if the subject's mind is known/previously contacted. Maxus-El is still learning fine control, but so far he is able to see through somebody else's eyes and/or establish and maintain a mental rapport with a subject well known to himself much farther out. As an interesting note, he has learned to use his telepathy to rapidly assimilate language skills from any mind with which he has contacted, giving him a superhuman Linguistics ability.

Heat Emission, Eyes – Maxus-El is capable of concussive “Heat Vision”, capable of searing through osmium steel. This is a trait common to both sides of his heritage, and will likely be the first ability to increase in power as his body adjusts to Earth’s sun.

Durability – Maxus-El has inherited his mother’s durability. While not true Kryptonian Invulnerability, he is superhumanly durable. In time, this ability will develop in the same manner as his other overlapping powers.

Solar Regeneration – The first true and purely Kryptonian power that has manifested in Maxus-El, he has the benefits of Regeneration and Self Recovery so long as he is in the presence of solar radiation. It speeds the process by which he heals on a cellular level and purges his body of impurities. Though unaware of it at this time, this power also maintains his physical integrity, keeping him in top form and giving him unforeseen longevity.

Weaknesses: Kryptonite. While it will not physically weaken or kill him, the radiation will displace any stored solar energy from his body, removing his access to powers originating from, and weakening overlap powers that are reinforced by, yellow solar energy.

Personality: Prideful, balks under the thumb of authority. Raised on stories of his biological father, he tries to do what is right. Considering that he was raised by his mother, Maxima, it has influenced his personality away from the Superman ideal.

(Brace yourself, DBZ analogy:) Think Vegeta, after joining up with Goku's group later on in the series and mellowing.

Appearance: Maxus-El takes after his father greatly, if not exactly; he is his mother’s child in the details only. He has black hair of middling length and bright, green eyes that tend to trail red energy when readying for combat. He is slimmer of build than his father, but still very toned and athletic. Unless additional uniform or gear is provided, he will be garbed in the black, gold and white uniform of an Almeracian Imperial Elite Soldier, devoid of rank insignia. Cape is flowing and white, detachable for less formal affairs. A gold-on-black symbol of the House of El can be found on his shoulderpiece, if somewhat abstracted, the Imperial Seal on the other.

Brief Bio:

The Almeracian Royal Family had maintained its superiority and gained its powers thusfar by carefully planned and acquired couplings and/or arranged marriages for millennia. Maxus-El is the result of the coupling of Maxima and Kal-El.

His biological father is unaware of his existence, and remains so. During his upbringing by Maxima and the few loyalists not destroyed alongside their civilization, he was raised to be a combatant, trained in weapons of all kinds, tactics, history, hand fighting, and technology. He is an accomplished pilot of multiple craft, atmospheric or spacecraft.

Most importantly, Maxus-El was raised as a Prince, despite the fact that his mother was deposed and Brainiac destroyed their homeworld. Nonetheless, he retains the privileged status as the rightful Prince of Almerac, with the attached education and attitude. An interesting addition to his education, that his forebearers did not have – he was taught from an early age the stories of his father. Invariably, they make him out to be the Paragon of All That Which is Good and Right, an unparalleled Champion of the People. It was Maxima’s wish that he grow to one day be something like him.

Unaware of the goings on with Brainiac and Metropolis, Maxima sent her son away to meet his father and join the Justice League. His heritage and training should have given him instant membership, she figured, but the idea went away the moment Maxus-El saw what was going on. He drafted himself into service with the JL, allowing them to place him where they saw fit so long as he could lend his expertise to the cause. While not ideal, he was placed with Young Justice. Maybe it was a trust issue; his mother has a checkered history with the group.

Despite his training as a leader, he is willing to step back (at least for a while), owing to his novice status on the planet, let alone the team.

Notes:

Maxus-El has yet to receive a Hero Name. Not that he needs one to protect his identity, as he doesn't have a secret identity just yet, nor protect his loved ones, as he hasn't any on Earth. All the same, he wants one. Just fits with the interesting cultural practice on Earth.

When flying, unless trying for maximum speed and terrain permitting, Maxus-El tends to adopt a standing posture with arms crossed. It gives him a very superior, "looking down upon the ants below" vibe.

The craft he used to get to Earth is stashed far away from the action, and can be accessed in person or remotely by a piece of wearable tech. The ship's name roughly translates to "Almerac Imperial Vessel - Resolute". It can be easily accessed by one of Almeracian heritage (or their assistance), otherwise more than moderate effort is required. It is a personal conveyance, the equivalent of a luxury-class corvette; but it boasts an impressive communications and defensive package, including weapon systems and cloaking. The Resolute has serviceable living quarters for a crew of five, though it only requires one to fully operate. Sadly, with technology being easily corrupted by Brainiac, it had been sealed away along with the remote device.

Immigration laws being what they are, Maxus-El is currently (in the broadest term possible) an Illegal Alien. But seriously, try to deport him.

His telepathy has a lot of room to grow. At present, he is working on the ability to link several minds, providing a silent, small unit communication network untouchable by technological countermeasures.

Forgotten Realms: Tales of the Dead

Keystone smiled as best he could, given his directed course of action (and the dwarf-to-man conversation he'd had with Rocksteady) as Saran fired off question after question about their upcoming travel.

"It's boring out there, most of the time. I'm mostly findin' myself walking for days an' weeks on end, shouldering a full pack. When I'm alone, anyways. Bandits're a real concern, but they don't like attacking people in numbers, on the usual. Why I wanted to get with a caravan, y'see. Either poor and alone, or with a large, armed group. Best ways to go. Just be advised, Miss Saran, there are those what would try to take advantage of a woman on the road, unless you put some fear into 'em. Real fear, or something sharp, into 'em."

His thoughts shifted to what he had seen personally, being fairly new to this area of Faerun, "We're not nearing war, as I'm aware. And we're on a major trade route. Road's safer, least during the day. Nighttime, may have to get creative."

The next morning found Keystone honestly surprised that he was the last to wake. He had meant to get an early start. With urgency in mind, readied himself for the day to come.

In the main room, Keystone neatly folded his black, wool coat and set it on top of his pack, taking the opportunity to retrieve his stash of coins. Good but Expensive didn't bother him much, he would just sell them back when he returned. May still be a loss, but service rendered, he would pretend that he was merely renting the animal.

He coolly regarded Saran and the newcomer Red Wizard, a trace of suspicion hinted in his glance. Instead of addressing Grom, Keystone gave him a nod and replied to Saran, "Yeah, horses. Let's see to them after I'm back from Kai's, then that other stop we were discussing yesterday. Looking nice, by the way. I'd cover that richer clothing if I was you, once we get out there. Borrow my coat if you like."

As the tall Magess's attention turned elsewhere and Kaylee made her wrecking ball appearance, Keystone closed his eyes involuntarily and winced, forcing his mind back to proper order. As if to cover for his sudden, growing alarm, he made a pained request in his mindspeak, "Ow! Just a touch quieter, little Kaylee. Haven't had morning tea just yet, today..."

"Miss Saran, I'd 'preciate a talk on our plan in the workshop, if we could."

Outside, in view of Avar, Keystone shared his concerns with his potential traveling partner, "Look, here's what's what, and there's not room to move on it: If I start acting ...not me... on this trip, or gods forbid do something aggressive at you," he looked Saran straight in the eyes, to make sure she was focused on his words, "I need you to kill me. Understand?"

Keystone looked to Rocksteady, calm but intently serious look on his face. "If you have something that'll help her do that, I'd be obliged if you'd lend it to her. Don't tell me what it'll be. I can't know. Call it insurance."

"Something else, Saran, and I mean this kindly - Maybe your man Grom should come with instead. I don't want to separate you from your family, and if I'm putting anyone's life in danger I'd prefer it be some pointy-hat I don't care a copper shaving about. Our deal still stands, I'm splitting my profits with you all when I'm back, though we may have to three way it if that Grom fella's up for it."

"Look, talk it over while I'm off to Kai's. Then it'll be horses, graveyard, and you lot can yell at me, much as you please. Deal?"

Keystone left his finances with his pack, and set out to acquire his new armor. The short walk in the unseasonable, foggy air was enough to make him wish he'd brought his wool coat with him instead of lending it to Saran, but he shook the thought away. It was quickly replaced by another, creepier thought; a wave of unnatural fog heralded the coming of something horrible, last time he experienced it.

His pace quickened, and did not stop until he had arrived in front of his armor.

It was a lovely item, well measured and fitted, despite its creator only having met him the one time. He slipped the coat over his arms and shoulders, experiencing the weight and feel of it. Methodically, he buckled it together. The errant pugilist gave a flex here, stretch there, satisfied with the product.

"Many thanks, Master Kai. Beautiful work, this. I'll likely be talking to you again come soon, luck permitting."

Keystone exited the premises and cast a wary glance around himself. Slowly, he pulled his hood up and made his way back to the Rocksteady Forge, preparing to accept whatever hornet's nest he stirred up with his parting words.

Justice League: Futures End

Submitted for assimilation by Brainiac approval by the League:

Maxus-El

Hero Archetype: Inspired by Maxima

Name: Maxus-El

Alias: None taken yet, waiting to earn/be given one.

Age: 18

Team: YJ

Powers:

All of Maxus-El’s powers derive from his Almeracian/Kryptonian physiology. Many of his powers derive from Psionics and Telekinesis, the genetic gifts from his mother; whereas others have been incorporated into his bloodline from his Kryptonian heritage, and as such are based on Solar Energy Absorption/Storage. At present, he has little experience absorbing radiation from a yellow sun. As he becomes more acclimated to it, more powers will arise from his Kryptonian heritage. As some of these powers overlap, they will reinforce and strengthen each other.

Force Field – Maxus-El can create a personal force field fitting closely over his skin. It incorporates a micro-environment, capable of sustaining his life even in outer space and provides amazing protection against physical attacks, even moreso against energy/radiation. This power is passive in nature and instinctive.

Telekinesis – Maxus-El has developed this ability in specific ways. At present, it is merely tactile until further developed. He can use it as a physical booster, temporarily increasing his strength to superhuman levels (up to 50 tons maximum weight, 1/5 Superman's carrying capacity). Additionally, he is a very proficient flier, achieving speeds comparable to commercial airliners of the day.

Telepathy – Line of sight, or greater if the subject's mind is known/previously contacted. Maxus-El is still learning fine control, but so far he is able to see through somebody else's eyes and/or establish and maintain a mental rapport with a subject well known to himself much farther out. As an interesting note, he has learned to use his telepathy to rapidly assimilate language skills from any mind with which he has contacted, giving him a superhuman Linguistics ability.

Heat Emission, Eyes – Maxus-El is capable of concussive “Heat Vision”, capable of searing through osmium steel. This is a trait common to both sides of his heritage, and will likely be the first ability to increase in power as his body adjusts to Earth’s sun.

Durability – Maxus-El has inherited his mother’s durability. While not true Kryptonian Invulnerability, he is superhumanly durable. In time, this ability will develop in the same manner as his other overlapping powers.

Solar Regeneration – The first true and purely Kryptonian power that has manifested in Maxus-El, he has the benefits of Regeneration and Self Recovery so long as he is in the presence of solar radiation. It speeds the process by which he heals on a cellular level and purges his body of impurities. Though unaware of it at this time, this power also maintains his physical integrity, keeping him in top form and giving him unforeseen longevity.

Weaknesses: Kryptonite. While it will not physically weaken or kill him, the radiation will displace any stored solar energy from his body, removing his access to powers originating from, and weakening overlap powers that are reinforced by, yellow solar energy.

Personality: Prideful, balks under the thumb of authority. Raised on stories of his biological father, he tries to do what is right. Considering that he was raised by his mother, Maxima, it has influenced his personality away from the Superman ideal.

(Brace yourself, DBZ analogy:) Think Vegeta, after joining up with Goku's group later on in the series and mellowing.

Appearance: Maxus-El takes after his father greatly, if not exactly; he is his mother’s child in the details only. He has black hair of middling length and bright, green eyes that tend to trail red energy when readying for combat. He is slimmer of build than his father, but still very toned and athletic. Unless additional uniform or gear is provided, he will be garbed in the black, gold and white uniform of an Almeracian Imperial Elite Soldier, devoid of rank insignia. Cape is flowing and white, detachable for less formal affairs. A gold-on-black symbol of the House of El can be found on his shoulderpiece, if somewhat abstracted, the Imperial Seal on the other.

Brief Bio:

The Almeracian Royal Family had maintained its superiority and gained its powers thusfar by carefully planned and acquired couplings and/or arranged marriages for millennia. Maxus-El is the result of the coupling of Maxima and Kal-El.

His biological father is unaware of his existence, and remains so. During his upbringing by Maxima and the few loyalists not destroyed alongside their civilization, he was raised to be a combatant, trained in weapons of all kinds, tactics, history, hand fighting, and technology. He is an accomplished pilot of multiple craft, atmospheric or spacecraft.

Most importantly, Maxus-El was raised as a Prince, despite the fact that his mother was deposed and Brainiac destroyed their homeworld. Nonetheless, he retains the privileged status as the rightful Prince of Almerac, with the attached education and attitude. An interesting addition to his education, that his forebearers did not have – he was taught from an early age the stories of his father. Invariably, they make him out to be the Paragon of All That Which is Good and Right, an unparalleled Champion of the People. It was Maxima’s wish that he grow to one day be something like him.

Unaware of the goings on with Brainiac and Metropolis, Maxima sent her son away to meet his father and join the Justice League. His heritage and training should have given him instant membership, she figured, but the idea went away the moment Maxus-El saw what was going on. He drafted himself into service with the JL, allowing them to place him where they saw fit so long as he could lend his expertise to the cause. While not ideal, he was placed with Young Justice. Maybe it was a trust issue; his mother has a checkered history with the group.

Despite his training as a leader, he is willing to step back (at least for a while), owing to his novice status on the planet, let alone the team.

Notes:

Maxus-El has yet to receive a Hero Name. Not that he needs one to protect his identity, as he doesn't have a secret identity just yet, nor protect his loved ones, as he hasn't any on Earth. All the same, he wants one. Just fits with the interesting cultural practice on Earth.

When flying, unless trying for maximum speed and terrain permitting, Maxus-El tends to adopt a standing posture with arms crossed. It gives him a very superior, "looking down upon the ants below" vibe.

The craft he used to get to Earth is stashed far away from the action, and can be accessed in person or remotely by a piece of wearable tech. The ship's name roughly translates to "Almerac Imperial Vessel - Resolute". It can be easily accessed by one of Almeracian heritage (or their assistance), otherwise more than moderate effort is required. It is a personal conveyance, the equivalent of a luxury-class corvette; but it boasts an impressive communications and defensive package, including weapon systems and cloaking. The Resolute has serviceable living quarters for a crew of five, though it only requires one to fully operate. Sadly, with technology being easily corrupted by Brainiac, it had been sealed away along with the remote device.

Immigration laws being what they are, Maxus-El is currently (in the broadest term possible) an Illegal Alien. But seriously, try to deport him.

His telepathy has a lot of room to grow. At present, he is working on the ability to link several minds, providing a silent, small unit communication network untouchable by technological countermeasures.

Titans of Gotham [Spots Available!]

Just Hit Play

Seriously, start almost anywhere in the two or so hours and let it fly.

Rick Ashley's around the 2:15:00 mark, btw. :P

Indecision played on the features of the masked Luchador. Not that anyone would know, the hairy youth wore that mask every moment of his life. They were all told very directly to stay put, but that was before the situation changed.

Massively.

Their elder trainer, while possibly still able to mop the floor with his team, was caught out there underneath a sky blotted dark by Owlbeasts. Not just the owl creatures, but their former teammate. This could spell trouble unless the cavalry arrived, and quickly.

Hastily, El Sasquatcho hit his last train of thought with a mental eraser, and tried repeatedly to overwrite his unspoken misstep about Ves. She wasn't a "former" anything. She was still their friend and colleague. The great Argonaut just had her head hijacked by some people, is all. Some people that, if met under the right circumstances, El Sasquatcho would be using the back of their skulls in which to serve menudo. After being properly challenged and summarily splatted, softball bat style, on the nearest hard surface.

He straightened, and solemnly moved to recover his armor. As he donned his protective gear, he spoke aloud, so that all those crowded in the main room could hear his voice as they gazed at the television or looked out and to the skies, "Our friends are out there. Both of them. If Señor Wildcat is correct, and we are the next targets, they'll be coming here anyway. Let's suit up."

El Sasquatcho traded out his mask last, adjusting the vocal augmenter. "If they come in here, or we can lure them indoors elsewhere, they lose their advantage of flight. The cavalry will know exactly where to find us. Let's give our friend a warm welcome.

The hairy luchador jogged into his quarters and sat in front of his laptop for a scant minute, just enough time to punch in a YooTube search and bluetouth it to the PA and his personal electronics. Something Vesta would like. Something El Sasquatcho could move to. Something that may remind the wayward Amazon of the last time they had fun together, and crammed many spicy wings back.

Activating his earbud communicator, he attempted to contact Wildcat, unsure as to whether he even had his with him at the time. It seemed of little matter. The convenient timing in which the attack started seemed to point toward a coordinated effort to single the team out, if they were indeed the next targets of this mysterious group of villainy.

El Sasquatcho shook his head and pressed the PLAY icon on his machine, routing the link and blasting the remixed sounds of the 1980's to the various devices and speakers at their disposal. Whether they stayed to defend or took the fight outside, some of her favorite music would follow, an unorthodox but touching background to their work which must be done; the fighting theme of the reluctant but determined combatant, the cheerful juxtaposition of electronic melody over the sounds of heartbreak and battle.

With tears welling in his chocolate brown eyes, he whispered in a hoarse, augmented voice, "Revolución, mi amiga. Let us dance."

Titans of Gotham [Spots Available!]

Betting on holidays. All of my RPs, here and elsewhere, have ground to a halt. I wouldn't bet on meaningful progression until sometime next week.

But yes, humanoid man-owls tend to brown my undershorts.

🦄 Duplicity - D&D Style Fantasy Rp Adventure (Completed)

@Experiment 249

"Orcish War Horn"? That's an apt descriptor I hadn't thought of. Mind if I borrow in the future?

🦄 Duplicity - D&D Style Fantasy Rp Adventure (Completed)

Johnathon Keystone

Location: Crossed Swords Inn & Tavern

Interacting With: Femnal

So, they did know it was him... And he had tried so hard to be subtle. Sooo very hard. A multitude of potentially sarcastic responses swirled in Keystone's head as he descended the last few stairs. He opened his mouth to speak one aloud, but thought the better of it.

Truth be told, Keystone had been in this situation before. Not quite as publicly, but it's not like he hadn't done socially upsetting things in full view of the citizenry before. At least this time, he was clothed. Not wearing pants makes many situations worse, he'd discovered in hindsight. Now, for this instance, he knew how to handle it.

"Yellow Sulphur, little squire." he intoned, voice flat and seemingly disinterested. "Any chemist'll have it, or a really good culinarian'll powder some yolks. Touch a little to fire. Air the room. Problem solved." Though detached, his words carried the feel of certainty and experience in the matter.

He sauntered up to the bar and lay a silver coin in front of him. "Now, if my coin from earlier's no good," he narrowed his eyes at the bubbly proprietor, "This'll have to cover my drinks tonight. I'll be havin' an ale, then. Bigg'un." His solid underclass accent seemed bolstered by irritation.

"And I'll be looking for opportunity to recover my losses. Got talents to trade with, y'see."

Forgotten Realms: Tales of the Dead

"On the mornin' then, Master Kai."

Keystone turned heel and left, weaving back through the amassing crowds, hands in pockets to discourage unrequested attempts to lighten his cumbersome burden of coin. Though he was likely a little shorter with the leatherworker than intended, the errant brawler had tasks to perform before the day was out.

He spent a copper coin or two on the way back to the Rocksteady Forge, base items like salt and fresh cream. Another gold coin on something brown and flammable (of more or less decent quality) for his benevolent host, then straight back. He still had to finalize the evening meal, and there should still be three ducks slow roasting that required his attentions.

Nearing the forge, Keystone reviewed his "to do" list. Get through the evening meal, see where Saran was with finding her replacement, sleep. In the morning, pick up his armor, get horses and tack, buy supplies. Perhaps head east, perhaps wait until first light.

From the looks of his near future, a drink or three might be in order.