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    1. Siti 10 yrs ago

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> > Also I hate the new formatting. Quoting people is weird now. > > Really? I just hit reply. Yeah, but like with what I did in the other post, I had to break it up to reply to different people or talking points. It used to mark who said what so it was less of a mess. Or I could be confusing this forum with another…it's been a long couple days haha
> Titanpad with me a bit while I work on a micro and an opening IC post? I'm bored out of my mind… I would've but I didn't catch this in time :( > You could bring in Quicksilver since that game doesn't appear to be going anywhere with only five people posting their CS's, but I really dig the chick in the hood. > Oh, no. I REALLY like Shade. She's a badass. > I'd say stick with Shade, we never got to see much development from her before the break. Alright I'll keep her going then. I'm gonna keep Burt on reserve though, because I do really like him too. > Powers based in negative temperature? > > I don't know what you've got in mind, but that almost sounds dangerously close to stepping on Frostbite. It wouldn't be anything to do with ice. I had a conversation with a friend about it recently, cause he likes to talk physics when he drinks too much. Basically, when things drop under absolute zero, the energy/entropy properties flip. This char would do things like be able to fly, because negative temperatures cause matter to react in opposition to gravity, be able to fire beams of energy because of high energy, and be able to make things cold. Also I hate the new formatting. Quoting people is weird now.
I keep peaking. Hoping and praying haha
> Siti I'd have to do your girl from scratch but she doesn't look too complicated. I may take some liberties as always and as I mentioned above I'm toying with color schemes ATM as well but if that's cool then I'll make one for ya and to go along with another new sig image. > > ~KL~ Yes please. Take any liberties you want haha I just really like them. Also > Right now it's invite only. Other than that I'm just looking for more traditional superheroes… > > ~KL~ If you want I can leave my archer behind if she's too plain and bring over either Quicksilver from MMC or I had another idea for a hero with powers based in negative temperature from a science experiment gone awry...
> Also KL, what do I have to get one of those cool micros? If you have the time, of course. I absolutely had the same thought.
**Name: ** Sarin Aboev **Alias:** Shade **Age:** 17 **Sponsor:** Black Canary **Personality:** Sarin is disciplined. She sticks to plans and does so without complaint. She's quiet and contemplative. With her, there's no beating around the bush with difficult topics of conversation; she's direct. She has little patience for people who bemoan challenges or following a goal. **Powers:** Shade has no superpowers, but is extremely well trained in kyūdō (Japanese martial art of archery) and khridoli (Georgian martial art). She's keen with a bow and has a small arsenal of trick arrows including rope arrows, bolo arrows, anchor arrows and smoke arrows. Her bow, a long relex bow, is made of an extremely dense material that prevents damage and makes it a viable weapon alongside a curved blade with a length between a short-sword and a dagger. She speaks Russian, Georgian, Ossetian, Japanese and English fluently and is passable in Chinese. **Weaknesses:** She lacks any sort of healing aspect that other heroes may have, meaning she's vulnerable to wounds. While strong, she's also rather slight so those villains who have a size advantage on her may find it easy to pin her in isolation. Sarin also has a weak spot for people who are struggling to survive under threat of some power such as a mafia or gang and will make an effort to put a stop to it without hesitating, which could distract her from a true goal. Moreover, though Black Canary is her sponsor, their relationship is tenuous because of Sarin's original trainer and mentor, Shado, who caused turmoil in the Canary's relationship with Green Arrow. Sarin, however, sees this turmoil to be the result of ill placed jealousy and a sign of weakness. **Appearance:** ![](http://media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/63/ac/bd/63acbd72296d11c559ee803ee38b32fe.jpg "") Sarin is petite. She stands at 5' 3" and 110lbs and has endowment to match. She has thick, jet black hair that she keeps at about chin length. She has heterochromia, with one eye being brown and the other being an icy blue. On her left side, under her arm, she has a tattoo of the proverb "Mze abnele ghomes ar abraleb" -- "Do not blame the sun for the darkness of the night". She wears a skin tight, but armored black suit with a leather shoulder guard and quiver over her right shoulder, and a hood with a face mask. She has a thumb ring with a string catch that's made from lapis lazuli, matching the color of her blue eye and providing accuracy in release when firing arrows. Her bow is a tall relex bow made from an unknown material that keeps it unbroken and provides an amount of drawstring force that rivals most high tech compound bows. At her hip, she wears a belt with a hilt for her blade. Her black gloves are reinforced at the knuckle with with mercury sealed in pockets in the leather, working like brass knuckles and her boots are steel-toed. **Brief Bio:** Sarin was born and raised in rural Georgia near the town of Mleta in the region of South Ossetia. Her mother and father were proud Ossetian nationalists and passed on this trait in lessons to her and her siblings. When she was fourteen, a caravan from Russia landed in area, consisting of military police and mafia enforcers who layed down taxes and threats to those who wouldn't pay. Many of the families were frightened and did the best they could, but ended up failing to meet the demands and they were burned alive in their homes. The smoke was seen across the mountains and families with sentiments like Sarin's met and decided to fight back. At night, they made their assault on the camp. They killed man after man and armed themselves with the fallen's weapons making it easier and easier to fight back, until the tides turned and they were forced into submission. A truck went around that night by the homes and a man on a loud speaker announced that the rebels would be brought to their homes and see their families executed before being killed themselves. Out of fear for her children's lives, Sarin's mother sent her and her two brothers away. They made it as far as the crossroads at the bottom of the mountain and its forest, when two of the enforcers found them and opened fire, killing one brother and maiming the other. He fired back and killed the two of them, but was moving slowly. He and Sarin traveled for a day on foot, before he was too sick to travel. He insisted she continue on, since it was likely they were being followed. With great sadness, she left her brother behind and continued down the road at the edge of the woods. It didn't take long for the men to catch up to her, but just before they caught sight of her, she was pulled into the tree-line by an unkempt man wrapped in rags and animal skins who told her to be still and quiet. After the men passed, he struck her in the head to knock her out and carried her away. When she awoke, she found herself in a wooden home in the woods filled with the smell of stewing meat. The man offered her a bowl. This man, she would come to know as Avtandil, was a hermit and practitioner of what he called "the old ways" and lived his life pursuing them. He fed her and taught her to take care of herself in the wild, trained her in khridoli martial arts and taught her to hunt with a bow. She lived like this until she was 16, when the men who tore her life apart found her again. They slew Avtandil and burned his home, but with her new skills, Sarin took down each of the men who attacked and followed their path in, out, where she found a truck and drove until she hit Tbilisi. There, she took on a simple job and lived in a one room apartment, and went out at night to stop criminals and extortionists terrorizing the undefended common people of the city. News outlets began talking of The Huntress. One night, on her route, Sarin met another woman with a bow. This woman was Shado, who was following a contract out on The Huntress of Tbilisi. She didn't kill her outright, merely maimed her and talked to her, which is how Shado came to know of Sarin's past and her loss. Drawing similarities to her own struggle with criminal organizations affecting her family, Shado brought Sarin to a hospital and promised to come back to speak to her and to offer her discipline. Shado trained her in her art of kyūdō and stealth, honing her skills as an archer and an assassin. Despite the sisterly, though almost romantic, attachment she developed for Shado, she did things in her training that still haunt her, as she simply wanted to protect the weak and oppressed. Eventually, she became fed up with Shado's ambition and want of money and fought to leave, gaining an advantage on her trainer through her combination of Asian and Caucasian martial arts, prompting Shado to reach out to Black Canary; the closest she could get to Green Arrow. She told her of Sarin, who now had adopted the name Shade, and offered her as a fit for the gathering heroes.
Name - Bert Hughes Alias - Quicksilver Powers - Mercury Mimicry (can become like liquid mercury, can hit with force, can expel bullets and things made of iron) Weakness - Very heavy/dense and sinks in water, prolonged exposure can poison people. Experience - Doesn't have much experience apart from stopping some environmentally unfriendly corporations. Appearance - ![](http://s27.postimg.org/onsrqkgub/Screen_Shot_2014_12_15_at_9_46_35_PM.png "enter image title here") When not on patrol, Bert has a shaved and shined head and no facial hair. He has an emaciated look, with good musculature under skin that ends up resembling sweaters in a vacuum bag. When he goes out to fight crime or perform espionage, Quicksilver wears a set of resistant black pants and a pair of black steel toed boots. He wears a black glove on his left hand, which helps keep the weighted punching hand intact when hitting something or someone hard. On his torso, he creates the alchemical symbol for mercury on his chest like an emblem with his mimicry powers so that it stands out in dark silver. Similarly he manipulates mercury to cover his lower face with something that resembles a mask of silver mercury and manipulates his eyes in the same way. Age - 25 Brief Bio - Bert was raised and lived in a landlocked city surrounded by fields upon fields of crops. He worked at a law firm that specialized in environmental issues, and when a food corporation known for its use of GMOs set up shop at a local farm, he went out to snap some photos and see if anything was being done illegally. He was horrified to learn that they were using a good portion of their land as a landfill and a facility. In the pursuit of truth and justice, he slipped into the underground facility to find a complex in which there were a large number of seemingly different experiments being performed. When an alarm went off, he quickly darted into a room to hide, but ended up exposed to a variety of chemicals and energies in an experiment room, which lead to his powers. After draining through a floor grate, he reintegrated and woke up outside and naked -- and confused -- but soon learned the extent of his abilities and used to it pursue a combination of revenge and environmental justice. He came to Millennium City after hearing that the same corporation who was operating in his home city opened an office there.
Rather than getting a verbal reply to his offer, Quicksilver was offered bullets. _Yeah, I'm not dealing with this right now_, he thought to himself, lengthening himself in a tiny thin tube of liquid along where the wall meets the floor. He heard the man in the room resume typing frantically and talking to himself--or to someone on the other end of a communicator? _Time to leave. They're going to have enough trouble as is._ Quicksilver slithered as quickly as he could with increasing momentum towards the door he'd come in through. He'd had his offer declined, rather harshly, so he had no problem kicking up a little trouble for the man with the strange eyes. With great speed, he formed himself into a dense sphere, like a cannonball, and knocked down the door, tearing it from its hinges and sending it tumbling to the bottom of the sewage pit. An alarm started ringing out and echoing through the wet tunnels from the open once-doorway. Quicksilver used this as a queue to get out quick as could be. --- From outside, the Sunbright building was now lit up with alarm lights. _Serves him right_, Quicksilver thought. With this escapade having happened, the company was likely to be in a state of paranoia and disarray, making the hours of research into habits, procedures and policies of their security completely useless. It was more than likely with this break-in, that they'd now completely rework their security. Quicksilver put his face in his hands. It hadn't been easy to get the materials to learn the patterns in the first place. With his mission ending in failure, he decided he might as well try and enjoy himself while he was in Millennium City and made his way towards the ball-drop. He might've missed the ball drop and he might not be able to hang around the crowds for very long, but he could at least take in the joy on the faces of other people from afar.
Just posted! Sorry for the delay. I'd had this in mind since Metronome first posted haha
Quicksilver stood at the edge of Sunbright Technologies' building and looked out into the night sky towards the spot lights that danced in the air at the ball-drop. Before the incident that changed him, he'd always watched the New York City ball-drop on TV with his girlfriend and dreamed of going to see it with her live. He shook his head in disappointment, liquified and drained into a sewage grate. The tunnel was tight; so tight that if he'd made himself whole again, he wouldn't have been able to walk through it. He slithered down the tunnel, deeper and deeper in the dim light provided by grime covered emergency lights. Eventually he came to a drop off, which he poured over into a pool at its base. He rematerialized and climbed up a ladder leading to a door sealed with an intimidating ID station. He glanced it over and realized that it's original intent had been to have employees give a hand scan and use a regular key to open the door. Quicksilver chuckled and put his hand on the door knob. Within seconds he'd liquified and worked his way through the tumble mechanism and out the other side into the underbelly of Sunbright. Unlike the wet cement and hazy light on the other side of the door, the Sunbright side was clean as could be with simple fluorescent lights that led down the hallways. Lights in the respective labs and offices were all off, as no one was here this time of night, but there was a gentle glow from sleeping computer monitors that made the place still feel alive. Quicksilver made his way down the hall, looking for his target. He'd researched the company for some time, after hearing word that they'd covered up dumping residue and failed work in a privately owned landfill just outside of the city, near its watershed. There was no telling what the filth might do to the water supply, given the variety of fields that Sunbright worked in; regardless of what it was, it needed to be stopped. Suddenly, Quicksilver became aware that he was not alone. From somewhere on the floor, he heard movement and the subtle buzz of working electronics. He flattened out against the floor and tucked up tightly against the wall in a long tube of dark silver. Snaking his way just a little further, he found its source; there was a man in one of the rooms standing by two metal capsules, spray painted with something. _Interesting_, he thought to himself. Pulling himself into a tight puddle near the entrance of the room, he flung a small piece of his liquid down the hall. A mouth rolled out of the tiny droplet and directed itself back towards his greater self and the person in the room. "I don't know what you're doing, but if you give a good answer, I might help."
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