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Absolute Comics - Justice Rising

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Superboy's Shitty Characters

V A U G H A N

Player Creation Points

PCP	Race	Attributes	Skills	Schools & Proficiencies	Social Class	Boons & Banes	Arc Points
14 (Low Power)	1 (Human)	5 (31)	2 (9)	2 (1)	3 (15GP)	1 (-15)	0

Arc

Arc Category	Description
Saga	Survive the Battle of Camlann by any means necessary
Epic	Bring justice to his family's murderer
Belief	Honor and Loyalty
Glory	Behaving honorably in all circumstances
Flaw	Consumed by hate

Core Attributes

Strength	Agility	Endurance	Health	Willpower	Wit	Perception	Intelligence
7 (2AT)(0AR)	4 (3AT)(0AR)	6 (1AT) (0AR)	3 (2AT)(0AR)	4 (3AT)(0AR)	4 (3AT)(0AR)	3 (2AT)(0AR)	3 (2AT)(0AR)

Compound Attributes

Adroitness	Mobility	Carry	Charisma	Toughness	Strength Damage Bonus	Grit
4	8	13	5	4	3	4

Skills

Skill Packets	Officer, Soldier, Other (3)
Riding	4 (4SPAC, 0SP, 0AR) (Trained, Teacher)
Drill	3 (3SPAC, 0SP, 0AR) (Trained)
Tactics	2 (2SPAC, 0SP, 0AR) (Trained)
Navigation	1 (1SPAC, 0SP, 0AR) (Trained)
Strategy	1 (1SPAC, 0SP, 0AR) (Trained)

Proficiencies

Proficiency (School)	Level
1H Sword (Officer)	1
Wrestling (Officer)	1
Pugilism (Officer)	1
Spear (Officer)	1

Soldier Bonuses & Costs

By Example: Gain +2 bonus to CP when Charging

Ride to Ruin!: You gain an additional +2 CP when mounted.

Skill in the Saddle(Talent; Radical Horse Defense I): Melee attacks aimed at you while you are mounted have a +1 activation cost.

Cost: 3 S&P/A for school

Boons & Banes

Boon/Bane (Cost)	Description
Enemies (+10)	You have some powerful Enemies who mean to do you serious harm. They may just want to ruin you and crush your name, or perhaps they want to cut your head off and put it on a pike. Either way, they’re willing to go out of their way—potentially FAR out of their way—to do it. The level of this bane indicates just how serious an enemy you’ve made. Enemies can either be individuals of significant power, or entire organizations or countries. Single, powerful individual, large group or organization, regional authorities (Sheriff of Nottingham, the City Guard).
Honorable (+5)	You’re genuinely honorable. You might not be a nice guy, you might not be a philanthropist, but you have a real sense of honor. Honor can’t be bought, nor can it be awarded. Honor is fought for, acquired, and maintained with diligence. To never break one’s word, freely given, to never violate certain rules, to treat others, and oneself, with respect. You’ve got this, and it is representative of real strength of character.
Old Wound (lower torso, left side) (+1)	You’ve suffered a severe injury that has never quite healed properly, and still pains you from time to time, and is particularly sensitive to further injury. Any attack that hits this location automatically inflicts stun equal to a level 1 wound to that area, ignoring all reductions, even if the attack inflicts no wound.If this bane is bought off, its cost to remove it is 5, instead of the 1 suggested by its cost.
Literate (Social, -1)	You know how to write using your own language. If you can speak another language, and it has the same alphabet or writing system, then you are likely able to understand and write in that language as well. This boon can be taken multiple times to learn unfamiliar writing systems.
Folks Back Home (Social, -3)	You have a family, a clan, a tribe, or some other social group that you are part of that cares for you. You are probably away from them right now, but they are there, waiting for your return. The level of this boon determines just how influential and wealthy these folks are, and how much they might be able to help in the event that you go to them for aid. Not having this boon doesn’t necessarily mean your character is an orphan or without family, just that the family is scattered, disunited, or unlikely to be able to provide cohesive aid. -3: Nobody important, but they are there.
Language (Anglo-Saxon) (-1) (-1)	You know how to fluently speak languages other than your native tongue. -1: You know another native language.

Inventory

Armor

Type	Name	AVC	AVP	AVB	Coverage	Qualities	Weight	Cost
Plate	Bascinet	8	7	6	Upper head, lower head; +1 AV vs downward swings	Hard	0	12 SP
Mail	Lamellar Ventail	5	5	5	Face‡, neck	Hard	1.5	2 SP
Mail	Lamellar Coat	5	5	5	Full torso, shoulders, hips, groin, thighs, knees	Hard	3	3 GP
Mail	Lamellar Long Sleeves	5	5	5	Shoulders, upper arms, elbows, forearms	Hard	4	1 GP
Mail	Lamellar Gloves	5	5	5	Hands	Hard	1	3 SP
Mail	Lamellar Leggings	5	5	5	Hips, groin, thighs, knees, shins	Hard	3	12 SP
Mail	Lamellar Boots	5	5	5	Feet	Hard	1.5	10 SP

Melee Weapons

Name	Type	Hands	Reach	Swing TN	Thrust TN	Defense/Guard	Qualities	Weight	Cost
Arming Sword(Early)	Sword	1H	Medium	7(+1c)	7(+0p)	7(1)	Spatulate Tip 2	0.5	1 GP
Lance(Light)	Spear	1H	Very Long	10(-1c)	8(+2p)	10(0)	Couched Charge, Heavy	4	1 CP

Shields

Name	Bash TN	Block TN	AV	Durability	Size	Wt	Cost
Round Shield	8(+0b)	7	8	15	Medium	1	10 SP

Miscellaneous	Cost
Urban Attire	1SP
Traveling Cloak	1CP
Rouncey	1 GP 1 CP
Candle Lantern	9CP
Candles x 2 (10)	14 CP
Waterskin	1CP
Week's Ration x 4	16 CP
Tinderbox	3CP
Parchment x 40	320 CP
Leather (cowskin)	1SP
Workhorse	10 SP 1 CP
Servant	1 GP (yearly)

Gear Calculations

Total Armor + Shield Weight: 16.5 Total Cost: 6 GP 9 SP

Total Weapon Weight: 4.5 Total Cost: 1 GP 1 CP

Total Misc. Cost: 3 GP, 2 SP, 6 CP
25 SP

Total Cost at Character Creation: 14 GP 1 SP 7 CP

Encumbrance (Full Gear/No Weapons Drawn): 21 - 13 = -8 Lightly Encumbered

Keeping track of money

Starting Wealth: 19 GP
Current Wealth: 3 GP 8 SP 5 CP

1 GP = 20 SP, 240 CP
1 SP = 12 CP, 1/20th GP

Absolute Comics - Justice Rising

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Absolute Comics - Justice Rising

anybody wanna play batman tho

Absolute Comics - Justice Rising

Oh, what's that? Is that a Maxx post? Fuck yeah it is

Absolute Comics - Justice Rising

_{SEASON THREE Justice Rising}

SUPERBOY: GODBORN #3 Serene

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_{The Acropolis ♦ Unknown}

Superboy's mind went dark and quiet, like he was sitting in a theater and the commercials had just ended. He felt an urge to turn off the cellphone he didn't own.

A flurry of light broke the darkness by piercing his retinas. A hundred lines, infinite in length and color, burrowed so deep into his skull that he wondered if he could ever get them out. Each line reverberated with its own, unique sound, brilliant in its construction and infatuating in its brilliance. He couldn't possibly explain what he was hearing to any sane person. How did one describe the sound of yellow? It was like the dull hum of a dead neon sign, or the buzzing of a congested bee.

He couldn't expect anyone else to understand. They couldn't hear a pin drop in the other room. Couldn't count the snowflakes in a blizzard. Couldn't feel a breeze brush against someone else's face. Some of the researchers he talked to marveled at it, claiming he was lucky to have such a gift- but what'd it matter if he didn't have anyone to share it with?

The mind machine's startup process ended almost as abruptly as it began, the light snuffed out and darkness allowed to creep back in to fill its place. The dark was different now, though, because Superboy could move in it. Even if he couldn't see anything, he still had control.

'Where to go this time...' He mused, mentally unfurling a picture catalog of every place he'd ever visited, seen or conjured up from the depths of his imagination. It wasn't exactly a premium selection, considering the furthest he'd ever been from his bedroom was the other side of the compound. There were a few that managed to catch his eye.

For whatever reason sound always manifested before anything visual. Less data for his noggin to load, he supposed. It meant that, for a few, short microseconds, he was able to hear a robin harmonizing with a nearby brook, and the sound of wind passing through leaves. All of it came into view shortly after. Superboy was standing beside a stream flowing down a sparsely wooded hillside, one of his feet partially submerged in the water. He didn't notice until he caught sight of it- the simulation updating to provide the sensation of water running over his boot. He didn't step out of it; instead he held it there, waiting until he felt it seep through the material. It made the inside of his shoe squish when he stepped back. It was as obnoxious as it was wonderful.

"Playing in the water, are we?" Doctor Spence asked from just behind him. She was sitting on a large rock that hadn't been there previously, one leg crossed over the other. She didn't look up from the notes she was penning in her lap when she spoke.

Superboy looked back over his shoulder with a halfhearted grin. "Not something I can do every day."

"There's a sink in your bathroom."

His smile dropped and he turned away from her. "Yeah. Guess so."

An uncomfortable silence followed, filled only by the artificial sounds of nature. If he concentrated, he could just barely make out the buzzing of the lights that formed the building blocks of everything around them. It was the only thing he could hear when he tried to focus on the brook, the trees or the birds.

He wondered if the real thing had its own background noise. Surely, if it did, it'd be a chorus of whole, new sounds. Perhaps there was no buzzing at all. What did the wind, isolated all on its own, sound like, without the imperfections of audio recording devices, or the hum of distant machinery to obscure it.

Spence was the one to speak up first, her voice cutting and authoritative even here: "How have you been feeling since the test?"

"Fine, I guess." He shrugged, "Tired. Healing's tiring."

"How tired?" She probed, a brow raised. "You tend to bounce back from these tests quickly."

"First one that's really made me sweat, if we're bein' fair."

Spence jotted something down and offered up a minute smirk. "And since our last session? Has anything changed?"

Chewing on his cheek as he chewed on the question, Superboy took a moment to answer. And when he did he spoke slowly, choosing his words with care, "Nothing too important." He could feel a spark in the back of his head, like someone was poking him with a live wire. A sound followed it, too, not unlike the popping of static electricity.

It was the machine's way of telling on him every time he lied. There was no great reaction from the doctor, but Superboy could see a slight twitch near the corner of her mouth. She was quiet, like usual. She was waiting, like every other time he'd heard that sound. He knew for a fact that nothing was going to happen until he gave her what she wanted.

"I've been...gettin' stronger, I guess. Lot stronger, lot faster, than before. Packard's been sayin' that if I keep it up-" the words caught in the back of his throat as he felt that stinging at the base of his skull again. It was a little harsher now. Not enough to be truly painful, but there was noticeable discomfort in his expression as he shifted how he stood.

And again he stopped to think.

"Y'know that was true, right?" He grunted, annoyed. "I mean, how's that thing s'posed to know when I'm lying, anyway? What even is a lie? Does it go off my subjective interpretation of the truth, or yours, or is there some sorta complex algorithm based on my heart rate and breathing that-"

"-Answer the question, Subject Thirteen." Spence stopped him, glaring at him from behind iced over glasses.

Superboy kept his back to her as he bent down by the stream, reaching into it to pluck out a stone smooth enough to skip. He gave it a toss and it sunk straight to the bottom, much to his chagrin. It looked a lot easier on paper. "Don't know how to."

No shock followed, this time. Spence shifted how she sat, uncrossing one of her legs and letting the clipboard and pen fall down onto her lap, hands resting on top of one another. "Where did you see this place? I haven't been to every part of the Acropolis but I'm fairly confident we don't have a room like this."

"Um...A magazine. Picture in a magazine."

"And where did you get that?"

His jaw tightened, and he stood back up to his full height. "It was given to me."

"By who?" Spence snapped.

"Why's that matter?" Superboy shot back. He turned halfway around to look at her, that sting in his head growing sharper and louder.

"Answer the quest-"

"Its just a stupid magazine, who cares?!" He hadn't noticed it, but his voice had been getting louder and louder as they spoke.

Doctor Spence stopped. She was staring daggers into him, a hand clutched tight 'round the board on her lap. There was an ever so slight quiver on her lip yet her voice was as icy and controlled as ever. "I need you to answer my questions, Thirteen, so that the test may continue."

"It was Tana, alright?!" Superboy was shouting now as he took a step toward the doctor. "I was bored out of my mind and I asked her to get me something to read, and she stole some...stupid tech mag from the staff lounge for me. It doesn't matter, I'll give it back if you want, but I don't see why you care-"

"-You had one of our staff steal something for you and you thought that unimportant?" Spence couldn't help herself but scoff.

Superboy returned it, throwing an arm up in the air. "She said nobody'd even notice, none of you ever pick those things up. She figured, y'know, it wasn't a big deal-"

"-whose idea was it to-"

"-and it isn't a big deal, its more ads than content, really, and even the content is basically just ads too-"

"Whose idea was it, Thirteen?" Spence repeated, unwilling to raise her voice to match his. He stopped trying to talk over her, exasperation coloring his every movement as he started to pace around beside the projected stream.

"Mine, I guess?" He rubbed the back of his head, thoroughly annoyed by the sharp, consistent pain. "Maybe ours would be more accurate." He tried to correct to dissipate the psychic feedback, to no avail.

Spence cocked her head to the side, picking up her pen once again. "How close would you say you are to miss Westfield?"

He shrugged. "What's close mean? I don't exactly have a lotta friends here."

"Ah, so she's a friend?"

"Is she? I'unno, Doc, ask her." Superboy turned away again.

Spence began to write something down. "And...when did this start? How long after our last session?"

Superboy threw up his hands. "Don't remember! We say hi when we pass each other, she talks to me like, y'know- not at me. Maybe, I'unno, I like that- sue me."

"And you think you deserve that?"

"What?" Superboy stopped, glancing back at her. "Deserve what, doc, huh?"

Spence didn't answer, pressing on through the clone's incredulous look with another question. "Do you think this relationship has anything to do with what happened in the test chamber?"

Every inch of Superboy tensed up, like someone had stretched him taut until every single muscle was near its breaking point. His head was low, eyes locked on the flowing water down at his feet and his ears tuned to the sound of a million photons of light buzzing and humming all around him. It was such a stupid question- one so stupid he wondered if it really deserved to be answered. Of course, he'd have to answer eventually. That was how this thing worked. She asked him questions, he answered. Some, growing part of him wondered what would happen if he just kept his mouth shut.

He went to speak, only to pause when he noticed Spence look up and into the horizon. Her mouth was moving yet no words were coming out, and the coolness that usually colored her expression was rapidly melting into concern. Superboy couldn't remember the last time he'd seen her look concerned, so he felt somewhat justified in the spark of panic in his chest.

"Uhh, Doctor Spence? What's going on?" He eventually deigned to ask, afraid he'd crossed a line.

"There's been an incident." She answered, glancing between him and something he couldn't see beyond the simulation.

"An incident? What kind of incident?"

Spence stood up, a wave of darkness washing over the scene as she did. "The only kind of incident that gets our attention, Thirteen. Metahumans."

Video Games: The General Discussion & Community Thread

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@ComradeMaxx is the only one I know of that's played it. But I guess he liked it since he's had Hollow Knight avatars for awhile.

@Kuro

its okay i guess

Absolute Comics - Justice Rising

_{SEASON THREE Justice Rising}

SUPERBOY: GODBORN #2 Lab Rat in Spandex

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_{The Acropolis ♦ Unknown}

Hot water hit Superboy's face, diluting the blood that lingered on it. Streams of red contoured 'round bare muscle and ran down the length of his body. They pooled together at his feet, sticking stubbornly to the drain. There was something soothing about showering after a particularly brutal fight. The steam purged his pores of toxins. The heat was energizing, intoxicating. Even the sting of water splashing on bruised, naked flesh had a certain appeal one could not rationally explain.

It, much like Superboy himself, simply was.

He went for a second lathering of soap, rubbing it up along his arms and down each leg, whistling a tune as he did. The jaunty song helped him ignore the camera burning a hole in the back of his head. Someone was always watching him, no matter where he was or what he was doing. While he was in his room, while he was sleeping, while he was relieving himself- there was always a glass eye staring at him, unblinking. It was just as much a part of normal life as breakfast, or breathing.

It was all part of that science experiment he was supposed to be part of. He'd spent his whole life being watched and prodded and poked in this same place. They called it the Acropolis. Claimed it was the most advanced R&D facility on the planet. It made the work sound very important, at least in his mind. The company that owned the place was called CADMUS; they provided the actual scientists that worked on him.

Their tests usually weren't as brutal as that last one. Bruises were a new sensation, and he couldn't recall ever blacking out before today. He couldn't hold back that creeping feeling that things weren't going to get any easier after this, either.

He leaned an arm against the wall, his head held down to let the water run down the back of his head. His wild, black hair fell down around his face, matted and soaking wet. Eyes snapping shut, he steeled himself against his thoughts, rebuking his doubts outright: 'What am I saying, I'm friggin' Superboy! I can handle a couple'a stupid tests. I was built for this.'

Once he was squeaky clean he stepped out of the shower and into the larger locker room, where he found his costume hung on the wall. It was nearly as beaten and battered as he was: the knees, elbows, and sections around the abdomen had to be patched up with black material that didn't at all match the suit's red, yellow and blue. The stylized S Supergirl had plucked from his chest had been stitched back on, too. It was better than nothing.

Immediately outside the locker room door, the space expanded and the tiled floor gave way to the sterile tiles of a laboratory. Gangs of labcoat-wearing techs occupied rows and rows of machinery too complex for Superboy's understanding. He recognized most of them, having seen their faces every day for the last five months, but he only knew a handful of names.

There was Carl, the bald-headed doctor that monitored Superboy's development and ensured he'd grow big and grow. And then there was Tana, the daughter of CADMUS's head honcho and one of the many assistants assisting the experts on the project. Dr. Spence was there, too. She was the one that poked around inside his head. When Dr. Westfield wasn't around- which was most of the time- she was the one that called the shots. He felt his heart rate quicken when she started barking orders at random lab workers.

Tana was the first one to notice him enter and she stalked over to greet him. She was a head shorter than him and several grades lighter, but she walked like someone thrice her size. Talked like it, too. "Well, you look...better. Less like we just wheeled you out of the morgue."

"Ah, you know me. Too stubborn to stay dead, y'know?" He smirked.

She just shook her head and turned to walk deeper into the laboratory, Superboy following her lead. They moved to near the back of the room, where a gaggle of eggheads were gathered around a metal throne. Wiring and piping ran from the chair and into nearby machines, pumping some unknown, inky fluid into it and filtering something else out. Superboy felt his palms itch as Tana peeled away to go work on something, leaving him to approach and take a seat on his own.

It was unnaturally cool to the touch. Tiny ridges covered the steel surface, and there was no obvious sign of rivets or bolts holding it together. Most of the nearby machines and computers were connected to it, a constant stream of information traveling between them.

The moment his arms came to rest on the sides of throne he found he could no longer move them. Some, unseen force far stronger than he was holding him down. He didn't panic. Not like the first few times. Much as he hated to be restricted, Superboy understood what was happening- if not why it had to be this way.

Somebody walked forward with a wicked needle in one hand and a oddly shaped device in the other. It was round-ish, with a small hole in the center, and covered in blinking lights. She pressed the strange tool against the inside of Superboy's neck, shoving his head upward without a care for how it felt.

He felt remarkably vulnerable with the cool metal against his skin, as if some form of protection was peeled away by its presence. She plunged the syringe through the center hole and the needle hit flesh, though it did not pierce it. A motor on the back had to be flipped on, turning the needle into a veritable jackhammer. It had to break through the skin, layer by layer, for several minutes before the needle tasted blood. A sizeable sample was extracted through the process, painful as it was, and the assistant looked satisfied by the result.

"You're welcome," He muttered as she walked away, rubbing a hand against his puncture wound. It'd scar over in a couple of minutes, small as it was. Didn't mean it hurt any less.

She handed the syringe off to Dr. Packard for inspection. He frowned at the sight of the device, quickly plugging it into his work station so the computer could get to work. Blood contained a wealth of data on the body, especially when one knew how to decipher and make sense of all of it. After waiting several moments for the process to finish, he spoke up in a raspy voice: "Subject's genome is stable, no sign of mutation since our last check," He called over his shoulder. "Muscle density increased in regions where it was torn by his injuries. The subject...appears to be perfectly healthy."

Superboy could hear Tana give a quiet sigh of relief from somewhere outside his vision. He could hear the clicking of heels against tiled floor behind him, too, the sound growing louder as it approached him. He had to crane his neck toward the noise to see its source, his eyes connecting with the icy gaze of Dr. Spence. She didn't look too pleased by the news, not that it surprised him. She never smiled. Superboy wasn't even sure she could.

"Its not Thirteen's physical health that I am worried about, Packard." Spence didn't break eye contact as she spoke about him to the other doctor, her fingers tracing along his arm as she slowly moved around to stand straight in front of him. She leaned in close, close enough for her breath to brush against his face. One, long finger came to rest against his forehead. "Its what's going on in here that I care about." She said, her voice low, menacing.

A single bead of sweat ran down Superboy's face.

"Not, uh, sure what you mean." He giggled, a nervous edge laced in it. "I'm not stupid if that's what you're sayin'."

"That is what I mean. You were never meant to do that."

Superboy gave her a look, clearly not understanding what she was going on about.

"Talk back," Spence grunted, annoyed. "You've deviated from your template. Yet for God knows what reason my esteemed colleagues don't seem at all concerned about your flagrant disregard for authority." The mood shifted like a chill had passed through an open window. Any chatter came to an abrupt end, as if the whole room had stopped to hear what happened next. Somebody at the other end of the lab stifled a cough and caught a punch in the arm for it.

"I, however, am very concerned."

The doctor signaled for them to begin. Mechanisms within the throne began to turn. Its top slid open, allowing a crown of thousand tangled wires to rise up from inside it. Spence reached forward and guided it over Subject 13's head. The band bent and melded itself to fit tight around the boy's skull. The crown hissed and sparked. A horrible pressure began to build in his hippocampus, like someone had wrapped a hand around that part of his brain and squeezed.

A chair was rolled up for Spence to sit on, an assistant- Tana- handing her a clipboard and pen. She went to work filling out the necessary information before they could begin their session. "You already know how this goes. I'm going to ask you a series of questions and you're going to answer them honestly. If the machine feels you lying it will induce psychic feedback. Are you ready to begin?"

A sinking feeling gnawed at Superboy's gut, accompanied by but a single thought: 'I don't think she liked my joke.'