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(NOW CLOSED:) Marvel RE: Imagine - A Marvel Comics Roleplay

So I'm heavily leaning towards Punisher and I'm working on my character sheet today, but here's a question: Am I allowed to go after any supervillains, obviously I can't touch anybody related to the characters already chosen, but what about otherwise? Or should I stick to street level/Punisher centric?

(NOW CLOSED:) Marvel RE: Imagine - A Marvel Comics Roleplay

Hey everybody, how's things? Is this thread still open for late joiners? I was thinking of writing one of a few characters, Punisher, Daredevil, Ghost Rider(s), or Hulk. Hopefully none of them steps on any toes

DC Universe: Genesis - Justice For All

Vol 1: Rebirth

Issue 1: A Day In The Life Of Barry Allen

10:00:00
The time is ten o’clock on a weekday, and Barry Allen’s digital alarm clock keeps repeating twelve o’clock as he starts to wake up, wiping the grogginess from his face as the light from his bedroom window hits his eyes and he has to blink his dark brown eyes through to get rid of his tiredness. In his shabby and one bedroom apartment, he didn’t have much to his name as Barry was on an extraordinarily short budget, something that he had grown accustomed to when he was kicked out his last foster home just for turning eighteen. He grabbed his cell phone to look at the time, but used a swear word when his usual background screen was replaced by a light purple hue, some kind of virus that he had no idea found its way onto his phone.

“Just my luck, I’m probably late for therapy.” Barry moaned and closed his eyes, and when he opened them, his body was discharging yellow bolts of electrical energy, and time was at a standstill as he accelerated his kinetic energy to get dressed. Not forgetting to stuff a runner’s bodysuit into a small duffel bag along with a red and black balaclava mask and a pair of runner’s shoes that matched the color scheme. Then he grabbed his science kit for work by the front door was always jammed closed instead of locked, and almost forgetting to eat something so he forced himself to slow down and breath while he scoured his fridge and after only finding a few good eggs and a half a block of cheddar cheese he turned on his rusted up stove and made himself a quick little omelet.
10:02:35

“Okay, I got my work bag, I got my other work bag, what am I- toothbrush!” Barry realized that he needed to do at least a little bit of hygiene after skipping his shower, and he inwardly promised himself that he was going to get his phone checked out at the store when he had some free time. Then in a flurry of lightning that broke yet another lightbulb in his apartment, he grabbed his duffle bags and ran out of the door after putting his shoulder to it and raced down the hall before his next door neighborhood had the chance to open his door and go get his mail in the communal mail slot. Barry’s next-door neighbor had a pacemaker put in about a year ago, but it did not seem natural that his veins in his chest were glowing the same light purple hue as Barry’s cell phone.
10:03:31

Barry Allen was barely down the street of his apartment complex in Central City, Ohio when he noticed an elderly man trying to slowly cross the street as a red convertible sports car was speeding down the way being chased by two police cruisers. “Oh, come on, my day just started!” he moaned defiantly. In his time frame the lights of the police cruisers were stretching far behind them as Barry amped himself up with a flurry of yellow lightning, and he raced around the corner in an alley and quickly put on his ‘other’ work uniform.
10:03:32:01

He put his civilian clothes into the duffel bag and tossed it into the dumpster, not noticing the trash collecting truck a couple blocks away at the intersecting street before he ran to the old man and groaned as he picked him up in a fireman’s carry. “I need to start going to the gym again,” Barry said as he set the old man down on the other side of the street, then he turned his attention to the criminal driving the sports car and in a flurry of movement he opened the driver’s side door. His electricity discharged, making the car’s electrical system go haywire as he grabbed the driver and instead of picking him up as well. Barry dragged him behind him unaware that he was giving him major road rash through his white t-shirt and brought him over to one of the police cruisers where he opened the backdoor by reaching inside of the driver’s open window and used a little bit of his electricity to jimmy the back door open and haphazardly shoved the criminal inside.
10:03:33

“That should do it. No more crimes happening until therapy, please.” Taking a second to admire his handiwork, he let time catch up with him and watched on as his electrical discharge to the sports car, which was now driverless speed up the car and it swerved because it’s steering column wasn’t lined up properly. The car rear ended a parked car at a high enough speed that back end was lifted up and the first of the two cop cruisers couldn’t stop fast enough as the sports car’s rear end now rested on the crumbled hood, luckily the Kord anti-gravitational safety measures kicked in. While Barry was watching all these series of unfortunate events, the garbage truck made it’s way to the dumpster that had his duffle bag and unloaded it’s contents before driving off.
“Oh come on!” Barry exclaimed loud enough for passerby to take notice, and some of them started to take pictures of the literal pile-up and the guy in the red bodysuit, this would be the first time that Barry is caught on camera for the world to see before he escaped in a flurry of movement as he chased after the garbage truck.
10:04:01:00

Through his accelerated speed, Barry easily caught up to the trash truck, and he jumped into the open back as it was picking up another dumpster’s contents, “I guess I’ll need to take that shower anyway,” he groaned as he dug through bags disgusting human waste before finding his duffle bag and struggled on his way out. Then Barry groaned and ran back home, careful not to bump into any passerby so they don’t get knocked down into the concrete at a high enough speed that would certainly break many bones. When he made it home, he began to get undressed, letting time resume it’s normal pacing and before he jumped into the shower he checked his phone one last time only to see that it still had its light purple hue.

“What a great start to my day! Can it get any worse?!” Barry exclaimed in the shower, and unbeknownst to him in his work duffle bag where the had his computer, it too began to glow the familiar light purple hue, and a grainy face made of one’s and zeros appeared on both the phone and the laptop.

“Oh Barry Allen,” the voice spoke with a flat auto-tune, “the fun’s just begun,”

DC Universe: Genesis - Justice For All

C H A R A C T E R C O N C E P T P R O P O S A L


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Bartholomew Henry Allen ♦ Forensic Analyst♦ Central City ♦ CCPD

C H A R A C T E R C O N C E P T:
________________________________________

“Always Move Forward”

When Barry grew up in a loving household and when he was a young boy, at the tender and imagination filled age of ten, he witnessed a sight that no mere human would find remotely possible. At first came the lightning INSIDE their suburban home that awoke Barry in the middle of the night and forced him downstairs to see his mother begging for her life to a man in a blue parka with a huge gun. Parka Man noticed Barry and then looked at his watch and nodded in the lightning storm, then a woman in a gold jumpsuit appeared through the dining room wall and approached his mother, placing her hand on her temples and Barry heard the worst sound he would ever hear in that scream and cry of pain, but that wasn’t the weirdest thing.

Seconds passed before a giant black gorilla smashed through their front door, he and Barry exchanged a look before Henry, Barry’s father came down in the commotion and the ape stared at him and his father pulled out his personal service weapon from the war and walked down the steps towards his pained wife. At this same time, a man in a blue and yellow jester costume waltzed in and Barry for a second hoped beyond hope that he was dreaming as Jester Guy set down a small Jack In The Box and plopped down in one of the dining room chairs, exchanging a look with Parka Man. Then it was as if Barry couldn’t move any muscles in his body save for his eyes and neither could anybody else as an old man wearing a turtle neck and sporting a walking cane slowly and then Barry saw what was in the yellow and red lightning. Two men were fighting, one dressed in a black and red jumpsuit, the other was in yellow, red and black and it looked like the red guy was losing horribly.

That was fifteen years ago, and nobody believed Barry for years that all that had happened, they just know that for some unknown reason Henry had broken their front door in a fit of rage and shot his begging wife in the head execution style. Now he was facing life in prison without parole, while Barry had grown up running from foster home to foster home until he was eighteen and out on his own. Barry always thought that he didn’t want anybody else to go through what he did that night, so he went to school for forensic sciences and got a job as an analyst to try and understand the science of that night and how to prevent those attackers from striking again, but they had hired him under the condition that he see a therapist.

One night while working late in the lab and watching a live report of the STAR Labs Particle Accelerator unveiling, Barry went to open up the skylight to get some air. As if he was a magnet for the weird and unexplained a lightning storm started to brew in the city and at the exact second that the particle accelerator blew up and released a wave of energy particles through the city, an errant bolt of lightning struck him down. To those that found him, they thought that he was comatose and brought him to the hospital. In truth his mind and body had accelerated to a previously thought speed that was considered a crackpot theory in theoretical physics by a reclusive scientist named Darwin Elias, the same Director of the Star Labs facility when the particle accelerator blew up. The speed at which his mind and body had travelled propelled him into a world composed of the kinetic energy of everything that is, was, and will come to be. It was a time between time, as Barry travelled through it, he heard the voice of his mother telling him to keep moving forward, no matter the cost, and that in due to time all will be explained. All of this happened in less than an xentojiffy (the hypothetical time it takes for light to travel the area of a fermi), and when Barry awoke a months later in the hospital he found that his mind and body had been changed… in a Flash. his city on the other hand had turned into something else entirely.

C H A R A C T E R M O T I V A T I O N S & G O A L S:
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I would like to play this character because in another to I’m playing a speedster and I was doing a lot of research in the areas of kinetic energy and different speeds and found it to be very interesting, and so I would greatly enjoy writing a Flash story in as realistic way as possible. The desire came to me one day and it was an itch that I couldn’t scratch or get rid of, so I thought why not roleplay it. The driving motivation for Barry Allen currently is find the individuals (Who will be dubbed later as The Legion Of Zoom) who killed his mother and bring them to justice so that his father could go free.

As time passes and he meets more metahumans both criminal and heroic, the more he wants to be a hero himself. I hope to accomplish a challenge for myself as I’ve never written a Flash story and want to see how far I can run with it, so to speak. I would like to take Barry from his very beginning and have him approach situations both heroic and civilian as a young man with a lot to learn and a lot on his plate both mentally and activity wise and see how far he bends before I inevitably break him (I love stories where the bad guy wins).

C H A R A C T E R N O T E S:
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The Speed Force In my depiction of the story is the kinetic energy of everything in existence and everything that will be and was in existence of the Multiverse combined to an unimaginable level, and gained sentience, but speedsters who enter it see the Force’s sentient form differently depending on who is in it. So if Barry’s in it, he sees his mother for example, but this will be explained further in the story.

Supporting Characters:
Captain Frye: Chief of Police in the CCPD, he has a distaste for metahumans in his city, whether they be heroic or villainous
Cecile Horton: Henry Allen’s court appointed lawyer

Charles: a bartender in Central City who unwillingly listens to some of Barry’s problems whenever Barry needs a drink, he is a man of few words

Daphne Dean: one Barry’s ex-foster sisters who grew up to be a famous movie star, she was one of only a few people who tried to get to know Barry, and the two still keep in touch

Darwin Elias: a theoretical physicist who was shunned by his community long before he turned on the particle accelerator and created a city of metahumans

David Singh: Barry’s boss in the forensics lab at CCPD, he’s sympathetic towards Barry and the things he’s gone through, but inwardly thinks he’s crazy until metahumans start popping up

Detective Burns: a crime scene detective in Central City who often gets Barry as a evidence collector

Detective Morrow: Detective Burns partner and boyfriend

Henry Allen: Barry’s loving father who puts on a brave face for his son, but internally he hates himself for being weak enough to be mind controlled into shooting his wife. He is serving a life sentence for her death

Rebecca Janus: Barry’s therapist who helps him cope with daily life

More To Come As The Story Progresses

S A M P L E P O S T:
________________________________________
“My name is Barry Allen, and all my life I’ve searched for the impossible, never knowing that I would become the impossible”

10:25am On A Tuesday

Barry was sitting in the stiff brown sofa seat in Rebecca Janus’ office, unfortunately he had been running late for the appointment that the CCPD set up for him, and he was trying to find something to say other than what was really going on with him, because nobody in their right mind would believe it unless they saw it.

“I’m sorry I was late, I kind of slept through my alarm.” He finally said, his eyes darting to the ticking clock on the wall, watching the seconds slowly go by before looking back at Rebecca, who was actually quite a looker in her purple skirt suit and mocha colored skin.
“That’s okay, Barry, did you sleep well?” she asked, with a business tone of voice, and Barry closed his eyes for what felt like a second and when he opened them time had slowed down to grounded halt and Rebecca was frozen and in mid motion of putting her pen to her notepad.

10:25:05 And A Decasecond (one tenth of a second)

“Oh just the usual dream of watching my mom get murdered over and over again by a giant gorilla, a clown, an eskimo, an elderly man, a woman made of gold, and the man in the yellow suit.”

10:25:06am

As time resumed itself, Barry opened his mouth to speak of an excuse but his work cell phone rang and he had to answer it, he was already in deep with his boss Detective Singh, whom Barry felt like he had it in for him. “Excuse me for just a second,”
Barry told Rebecca politely before answering the phone.
“Hello, Mr. Singh, what’s up?”

On the other end Barry thought that he had heard a sigh come out of his boss’s mouth, “Barry, where are you? There’s been a homicide on Fox street, I need you here, like yesterday. Didn’t you get my messages?”

Barry’s eyes widened and he looked through his phone, indeed finding several text messages from Singh about the murder, each one getting angrier than the last. Though he noticed something else too, his cell phone screen had a light purple hue, something he would have to take to the phone store to get checked out later, if he ever had the time. He looked at Rebecca with a look that said ‘at this point, what else is new?’ and then returned his attention to his boss.

“I’m really sorry, sir I was running late to my therapy session I had scheduled, I didn’t see the texts,” Barry said honestly, but before he could speak again, Singh cut him off.

“Barry, do you know I’ve been waiting an hour in front of a dead body with Detectives Burns and Morrow? I don’t care if you have to cut your session short, get here now!”

Then the call ended and Barry felt a pang of anger rise up in him, and an imperceptible spark of yellow electricity flowed through his eyes. Rebecca noticed the anger in him, and set down her pen on her desk, taking a moment to try and help Barry through the situation, “Do you want to talk about that?” she asked him, but he got up quickly and pocketed his cell phone.

“No thanks, but I really have to go, work called, I’m late. Oh God, I’m always late. With everything on, how could I be late?” Barry started to hyperventilate, and just like that time slowed down once more, but this time it was unintentional.

10:27:25:001

Yellow electricity started to swirl around Barry as his emotional flare up confused his body for the need for a fight or flight response, “Oh great!” Barry exclaimed, “why can’t anything go right today?!” and as time began to accelerate back to normal, an errant bolt of electrical energy struck the clock on the wall, making it stop ticking forward.

10:27:26

“I’m sorry, you can bill my insurance, right?” Barry asked as he grabbed his jacket to meet the chilly morning air, but he didn’t wait for a response as he started to dart out of the office and when there was nobody who could possibly watch him, he disappeared in a cloud of yellow electrical energy.

10:27:51:0001

As Barry ran down the hall at an incredible and superhuman pace, a man in a yellow and black body suit emerged from within the hallway wall. His face was obscured through vibrational energy, but it was easy to tell that this extremely fast man was smiling mischievously.
“I’ll see you soon, Barry Allen…”

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DC Universe: Genesis - Justice For All

C H A R A C T E R C O N C E P T P R O P O S A L


________________________________________


Bartholomew Henry Allen ♦ Forensic Analyst♦ Central City ♦ CCPD

C H A R A C T E R C O N C E P T:
________________________________________

“Always Move Forward”

When Barry grew up in a loving household and when he was a young boy, at the tender and imagination filled age of ten, he witnessed a sight that no mere human would find remotely possible. At first came the lightning INSIDE their suburban home that awoke Barry in the middle of the night and forced him downstairs to see his mother begging for her life to a man in a blue parka with a huge gun. Parka Man noticed Barry and then looked at his watch and nodded in the lightning storm, then a woman in a gold jumpsuit appeared through the dining room wall and approached his mother, placing her hand on her temples and Barry heard the worst sound he would ever hear in that scream and cry of pain, but that wasn’t the weirdest thing.

Seconds passed before a giant black gorilla smashed through their front door, he and Barry exchanged a look before Henry, Barry’s father came down in the commotion and the ape stared at him and his father pulled out his personal service weapon from the war and walked down the steps towards his pained wife. At this same time, a man in a blue and yellow jester costume waltzed in and Barry for a second hoped beyond hope that he was dreaming as Jester Guy set down a small Jack In The Box and plopped down in one of the dining room chairs, exchanging a look with Parka Man. Then it was as if Barry couldn’t move any muscles in his body save for his eyes and neither could anybody else as an old man wearing a turtle neck and sporting a walking cane slowly and then Barry saw what was in the yellow and red lightning. Two men were fighting, one dressed in a black and red jumpsuit, the other was in yellow, red and black and it looked like the red guy was losing horribly.

That was fifteen years ago, and nobody believed Barry for years that all that had happened, they just know that for some unknown reason Henry had broken their front door in a fit of rage and shot his begging wife in the head execution style. Now he was facing life in prison without parole, while Barry had grown up running from foster home to foster home until he was eighteen and out on his own. Barry always thought that he didn’t want anybody else to go through what he did that night, so he went to school for forensic sciences and got a job as an analyst to try and understand the science of that night and how to prevent those attackers from striking again, but they had hired him under the condition that he see a therapist.

One night while working late in the lab and watching a live report of the STAR Labs Particle Accelerator unveiling, Barry went to open up the skylight to get some air. As if he was a magnet for the weird and unexplained a lightning storm started to brew in the city and at the exact second that the particle accelerator blew up and released a wave of energy particles through the city, an errant bolt of lightning struck him down. To those that found him, they thought that he was comatose and brought him to the hospital. In truth his mind and body had accelerated to a previously thought speed that was considered a crackpot theory in theoretical physics by a reclusive scientist named Darwin Elias, the same Director of the Star Labs facility when the particle accelerator blew up. The speed at which his mind and body had travelled propelled him into a world composed of the kinetic energy of everything that is, was, and will come to be. It was a time between time, as Barry travelled through it, he heard the voice of his mother telling him to keep moving forward, no matter the cost, and that in due to time all will be explained. All of this happened in less than an xentojiffy (the hypothetical time it takes for light to travel the area of a fermi), and when Barry awoke a months later in the hospital he found that his mind and body had been changed… in a Flash. his city on the other hand had turned into something else entirely.

C H A R A C T E R M O T I V A T I O N S & G O A L S:
________________________________________
I would like to play this character because in another to I’m playing a speedster and I was doing a lot of research in the areas of kinetic energy and different speeds and found it to be very interesting, and so I would greatly enjoy writing a Flash story in as realistic way as possible. The desire came to me one day and it was an itch that I couldn’t scratch or get rid of, so I thought why not roleplay it. The driving motivation for Barry Allen currently is find the individuals (Who will be dubbed later as The Legion Of Zoom) who killed his mother and bring them to justice so that his father could go free.

As time passes and he meets more metahumans both criminal and heroic, the more he wants to be a hero himself. I hope to accomplish a challenge for myself as I’ve never written a Flash story and want to see how far I can run with it, so to speak. I would like to take Barry from his very beginning and have him approach situations both heroic and civilian as a young man with a lot to learn and a lot on his plate both mentally and activity wise and see how far he bends before I inevitably break him (I love stories where the bad guy wins).

C H A R A C T E R N O T E S:
________________________________________
The Speed Force In my depiction of the story is the kinetic energy of everything in existence and everything that will be and was in existence of the Multiverse combined to an unimaginable level, and gained sentience, but speedsters who enter it see the Force’s sentient form differently depending on who is in it. So if Barry’s in it, he sees his mother for example, but this will be explained further in the story.

Supporting Characters:
Captain Frye: Chief of Police in the CCPD, he has a distaste for metahumans in his city, whether they be heroic or villainous
Cecile Horton: Henry Allen’s court appointed lawyer

Charles: a bartender in Central City who unwillingly listens to some of Barry’s problems whenever Barry needs a drink, he is a man of few words

Daphne Dean: one Barry’s ex-foster sisters who grew up to be a famous movie star, she was one of only a few people who tried to get to know Barry, and the two still keep in touch

Darwin Elias: a theoretical physicist who was shunned by his community long before he turned on the particle accelerator and created a city of metahumans

David Singh: Barry’s boss in the forensics lab at CCPD, he’s sympathetic towards Barry and the things he’s gone through, but inwardly thinks he’s crazy until metahumans start popping up

Detective Burns: a crime scene detective in Central City who often gets Barry as a evidence collector

Detective Morrow: Detective Burns partner and boyfriend

Henry Allen: Barry’s loving father who puts on a brave face for his son, but internally he hates himself for being weak enough to be mind controlled into shooting his wife. He is serving a life sentence for her death

Rebecca Janus: Barry’s therapist who helps him cope with daily life

More To Come As The Story Progresses

S A M P L E P O S T:
________________________________________
“My name is Barry Allen, and all my life I’ve searched for the impossible, never knowing that I would become the impossible”

10:25am On A Tuesday

Barry was sitting in the stiff brown sofa seat in Rebecca Janus’ office, unfortunately he had been running late for the appointment that the CCPD set up for him, and he was trying to find something to say other than what was really going on with him, because nobody in their right mind would believe it unless they saw it.

“I’m sorry I was late, I kind of slept through my alarm.” He finally said, his eyes darting to the ticking clock on the wall, watching the seconds slowly go by before looking back at Rebecca, who was actually quite a looker in her purple skirt suit and mocha colored skin.
“That’s okay, Barry, did you sleep well?” she asked, with a business tone of voice, and Barry closed his eyes for what felt like a second and when he opened them time had slowed down to grounded halt and Rebecca was frozen and in mid motion of putting her pen to her notepad.

10:25:05 And A Decasecond (one tenth of a second)

“Oh just the usual dream of watching my mom get murdered over and over again by a giant gorilla, a clown, an eskimo, an elderly man, a woman made of gold, and the man in the yellow suit.”

10:25:06am

As time resumed itself, Barry opened his mouth to speak of an excuse but his work cell phone rang and he had to answer it, he was already in deep with his boss Detective Singh, whom Barry felt like he had it in for him. “Excuse me for just a second,”
Barry told Rebecca politely before answering the phone.
“Hello, Mr. Singh, what’s up?”

On the other end Barry thought that he had heard a sigh come out of his boss’s mouth, “Barry, where are you? There’s been a homicide on Fox street, I need you here, like yesterday. Didn’t you get my messages?”

Barry’s eyes widened and he looked through his phone, indeed finding several text messages from Singh about the murder, each one getting angrier than the last. Though he noticed something else too, his cell phone screen had a light purple hue, something he would have to take to the phone store to get checked out later, if he ever had the time. He looked at Rebecca with a look that said ‘at this point, what else is new?’ and then returned his attention to his boss.

“I’m really sorry, sir I was running late to my therapy session I had scheduled, I didn’t see the texts,” Barry said honestly, but before he could speak again, Singh cut him off.

“Barry, do you know I’ve been waiting an hour in front of a dead body with Detectives Burns and Morrow? I don’t care if you have to cut your session short, get here now!”

Then the call ended and Barry felt a pang of anger rise up in him, and an imperceptible spark of yellow electricity flowed through his eyes. Rebecca noticed the anger in him, and set down her pen on her desk, taking a moment to try and help Barry through the situation, “Do you want to talk about that?” she asked him, but he got up quickly and pocketed his cell phone.

“No thanks, but I really have to go, work called, I’m late. Oh God, I’m always late. With everything on, how could I be late?” Barry started to hyperventilate, and just like that time slowed down once more, but this time it was unintentional.

10:27:25:001

Yellow electricity started to swirl around Barry as his emotional flare up confused his body for the need for a fight or flight response, “Oh great!” Barry exclaimed, “why can’t anything go right today?!” and as time began to accelerate back to normal, an errant bolt of electrical energy struck the clock on the wall, making it stop ticking forward.

10:27:26

“I’m sorry, you can bill my insurance, right?” Barry asked as he grabbed his jacket to meet the chilly morning air, but he didn’t wait for a response as he started to dart out of the office and when there was nobody who could possibly watch him, he disappeared in a cloud of yellow electrical energy.

10:27:51:0001

As Barry ran down the hall at an incredible and superhuman pace, a man in a yellow and black body suit emerged from within the hallway wall. His face was obscured through vibrational energy, but it was easy to tell that this extremely fast man was smiling mischievously.
“I’ll see you soon, Barry Allen…”

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Is this series still available to be joined up? I have a few characters in mind I'd like to play

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

Speed Demon

Character you have created: Victor Donovan

Alias: Speed Demon

Speech Color (Actually say what you're using, don't go "Like this", or what not): Bold

Character Alignment: Walking The Line

Identity: Secret

Personality

Character Personality: Before his life became a living Hell, he was a normal young man trying to balance going to college to get a degree in medical sciences with a job as a bike messenger, and trying to help out his cancer stricken single mother and two younger siblings a brother and a sister who are in high school. He was just trying to skate through life, though growing up with a single mother he learned to respect women and to be chivalrous and he despised the kind of men who would walk out on their family. When he’s around family, he acts as the patriarch of the household which is perceived differently by each of them and when he’s arounds the few friends that he has the time for in his hectic life, they would describe him as the best person they knew, even with all the weight on his shoulders.

With everything going on in his life, he is excellent at being able to multi-task, an example would be taking his mother to the oncologist to get her daily dose of chemo, working on his homework, ordering Chinese for dinner and then scrounging up some cash with a messenger job within a couple of hours. What little down time he does have, he spends it at his school’s track team, and while one would expect him to take a leadership position in this endeavor, he gladly just folds into the pack, letting his mind wander while he runs at his meets. When it comes to believing in a higher power, Victor wants to believe in anything that would let his mother go to a peaceful and happy place after she passes away, and every night before going to sleep, he tries to pray to anything that would listen.

Unfortunately, he lately has been feeling like his prayers have fallen on deaf ears, and if he ever got the chance to meet his maker then he made himself an internalized vow that he would give it a piece of his mind, and he sees all the suffering that other people go through, it makes him want to swear off religion all together some days. Victor is always a talk it out kind of guy when a situation arises, but if someone were to insult any aspect of his life then Hell hath no fury than an overworked young man, and he would let his fists and frustrations fly with how much he is balancing on the knife’s edge.

Uniform/costume:

Origin

Origin Info/Details: Victor is the hard working, and extremely responsible son of a once beautiful teenage mother who was on track to being an actress with many promising opportunities, but a one night stand with a self proclaimed bad boy and drummer to a garage band drummer changed their lives drastically. Victor watched as a young boy his home life slowly burn to the ground after his parents had two more kids by the time that Victor was five, and on his sixth birthday he watched in tears as his parents had last argument and his father stormed out of his life. Something clicked in him that day though, and instead of worrying about himself, he started a new life of taking care of his now helpless mother and infant brother and sister.

Every day he would come home from elementary school by riding his bike like a big kid to his home in the rough part of the neighborhood because it was difficult for his mother find work and a reliable sitter, then he would do his homework while fixing dinner with his mother for the family. Then as soon as he was old enough, he got a job delivering newspapers by bike and became the patriarch of his family and outside of track meets and sleep, all of his time became consumed by the needs of others before himself. Then he got his lucky break after being scouted at a track meet for a really good school, but it took a great amount of convincing from his mom and younger siblings that they could survive without him, the irony would rear it’s ugly head later when during his sophomore year of college his mother called him with news that she had found out she had breast cancer.

Victor tried to take the news in stride, cherishing every day he had with his family, even helping his mother with the oncology visits, but a year into the treatments and they got the news that the cancer had spread. Victor, who had been the praying type when he was younger, finally found his breaking point in life and at the communal church at the hospital, he made an angry, hurtful plea with every fiber of his being to anybody who would listen. At first, he was alone in his anger, but then several people in strange garbs walked into the church, one was a man of Egyptian heritage who walked with a cane, another was an elderly man wearing a horned crown, another old man but this one had a missing eye and had two crows on his shoulders, then a younger man came into the room wearing nothing but a robe and a set of golden sandals with tiny wings on them, a man of Polynesian descent, and native American dressed in traditional garb. Individually these were Amun, the Egyptian God of Creation and The Wind, Enlil, the ancient Sumerian God of breath, Odin, the All Seeing Father of Norse tales, the Greek God Hermes, the Hawaiian God of wind and forgiveness La’a Maomao, and Epigishmog the North American Spiritual Being of the west winds and ultimate destiny.

At first Victor had no idea who these strange men were, and as they made him uncomfortable in his anger he tried to leave the church, but upon going through the door to get back to the hospital, he was transported back to his seat. Thinking this to be a dream, Victor tried again and again to leave the church, only to find that he was always transported back to his seat, and finally gave up on his thousandth time and he looked at the gathered men who had been silent all this time until Odin finally spoke. While Victor was under the impression that the Gods had forsaken and ignored him his entire life, they had actually been silently watching him, putting him through the trials and watching him pass as best that he could.

The trials Odin explains, were a test to judge a necessary individual who would be the protector of humanity against a threat even the gathered Gods couldn’t take on, all they could do was seal it in a pocket dimension and the key to that prison was someone who could bare the responsibility, and so they found Victor. At first Victor denied that any of it was real, until Amun speaks up and tells him that the cancer in his mother’s breasts is the manifestation of this ancient evil, known as The Being Of True Torture in English being the most easily pronounceable. Victor realized that he hadn’t said anything about his mother, other than the anger filled prayer that he had earlier, and then came to the realization that these were indeed Gods, and everything he had been through was at one of their faults.

So in mid thought about lashing out and attacking them for everything he had gone through, the native American spiritual being sat him back down and told him that it was his destiny, and that they could give him all the time in the world with his family if he agreed to be the key to The Being’s prison. Victor thought for a moment and asked the question that was really burning inside him, and before he could ask, the spiritual being told him yes she will be in a peaceful place. So with a nod, they each place a palm on Victor’s body and a white light envelops the room.
As quickly as this had happened everyone had disappeared and left him alone, so he ran to his mother’s bedside, only to find that all that had transpired was actually real because nobody in the entire hospital, including his mother had moved an inch in the span of time it took for him to run the entirety of the ten story structure. That was seven months ago in normal human perception, to Victor though, that’s another story entirely…

Season 1/2 Summary: N/A

Hero Type Speedster

Powers

Power Level: World Level

Powers (Be Specific):
Super Speed- Victor can move at the speed of 1 Mile Per Yoctosecond, which is equal to a septillionth of a second

Accelerated Perception- Victor perceives everything in Super Speed Hell, almost infinitely stretched out moments in time

G-Force Adaption- Victor is immune to the effects that a speed like his would have on the human body

Aim Dodging- Victor can avoid any physical projectile attack that is below his own speed, for example he can dodge a bullet without even thinking about it, while a space probe the size and speed of Helios 2 would be moving slow enough for him to notice after awhile

Sensorimotor Synchrony- Victor’s mental processing ability matches the speed of his physical self, allowing him to think normally in Super Speed Hell

Temporal Perception Manipulation- Through physical contact, Victor can expand his abilities temporarily to one other person who doesn’t have super speed, unfortunately this puts a lot of strain on him, so he can only keep them in SSH for one real time second

Molecular Oscillation- When standing perfectly still, Victor can vibrate his molecules and phase through solid matter only a few inches thick, this ability doesn’t work as well with the liquid state of matter

Invisible Speed- Victor moves so fast that he is rendered invisible to the naked eye

Speed Clones- He can create after images of himself that act as physical clones, each one lasts 24 hours in real time, they have no special abilities of their own

Speed Clone Telepathy- He primarily uses his clones to speak to people in the normal frame of time, they act more like puppets for him to mentally manipulate, but he needs to be within a certain distance of them to work properly

Attributes

Attributes
Height: 5’11

Weight: 200 lbs

Strength: He is of average strength, able to lift about 100 pounds

Mobility: Victor can travel at 1 Mile Per Yochtosecond (or 1 septillionth of a second) continuously, when he stands still or lays down to sleep he is still moving at that exact speed

Intelligence: He is a college drop out, he was going to school to be in a surgical environment before his life changed

Fighting Skill: He is an untrained combatant initially

Resources: Minimal, initially

Weaknesses

Weaknesses:
He is not immune to someone who can predict his movements by reading his mind, or the mind of a Speed Clone which acts through him

He is not immune to those with Causality Perception based abilities

He cannot phase through liquid substances

He cannot phase through an electrical current

Outside of any speed based abilities, he is a normal human and comes pre-packaged with all the human weaknesses

He is susceptible to telepathy just like a normal human

Supporting Characters

Supporting Characters:
Abigail Donovan- His Mother, she is the one true person who knows him inside and out

Brian Donovan- Victor’s younger brother, with the disappearance of Victor, Brian had to step up and fill his shoes regrettably

Carolina Donovan- Victor’s younger sister, without a proper male role model, she’s been having a lot of boy trouble

Detective Wendy White- a detective at an inner city police precinct

Edward Donovan-Micheals- Victor’s deadbeat alcoholic father with a new family

Father Gregory- a catholic priest whom Victor communicates to about life in Super Speed Hell and trying to find a way to stay sane

Various other officers of the law, super criminals and regular criminals, and physicists who help him understand his abilities, all of whom will be described when introduced

Do you know how to post pictures on RPG boards?: This is my fancast idea for Victor

Sample Post (Minimum Four paragraphs containing dialogue. As this is an Advanced Level game, Sample must also meet the RPG forum's minimum requirement of 12 lines. Only for first time applicants.)

Sample Post

January 1st 9am and one jiffy (3x10^24)- SUPER SPEED HELL
“Oh my god, oh my god what have I done? How do I stop this?” Victor said as he paced back and forth in his mother, Abigail’s hospital room, he rubbed his terrified face and glanced over at his frail looking mother who though she was only 40 years old, he could plain as day see and study every wrinkle in her tired face. “HOW DO I STOP THIS? WHAT DID I AGREE TO?!” He yelled up at the ceiling, directing his anger at the Gods who had just only recently showed up and seemingly answered his prayers. he looked desperately back at his mother and then at the clock on the wall which had not moved in the entire time he had run up and down the hospital trying to find someone, anyone with answers.

January 1st 9am and a few seconds- Normal Speed

Abigail’s tired blue eyes fluttered open after laying in her hospital bed for what felt like to her to be an hour, but in truth was hour of which, so she struggled to get up and with the help of her IV pole and heart rate monitor she feebly walked to the doorway. “Doctor?” she asked a nurse who walked past her, “is my doctor on his way?” she asked, her voice which was once melodic and lively when she was younger has now grown tired like it had been dragged through a lifetime of mud. “oh he’s going over your lab results,” the nurse said with a smile, “he should be in shortly,” she added as she helped Abigail back into bed and reset her IV bag, and when she turned around to walk out of the room she saw the same flutter of light but thought nothing of it.

SUPER SPEED HELL 9am and one yochtosecond (10^24)

Victor plopped down in the sofa after he started to hyperventilate, freaking out that he was going to be stuck in time like he was, “This… this is all my fault.” He said, clutching his chest and feeling his erratic heartbeat, he looked around the room and thought that maybe he could write a message to his mother to let her know what he was going through, and that she could talk him through it. “What would I even write?” Victor said with a disturbed laugh, but then a thought struck him, “what if it’s just like this at the hospital?” he said out loud, and then ran out to the nurse’s station and grabbed someone’s cellphone that was laying on the desk and as he grabbed it, it seemed as if the phone accelerated to the speed that he was at and he dialed his brother’s cell phone. “Come on, pick up, Brian” he spoke desperately.

Normal Speed- 9am and a few seconds

Brian Donovan was the younger, more mischievous brother of Victor’s and was still in high school though the grades he indicated that he wouldn’t be for very long, and he was just waking up to get ready for yet another boring day of school when his cell phone rang for just a second before it cut out. “Whatever,” he said, shrugging it off and getting up to go take a shower, and he banged on his sister’s door a few times to help her get up and stop moping about her latest boyfriend failure, he turned on some heavy rock on his phone before getting undressed and then his phone rang again, same way as before. “What the Hell, asshole?” he moaned and checked the number, which was one he didn’t recognize and without any expectations he called the number back to see what their deal was.

Super Speed Hell 9am and a dekajiffy (3x10^23)

“Gahh,” Victor grunted after he had tried to call his younger brother but that idea had quickly been a misfire, so he returned the cell phone to the desk and then plopped down in one of the nurses chairs and tried to think of another idea. “What the Hell am I supposed to do now?” he asked a nurse who was checking a patient’s charts, and he spun around in his chair and looked at all the other charts lined up along the wall representing all the people admitted. “Well it could be worse, you guys.” He let out a brief stress filled bit of laughter before getting up and thought about reading the charts with his limited medical knowledge to see what his unique perspective had to offer, almost unaware that this would be the start of his new life in this nearly eternally frozen in time Hell.

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

awesome, so i just copy and paste it over to the character section?

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

the Gods will be almost entirely absent, they would only come to him in certain dire circumstances, like let's say he's facing off against a lone gunman and he's just waiting for the bullet to take him out, under normal circumstances he could be on the other side of the world before the bullet has travelled an inch, but he just wants to end it. so the Gods would show up to talk him out of acting this way, but then go their separate ways once the danger has passed. Otherwise they have metaphorically pretty much dropped him in the middle of the ocean and expect him to swim to safety.

Mercury can be Hermes, I can change that if need be

Super Speed Hell is just Victor's perception of time and the events around him, while the Speed Force is like a well full of energy that grants powers to speedsters, SSH is just what I call this frame of reference, it doesn't give powers. If Victor were to use his Temporal Perception Manipulation on a normal human being then they would have perception in the frame of reference and travel the same speed as him, but this ability only lasts for a second in real time, which in SSH is a septillionth of a second. Now if he used the same power on another speedster, then it would add his speed to theirs. his speed is the smallest unit of known temporal measurement in today's physics circles so now we're entering the unfathomable.

so to simplify, SSH is a frame of reference for Victor's travelling speed while the Speed Force is something that gives powers