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Heroes Reborn: Year Six (OPEN)

1:15 AM, January 7th, 2026
Coast City, California

Arsenal shoots his net arrow at the fleeing ATM thief, the arrowhead bursting open mid-flight and covering them, trapping the scoundrel. The thief struggles in vain as Arsenal approaches casually.

"Crime doesn't pay, jackass. It only fills you with arrows. Trust me."

A subtle curb stomp to the face later, and Arsenal leaves the unconscious crook as he hears sirens approaching. A donation pings in his ear.

ButterMyBread ($10): HE SHOT THE NET ARROW. THATS ALL WE EVER WANTED. WE IN BOIS

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11:35 PM, January 14th, 2026
Los Angeles, California

Arsenal looses an arrow, hitting the would-be mugger in the his genitals. As the man falls to the ground, clutching his crotch in pain, Arsenal turned to check on the victim as another donation ringed out from the bluetooth:

BigDick6969 ($5): YO SHIT DID HE JUST SHOOT THAT GUY IN THE DICK?!

Arsenal lets out a bark of laughter at the donation before controlling himself.

"... Yeah, yeah, I did... Are you okay, miss?"

"... You're... You're that internet guy, right...?"

Arsenal perks up. Always good to meet someone who knows of him and his work.

"Oh, yeah, I'm Arsenal! I'm actually streaming right now! You want a shoutout, or-"

Another ping in his ear interrupts his thoughts:

Whistleblower887 ($1): The police are on their way. Stay right where you are.

Arsenal can hear the distant sirens. Great, another Stream Sniper. Really gotta deal with those guys...

"The police are coming, you'll be okay. Have a nice night!"

And so, leaving the woman and the man crying in the fetal position behind, Arsenal makes a quick and narrow escape.

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10:45, January 20th, 2026
San Diego, California

As Arsenal fired another arrow into the another gang member in the warehouse, the leader must have decided to cut his losses and book it, if the car filled with drugs starting to peel out made any sense. Arsenal grinned under his mask, readying his latest creation into his bow.

"This guy isn't going anywhere! Not if my new Explosive Arrow has anything to say about it! Let's flip that bitch!"

Arsenal loosed his arrow at ground under the rear of the fleeing car. The arrow, on impact with the ground, exploded with amazing heat and force, causing the car to also explode in a great ball of flame. Arsenal stood deadly still for a few moments.

"... Less... Less gunpowder. Much less. Got it."

He quickly flees the scene, leaving the entire gang with more holes than they should probably have.

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6:00 AM, January 21st, 2026
San Diego, California

BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP

Leo hits the button as he lies in bed, half-awake and half-dressed. He lets out a sigh before getting up and going to the bathroom. The normal routine followed: taking a shower, brushing his teeth, doing some exercise, et cetera. He inspected his Arsenal gear he kept in his duffle bag, cleaning his guns and bow, and looking through his supplies.

He takes out his notepad and makes a list of things he needed to do today:

1. Pick up more food for trip to LV
2. Get more arrow materials
3. Redesign Arrows (Less Gunpowder)

With this, Leo puts a shirt on and walks out the door, exiting the motel grounds and taking a stroll to the nearby grocery store.

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12:00 Midday, January 21st, 2026
San Diego, California

Leo sat at the motel desk, looking through his notepad and inspecting his trick-arrow schematics. The pencil tapped the paper a couple of times as he thought it through. He voiced his thoughts in a low tone.

"... Let's see... 3/4 gunpowder was too much, so maybe... 1/2? Worth a shot."

He flipped to a blank page and copied the schematic, changing the measurements and labeling it "Explosive Arrow V2".

"... Could keep the other one, rename it 'High-Explosive'... Yeah. Now, for the 'Greek Fire' one... Maybe-"

There was a knock at the door, interrupting his thoughts. He quickly put down the notepad and grabbed a pistol, sitting still. They knocked again. Can't take any chances. He approached the door and opened it slowly, door chain still in place, pistol behind his back.

"Hello?"

Outside was a man, probably in his early 30's. He looked pretty winded, and was wearing a tank-top, with a tattoo on his shoulder.

"Hey, man, you got any cash to spare? I need some money for gas, it's an emergency."

Leo paused for a moment, trying to sense if there was any danger near, but relaxed.

"Yeah, sure. Let me get my wallet."

As closed the door, his sixth sense kicked in, reading the man's intentions.

CAN'T BE LATE
CAN'T MISS IT AGAIN
NOT ANOTHER BIRTHDAY

Yeah, he was legit. Leo grabbed his wallet, holstered his pistol, and opened the door. The man looked relieved.

"Oh, thank god, you were the only person to here willing to do me a solid!"

"It's no problem. How much you need?"

"$20! It's all I need!"

Upon closer inspection, Leo saw that the tattoo was a military one. Looks like he was in the infantry. He hands the man a $100 bill.

"Thanks, so- Wait. This is a 100. I just need 20."

"Keep it. Always good to help a fellow soldier."

The man looks puzzled for a moment, then realizes and looks at his tattoo, grinning.

"... You served too?"

Leo rolls up his sleeve, displaying his own tattoo.

"Marines. Marksman."

"... Thank you, sir!"

They both give a firm handshake. Leo smiles. Good feels were had all around.

"No need for that, my good man. We're both civvies. Now, wasn't there something important you needed to do?"

The man, his smile quickly dropping into shock, nodded and bolted away in the direction of the gas station. Leo stood there for another moment, smiling, before heading back inside. He sits back at the desk and picks up the pencil.

"... Speaking of gas, can't use gasoline, too expensive... Maybe Lighter Fluid..."

By the end of the day, Leo had another prototype in mind.

Adventure! - Stories of different worlds and realities (Private)

Hawke picked up the sword from the ground, looking with sadness as the mysterious infection took the man. Although they didn't really know each other, he knew Wilhem was a good man, and didn't deserve to go out like this. He spoke a few words of ease to the dead man:

"... Thank you, Wilhelm. May whatever comes next be better than this fate."

With that, Hawke aims the broadsword for a quick, clean kill through the mandibles and into the brain.

Overlord - Glory in a new World

@Lucius Cypher@Darked13@Rune_Alchemist

Sorry, messed up my tags. Post is up.

Overlord - Glory in a new World

Whoa. That was a big worm that just burst from the wall. And judging from the tremors that Xavier currently feels, that wasn't the only one. Remembering that his character had a movement ability, Xavier tried really hard to use his Light Dash. Fortunately, after realizing he had to actually move to use it, he dodged backwards just in time for the worm to burst the ground.

"Note to self: Move."

On the upside, he wasn't eaten like those standing around him. On the downside, there was a giant worm of death here. So yeah. There's a problem.

Xavier, now remembering that actual moves are a thing, tries to activate his "consecutive hits" ability. A barrage of punches seemed to be just what was need right now. Well, and some air freshener from all the corpses, but that can wait.

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Heroes Reborn: Year Six (OPEN)

10:25 PM, January 5th, 2026
San Fransisco, California

Arsenal re-adjusts the GoPro on his chest, then checks his phone to look at the chat. Messages fly by from the thousands of people watching, all trying to communicate with the man himself. Of course, Leo can't read them all, but some people opt to donate money in exchange for a special shoutout. That's what the bluetooth he's wearing is for. Arsenal re-reads a few messages.

CatchingZZZ ($20): Another action-packed night! Good Luck, Arsenal!

Bamboozled3395 ($15): Ey fam, any chance you could use a net arrow? Your trick arrows are the best ilu <3

Ligma420 ($1): Arsenal sucks Arsenal sucks Arsenal sucks wwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww oh yes daddy

"Oof, looks like the mods gotta take care of that one..."

He puts his phone away and looks down from his rooftop perch at the meeting below. 10 guys, 5 from both groups. Two are meeting in the middle, a briefcase held by one as the other opens a trunk, showing the illegal contraband inside. What a lucky break, stumbling upon this. Arsenal readies his glue-trap and flash arrows, holding the two in his right hand as he steadies his shot.

"Now, as I've said before, what's about to happen isn't for the faint of heart. If you're under 18, you shouldn't even be watching, and if you're a real fan, you'll stop... Or at least watch with your parents."

As the trunk closes and the briefcase changes hands, Arsenal looses the Glue trap arrow. It hits the case directly and explodes on impact, trapping the briefcase and the men holding it against the trunk, in the special, quick-hardening polymer. The group doesn't even have time to be confused before Arsenal shoots the Flash Arrow, impacting the ground and exploding, blinding them all.

Arsenal fires a few broadheads in quick succession, hitting 4 grunts in the chest with arrows. Usually, that's enough to keep them down, but the third required a double-tap, another arrow flying into his abdomen. That put him down.

RETURNING FIRE

Arsenal moved out of the way as a volley of bullets sprayed his last location. Flash must've worn off. Probably wasn't bright enough. He made a mental note to add more aluminum, as he fired another arrow at the 5th criminal's arm, causing him to drop the rifle. The next one hit him in the chest, and he wasn't a problem anymore. 3 to go.

These last 3, however, were actually smart enough to take cover from the volley of arrows. They were hiding. Arsenal nocked an arrow, and made his way down the fire escape. He wasn't halfway down when he felt it.

SURPRISE ATTACK

Arsenal's arrow was already fully drawn when the man popped out from behind the nearby dumpster, and before he even pulled the trigger, an arrow was in his chest. That one was a little bit close to the heart. The hospital's gonna have a busy night. Arsenal continued his way down, hearing another message in his ear as he slid down the ladder:

Execute_iveAction ($50): My main man Arsenal, cleaning house! Doing what the cops wont.

Ah yes, a good donation to respond to. Arsenal readies another broadhead.

"Hey, guys, just because I'm risking my life doing this doesn't mean that the police-"

SURPRISE ATTACK

The 7th criminal charges Arsenal with his bat, only to be met with a quick arrow in the knee. He trips up and falls to the ground, shouting and clutching his knee.

"... Doesn't mean that the police don't risk their lives everyday to keep us safe. I'm just a bit more direct, that's all. Don't try this at home."

Arsenal approaches the car just as the two men shatter the glue. It can't even hold two men? He makes another mental note to change up the formula of the glue. It's still too brittle when it dries.

The two men look at Arsenal, then both start fighting over the briefcase. Well, at least they're still attached one way. He takes this opportunity shoot them both with his broadheads, firing both at the same time in a split. Both men go down, groaning in pain, and dropping the case.

"I wouldn't try to pull those out, if I were you. Very painful, and you'll probably bleed out. Just stay down."

Arsenal picks up the briefcase, sheathing his bow onto his back. Last guy probably booked it anyway. He opened it up and took a look inside, making sure the GoPro on his vest can see as well. The case contained a vast amount of money, with the case looking like someone really liked Benjamin Franklin. He could already tell the chat was going crazy. It is tempting...

SNEAK ATTACK

Arsenal had a hand on his pistol as he spun around, drawing it an instant and firing three shots into the man's chest, causing him to fall over and drop his tire iron. Those shots definitely punctured both lungs. Arsenal gets a better look, and the man can't be much younger than he is. Definitely not as smart, coming back instead of running.

"Oh, god damnit. You startled me! Look at what you made me do! You'd better pray the ambulance gets here quick."

As if on cue, the sirens came into earshot. Time to leave. Holstering his pistol and closing the briefcase, Arsenal takes out his bow and another Glue Arrow. He throws the case into the air and shoots it with the arrow, pinning it to a wall. It should hold, but this glue's ultimately flawed.

As Arsenal makes his escape, he addresses his fans.

"I know, I know. 'Arsenal, why didn't you take the money?! It's not even stealing! They probably stole it first!'. Yes. That's the point."

He takes off the GoPro and turns it to his masked face.

"That money is dirty. Stolen, Laundered, Counterfeit, Unmarked. Whatever. It's not right take it. That's just... wrong. I'm letting the police do their job as I finished mine. Stream's over, guys. See you later!"

And with that, he stops recording, and the camera turns off with a beep.

Adventure! - Stories of different worlds and realities (Private)

Name: Gabriel Hawke
Age: 30
Gender: Male
Race: Human

Background: Birn into a relatively wealthy noble family and once a soldier with a talent for killing bad guys, Lieutenant Hawke was court-martialed for killing his superior officer, following an ethically questionable but strategically sound order. He's spent the last 2 years behind bars.

Personality: Hawke gives off an aura of strength and passion, despite appearing disinterested. He also has a strong sense of justice, most likely what landed him here in the first place. Being a former military officer, he's a great tactician and fighter.

Weapons:

Prison Shank: A makeshift knife Hawke crafted, for defense.

Aether: Hawke's greatsword, currently on display in the warden's office. Pretentious dick.

Misc: Hawke's cell is currently located in the upper levels of the prison, with other "high security" inmates, in the infection-free zone. For now.

Heroes Reborn: Year Six (OPEN)

12:00 midnight, January 5th, 2026
Truth or Consequences, New Mexico

Hayley, a young woman of 19, was walking home from a party. Her parents wanted her home by 12, but she was almost home anyway, so she wasn't in a rush. As she continued her walk, though, she felt like she was being... watched. Hayley turned slightly and saw a hooded figure behind her, a few dozen yards away, walking in the same direction she was. It was deadly quiet, and nobody else was around but the two of them.

Feeling a bit nervous, Hayley decided to pick up the pace. The man did as well. She turned a corner. The man followed her. She turned another. The man followed. He was slowly gaining on her. That's when Hayley just decided to break into a run, and predictably, the man followed her, sprinting as well. She turned the next two faster than him, having briefly lost him. Hayley looked behind her as she turned another corner.

THUD

Next thing she knew, she was on her ass, having just run into something. Her handbag she was carrying had it's contents spilled all over the sidewalk. She looked slowly up at what she just bumped into, terrified, and saw... a man in a dress jacket, also on his ass. He spoke up first, in an apologetic tone.

"Oh, I'm sorry, miss. I wasn't looking where I was going. Are you hurt?"

"... Um... No. I'm fine. It's not your fault, I was running."

The man stood up and offered her his hand.

"Oh, are you one of those late-night jogger types?"

Hayley took his hand and stood to her feet as well, just as the figure who was following her turned the corner. She looked at the figure, terrified, and looked back at the dressed-up man with pleading eyes.

"That guy's been chasing me! Please, help!"

The figure approached closer, and drew a kitchen knife from his hoodie. The dressed man looked back at Hayley, his tone changing to a serious one.

"Stay right here. Grab your things. I'll handle him."

She nodded wordlessly in response, and started retrieving her scattered belongings while the man went to confront the figure. She grabbed her handbag and started putting her things inside. When she looked back up, she could see the figure trying to slash the man, but kept missing. The man grabbed the figure's knife-wielding hand and punched them in the face, making them drop the knife. The man then put a knee to the figure's abdomen, and he threw the figure to the floor, shouting at him. The figure apparently got the message, and started to flee in the other direction.

Hayley was awestruck for a moment, but when the man turned and started on his way back, she quickly looked back at the ground and resumed collecting her things. When the man returned, he helped as well, grabbing her wallet and handing it to her.

"I took care of him. Are you gonna be alright?"

She looked at him for a moment, into his worried eyes, before snapping out of it and taking the wallet.

"... Yeah. Thank you, thank you so much."

They both stood as she closed her handbag back up.

"It's no problem. Are you gonna make it home okay?"

Hayley looked around. She ran pretty far off course. It might take her a bit longer to make it home than she'd like. This man was strong, and he had a certain way about him that seemed chivalrous.

"... You wouldn't mind... Walking me home, would you?"

He paused, considering the offer. He extended a hand.

"... Sure. I can do that. What's your name?"

She took his hand, shaking it lightly.

"Hayley. It's nice to meet you."

"Nice to meet you too, Hayley. I'm Charles."

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12:30 January 5th, 2026
Truth or Consequences, New Mexico

Hayley, despite the potential danger earlier, was having a great time. Her and Charles had talked for a while on the walk back, and they'd gotten to know a bit more about each other. Hayley had talked about her time at college, her overbearing parents, her annoying little brother, and the job she has as a nurse. Charles had talked about how he was from Cambridge and went to M.I.T, and how he's in New Mexico on business.

Hayley had started thinking she'd found a perfect man. Charles was smart, kind, and if the fight earlier was of any indication, he was strong too. He was easy on the eyes, as well. The way he talked, it was almost as if he knew exactly what to say. And it was working.

"Oh, is this the place?"

Hayley had been lost in thought and hadn't realized her house just ahead. It's like the time flew by.

"Oh. Yeah. That's my house."

Charles walked her to the door. She fumbled with the keys for a moment before putting one in and unlocking the door, opening it. A woman's voice came from inside.

"Hayley, is that you? It's past 12:30!"

"Yeah, mom, it's me. I got caught up in something."

Charles turned to leave with an awkward wave.

"... Um... Have a nice night."

"Wait! Hold on!"

Charles halted his movements and turned back as Hayley called inside the house.

"I'll be just a sec!"

She approached him and reached inside her handbag, sifting through for her wallet.

"You deserve some sort of reward, right? Let me just-"

"Oh, no no, that won't be neccessary."

Charles interrupts and puts a his hand on the one reaching into the purse. They both stay like that for a moment, staring into each other's eyes and blushing. Hayley drops the handbag as they both inch closer to each other. All Charles had to do was say something nice. Any compliment, any sweet little nothing, and she was his.

"... You... Smell really nice..."

Close enough.

Hayley and Charles shared a passionate kiss right then and there, holding each other like they'd never let go. Hayley had never kissed anybody as good as Charles. It was intoxicating. She wanted to be like this, to be with this man she'd just met, forever, doing nothing else. This day was possibly the best day of her life.

... Unfortunately, for her... it was also her last.

As the kiss went on, Hayley's throat began to hurt. She tried to pull away, but Charles held the back of her head too tightly. She started feeling real, intense pain from her chest and stomach. She tried to scream in pain, but Charles had her muffled with his mouth. She noticed his face was no longer blushing, his expression stone-cold. Eventually, the cells had eaten away at her trachea and lungs, and she couldn't scream anymore as the cells ate her from the inside-out. Charles didn't need to kiss her anymore, and he gently pulled away as she watched in silent horror.

Finally, the pain ended when she was fully assimilated. Virus let out a small chuckle from the joy, but kept his cool. He was still hungry, after all. The mother's voice sounded from inside again.

"Hayley, are you coming in anytime soon? Or are you planning to Air-condition the entire neighborhood?"

Virus' larynx and lungs reformed as he responded.

"Sorry, thought I forgot something. I'm coming."

Virus stepped through the doorway, closing the door behind him, and locking it with a click.

Heroes Reborn: Year Six (OPEN)

Villian
Low (possibly Medium) Ultra Tier

So you wanted a Villian?

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"Well, aren't you lookin' like a snack..."

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Villain Name: Virus
Civilian Name: Charles Richmond
Origin City: Lexington, MA
Hometown: Truth or Consequences, NM
Sex: Variable, Originally Male
Race: Variable, Originally Caucasian
Height: Variable, Originally 5"10
Weight: Variable, Originally 190lb
Age: 25 Birth Date: October 13th, 2001

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Costumed Appearance: Virus' preferred form is also his original: a man with short-cut dark brown hair, wearing a dress jacket, shirt and a tie, slacks, and loafers.

Civilian Appearance: Virus can become anyone you'd see on the street, from the average businessman to a career criminal, from a stray cat to a goddamn tree. Extremely variable. You could be able to tell it was him if you could somehow tell the clothes he was wearing were attached to his body.

Icon: Doesn't associate himself with trivial icons.

Personality: Virus is insane, no questions asked. Not only does he tend to eat people as a food source, he takes pleasure in killing and eating them. He tends to laugh while slaughtering innocents. In an actual difficult fight, however, he becomes much more stone faced and serious. He also has an unnatural fascination with becoming stronger, or in his words, "the top of the food chain".

That being said, he's extremely cunning and clever, taking steps to ensure his own survival and avoid capture. He's not against using others for his own benefit, through deception or otherwise.

Super abilities:

-Skills:
Mastermind level intellect
Various combat skills (Hand to Hand, Weapons, Marksmanship, etc.)
Various menial skills (Cooking, Writing, Origami, etc.)

-Powers:
Cell Manipulation:
Virus can manipulate his own body's cells into a sort of "hivemind". These cells are highly advanced and much more complex than the average animal cell. Any cell can become any other cell. Virus can even disappate his form to walk through mesh and gain flexibility. These cells as a whole, however, get hungry... Which leads to our next ability.

Assimilation:
Virus' main ability. His cells break off his body in a swarm and begin consuming a nearby living being, be it plants, animals, or human. It's mostly human, though. This allows him to not only absorb the energy from the being, but also gain access to it's memory (if it has one) and DNA codes, allowing him to essesntially "copy" abilities. The stronger the ability, the more people he needs to eat to make it work properly, depending on the "quality" of the person.

Shapeshifting:
Virus can perfectly mimic anyone or anything he's assimilated, all the cells in his body shifting to accomodate the form. He can also re-arrange his biomass into different weapons: Armor, Shields, Blades, Claws, etc.

Assimilatiing more people means that Virus's body will become more dense, meaning more biomass to work with.

Healing Factor:
While not exactly "healing", Virus can use excess cells to replace damaged or destroyed ones. He does have an extremely minor regeneration, though. Comined with his cell manipulation, and given enough time, he can potentially regrow his entire body from a single cell.

Asorbed Powers:
His mimic powers are gained from assimilating, and tend to be weaker than the orginals. They include the minor healing factor above as well as Super Strength, Flight, Energy Manipulation, Telepathy, and other mundane abilities such as water breathing and enhanced reflexes.

-----Biography-----

Character History/Origin:
Charles Richmond used to be an average man. He was single, and didn't have many friends. He grew up in a wealthy family, went to M.I.T and graduated as a Bioscience major, and was hired to do government research in a facility in New Mexico. Originally, the facility was used to research the effects of disease on animals, testing various cures and vaccines for human use. Following the rise of superheroes and the One Week War, however, the facility was redirected to developing top-secret "countermeasures" against these metahumans, should the population be threatened again.

For the next five years, Charles would work on various bioweapons. Originally, they'd tested the weapons on animals, but to his shock and surprise, the project shifted to human testing, on prison inmates sentenced to death. He was horrified and partially disgusted by this course of action, but still convinced in the project's intentions, Charles continued working. This continued until 2025, when the accident occured.

Charles was preparing to test a new virus, one that would re-program cells to instantly become cancerous and attack the body. The man he was about to inject this virus into the biggest behemoth of a man Charles had ever saw. Bulging muscles, tattoos covering his body, you know this man's killed before. Turns out he had an intense fear of needles. No amount of sedation they could have gave him that day would have been enough to stop him from breaking free of his bonds and stabbing Charles with the needle.

The needle punctured his hazmat suit, and the virus entered his body. At first, Charles collapsed and screamed from the pain of his cells being re-written and eating each other. Then, for a few moments, there was nothing. No thought or consciousness. A moment after that, Charles was back, still laid on the floor, his collegues staying as far from his body as they could while a security team was restraining the inmate.

But now, Charles had a certain... hunger.

His body morphed at an impossible shape and he'd burst from the hazmat, this form rushing the nearest guard and tearing him open, the cells breaking off Charles and entering his gaping wounds, eating him from the inside-out. The rest of the team open-fired, but this monster was too quick, killing them all one-by-one and feasting on the remains in seconds, nothing left of them but the torn clothes and weapons.

The inmate tried to escape this formless beast, but he too was cut down and devoured. It was as if on instinct. The scientists on the other end of the room were frantically trying to leave, but the room was sealed by security glass until the biohazard was contained. Taking this moment to gather his thoughts, Charles pulled himself back together: he'd formed his head, then his chest and arms, then his legs, then started working on the details such as his hair and face, his hands and feet, his fingers and toes. It was all second nature to him.

And when he'd gazed upon his terrified coworkers with his reformed eyes, all he saw was his next meal.

A few minutes of bloodcurdling screams and then a few more of silence, Charles had finally had his hunger sated enough to think clearly. He was horrified. He'd just killed over a dozen people. Why?! What had he become?! He couldn't live with himself. He'd looked inside himself, thinking on what he'd do, when he heard the voices. The memories of the people he'd killed, all playing at once inside his head. All of them synced to his killing frenzy. Replaying over and over, because he couldn't stop thinking about it. That's when he'd snapped.

Charles was a monster. It's what he was now. He had to embrace it. To give in to the hunger. It was natural now. It was him now. He was the Virus.

After morphing his hand into a heavy fist, and a couple hard pounds, Virus broke the security glass, proceeding to slaughter the entire complex. His cells were happy, so he was happy, laughing as he tore through the staff, absorbing them. He'd entered areas that before he didn't have clearance for, finding a few projects about giving powers to normal humans.

Not only did the test subjects give him more power, but according to the cells, they were delicious.

After cleaning the entire facility, Virus escaped, leaving behind nothing but his inhibitions.

Optional information

Virus can only assimilate organic substances. He can't anything artificial.

Potential Weaknesses:

Destroying every cell in Virus' body.
Cutting off his food supply, causing the cells to eventually eat themselves.
Having him eat something/someone with genetic defects or disadvantages, causing him to purge the defected cells.
A cure for the man-made virus that has taken over Charles.
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Nemesis: N/A
Allies: N/A
Team: N/A

Heroes Reborn: Year Six (OPEN)

11:02 New Year's Day, 2026
Downtown, Star City, California

Arsenal sat perched on a rooftop, overlooking the city streets below, thinking back on what kind of adventures he's experienced fighting crime as Arsenal. Stopping muggings, foiling robberies, raiding some criminal hives, fighting that one guy dressed as a clock... Good times. Wherever evil had sprouted it's malicious roots, Arsenal was there to stomp it out, his fans cheering him on.

Well, turns out there's only so much evil to be stomped. It's been a solid 2 weeks and the only crime Leo's stopped was a homeless person robbing an ATM. It was boring. And his fanbase was starting to notice. Leo let out a sigh.

Guess it's time for him to move on.

Arsenal whips out his phone, takes a deep breath, and starts recording:

"Hey there, guys, gals, and people of no specific gender! It's your friendly neighborhood bowman, Arsenal. Here's the latest update:"

He spins the phone around ans pans the city-scape, voicing over his thoughts.

"Look at our beautiful city. Peaceful. Crime rate's gone down to near-nothing..."

Arsenal spins the phone back to himself.

"Boring, am I right? Think the police have gotten a bit lazy as well. Well, don't you peeps worry. It's time to unveil that I'm going on tour! I'll be heading out in a few days, traveling from city-to-city, kicking ass and taking names. I'll go to whatever cities are interesting and stop whenever I feel like it. Cool? Cool."

Arsenal does a finger gun to the camera as he lays out the rest of his plans.

"There's gonna be fighting. There's gonna be actual streams for subscribers. There's gonna be fun. If you happen to see me, give me a shout, uhhh, and that's about it. See you guys in-"

Suddenly, a shout echoes across the buildings of the peaceful city.

"There's my cue! Laters!"

Leo stops recording and uploads the video to his blog, putting his phone away and rushing off to shoot some arrows...

Heroes Reborn: Year Six (OPEN)

Anti-Hero/Hero
Powerhouse Street Level

Adventurers, get some knee protection

"'Bet I can shoot another arrow into that guy before he hits the ground."

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Alias: Arsenal
Civilian Name: Leonardo "Leo" Cash
Origin City/Hometown: Star City
Sex: Male
Race: Human (Caucasian)
Height: 6 feet
Weight: 160 pounds
Age: 21
Birth Date: August 5th 2004

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Costumed Appearance: Having poured most of his resources into his gadgets, Arsenal's costume is a simple combat vest with a military jacket over it, and his mask is nothing more than a red bandana with eyeholes. He wears jeans with kneepads and athletic shoes.

Civilian Appearance: Leo's wardrobe is just about as complex as his alter ego: He wears a dark red hoodie and jeans. But now that his mask is off, you'll see a young, relatively good-looking man staring back, with his short auburn hair, piercing brown eyes, and a grin that could melt a heart of stone.

Icon: This, spraypainted on the back of the jacket and vest in red.

Costumed Personality: Arsenal is many things, but "stoic" is not one of them. He constantly and consistently taunts his opponents with various quips and one-liners. You might even say it's a coping mechanism. That being said, he has no problem killing bad guys. Maybe even in brutal ways, depending on the weapon. Sometimes he leaves the bad dudes alive if he can, but most of the time it's just easier to kill them. He does NOT hurt innocent civilians, though... Well, unless they're a dick.

Civilian Personality: Leo's personality recently is still the happy, charming, and funny guy he always was, just a lot more... Tired. You could say this is due to him being up all night most nights playing hero. Or not. Either way, he's a good guy, polite and such. Pretty passive as well, not really confrontational at all. Not to say he can't or won't defend himself if provoked, just that he's not usually the one doing the provoking.

-----Abilities-----

-Skills:

Skilled Freerunner
Skilled Scout
Expert Martial Artist
Expert Weapon User
Master Marksman

-Powers:

Minor Telepathy/Enhanced Reflexes
Arsenal's metahuman ability is slight telepathy, allowing him to read... Ideas. So he can't tell exactly what you're thinking, but he can read what the general impression is. For example, if you think about going out for a burger because you're hungry, Arsenal can tell you're thinking about going out for food. Likewise, in a fight, if you're thinking about throwing a right hook to Arsenal in the throat, he can read "Right punch". It's kind of like a sixth sense.

Incredible Luck
Arsenal finds himself in a few bad spots sometimes, and you might think he has the worst luck. Not so! Sometimes, Arsenal will pull off some sort of stunt that should have never worked. Most of the time, though, his luck comes in the form of improvised weapons. Gardening tools, a stray bottle, power tools, darts, a loose brick, traffic cone, a pencil, etc., all become useful weapons in his hands.

-Gadgets:

Trick Arrows
Ah, yes, alongside Arsenal's normal arrows, there's the trick arrows. Ice bomb arrow, flaming arrow, sleeping gas arrow, explosive arrow, taser net arrow, boxing glove arrow, and many more depending on the narrative need.

-Weapons:

To Arsenal, anything is a weapon, so he doesn't need any on him!

But, y'know, he still has some. Just in case.

Anyway, Arsenal is equipped with his custom recurve bow and arrows. His secondary weapon is a pair of FiveSevens he has holstered at his sides. If worse comes to worse, he has a knife sheathed in his vest.

Civilian Occupation:
Freelancer/Blogger
("Hashtag 'JustHeroThings'.")

-----Biography-----

Character History/Origin:
Leonardo Cash was a very smart and gifted child, born into a moderately wealthy family. When he was a boy, he was great at taking things apart and putting them back together, and built things for fun (including smoke bombs and complex paper crafts). When he'd started growing older, though, he realized he had a knack for hitting things really accurately. Leo joined the Archery club in high school alongside engineering classes, and graduated with solid A's across the board.

He was slated to go to college when his parents were murdered by a random junkie one night, on their way home from a dinner party. Leo was overwhelmed with grief, and deciding that he wouldn't be able to focus in college, he joined the military at 18, looking to harden himself. His natural skill with hitting targets allowed him to join the marines as a marksman. He'd always somehow know where the bad guys were and how they'd react.

The 2 years spent fighting in the military instilled a sense of excitement from Leo. Stopping bad guys was really fun. So when he was discharged for beating 5 of his fellow soldiers to a bloody mess (with nothing but a metal tray and a spoon, mind you) following a particularly hurtful comment, Leo found himself in a limbo of sorts, just staying at his old house and visiting his parent's graves. He'd stayed like this for a month or so before one fateful night, where he beat a would-be mugger (with nothing but a keychain) after somehow sensing the man coming up behind him.

It was on that night he'd thought to himself: "Why don't I just do this all the time?"

After a trip to a weapon's shop, a visit to the local hardware mart, and a breeze through a thrift store, Arsenal was born. He'd stalk the streets at night, bringing justice and arrow holes to every evildoer in his hometown of Star City. For extra funsies, Leo had created a few "trick arrows" of his own design, to help him shoot bad guys more effectively.

It didn't occur to him until another month after that night, when he realized that being a hero doesn't pay the bills, for him to just join social media, start blogging about being a masked hero and earn money that way. Today, he has thousands of visits on his blog page daily, and even has a subsribing system where people can just give him money. So by day, he's Leonardo Cash, an ex-marine between jobs. By night, he's Arsenal, a masked hero bringing retribution to the lawless, while taking a selfie.

Optional information:
Being from Star City, Leo speaks in a "Californian" dialect. It matches his fun-loving personality.

He's also ambidextrous, so he can shoot arrows at bad guys from any angle.

... Y'know, I'm not sure he's handling his feelings correctly, but hey, at least he's doing something productive.

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Nemesis: N/A
Allies: N/A
Team: N/A

Villian
Low (possibly Medium) Ultra Tier

So you wanted a Villian?

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"Well, aren't you lookin' like a snack..."

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Villain Name: Virus
Civilian Name: Charles Richmond
Origin City: Lexington, MA
Hometown: Truth or Consequences, NM
Sex: Variable, Originally Male
Race: Variable, Originally Caucasian
Height: Variable, Originally 5"10
Weight: Variable, Originally 190lb
Age: 25 Birth Date: October 13th, 2001

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Costumed Appearance: Virus' preferred form is also his original: a man with short-cut dark brown hair, wearing a dress jacket, shirt and a tie, slacks, and loafers.

Civilian Appearance: Virus can become anyone you'd see on the street, from the average businessman to a career criminal, from a stray cat to a goddamn tree. Extremely variable. You could be able to tell it was him if you could somehow tell the clothes he was wearing were attached to his body.

Icon: Doesn't associate himself with trivial icons.

Personality: Virus is insane, no questions asked. Not only does he tend to eat people as a food source, he takes pleasure in killing and eating them. He tends to laugh while slaughtering innocents. In an actual difficult fight, however, he becomes much more stone faced and serious. He also has an unnatural fascination with becoming stronger, or in his words, "the top of the food chain".

That being said, he's extremely cunning and clever, taking steps to ensure his own survival and avoid capture. He's not against using others for his own benefit, through deception or otherwise.

Super abilities:

-Skills:
Mastermind level intellect
Various combat skills (Hand to Hand, Weapons, Marksmanship, etc.)
Various menial skills (Cooking, Writing, Origami, etc.)

-Powers:
Cell Manipulation:
Virus can manipulate his own body's cells into a sort of "hivemind". These cells are highly advanced and much more complex than the average animal cell. Any cell can become any other cell. Virus can even disappate his form to walk through mesh and gain flexibility. These cells as a whole, however, get hungry... Which leads to our next ability.

Assimilation:
Virus' main ability. His cells break off his body in a swarm and begin consuming a nearby living being, be it plants, animals, or human. It's mostly human, though. This allows him to not only absorb the energy from the being, but also gain access to it's memory (if it has one) and DNA codes, allowing him to essesntially "copy" abilities. The stronger the ability, the more people he needs to eat to make it work properly, depending on the "quality" of the person.

Shapeshifting:
Virus can perfectly mimic anyone or anything he's assimilated, all the cells in his body shifting to accomodate the form. He can also re-arrange his biomass into different weapons: Armor, Shields, Blades, Claws, etc.

Assimilatiing more people means that Virus's body will become more dense, meaning more biomass to work with.

Healing Factor:
While not exactly "healing", Virus can use excess cells to replace damaged or destroyed ones. He does have an extremely minor regeneration, though. Comined with his cell manipulation, and given enough time, he can potentially regrow his entire body from a single cell.

Asorbed Powers:
His mimic powers are gained from assimilating, and tend to be weaker than the orginals. They include the minor healing factor above as well as Super Strength, Flight, Energy Manipulation, Telepathy, and other mundane abilities such as water breathing and enhanced reflexes.

-----Biography-----

Character History/Origin:
Charles Richmond used to be an average man. He was single, and didn't have many friends. He grew up in a wealthy family, went to M.I.T and graduated as a Bioscience major, and was hired to do government research in a facility in New Mexico. Originally, the facility was used to research the effects of disease on animals, testing various cures and vaccines for human use. Following the rise of superheroes and the One Week War, however, the facility was redirected to developing top-secret "countermeasures" against these metahumans, should the population be threatened again.

For the next five years, Charles would work on various bioweapons. Originally, they'd tested the weapons on animals, but to his shock and surprise, the project shifted to human testing, on prison inmates sentenced to death. He was horrified and partially disgusted by this course of action, but still convinced in the project's intentions, Charles continued working. This continued until 2025, when the accident occured.

Charles was preparing to test a new virus, one that would re-program cells to instantly become cancerous and attack the body. The man he was about to inject this virus into the biggest behemoth of a man Charles had ever saw. Bulging muscles, tattoos covering his body, you know this man's killed before. Turns out he had an intense fear of needles. No amount of sedation they could have gave him that day would have been enough to stop him from breaking free of his bonds and stabbing Charles with the needle.

The needle punctured his hazmat suit, and the virus entered his body. At first, Charles collapsed and screamed from the pain of his cells being re-written and eating each other. Then, for a few moments, there was nothing. No thought or consciousness. A moment after that, Charles was back, still laid on the floor, his collegues staying as far from his body as they could while a security team was restraining the inmate.

But now, Charles had a certain... hunger.

His body morphed at an impossible shape and he'd burst from the hazmat, this form rushing the nearest guard and tearing him open, the cells breaking off Charles and entering his gaping wounds, eating him from the inside-out. The rest of the team open-fired, but this monster was too quick, killing them all one-by-one and feasting on the remains in seconds, nothing left of them but the torn clothes and weapons.

The inmate tried to escape this formless beast, but he too was cut down and devoured. It was as if on instinct. The scientists on the other end of the room were frantically trying to leave, but the room was sealed by security glass until the biohazard was contained. Taking this moment to gather his thoughts, Charles pulled himself back together: he'd formed his head, then his chest and arms, then his legs, then started working on the details such as his hair and face, his hands and feet, his fingers and toes. It was all second nature to him.

And when he'd gazed upon his terrified coworkers with his reformed eyes, all he saw was his next meal.

A few minutes of bloodcurdling screams and then a few more of silence, Charles had finally had his hunger sated enough to think clearly. He was horrified. He'd just killed over a dozen people. Why?! What had he become?! He couldn't live with himself. He'd looked inside himself, thinking on what he'd do, when he heard the voices. The memories of the people he'd killed, all playing at once inside his head. All of them synced to his killing frenzy. Replaying over and over, because he couldn't stop thinking about it. That's when he'd snapped.

Charles was a monster. It's what he was now. He had to embrace it. To give in to the hunger. It was natural now. It was him now. He was the Virus.

After morphing his hand into a heavy fist, and a couple hard pounds, Virus broke the security glass, proceeding to slaughter the entire complex. His cells were happy, so he was happy, laughing as he tore through the staff, absorbing them. He'd entered areas that before he didn't have clearance for, finding a few projects about giving powers to normal humans.

Not only did the test subjects give him more power, but according to the cells, they were delicious.

After cleaning the entire facility, Virus escaped, leaving behind nothing but his inhibitions.

Optional information

Virus can only assimilate organic substances. He can't anything artificial.

Potential Weaknesses:

Destroying every cell in Virus' body.
Cutting off his food supply, causing the cells to eventually eat themselves.
Having him eat something/someone with genetic defects or disadvantages, causing him to purge the defected cells.
A cure for the man-made virus that has taken over Charles.
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Nemesis: N/A
Allies: N/A
Team: N/A