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

Character you have created: Sinclair Adams

Alias: Hound Dog

Speech Color This color, yellow?

Character Alignment: Hero

Identity: Public

Character Personality: He’s a man who can’t leave someone alone when they are in need, even when he lacked the use of his legs and had limited arm movement he still tried to stand up to bullies when someone called. He watched Happy Days as a child and tried to model himself after Arthur Fonzarelli or Fonzie, noting that he was worried he’d become like his drunken mother who abused him and his father always belittling him for his many failures. He’s protective of the weak, a defender who prioritizes the people over fame or money though he does make public appearances to discuss current metahuman issues. To put people at ease, he adopts a theme as a rockabilly speaking and dressing in their style, something to distract others from the troubles and to better identify how he wants to present himself as laid back and in control.

Uniform/costume: He dresses in leather jackets and jeans, and has no spandex like costume nor mask. He wants to be open and honest with a welcoming smile.

Outfit

Origin Info/Details: Born of italian descent to Bianca and Dario Adams he was raised in Pacific Point and grew up rather normally until one day at the age of seven he visited his father’s work. He had been warned not to play around the docks were no place for a child but they lived close enough that he’d wander over, the accident that paralyzed him was also the fault of his father, although the report said faulty gears on the forklift Dario never forgave himself, and felt there was something anything he could do to prevent it. A fact Bianca constantly reminds him of and one she never forgave him for; slipping into alcohol under the pressure of raising a paraplegic for a son. She always felt she could have married better, a richer man.

As the tensions in the house slowly boiled over Adam hunkered down into his books, and old TV shows. He learned, and while he was bright he dedicated his young life to science, medicine and theoretical physics. Hoping that he’ll become good enough to make up for his parents mistakes, that he’ll save lives and heal the rift between them.

All through school he tried to be the good guy, the one who diffused conflict despite being wheelchair bound, all that changed in the last year of high school when domes covered cities and gave people powers. It took him a while before he could apply his powers to himself but thanks to his bookworm past he could theorize many practical applications.

Hero Type (Select one): Elemental Electricity Generation/Manipulation

Power Level (Select one below):
C. World Level (Ex. Flash, Superman)

Powers (Be Specific): Electricity Generation/Manipulation

Able to produce nuclear reactor levels of electricity there is little chance he will ever be drained dry he is by far the electrical user with the most potential output allowing him to defy gravity and even lift objects from the water through electromagnetism.

He can produce a barrier that deflects physical objects as long as they can be conductive even if only slightly.

Shoot lighting bolts, and reduce the speed of his falls using electromagnetism to create a negative charge upon himself and save himself from lethal falls. And even discharging electrical pulses. That are more like orbs of lighting.

He even has incredible speed, zipping over telephone wires, or water any surface with electricity he can propel himself over increasing his speed upwards towards 300mph however aim and his own body begin to feel the stress aim is gone and if he felt pain so too would his nerves. That seems a little fast, I may reduce it, or just try to avoid using those speeds.

Enhanced vision. Being able to see the electromagnetic spectrum he can discern people’s internal nerve signals, how fast a heart beats, how a person lies and sometimes see the difference between those who are unnatural aka those who are powered or not normal.

His most famous skill is a railgun, propelling an object at mach speeds, even faster than mach 7 absolutely smashing the object into the target. He charges his arms separately creating different polarities and using the length of his arm to launch the object often a disk.

Since he cannot feel pain he also is unaffected by muscle fatigue and injuries. Although he will definitely need to see a doctor if he is shot or otherwise injured.

Unknown to Hound Dog he has a minor regenerative ability, cuts and minor wounds heal within hours further complicating things as he cannot tell if he has been injured. However he could apply his powers to more serious wounds if he was aware he could accelerate his healing through electrical stimulation. Maybe even repair his nerves.

Attributes (Select one at each category):
Height:
Weight: 167lb
Strength Level: Normal Human
Speed/Reaction Timing Level: Normal Human, 30
Endurance at MAXIMUM Effort: Normal Human, 2
Agility: Normal Human, 5X,
Intelligence:Genius
Fighting Skill:Highly Trained in a few years maybe he’ll master them.
Resources:Average while he does make money from his TV appearances, he donates quite a lot he doesn’t use or save. And since he doesn’t have a car he puts all his cash to savings for his College fund.

Weaknesses: He is not immune to his own powers, not yet. While his body is adapting to the voltage he outputs, the sheer potential he possess is more than his tolerance can handle. If he’s not careful he could completely fry whatever nerves he has left and turn his body to ash. Something that he is already beginning to notice. He is also unable to aim when he travels great speeds, though he can defend against some physical objects heat and drowning or many things can kill him. His barrier is activated by will and if he’s not quick or if he’s careless bullets will kill him.

His tolerance to his powers severely limits how much he can produce, while he is still more powerful than most electro masters his ability to draw from his pool is far more harmful to himself than others as the more he pulls the more his body begins to char. He theorizes that at the current timeframe and the graphs he’s made he’s unlikely to bear his true powers for decades.

His inability to feel pain is also dangerous, infections can sprout up more easily and if he’s not checking his body often minor wounds go unnoticed even broken bones can sustain further damage

Supporting Characters: Mother Bianca Adams and Father Dario Adams

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

And

Hound Dog

In

Bossa Nova Baddies

With a quiet zap, Hound Dog flew between power lines a action that despite the media would have you believe from comics and movies isn’t as simple as walking over the live wires connecting pole to pole as doing so would potentially break the cable and endanger civilians. No, oh so carefully Hound Dog had to hover just above to prevent his full weight from bearing down on the cable as he frantically searched the city for any signs of Hound activity using his ears and eyes to scan the electrical impulses that each living being produced.

As Hound Dog zipped by overhead, a guard sitting at the gate outside of Rabbit Motors started to nod off, sliding down in his chair as he adjusted his cap a little lower on his forehead. Before he could catch some well-earned sleep, however, a motor echoed through the relatively empty street. Looking around suspiciously, he spotted a van turn around the corner and trundle its way toward the gate. Recognizing the Silver River Institute logo on the side, he checked his hidden sidearm just to be safe and walked out to stop the van as it turned again and stopped outside the gate.

“Uh, good morning!” came the muffled sound of a girl’s voice from the cab. Raising an eyebrow, he crouched down and peered inside at the driver, a girl with some sort of surgical mask over her face.

“What’s with the mask?”

“Flu season,” the girl said apologetically, lifting her hands off the wheel to give an apologetic shrug. Her fingers were shaking, the guard noticed suspiciously.

“Didn’t know the Institute was sending anything over, let alone with only one of you,” the guard suggested. “What’s your business?”

“Oh, uh, it’s pretty important, top secret stuff,” she said quickly. “Boss’ eyes only.” The guard’s eyes narrowed. Only one student driving, and for something supposedly this important?

“Wait here,” he demanded, taking a couple steps back and turning on his communicator. “Captain, we have a Silver River truck here, were we expecting anyone today?”

“Running it by logistics now, but as far as I know we got everything the other day. Need me to send anyone out there?”

“No sir, I think I can handle one gi-urk!”

The radio fell out of the guard’s hand with a clatter as something hard clamped down on his neck.

“Arigato, iyana yatsu …”

Before the guard could react, the robotic ninja threw the guard over the wall where landed on a patrolling guard with a loud thud. The girl in the truck stared blankly at the robot, her fingers turning white from her grip on the steering wheel.

“Wh-why did you do that!?!?” she asked incredulously.

“I did not kill, as Voyager-san requested,” Typhoon replied elegantly.

“But you blew our goddamned cover!!!” Suddenly there was a loud slam and the girl found herself shoved aside of the driver’s seat by a large four-armed tarantula woman with a manic look in her eyes.

“Then we do this the fun way!” she declared, slamming down both feet on the accelerator.

“FANGS, WHAT THE FUUUUU-”

Taking a moment to grab his bearings, Hound Dog checked his phone checking off areas he had already visited when smashing of metal could be heard not too far off, “Finally. Something.” He said as the cold air had been nipping at him for hours; hoping that this was the hounds at the least he rushed on over vaulting himself over the buildings while controlling his descent to land gingerly on the pavement. “Huh, a van crashing it’s way through a warehouse, either their package got lost in the mail or this could be hounds.”

There was a bit of stunned surprise as the guards regained their bearings, the van that drove its way through the wall now impacted in the side of the big warehouse building. Just as every gun in the immediate area was drawn and aimed at the offending vehicle, the back of the van burst open in a flash of purple light as Voyager lept from the back area.

“So...you guys don’t like metas like me, right?” Voyager said cheerily. “Well...come and get some!”
“Muties! Kill them!”

Before anyone could open fire, there was an electronic chittering, almost like a playful giggle, immediately preceded by a loud, powerful bass note thundering from the ruins of the van. The guards cried out in alarm, some of them dropping their guns or clutching their heads in shock. This was followed by a loud crunching metal sound as Fangs exited the van by ripping the door off its hinges and hoisting it over her head.

“Whoooo, fight!” she declared, chucking door into a cluster of soldiers nearby. The two she barely missed aimed weapons, but were thrown off as Typhoon vaulted gracefully over the wall, sweeping the legs out from under one man and judo throwing the other in the same movement. Voyager started aiming Psi-Blasts at nearby soldiers just as Monsterk4t slid out on his knees, aiming a sonic blast at some approaching hounds that knocked them off their feet like ragdolls. Another group were similarly dispatched by a blast of light as Fullbright emerged from the van as well, struggling slightly with her helmet as she rushed to join the fight. More goons rushed out from the warehouse to replace their friends, and the entire group quickly charged in to fight Voyager and her villain team, turning what would have been a shootout into a frantic melee.

“These guys are like locusts!” Fullbright shouted, dodging a knife swing and aiming a construct to slam another attacker into the ground.

“They are numerous, yes!” Voyager responded bluntly, recoiling as a couple of Hounds charged at her Psi Barriers, only to be dispatched with a blast followed by a two-handed punch to the goon charging at her rear. “Getting into the building to search for Jordan will be difficult!”

“What I wouldn’t give for a bit of crowd control right now…” Fullbright responded, uppercutting one of the Hounds only to find five more charging right at her, blind hatred fueling their attack.

As the scene unfolded before him it became apparent that metas had initiated the fight with Hounds, and by first glance it was villains, or so he thought as he became dumbfounded as to why Voyager has sprung out from the lot. “Looks like I got a gig to work and it’ll be a blast.” Charging energy in his hands lighting crackled and danced in his palms as he suddenly dashed forward at blinding speeds nearly breaking his body as his swinging arms smashed into the street and sent a wave of lighting bulging outwards smacking into the Hounds and throwing the lot back some were hit with enough force to knock them out others were tased by the field but before his questions could be answered those that escaped unscated rose up.

“Looks like we’re about to rock this shindig, I got questions baby but first let’s cream these Clydes.”

“I HAVE NO IDEA WHAT YOU JUST SAID!” Fangs shouted in response, wrenching off another door to use as a weapon against the oncoming horde.

“Are you writing a book babe? Let’s blow off some drags before we start talking right.” Hound Dog said with his calm and sure demeanor as lightning crackled and spat out from his fists. “Who’s up first for a beat down!?”

“Um, who is this guy?” Fullbright said, clearing the enemies behind her with a sweep of light construct wings.

“Ooh, it’s the other Hound!” Voyager said excitedly, plowing her way through a band of Hounds grunts to get to the newcomer. “He helped out back when that Genie guy was around! Are you here to help save Jordan too?”

“Hey hey, Cool it, don’t lump me in with those party poopers over there, I am the one and only Hound Dog, it ain’t right they’re dragging good old Elvis through the mud stealing our shtick. And I was supposed to be savin youse of all People Voyager, well, you’re not people but you’re good people if you know what I mean.”

[color=MediumOrchid]“I...think I do,” Voyager pondered. “Why me though, I thought you’d be here for Jordan or something?” A nearby grunt, recognizing the name, sent an urgent message over his radio before his eyes rolled back in his head and he dropped like a sack of meat, courtesy of another one of MonsterK4t’s acoustic weapons.

Lifting up his hands with a shrug, “Youse been missing for a while now, and along with Jordan your friend spilled the beans about the whole ordeal. Needless to say you got a lot of people worried you should phone home once in a while, and since I’m obviously out of this loop of yours I’m going to assume Jordan is held by our welcoming guests.”

“As the saying goes, the nail was struck on the head, Ryōken-san.” the robot ninja declared, appearing out of nowhere to catapult another pair of goons into one another. Voyager felt a pang of guilt at the revelation. She had so preoccupied with Jordan’s disappearance that she almost forgot about Mr. Martel. And he had even told the Poseidon people about her, if the Hound Dog man was telling the truth. Still, guilty feelings aside her coming clean with Poseidon was secondary to saving Jordan from the bad Hounds. And a good Hound would be welcome in that task.

Before Voyager could ask for his help, bullets suddenly raked the ground near the two of them, kicking up a barrage of dust. The goons they were fighting were all dressed in common workers clothes, but now they were joined by a band clad in black combat armor, who had taken up position around the fight to pick off the superhumans. Voyager quickly deployed a Psi-Barrier and leapt in between the shooters and Hound Dog as the other villains scattered.

“These goons never learn, using military grade rounds with all that extra metal.” Hound Dog said as he too erected a barrier and deflected bullets as he broke to cover Voyager sending a mass of electricity across the asphalt rolling quickly as shocked two hounds and help clear her right side. “Voyager, if we push to the right we can make it inside and I can barricade the doors to prevent them from following. Some of your, new pals will have to find another way to meet up though.”

“Something tells me she’d be fine smashing her own way in,” Fullbright commented in the direction of the Tarantula girl who, having run out of doors to beat people up with, had resorted to beating up the Hound foot soldiers with other Hound foot soldiers.

“Monsutāneko-san is using one of his devices to meddle with the aim of the soldiers,” the ninja robot said, confirmed by a slew of beeps as Monsterk4t waved what looked like a boombox with the insides on the outside over his head. “I suggest we leave him and the four armed one to fight the men outside while we force our way in!”

“That sounds like a plan to me!” Voyager chirped, blasting aside some more foes that tried to take the place of the ones that Hound Dog cleared out. “Let’s move!” The half-alien led the charge to the office complex, followed closely by Hound Dog with Fullbright bringing up the rear as Typhoon leapt and dashed his way along the sides of the path, the two villains clearing away the Hounds trying to close in, Fullbright bashing them away with a hammer of light and Typhoon aiming paralyzing strikes at exposed necks. Some of the gunners tried to chase after them, only to be knocked into the air by the rampaging Fangs as MonsterK4t started to breakdance his way into the melee. Determination fuelling her, Voyager launched an eyebeam that blasted the lock off the door with an almighty *CHOOM* and knocked it open with a Psi-fueled shoulder bash as a band of soldiers waiting to charge out skidded to a halt.

“Got spunk kid, nice one now let me deal with this front burner of a problem.” Clapping his hands once he pulled them apart as electricity arched between them. “An ambush is only good is no one can see you, and Antsvile is filled to the brim with electricity something that I can charge. I’d suggest running, but good luck on that.” The arch sprang out lashing into the ceiling and floors climbing the walls causing a chain reaction within their current surroundings as bolts flew out from every outlet and light fixture. “And that. Is Science! Invest in some surge protectors will ya, if anyone is still up to care.”

Lifting slabs of metal from various parts of the warehouse he sealed the doors and turned to Voyager. “Right-O, that was Crazy but how’s about youse all fill me in while we head in deeper. Wherever Jordan is I cannot see her yet, and yes. I see through walls.”

“Wish I could see through walls…” Voyager said wistfully, stepping over the unconscious and slightly twitching form of a guard, just as his radio buzzed to life one last time.

-kzzzc- “-won’t do it I’ll pilot the damn thing mysel-” -kzzcz-

War Never Changes

War Never Changes the Great North West Exchange

Colab between

@Tiberius67 And myself

Pouring himself a glass of hot apple mead while the pot simmered over the hot plate North turned as metallic rapping on the door began. With a slightly wobbly stride North walked towards the door and opened it with inviting Barnaky inside. “I don’t believe I have anything to offer, besides a seat. Unless you can still drink.” Gulping his glass as the metal cup was sat on the table North pointed towards a chair.

“Don’t mind if I do”, Barnaky replied as he took the seat he was offered and chuckled. “The seat that is….this body is just a robot. I’m stuck in one spot permanently, I’m afraid. They built these robots for me to help keep me engaged with people.”

“I hear you’ve met with the other Alaskans, Arctic Haven. And helped them out; to the point Alaska has is share of problems, geography among them it gives us a buffer between the other nations and unfortunately allows some groups to move quietly.” Setting a picture down that seems to have been taken from a high altitude, North slid it towards Barnaky lifting the two fingers off the table. “This, I believe is the last few working Submarines in this new world. And it’s in the hands of those who we fought, we being descended from the pre-war military organizations that is. The Chinese. To be more precise, the Empire of Zhang as they call themselves.”

“Yes”, Barnaky said, “I’m working on a project with Arctic Haven.” He looked at the photograph and whistled. It was obviously a nuclear submarine, and a big one. Back in Omaha, Barnaky sifted through the Calculator's database, speedily coming up with a match.

“When it rains, it pours”, Barnaky said. “It’s a Mao Zhedong class ‘Submersible Command Ship’. They were built to control a whole squadron of nuclear submarines, as well as provide repair and resupply services. We have some, but only a limited amount, of information on them. If this “Empire of Zhang” is operating one of these, that isn’t good. When, may I ask, was this picture taken?”

“Just last year, a float plane snapped it as it was on it’s way, just happened to spot something and got lucky. Likely they are cut off from mainland China if that even exists, and are attempting to conquer and steal in order to contact them, according to reports based upon what they’ve stolen and my own council’s speculation. All high grade electronics, communication equipment and tools. Every time they appear it’s where there’s technology and food. So that’s the only logical assumption I can conclude, normally if they asked nicely I’d help them go home, but they have continued their war on our people taking every chance they can to kill civilians unprovoked.”

“I’ve read the post-exchange bombing surveys that SAC did in the days after the War”, Barnaky said, “Back when they still had recon satellites over China. Very grim reading...they got it even worse than we did. If they are trying to send a message home….I doubt anyone listening will care about them anymore. But then perhaps they know that already.”

“I honestly don’t think they’ll listen and even if they have an inkling as to what happened, they might not want to hear about it from us.” Striding over to the hot plate to refill his cup North spoke turning his head slightly to face his guest. “Ironically the Great War that the Americans and Chinese fought saved Alaska as we know it, it gave our state time, time to recover from the plumes of smoke that filled it’s skies two hundred years ago, Polar Bears and many creatures were on the brink of extinction as mutated as they may be they survive. Funny, the second Ice Age saved my people, the Inuit and set us as the most dominant ethnic group since we were so displaced from the bombs we came out unscathed. Alaska has thrived in this post war world, due to its geography and natural resources and it has birthed dangers unknown to us. But we survive we prevail, now I ask your help in securing this sub, so that whatever dangers it may carry will not be unleashed upon this world a second time.”

“We’ll help”, Barnaky replied. “That vessel is nuclear capable and we should assume it is still armed with strategic missiles. They are not a threat to only your people….but everyone. Have you thought of approaching Arctic Haven as well? They have some specialized troops that could help. If necessary, we can hire them to assist.”

North hummed and hawed. “We have, considered it. But our terms have been standoffish at best, we try to keep out of eachothers way mostly just to keep tensions low. However manpower was never a real issue, pinning down the thing was. Basic fishing sonar is what we mostly have and we have only one vessel with military sonar to penetrate the sea. We just don’t have the power to search a wide swath of ocean to dig them out. Which, is why I wanted to ask you for aid. Tech has a hard time staying functional due to the extreme colds so the more sensitive something is, the more often it breaks down.”

“I see”, Barnaky said. “You need help locating it. We can help with that, as well as repairing the military sonar set or other equipment of that type you still have. I will have my people start looking into options to locate this vessel. As far as the gear they took, is any of it trackable, or capable of remote operation? Also, how often have these attacks been taking place?”

Taking his few steps toward his chair sipping casually at his drink North sat himself down, “some years every few months, others nothing, then near the end of the year they’ll pop up. I assume when they have the tech they want they hunker down and prepare until food runs short. They’re being rather active as of late perhaps we have a window of eight months before they hide again. And given the distance needed to reach Alaska, that’s a month gone in travel, thankfully you might have members there already so you know what you’ll need to prepare for gear wise.”

“Very well”, Barnaky said, “I will instruct my Paladin-General to begin planning a Technical Mission at once. If feasible, we would likely send a small advance party first, to work with your staff and establish a direct datalink between your people and my Command Staff in Omaha, as well as arrange the necessary logistical arrangements.”

North rubbed his beard and pulled out a paper map setting a cap onto a point of interest. “It’d be best to come by air, the Ted Stevens International Airport would accommodate a large airship or plane and allow us to move right to a nearby railway, our Vault is quite a ways off and takes a full day by rail assuming snow isn’t blocking the tracks. We’ll have quarters prepared for your arrival while the equipment will be unloaded and stored until needed. I do hope that shall be alright, any special requirements or demands your men will need? Allergies, or diet we need to cater to?”

“None”, Barnaky replied as he studied the map. “We prefer to live simply. We don’t have access to the Pacific, so coming by air is the only option for us. Once we’re set up, we’ll probably need a weekly flight in for supplies…..any spare capacity can be used to fly in things your people might need. We can also send in a tanker to top off your fuel bunkers if you’re short on aviation fuel.”

“No, we are good on fuel, though only one Oil Rig is currently operational. Last in existence I surmise. We’re currently not selling outside as we simply couldn’t keep up with demand.” North said cheeks rosy from his warm beverage.

“Any other issues you wished to discuss at this time?”, Barnaky asked in conclusion.

“There is something, I’d like to ensure the nukes if any are properly disposed off. And to have an observer report that they are no longer a threat.”

“We’re in perfect understanding then”, Barnaky replied. “The destruction of any nuclear weapons recovered from the Chinese was to be my condition...I can’t emphasise how pleased I am that you feel the same way.” He then continued. “I have trained personnel and procedures in place to dismantle them, and reprocess the cores into reactor fuel. You are welcome to send observers to witness the process.”

“We have only just now begun talks our first meeting has gone well enough and you have been too kind.” North said as he looked towards the window holding his cup with both hands as steam rose gently filling the air. “You have to realize as friendly as you are and willing to help I can’t help but be suspicious of ulterior motives. I don’t fully trust any Nation as of yet nor am I well versed in any of their histories, as an outside Nation to the lower states I need to be overly cautious. If I can’t be sure these nukes are gone, I am afraid I’ll have to find other measures to finally deal with this matter. I am telling you this because you too should be wary, making alliances too easily will prove dangerous unless you can properly ascertain the motives behind their olive branch. I seek the tech from that submarine, and am willing to share in that. Nautical Exploration, swift and rapid deployment. I could lock down my coastline well enough with a sub like that, but nukes. As thankful as I am to the Great War for the swift climate change pivotal to survival of Alaska’s ecosystem I would not want to see nukes again in any of my lifetimes.” North said placing down his cup his face stern despite the warm glow from his cheeks indicating his overindulgence of alcohol.

“My concern is that the nuclear weapons aboard are destroyed so they can never be used”, Barnaky said, “If the price of that is your people gaining possession of the vessel itself, then so be it. I would point out, however, that operating and maintaining a vessel of that size will be enormously expensive….I would caution against basing your defense on a vessel you cannot replace if lost.”

“Noted, If possible I wish to at least glean it’s construction that I may produce a smaller one if need be. If capturing it intact is impossible at least I could make a smaller more manageable submarine. Even the wreckage should provide enough for a small crew manned vessel.”

War Never Changes

The good thing about NRPS is that they're not going anywhere so there's always time to respond when you have time.

War Never Changes

Alaskan Federation

Sitting back in his seat North reached for a flask and poured himself a glass, a thick honeyed substance flowed out. "Then to Kimball, a fool who knew no equal, may he at least find some peace where he goes." Victoria nodded but hadn't taken a glass up herself. The mead flowed slowly down the glass and across his beard dripping in odd places before North brought the clear glass down.

"He was a coward, undeserving of a honorary send off. But still, may the gods take pity on the man." Spoke Victoria as her aid sat down a tray of various Vegas foods. Taking up the strange mixed salad with mutfruit and Yucca she looked oddly at it.

Swiping the remaining mead off his chin North stood and watched the Legion delegates leave before striding over to the Midwestern Brotherhood. "I had hoped we could meet after this, I had a matter to discuss. One you might find interesting. Perhaps we can meet later at my room, 108?" @Tiberius67

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

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Captian looks like a twisted individual in that....

@Fallenreaper

He does, way too happy with that duck tape.

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

I come out of hiding after a rather terrible day at work to experience the feels. I may be a lazy butt when it comes to other things but I am genuinely glad I've had the chance to grow and learn through this RP. So much thanks to everyone for all the wonderful opportunities I've had and may we have never ending ways to put our characters through the Circus of Emotions.

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

In

Not-Borrowers of Boston

Running was a good plan a solid one yup, Eva thought hopping over branches and through the woods it was a shame however that she was running away from the gunfire and monster behind her, breaking off from the group one of the Hounds tried his best to stop her from leaving as the monster tore through his friends dividing his attention leaving his aim to be laughable for a so called hunter. Which was something Eva was thankful for as she was not as athletic as she would like to be, jogging through the woods was not something Arthur had on the training regiment it was a tiring endeavor. She heaved as the wind blew past her face and swept her clothes shots did ring out infrequently but soon she couldn’t tell if they were being aimed at her or the creature as trees stopped being torn to shreds and heavy bush obscured the distance between her and those trying to kill them. Now the plan was to meet up with Bernice and the little friends, who kept chattering away with some accent a thick Bostonish drawl. Eva had likely lost the Hounds and monster for now and proceed to slow down her pace as she was still rather lost and unsure where she was even heading, taking this downtime Eva called out to the Elderly little one from earlier. ”Miss Elder? Do we have a way to track Bernice down?”

Climbing from a side pocket of Eva’s bag the Elder with streaked white in her otherwise black hair spoke. “afeayahd not deeyah, We have not traveled fah from auur homes. We have kept auur distance from Bernice aunly revealing auurselves a short time ago, whereva ha friends house is I aunly hope we find it soon.”

”We’d find it a lot easier if there was actual help from one of the two beacons of sunshine, but I somehow doubt it. First we’ll need to find a way out of the forest, any of you know that much?”

One of the warriors nodded. “We do know where the Big Ones live, fah past the edges auf the forest, I shall guide you but we must make haste.” The little one with what appeared to be a safety pin for a sword took charge and leaped forward into the forest Eva had to pay close attention to where she leaped and weaved as even though she was waiting and allowing herself to be seen the little warrior moved like a blur and despite her size was more agile in this environment. Keeping Excalibur pulled close to her side she tried keeping pace and eventually as the sun began to rise above the tree line as the little ones seemed to be more quiet as the edge of the forest came into view. “There. The Big One’s homes are in sight.” The little warrior pointed out as she hung on a small branch overhead.

”Good, I need a door. Any door really. I may not do magic but I do have magic.”

“Big one speaks without mind. But doah I find.”

Chasing after the warrior Eva past an old warehouse on the edge of town motioning for the little scout to return.”I got our exit, we need to go.” Swinging open the door as the Little Clan scout climbed up Eva’s pants a vast library lay spread out before them as the door close and taking a moment to relax Eva turned back to the same door and opened it again. ”Welcome to my home, if we don’t know where Bernice is we need a tracker. He should be around here.”

“Hold aun Big One, the particulars auf auur new location will have to wait but no new people. We have exposed auurselves too much already.”

”I guess it’s good he isn’t a person, he’s my pet.”

“No.” Screamed the warrior gal. “No creatures, we are food to them, prey.”

”Not a fan of pets, guess alien pets are also on that list. Hokay then, best not stick around here too long then. I know a place where we could get some quiet.” With another jaunt through the magic library opening to a dusty old place, with more rooms than bulbs. Her Grandfather Alistar Wahlforth had spent a lot of money into his old family home such so that it pre-dated much of what was now Central Park. ”It’s old, more antiques than dust but it holds a special meaning to me. No one but us will be here, and I’d appreciate it if we keep it in one piece.”

“Is a wonderful place, filled with many nooks to hide. Perfect fah us sneaks. Will do fah the meantime until we meet up with the rest. You have plan yaww?”

Eva shrugged and let out an exasperated sigh.”Ehh. I’ll pop by the library and see if the mage I came with would actually help me. If I can get her too. She is not the most, um. Helpful sort. But for now you all should be safe, no one has been here aside from myself a while ago, and another who no longer has business here. I’ll get some food, won’t take long.” As the clock ticked and the hour came to a close Eva had returned, bags in hand. Chips, water and sandwiches. ”Should last us awhile, I’ll turn on the heat.”

Almost as if on cue, there was a massive gong sound from the front door, completely at odds with any sound it may have made before. When Eva answered it, Salamander stood outside, looking grim and put upon. His shabby coat was missing a sleeve, and he was still holding his own blade by the hilt, drawn, though not brandished in any way. Seeing her, his craggy and unshaven face broke into a grin. "Doin alright, girl? Tiny little people not weighing too much on your pockets on the way out?"

Without bothering to wait for a response, he tossed a folded piece of paper at her face with an idle flick. He could probably have handed it to her, but he seemed in a somewhat foul mood for him. "That's where you need to go. Townhouse like thing, maybe an apartment? Full of animals. Nice girl there, apparently, goes by the name of Carrie. Not Charlie. Bloody creative parents there." And with that, he spun on his heel and marched off into the morning. He walked with a limp today, but still gave off, as he settled his sword onto his shoulder and made his way out to the woods, that he was whistling a jaunty tune.

”Yea, bloody good day to you too. Well at least I got something now, at least Salamander is helpful; pleasant more than Merlin too not that’s a high bar.”

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

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

New York is a Flower in Boom!

With the Hounds out in force New York was in a tizzy gangs had been smashed and law enforcement had quite the upper hand while dealing with the small bands that popped up the issue however was they were reactionary. Every time Hounds busted over a deli or crashed a school it had little warning few within the Police had seen anything like this, no gloating no obvious signs of armed groups congregating within the city just drive bys and spontaneous murder. It didn’t help the NYPD keep records on local heroes that Hounds had somehow gotten access to but these were the same people who took on S.T.R.I.K.E and won. Chief Ferill directed SWAT teams and rescue units with their brothers over at the Fire Stations as engines rolled out over the city squelching blazes and combing debris. Supervillains typically had goals in mind, or haphazardly tore through the city an evil plan which was often foiled by heroes but the Hounds cared not for plans at least not those who simply carried their banner; civilians garbed in masks and makeshift weapons spreading the philosophy of hate with no real oversight from the leaders within this organization.

Chief Ferill knew that the public had mixed opinions on the supers while many favored their aid and loved their grandiose approach and flair, there were a minority who called for anti metahuman laws among them was Sampson the current mayor of New York. While he has denounced the actions rather swiftly that these hounds had perpetrated some believed he had connections with these radicals given his history of anti metahuman speeches, It was something he had to look into however for now securing the safety of the public was paramount. Reports of mass violence and gunfire ripping through the streets as suppressed gangs took to the streets among the confusion. Advanced Mechs roamed the streets alongside S.W.A.T teams bringing a swift end to lawlessness in parts of town but resources were strained even the heroes began to be stretched thin with reports of several killings and an assassin showing up.

-- Meanwhile in the Hero Diner --

Heroes had been sent out, The World was covering the Bronx and Sewer Gator had gone to meet the Blue Beagle. American Rocket was stopping a bank robbery against the Bucking Bronco as his shockwaves tore apart the floors Rocket was pushed back through desks and through shatter proof glass as the ripple tore everything down. Struggling to stand the stripped hero checked his jetpack and inspected his tranquilizer pistol. “Darn it, this guy isn’t going down what is this guy. How much tranq can he take?”

As Bronco shook his head and tensed his arms he slapped his leg shaking off the drowsiness for a while longer and bruising the left thigh his voice deep and cruel like an old time crook bellowed out. “That all you got gnat!? I can do this all day.”

Rocket had quite a bit of tranq left even if his gun had a few dings it still seemed to work well enough but inside the bank Bronco had the advantage and his jetpack offered little defense from the shockwaves. Taking flight he swooped to the right side ducking under a beam and appearing behind the wall facing the employees offices firing a few shots into Bronco’s shoulder as a desk hurdled through the air. Before he could dodge the oaken antique a door came flying and knocked it off course. Spinning his head around a pretty girl in a floral dress standing in the entrance brushed aside her pink bangs and said as sweet as it was disturbing. “Time for a beatdown old codger, would you kindly bend your arse over and get fucked.”

With a defiant grin and a heavy stop Bronco sent a new wave emanating from his step. “Come if you think you have the power.” Glass and debris were thrown around as Flower charge head long into them not preparing any defenses or throwing up her arms to protect her face.

“WHAT ARE YOU DOING, TRYING TO TICKLE ME!? Put a little more force behind your fissures cause this pain train ain’t stopping.” Throwing a punch as she swung her arm lifting off the cracked wood floor with her right foot and shoving Bucking Bronco into the wall.

“Little Lady, you pack a punch. I’ve already given him enough tranq to put down a rino. A few more hits like that and he should go down.” Spoke American Rocket as he floated loading his gun.

Giving a pleasant smile Flower respond.”Good I’m not into the muscle bound brute type.” Picking up a shard of glass she slashed into her wrist and jabbed it deep.

“My god.” Rocket yelled in shock. “What, what are you doing?”

“Getting powered up, and now I’m pumped.” Her wrist began to heal within seconds as Flower pushed off the floor and came in with a brutish smash with both fists clenched together. “How about you take your nap gramps, let me tuck you in!” Bronco tried to slug her as she came crashing down his left arm trembled and broke as it connected with her overhand smash with his unconscious frame embedded into the destroyed wall.

“Looks like he’s out cold. So, thanks for the help but what do you want Merc?” Said Rocket as he stepped to the floor.

“Heard someone I know had problems with a hired gun on her ass, if it was anyone else I wouldn’t have cared but she owes me an apology and I don’t want her dead. Not that I expect a simple merc would stand a chance. Maybe you guys met her?”