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Marvel: Shadows and Secrets (18+)

Oh and DC withdrew. In case no body noticed.

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DC?

The Marauders (2018)

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Specialist Devronian Arx

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Dev leaned back in his seat while in the turret, petting his weapon as it sat in his lap. He was fond of his invention, and the lack of sleep mixed with his general instability lead to some rather disturbing ramblings while manning the defenses. "Don't worry girl, when we find them we get to have some fun..." The only thing that could shake him was the stern orders of his captain coming into his earpiece. "Alright, everyone. Tango has offered to keep watch while we all try to get some rest for now. No arguing, this is an order. If we don't die in an ambush, I'll let you know when they attack again." Dev gave a sigh of relief, happy to finally enjoy some rest. He quietly made his way back towards his cabin, gingerly setting Death Whistle into it's case on his desk before performing his ritual.

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Dev awoke with a start when he hit the ground. He groaned, pulling off the eye mask and the earplugs. He looked up and noticed the emergency lights flashing. "Motherf... WHY WON'T YOU LET ME SLEEP!" Dev angrily got up and immediately made his way to the sink, checking his hair and beard in the mirror. He quickly opened up the mirror and pulled out his comb and gel, making sure to set his hair properly as the ship shaked violently. It only took Dev a few seconds to look presentable before rushing over to the case of his most prized possession, grabbing his launcher.

That's when the orders came through. The Captain was ordering men to different positions. Dev's name, not mentioned. Turret duty sounded a little boring, so he began making his way towards the cargo hold. Dev loved being on the welcoming committee. That was until he heard the distress call for the bridge. Dev had a small smile on his face. He called out over the comms, "Sam, Tony... I can handle securing the bridge. I'll join you when I can... and before you ask, I'll try not to blow it up." And, as Dev loved to do, he began running with Death Whistle in hand towards the bridge at a dead sprint as he screamed in glee.

On his way, his screaming may have alerted part of the boarding party. As Dev rounded the corner, he saw them... two of those ugly sons of bitches trying to board the ship. They were a few yards out... far enough for Dev to slide down and quickly fire his glorious weapon towards the ceiling above the two as the hostiles fired in his direction. Dev was pleased to see the momentary look of surprise on their face as they began burning up from the incendiary grenade. He held Death Whistle over his shoulder whilst leisurely strolling by the two immolating aliens, pulling out his sidearm in his left hand and ending their suffering as quickly as possible. Child's play... but the engineer would have a field day screaming at him for causing a little bit of damage to the ceiling. So what if a few wires were exposed? Dev's journey wasn't quite over... he had a pilot to save, so he continued his dash towards the bridge.

The Marauders (2018)

Devronian Arx: Demolitions Expert

Devronian Arx

AKA: Dev
Age: 33
Race: Human
Appearance:

Dev is a fan of his beard and hair, often going to surprising lengths to make sure his hair is properly groomed. His body (with the exception of his face) is covered with burn marks and scars, a culmination of years of abuse and experimentation with explosives. His hands are darker than the rest of his body due to the damage that has been done to them over time.

Dev

Faction: Marauder (Former Criminal)
Role in Team?: Demolitions Expert

Bio:
Devronian Arx was born to Yorick and Camilla Arx as a twin of Wesley Arx. The Arx family had a military tradition, and the Arx twins were not sparred from the violent and authoritative traditions passed down through the generations. The boys were treated with borderline abuse, with Yorick attempting to make military heroes out of his sons. Until the age of 14, the two boys spent nearly every day of their lives training, learning, and preparing to be soldiers.

Yorick was a violent man, one who abused the two boys relentlessly. That’s why Dev wasn’t upset to see his father die slowly and painfully from an untreatable sickness. It was the perfect justice, seeing as Yorick was killed in the least honorable fashion possible. Following the death of the Arx patriarch, Camilla took a job to support Wesley, who had developed a passion for politics and diplomacy. As a result, she wasn’t around much to take care of the two boys, so Dev and Wes had to raise themselves for a short time.

Dev was too much his father’s son. That’s why, when Camilla was fired from her job and imprisoned for supposedly stealing medical research when the boy was 17, Dev took things personally. He spent the next year honing his skills and expertise with explosives. He crafted his own homemade explosives, and used them to send a message: he busted his mother out of jail as the headquarters of the company she had worked for was burning.

Camilla and Wes disowned Dev after that incident. The Arx family was never fond of terrorists, even amongst their own kin. So Dev left, and had made quite a name for himself in the criminal sphere after his act of revenge. A small circle of “Righteous Rebels” managed to find Dev before the authorities could, and they took the young man into their fold. Dev proved to be proficient in his understandings of basic architecture and engineering, able to point out weak points in practically any structure. He also worked on modifying and creating his own explosives, inevitably created “Death Whistle” in the process.

It was only a matter of time before Dev was caught and imprisoned, labelled a terrorist and slotted to be executed. Dev was willing to accept that fate, but he liked the better offer of serving on-board a ship that was trying to make a difference in the galaxy. Dev didn’t buy into the patriotic bullshit the Marauders were serving, but Dev did like the idea of demonstrating his talents for a prolonged period of time.

Personality:
Dev doesn’t play by any rules, and most times would rather die in a fiery explosion than follow orders. He does place higher value in respect than his carefree and chaotic nature. Dev values anyone who breaks the law and doesn’t regret it. He understands that laws tend to be too restrictive. He also treats his work with explosives as an art form, and blows up (pun intended) when his work is degraded or not appreciated.

Dev to some extent understands the importance of doing what he is told on-board the Monroe. Quite frankly, Dev will only follow orders to ensure that he can continue doing what he loves: blowing shit up.

Weapon(s): Dev is a fan of firepower, so he always carries an assortment of explosive/lethal devices on his person. Dev typically carries a few flashers (non-lethal, designed to blind anyone within the room no matter how protected their eyes are), a few scorchers (incendiary grenades designed to cause no/minimal damage to structures but cause a lot of damage to hostiles), a few Adhesive Grenades (Weird Plasma Glue that slows hostiles significantly), and two Gone Mines (let’s just say everything within 20 feet of that mine is gone if it’s set off).

In terms of traditional weaponry, Dev does keep a standard-issue sidearm on his person. He has been known to pick up an assault rifle, but why would he use that when he has Death Whistle.

Dev’s personal favorite in his arsenal, Death Whistle, is a customized grenade launcher. It is designed primarily to fire slightly amplified fragmentation grenades, but can really house any explosive in Dev’s arsenal and launch it a great distance. It has a very distinctive discharging of gas as it fires, hence the name.

Death Whistle

Family/Relationship?: Dev’s parents are currently deceased. Dev's brother, Wesley, is currently working his way through the Spire's political sphere. Dev's former girlfriend, a Satasi known as Harloine, was one of the few members of the terrorist network that wasn't captured by the authorities. God knows what she's up to.

Titans: West Coast. (Teen Titans Roleplay)

Since people are already posting CS's here...

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Name: Roy Harper
Alias: Arsenal

Age: 17
Powers: None

Weaknesses:

-Lacks Super Abilities: Arsenal is not a meta-human and lacks the abilities many of his companions (and enemies) possess. This also makes Roy somewhat easy to kill by conventional means.

-Highly Addictive to alcohol/drugs: Roy has an addictive personality. He is currently recovering.

Skills:

-Agile: Roy has years of self-training in acrobatics, as well as a few years of training under the watch of the Green Arrow.

-Expert Marksman (Archery): A natural talent of his. Roy has expert proficiency with a bow and arrow.

-Proficiency in wide array of weaponry: Roy has trained with a variety of weaponry over the years, especially as Oliver's sidekick. This makes Roy dangerous in nearly any situation with nearly any weapon.

-Martial Arts Proficiency: Training under the Green Arrow, Roy's regimine was strict and included proficiency in martial arts to keep the sidekick safe in case CQC was necessary.

-Proficiency in Gadgeteering: Roy's unique skill and expertise in crafting gadgets is one of the primary abilities that sets Roy apart from his former mentor. Roy helped to craft Oliver's trick arrows, and uses his skills to develop his own gadgets and trick arrows to help him fight on the same level as meta-humans.

Bio

Roy Harper was 4 when his father died. His father was a forest ranger who worked near the Navajo Reservation. A raging fire had broken out in the region, and Roy’s father was one to always put other’s lives first. He rushed into a burning building to save a child, and later that evening died from his injuries. Roy was taken in by the tribe, given he had nowhere left to go.

Roy gained an informal training in archery after the child picked up a proper bow and arrow at the age of six and proved to have innate talent. Roy continued developing this skill, primarily on his own, whilst also partaking in bouldering and displays of agility. By the age of 14, Roy had clearly demonstrated a defined vigilante skill set that would lead to his adoption as Oliver Queen’s sidekick.

Roy developed another impressive skillset at the age of 11, namely his skill in working with electronics. Roy’s adoptive father worked at a small electronics shop, and the man taught the child the inner-workings of computers and phones. At age 12, Roy managed to build himself a computer from spare parts and his access to the internet intensified his love for electronics. Roy taught himself how to design various gadgets, managing to build himself his own cell phone and begin designing trick arrows on his own.

At the age of 13, Roy began to steal from local liquor stores. Roy blacked out on one of these nights, and awoke next to his dead adoptive father with a bow and arrow in his hands. Roy left the reservation and never looked back, making his way to Star City. It was there that Roy was living on the streets and using his skills to not only make money for himself (helping build burner phones, minor hacking, etc.), but also to try and do the right thing. Roy stepped up during a bank robbery nearby by using his own bow and arrow for the first time in months to help the Green Arrow.

Oliver Queen adopted Roy, and the two began their partnership for about 2 years. Early on as Oliver's apprentice, Roy took on the title of Speedy (a nickname given by Oliver) and joined the Teen Titans as an early member of the original team. During the two years working with Oliver and the Titans, Roy became increasingly compromised from his addictions, until Oliver found out and renounced him. The Teen Titans similarly revoked Speedy's membership until he sought proper treatment. At the age of 16, Roy was all on his own with no home and no friends. He did, however, choose to clean himself up to prove that Oliver Queen was wrong. He went to rehab for five months, and immediately joined an AA support group once out in the public sphere again. Roy sought to prove he could turn his life around. Recently, he adopted his persona as Arsenal and began working as a vigilante once more, using the resources he had left when working with the Green Arrow as Speedy. It was only a matter of time before the Titans would find the young vigilante and bring him into the fold once again.

No More Heroes

U L T R A

"Oh God... please... n..." The voice stopped in an instant as a sickening crack filled the alleyway not far from the ration station. A shrill scream met the crack, drowned out by the commotion caused by the mutes and the chicken-walkers. The general chaos always helped Ultra get more rations. The girl tried running. They always try running. Ultra raised his hand and pointed his finger at her, shooting a small and precise bolt of energy (very similar in nature to the plasma rifles the mutes use) into the base of the girl's neck. Her body crumpled to the ground. Ultra took no pleasure in slaughtering children, but it was better she died than having any unnecessary complications. This routine was not abnormal for Ultra. Food and rations were an essential form of capital in this colony. Everyone needed it to survive, and if the Outsiders decided to stop handing out rations, Ultra was prepared. Besides, the assembly of five corpses now gathered in this alley reminded Ultra of the good old days... the days when he could prey upon the weak openly. Maybe the day would come again...

Ultra grabbed the rations he could out of the man's backpack and made his way out into the chaos. He turned his head towards the mutes and the chicken walker, watching them taken down within seconds. Ultra sighed, and leaned against the wall as he watched the powered individuals for a few moments. He knew a couple of them, and he had spent an inordinate amount of time tracking a few of them and beating answers out of bystanders to have a few guesses as to where this group's destination might be. Might be nice to meet up with them later. For now, Ultra was going to need to recharge, and he knew just the person to go to.

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Ultra was never fond of the shit-filled passageway he always took to meet his favorite doctor. Granted, having to breath in the disgusting fumes of excrement was better than having to deal with any Outsider interference. Ultra passed by the markings, not bothering to check them with the equipment he had. Ultra needed to get there quick, so he made his way to the stairway. It was blocked off... again. Ultra sighed, and began straining to push aside the obstacles before replacing them. He hated having to exert some of his power to move this shit, but it made sense... especially after Ultra had stumbled upon their little base quite a while back.

Now came the fun part. Ultra knew how to bypass most of the counter-measures, and took his time making sure to avoid tripping anything. He could handle practically any of the counter-measures thrown his way... but it typically helped to avoid danger whenever possible. Ultra was close to the outer door now, so he eyed up one of the nearby drones and did the only thing he could. "Hey Doc... if I could get a let in, that would be great." He held up the backpack for the drone and whatever cameras might be nearby to see. It was still a little blood-stained since Ultra took the opportunity to play with his victim first. "I brought dinner and could use a charge."

Marvel: Shadows and Secrets (18+)

Nothing says team bonding like killing non-lethally eliminating hostile targets.

No More Heroes

Jax Arx / ULTRA

species Human

age 27

height/weight 6' 3" / 220 lbs

gender Male

P O W E R

Energy Manipulation

Jax Arx's signature ability is that of energy manipulation, a gift gained from a modification of minor genetic editing and technological implants from his father (a supervillain in his own right, now deceased). His primary forms of displaying his power are through energy absorption/creation (Defensive) and Energy Attacks (Offensive).

W E A K N E S S

Burnout/Overloading

Jax is only capable of channeling so much energy through his body/system. If he attempts to absorb too much energy, or expends too much of the energy stored up, he loses most of his functionality and is as helpful as your average joe.

B A C K G R O U N D

Jax always had a penchant for getting in trouble. He grew up in the midwest of the U.S. to a supervillain father and a hero brother (his brother sharing the same powers). Ever since he was a kid, his father would perform routine "tests" on him, using the child as a chance to experiment. Jax was lucky to make it out alive when he escaped at the age of 15, let alone with powers. Jax was educated well-enough, and managed to squat for the next few years as he finished high-school and stole everything he needed to survive. Jax often jacked expensive cars in his late adolescence, and enjoyed the freedom of a life of crime.

Jax's life got more complicated after he graduated high school. He attempted to go to college, but was blacklisted as his father's crimes had become a matter of public record. Jax was unable to pursue his dream of being a proper engineer, and so continued his pattern of theft. Until one fateful day when he attempted to steal from the wrong mansion. The owner turned out to be a small-time, local hero (unbeknownst to anyone, let alone Jax). The hero attempted to beat Jax to a bloody pulp, but something snapped half-way through the beating. Jax's anger flared, and blasts of red energy pulsed from his clenched fists. Jax brutally murdered the hero who had attempted to kill him, and Jax's hatred began to seethe through every fiber of his being.

Jax tried to keep a low profile, stealing and killing only to survive. He was wisecracking most of the time, but to say that he was a good person is an utter falsehood. Jax murdered both his father and his brother for his own reasons, easily summed up by a deep hatred for what they had done to Jax in his youth.

When the invasion began, Jax refused to fight to save anyone. He kept his head down and primarily went with the flow, but refused to fully buy into the system. Jax wasn't going to let the alien bastards fuck with his DNA, and he wasn't going to buy into some alien agenda shit. So Jax's anger landed him right in a penal colony in Scotland, the last place Jax wanted to end up.

Marvel: Shadows and Secrets (18+)

Jackson Hurley: AKA Slingshot

May 5th, 2012 | 22:55:18
Location: The Rum House, Manhattan, New York City

Interactions: @Almalthia, @chain, @Draku69 @sewer rat @jorcool

The noise of the engine died down as Jackson removed the keys from his bike. He parked in the back alley near a rather wicked motorcycle. Not American-Made, but a rather slick beast. The tired man unclipped the somewhat large metal case hanging off the back, replacing the space with his black, custom motorcycle helmet. He sighed as he walked back out onto the sidewalk. A show just let out down the street, so a rather strange assortment of theater patrons were creating a little extra traffic. Jackson checked the sign outside of the bar, and then looked back at his phone. "Guess she is trying to keep a low profile." Jackson kept his head down as he made his way into the small bar.

The sight before him was not entirely what he was expecting. The motley crew occupying various parts of the bar both intrigued and perplexed him. Regardless, Jackson made his way towards the bar counter, taking the first empty seat he could get to. He settled himself in next to Blade. He slowly set down his case, a rather oblong case that a few in the bar with military training would recognize as a gun-case, but to others could be confused as some sort of stored instrument. He readjusted the SIG on his side as he sat down, making it relatively clear he was armed. He was in a bar with a few powered individuals: he needed to show he wasn't messing around entirely.

He gave a small smile towards the woman behind the bar. "Tito's, double... keep it neat... please." He then scanned over his fellow patrons, his eyes locking on a certain Dhampir next to him. Jackson kept his gaze focused on Blade for a few VERY uncomfortable seconds before giving a small smile and turning his gaze to the countertop. "Should have bought a lottery ticket. I didn't realize everyone would all be in the same place at once." His eyes then darted between the robed man, the mercenary Jackson could have sworn looked a little familiar, and the weird metalhead rocker, raising his eyebrows but holding back what he really wanted to say. Best not insult everyone so early on.

The Marauders (2018)

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UPDATE: Sheet is ready to go, modified but used some of the base-elements. Let me know if it works alright for this.

Devronian Arx: Demolitions Expert

Devronian Arx

AKA: Dev
Age: 33
Race: Human
Appearance:

Dev is a fan of his beard and hair, often going to surprising lengths to make sure his hair is properly groomed. His body (with the exception of his face) is covered with burn marks and scars, a culmination of years of abuse and experimentation with explosives. His hands are darker than the rest of his body due to the damage that has been done to them over time.

Dev

Faction: Marauder (Former Criminal)
Role in Team?: Demolitions Expert

Bio:
Devronian Arx was born to Yorick and Camilla Arx as a twin of Wesley Arx. The Arx family had a military tradition, and the Arx twins were not sparred from the violent and authoritative traditions passed down through the generations. The boys were treated with borderline abuse, with Yorick attempting to make military heroes out of his sons. Until the age of 14, the two boys spent nearly every day of their lives training, learning, and preparing to be soldiers.

Yorick was a violent man, one who abused the two boys relentlessly. That’s why Dev wasn’t upset to see his father die slowly and painfully from an untreatable sickness. It was the perfect justice, seeing as Yorick was killed in the least honorable fashion possible. Following the death of the Arx patriarch, Camilla took a job to support Wesley, who had developed a passion for politics and diplomacy. As a result, she wasn’t around much to take care of the two boys, so Dev and Wes had to raise themselves for a short time.

Dev was too much his father’s son. That’s why, when Camilla was fired from her job and imprisoned for supposedly stealing medical research when the boy was 17, Dev took things personally. He spent the next year honing his skills and expertise with explosives. He crafted his own homemade explosives, and used them to send a message: he busted his mother out of jail as the headquarters of the company she had worked for was burning.

Camilla and Wes disowned Dev after that incident. The Arx family was never fond of terrorists, even amongst their own kin. So Dev left, and had made quite a name for himself in the criminal sphere after his act of revenge. A small circle of “Righteous Rebels” managed to find Dev before the authorities could, and they took the young man into their fold. Dev proved to be proficient in his understandings of basic architecture and engineering, able to point out weak points in practically any structure. He also worked on modifying and creating his own explosives, inevitably created “Death Whistle” in the process.

It was only a matter of time before Dev was caught and imprisoned, labelled a terrorist and slotted to be executed. Dev was willing to accept that fate, but he liked the better offer of serving on-board a ship that was trying to make a difference in the galaxy. Dev didn’t buy into the patriotic bullshit the Marauders were serving, but Dev did like the idea of demonstrating his talents for a prolonged period of time.

Personality:
Dev doesn’t play by any rules, and most times would rather die in a fiery explosion than follow orders. He does place higher value in respect than his carefree and chaotic nature. Dev values anyone who breaks the law and doesn’t regret it. He understands that laws tend to be too restrictive. He also treats his work with explosives as an art form, and blows up (pun intended) when his work is degraded or not appreciated.

Dev to some extent understands the importance of doing what he is told on-board the Monroe. Quite frankly, Dev will only follow orders to ensure that he can continue doing what he loves: blowing shit up.

Weapon(s): Dev is a fan of firepower, so he always carries an assortment of explosive/lethal devices on his person. Dev typically carries a few flashers (non-lethal, designed to blind anyone within the room no matter how protected their eyes are), a few scorchers (incendiary grenades designed to cause no/minimal damage to structures but cause a lot of damage to hostiles), a few Adhesive Grenades (Weird Plasma Glue that slows hostiles significantly), and two Gone Mines (let’s just say everything within 20 feet of that mine is gone if it’s set off).

In terms of traditional weaponry, Dev does keep a standard-issue sidearm on his person. He has been known to pick up an assault rifle, but why would he use that when he has Death Whistle.

Dev’s personal favorite in his arsenal, Death Whistle, is a customized grenade launcher. It is designed primarily to fire slightly amplified fragmentation grenades, but can really house any explosive in Dev’s arsenal and launch it a great distance. It has a very distinctive discharging of gas as it fires, hence the name.

Death Whistle

Family/Relationship?: Dev’s parents are currently deceased. Dev's brother, Wesley, is currently working his way through the Spire's political sphere. Dev's former girlfriend, a Satasi known as Harloine, was one of the few members of the terrorist network that wasn't captured by the authorities. God knows what she's up to.

The Marauders (2018)

Thanks for the Feedback! Modified CS down below.