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The House of the Wayward Hero (DCU)

A modification of an old OC I've had. If you want an equipment list and such just let me know and I can put one together. Let me know if anything needs to be changed up.

Knight

Name: James Alphonse Knight
Alias: Knight
Age: 17
Gender: Male

Costume

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Powers:
Tough Skin: Knight's skin itself is akin to incredibly durable armor. It is impenetrable by normal weaponry, such as bullets. This is not to say that Knight does not feel the impact of the blows, as he still has pain receptors. Bullets hurt, even if they don't penetrate the skin.

Weaknesses:
While his skin is thick, Knight is still prone to mental attacks and can suffer internal injuries. If you throw Knight around too much, his organs can rupture and cause serious damage. Knight's skin can be severely softened by things such as acid, which make him just as vulnerable as anyone else.

Skills/abilities:
Ninjutsu: Knight has been training for much of his life in the arts of ninjutsu. He has achieved high proficiency in Taijutsu, Kenjutsu, Kusarigamajutsu, Shurikenjutsu, Kayakujutsu, Hensōjutsu, Shinobi-iri, and Intonjutsu. His incomplete training has left him somewhat unbalanced. His methods of fighting are somewhat bastardized and fueled by anger, leaving him inferior to most trained in the art.

Bio:

It was natural in the mind of a young James that his "Uncle" Riku would adopt him after his parents were killed in a horrific car accident. The young boy had been in the back of the family's minivan when an oncoming semi ran a red light. It was a miracle the boy had survived, one that surprised everyone. And so James was raised from the age of 4 by Riku as his own son. While James believed that Riku had taken him in out of a love for his father, as the two were close friends since college, it became clear by the age of 16 that Riku had adopted the child to prevent the boy from learning the truth.

Riku was a member of the League of Assassins who inevitably went on to form a small criminal empire in San Francisco. He single-handedly trained members of his organizations in the art of Ninjutsu, creating what most would describe as "an army of ninjas." Among them was James, one of the most promising students. His flaw, however, lied in his immense anger and frustration which would cloud his judgement in life and in combat. Meditation wasn't particularly helpful in controlling the anger, leaving Riku to write him off as mostly a lost cause. He continued to train the boy to deter him from digging into his parent's death.

James wasn't much of a detective, but he was one of the best infiltrators Riku had ever taught. During a brief interaction with Riku, the boy's suspicions were aroused. James, in his sleuthing, managed to uncover a secret vault within Riku's office in their home. Inside, James found files on his father's CADMUS research, including a serum labelled "Knight 431." Not being very bright, the curious son injested the serum given the lab notes claimed it was an "enhancement." The pain afterwards was excruciating, and James was only barely able to seal up the vault and get to his room before his adoptive father returned home.

The next day, it became clear what Riku's true colors were. James was abducted on his way to the local convenience store (he wasn't a fan of going to school) by Riku's men in broad daylight. When he awoke, the mentor attempted to kill his pupil... but the sword shattered as it cleaved towards his neck. By the time Riku had managed to understand what had just happened, James had been free from his binds and managed to escape.

Since the incident, James has been on the run. It has been about a year now that the teenager has been on the run. He's managed to gather some of the finest gear that had been gifted him over the years before running away. While it would be best to keep a low profile, James has never been one to stand aside and let innocent people get hurt. He does what he can to help out those in need, and is rather distrusting of organized crime and government after learning of the trail of corruption that lied behind his adoptive father's criminal enterprise. He was the kind of person who could become vital to discovering what was going on in a place like La Vida, which led to a rather interesting invitation that James couldn't possible turn down.

Sky Warriors: Birth Of An Army

Jimmy Web: The Jonestown Runner

The call was startling, but expected given the landscape. While Jimmy was hoping to get into some dogfighting, a few trucks on the ground would suffice. When Roland went low to get a good look, Jimmy made a note of the other aircraft and their maneuvers. The Scanner was looking to gear up directly for a fight, while the monstrosity behind him appeared to be gaining a higher altitude. Not exactly the most coordinated effort, but Jimmy trusted that the others knew what they were doing. He hoped that courtesy would be shared.

The Runner pushed forward the throttle, gunning forward and making his way over the convoy as fast as possible. His instruments were perfectly fine, and Jimmy was at a high enough altitude to pull off his usual antics. Once some distance in front of the convoy, the Roger Dodger began to pitch towards the ground while rolling right. Jimmy pulled back on the throttle as he was lowering intensely, helping to minimize the turning radius on his 180 degree Wingover before temporarily rising back into the sky. At the last moment, he pitched the craft towards the ground again to perform his run.

By the time Jimmy was in position, Rodriguez had completed his run. It was fairly textbook, and Jimmy was looking to replicate. His two miniguns began to light the ground ablaze with bullets as the Rabbit performed the simple strafing run. Once over the convoy again, Jimmy performed a more simple turn to get back into a relative formation, practically returning to his starting position before gauging his next move and assessing whether he took any hits.

Sky Warriors: Birth Of An Army

I know, I've been preoccupied lately. I'll get a post up tonight or tomorrow.

The House of the Wayward Hero (DCU)

Shame, was considering jumping in on this one. Had a couple ideas for OC's I've created but never used. I'll keep an eye out and if other people start picking this up I might whip something up.

Spider-Men, interest check and co-gm search.

No major questions right now. I am interested, but would it be possible to have a character that goes from using the powers selfishly (stealing small things) before becoming more of a hero? Kind of the similar learning arc of the responsibility one has with powers that Spider-Man typically goes into.

Marvel: Shadows and Secrets (18+)

Jackson Hurley: AKA Slingshot

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May 5th, 2012
Location: Manhattan, New York City

Slingshot nodded as he took the address in hand and watched the others preparing to leave. With the distraction underway, the vigilante kneeled next to the pile of corpses. He quickly lifted a sleeve, taking a picture of their markings before pocketing a few spare pistol magazines. He took a moment to examine one, and sure enough… armor piercing. Military Grade, and something you certainly couldn’t pick up at the local gun shop. With a quick zipping up of the jacket, Sling exited the bar through the back with his case in hand. He took a second to fasten it… and there they were. Cops. Only one squad car, from the sound of it. Seemed rather light for a shooting, but it was fairly late.

Slingshot swung his leg to straddle his bike as he fastened his helmet, sliding the visor down to obscure his face. Before launching out into the New York streets, Sling unholstered his SIG and a specially crafted holster located on the bike’s chassis. A small addition that the vigilante figured might actually come in handy, given the insanity around them. With everyone gone, Slingshot slid out onto an empty 46th street… a street that was far too empty for New York City.

He leisurely glided down the empty road, his eyes looking for any signs of life. Nothing. No pedestrians or other cars as he carefully prepared to turn left onto 6th. He almost didn’t notice the cars lined up, blocking the road until he heard the signature order to Freeze from a police officer. The line of cars were about 40 ft away, and the distinct sound of helicopter wings could be heard in the distance. It was certainly a trap, an interesting strategy that seemed too orchestrated for the NYPD. Certainly just a gift from the nice men at the bar.

Slingshot pulled on the brake, the Bike lurching to a stop but the engine continuing to run. Sirens began to blare behind the lone vigilante, who had chosen to go the opposite direction as his newfound compatriots. Within a few moments, Slingshot would be surrounded. Luckily, this wasn’t exactly Sling’s first time at the rodeo.

Five gunshots in rapid succession rang out only a few blocks away from Radio City Music Hall as the squealing of two tires on the uneven pavement accompanied. The police officers… the three still standing and not groaning on the ground from incapacitating shots, opened fire as Slingshot hopped up onto the curb and began to bounce down the steps into the NYC subway system. He leaned forward on his bike, lifting up the seat under him to pull out a small bundle. Sling pulled the pin of one of the grenades out of his mouth as he tossed it out in front of him once he hit the ground, sliding to a stop. After but a moment, the gates before him clanged to the ground as the detonation knocked them loose.

Slingshot drove out into the main terminal, and it became clear this is where the police had quickly evacuated civilians. Men, women, and children were all huddled on the ground, with a few police officers turning their attention clearly to the criminal. Slingshot revved his engine and drove past, the officers having difficulty landing a shot on the weaving target. Sling pulled the pin on another grenade as he held it in hand for a couple seconds before lobbing it at the gate before him. He cut it close as the bike shot through the weakened gate, dust and debris clouding the visor. The vigilante cleared it with his jacket sleeve as he began to ascend the stairs on the other side in a very bumpy and surprisingly uncinematic moment, one Jackson was not proud of.

Once out on the other side of the street, it became clear the NYPD were scrambling to find the vigilante. The streets of New York were narrow and not particularly designed for maneuverability… but the construction especially in light of recent events did provide grounds for cover. Slingshot’s ride was surprisingly silent (thank you hybrid engine) as it drove under a construction pedestrian barrier down W 49th street. The helicopter above nor the patrol cars below noticed the dark silhouette shooting down the walkways.

The perimeter established ended at 9th street, so Slingshot veered through a small open area at the border of the theater district, hopping onto W 50th and then into a parking garage, making his way past the barriers. He got out onto W 51st and far from harms way, making sure to drive quietly back into the light NY traffic as he made his way towards his home. It only took a few minutes as he pulled into the alleyway for the run-down, former SHIELD safehouse loft he was staying in.

The vigilante went to stand up, when he realized his legs weren't exactly in the same working order he had expected. Jackson fell to the ground next to his ride, falling on his side as several sharp pains became apparent. A few dull pains in his torso were obvious as clear bullet holes lined up near his shoulders, along with two shots in the back. The body suit had worked well to prevent penetration... but his right leg was another story. A lucky shot at the right angle managed to pierce his calf. Jackson ground his teeth as he pulled himself to his feet, getting up to guide his bike into a rather large garage he opened with a quick button-press on his phone. "Damn... At least that looked cool. Can't wait to tell them about it later."

Little Chase Music (Yes, there has been a pattern)

Rainbow Six: Siege - White Flame

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Aleksander lumbered his way out of the building, eyeing over his room number and key. He found their little moniker rather amusing. They knew his Greek background, but the name Ajax was almost insulting. A soldier who was never quite the best, but rather lived in the shadows of the other great Greek heroes before being committing suicide... a rather harrowing namesake. But Aleks, to some degree, appreciated the recognition of his Greek roots and having a name connected to legend. He'd have to improve upon the name, and make it something even greater.

The Greek-American easily made his way towards the apartment complex, reaching his room with ease. One of the large man's most "normal" skills was his ability to find his way through hotels and buildings. He had a keen sense of direction, especially as an adult. He made not of all exits, both doors and those he could improvise. It was a force of habit at this point.

Once inside his room, Aleks immediately went to work unpacking his things. He had packed surprisingly heavy. He kept a spare sets of kevlar vests and full combat fatigues with him when he travelled here, so that he could do his exercises in a more "challenging" outfit. He had also packed personal exercise equipment, mostly for weight training but he had also packed a punching bag. This was before he even mentioned his toolkit, which had what every mechanic and engineer could hope to have in a pinch situation.

The kitchen was where Aleks was most comfortable. It was fully stocked, and luckily his government managed to provide ingredients he could use to make a few dishes he would enjoy. Aleks was known in his family as the cook after the passing of his sister, having spent years studying her culinary skills. Aleks stripped out of his jumpsuit, instead choosing to wear the boxers and tank top he had underneath. He was living alone, so didn't have much concern over how he dressed when he was cooking. Aleks went to work, crafting some Kefethes and Basmati Rice. To him, this was as relaxing as watching television and or playing a game.

After his hearty meal, Aleks worked on setting up the punching bag, making sure it was well-secured before going into his usual workout routine. He spent a few hours doing everything from cardio to weights to some mild combat practice. He tested out the punching bag, giving it a few swift punches and kicks before finally retiring with a shower and a good night's rest at around 10 pm.

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His alarm went off at 4 am. It was just enough sleep to feel rested, and he had been following the same sleep routine for a long time. But... he felt off. Jet lag... perfect. He got up groggily and immediately went to the kitchen, cooking up some eggs and sausage. He was too out of it to cook anything fancy, and he had a small bit of work he wanted to get done.

Aleks set up a small table in the living room, off in a corner, and started tinkering with a small metal plate. He wanted to install it on the front of his shield... make it his own. His shield of course would be waiting for him at the training facility. It felt weird not having it on his person, but he felt confident that the group he was working with could take care of a shield and not touch it.

After working on it for about thirty minutes, Aleks began a light morning workout. They would be training later in the day, so there was no point in tiring himself out before things got interesting. When the knock came on his door, Aleks was just getting out of the shower. He spent five minutes gearing up quickly into his fatigues and kevlar before making his way out of his apartment and towards the training facility to begin a tough day's work.

Marvel: Shadows and Secrets (18+)

Jackson Hurley: AKA Slingshot

May 5th, 2012
Location: The Rum House, Manhattan, New York City

Interactions: Practically Everyone

Slingshot looked around at the assortment, nodding as people began to come to an agreement. "Alright... if driving is our plan, I'm good with transportation. My bike is out back. Big and brooding here seems to have himself a captive to bring back to his own secret lair, and Joc [Note: Pronounced Joss] wants to escape through the coast. My suggestion is that all of us getting out of the city for a few days might be the best course of action to get the police off our tails. Which means..." The sharpshooter gave a smile as he pulled out two flip phones from his jacket, tossing one to Tonic and one to Alistar. "That phone has my number in it. I have a place a few blocks away. Joc, text me your address and I'll head out to meet you wherever it is we are going in one hour."

Jax turned to look at all of the "heroes" assembled in this small bar not far from broadway, and his voice went rather serious for once. "Alright people, you've got a few options. You can go with Joc to get a headstart out of this city, you can go with Alistar and do a little bit of interrogating, or you can meet me in the alley to the left of West 57th, between 10th and 11th. I have equipment we are going to need if we want to work together. And if anyone has anything they need to grab for a little vacation, now would be the time."

Jax hopped down from the bar, making his way towards Arvin the resident wizard with a surprisingly soft tone. "As a team, we can catch whoever we need, take vengeance on whoever is necessary, or just do good for another person. But that only happens if we all work together and don't focus on the self." He gave a small smile to Arvin before turning away, hoping his words would actually take root in someone he believed would have a tough time being a team player. "That being said, we should really get the fuck out of here."

Sky Warriors: Birth Of An Army

Jimmy Web: The Jonestown Runner

Jimmy watched the behemoth approaching and gave a small smile. He could outrun it if need be, and his Wing Leader wasn't firing anything up. Certainly the craft was another of the legend's friends... or he was asleep in the cockpit. Honestly, at this point, perhaps the older legend was...

When the call came through, Jimmy gave a sigh of relief. He eyed the XB-35-M4 carefully, making note of its weapons placements. He wasn't a genius, but he remembered the first rule in preparing for a fight: Know what you're fighting with and know what you're fighting against. It was an impressive aircraft, and it's ability to fly at the altitude it could maintain was... well, practically impossible. Maybe. Physics wasn't his strong suit.

When Lungfirst's bird began to get into position, Jimmy's lips curled into a small smile. He flipped a switch, and a loud buzz of static would easily come in through the radios of the other pilots. "Bzzzzttttt..." A loud pop would then blare through the radio as Jimmy bashed the console with his fist, a good solution to fixing anything in the cockpit easily. He shook his head. "Sorry, been meaning to fix that. This is Jimmy. I'd recommend keeping this formation loose and diamond right here buddy. Don't want you trying to sneak into any backdoors now." He gave a small chuckle to himself as he gave a small turn of the stick to the right. The Roger Dodger loosened up the formation to give a bit of breathing room as the jet rolled to the right slightly before readjusting.

Titans: West Coast. (Teen Titans Roleplay)

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Titan Tower, San Francisco

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Roy did his best to stifle a chuckle. He honestly didn't expect this pale teenager to have a sense of humor, let alone turn a joke back at him. In fact... he was able to spot a smile creep upon her lips. But just as quickly as that small glimpse of joy had reached her, it was stolen away by the arrival of two more individuals, both of whom didn't get the memo that red was taken. Roy gave them both a look over... two kids with way too much energy, even for someone like Roy. He could understand why the girl next to him would be so adverse to their presence, but there was a good chance that there was something else beyond that slim shell. Something Dark...

He snapped back to reality after a brief second, and pondered on if probing the girl further would be a good option. Given the situation on the rooftop, there was little benefit in prolonging a conversation with someone who didn't want to speak when the "rookies" were going to be given some kind of opening lecture. "Roy... well, Arsenal in the field. Red Arrow has a nice ring to it though... changed my name once before..." The archer's voice was surprisingly low in energy, and lacked the signature grin. Instead, the teen was sitting on the ground tinkering with an arrow that lacked a proper arrowhead. In the place of a sharp piece of metal, the arrow instead had a small red canister that was clearly pieced together from spare parts.

Roy's mind, unlike his voice, was burning with fury. Behind his shades he took glimpes away from his project to admire the team that was gathered, while also secretly catching glimpses at Raven. He had a screwdriver set firmly in his teeth as he worked on tightening the end of the canister until a distinct clicking could be heard. A smile crept on Roy's lips as he admired the arrow a moment. Alright, time to impress the ladies and gents at home. He set the trick arrow aside as he reached towards his belt.

A small box was located on the utility belt, perhaps twice the size of a deck of cards. The boy archer slid the end of the smooth metallic object, and the cracks became immediately noticeable as the metal began to interlock and stretch out almost perfectly. Within a couple seconds, the box had folded itself out into a thin recurve bow, Roy's backup to the composite bow he typically used. At a distance, the "Speed" bow looked like a standard Recurve bow with two limbs and a riser holding together a bowstring. Up close, the intricacies of the microlattice and the Spectra-Dyneema bowstring were evidently signs of master craftsmanship. It was something he developed a year and a half ago, when he still had significant resources. With the Speed Bow in hand, Roy notched the trick arrow to test the strength of the bow. My God... it's beautiful... He scrambled to his feet and drew back the bow properly, his stance perfect as the string was held taught near his ear. Those with keen perception might have even been able to detect the slightest giggle at this. Roy quickly scanned the rooftop to try and determine who had noticed his awkwardly public display of geekdom while speedily packing up his equipment again to avoid embarrassing himself further.