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Titans: Reborn

A Superhero Roleplay














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Welcome to the city of Hyperia. It used to be it's just your ordinary metropolis, with one little twist...

Spoiler:

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Not so long ago, Hyperia was protected by a team of five superheroes, the Champions, led by the charismatic Titan. This band of gifted individuals worked tirelessly for nearly a decade to keep their city safe from the clutches of evil.

However, all that changed.

Around five years ago, the Champions were faced with their most dangerous enemy yet, a powerful mind-controller known as Animatus. Tricked by their foe, the team of heroes vanished into a mysterious vortex, leaving the city of Hyperia unguarded.

Fearing for the safety of Hyperia, the last remaining Champion, Binary, activated a failsafe program that called out to 16 gifted individuals with a an offer:

Become the protectors the city needs.

Criminals and villains swarmed across the city after word of the Champions' disappearance spread, putting the new heroes to the test.

Some rose to the challenge, fighting crime and defending the Hyperians. Others simply walked away, never to be heard from again. Binary worked tirelessly to coordinate his team of strangers and outcasts, and for a brief moment, a new hope shone in Hyperia.

This was not to last.

While the "New Champions" were spread thin across the city, fighting crime and superpowered foes, the architect of the event made his move. Animatus had taken control of a crucial part of the city: it's government. Undetected by the heroes, he had taken control of the mayor and city council, and with the help of an unknown ally, began changing things to his liking.

It wasn't long before the order came to formally disband the Champions. In it's place, a government-controlled force of metahumans, hand picked by Animatus, was deployed to enforce justice in Hyperia. This meta-force was nothing like the Champions or their young counterparts, and served the will of their master before the law of the land.

Binary, the last remaining Champion, had disappeared. The New Champions had stopped receiving communications from him shortly before the news of their disbanding. With no one to give direction, the team split, and faded back into anonymity, leaving Animatus to have his way with Hyperia. It seemed nothing could stop him. Those who knew of the situation feared for what was to come.

Darkness fell over Hyperia.

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Back to the Present:

Not many were aware of Animatus' discreet rise to power within the city's inner workings. Even fewer dared oppose him. Those who did were swiftly wiped out by the meta-force.

However, there were those that refused to give in.

Rumors begans to spread throughout the city of a new contender. Known only as "The Resistance", nothing was known about the shadowy organization, other than their goal: rid Hyperia of Animatus and his Meta-Force. And if the rumors were correct, they were in need of allies.

Your character, for whatever reason, has decided to join the Resistance.

That is, if they'll take you.

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Superpowers:

All right, the part you've been waiting for. Your character's superpowers, abilities, etc.

Any canon superpower is up for grabs, unless the GM deems it otherwise. (Mind-control and Time Travel are already banned) The following link is a good reference.

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/List_of_superhuman_features_and_abilities_in_fiction

A few guidelines:
- Try to limit your powers and abilities to one specific area. Even though Superman has strength, speed, flight, laser eyes, frost breath, and invulnerability, most heroes don't.
- Allot weapons with caution. Remember, you are out to SAVE lives.
- Make sure the power your character has fits with both their origin story and the setting of the RP.
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Locations:

Hyperia has remained relatively unchanged since the events regarding the Champions' disappearance. While the effects of the --- can be felt throughout the city, for many people daily life goes on.

- Downtown: The heart of Hyperia. Skyscrapers and city buildings line the busy streets, along with the Champions headquarters, which occupies a spot just off of main street. Downtown Hyperia closely resembles your stereotypical urban center.
- Suburbia: Home to rows and rows of middle-class homes, Suburbia is full of residential neighborhoods. Families and middle-class citizens live here, making this one of the most populated regions of Hyperia.
- Financial District: The bread-winner of the city, the financial district is home to numerous banks, the stock exchange, and other wealthy businesses. Unfortunately, this has also made it a common target for heists and robberies.
- Cape Royale: Cape Royale is a collection of private villas and resorts, owned by wealthy magnets and tycoons who reside in Hyperia. Only the elite can afford to live here, and the atmosphere drips with luxury. High-profile theft runs rampant throughout the area.
- Bayside: A haven for blue collar working folk, Bayside's claim to fame is their trade indutry. Fishing, carpentry, metalworking, etc, all can be found within this large district. Bayside is still a modern, well-off town, but contains a larger number of immigrants and laborers than other parts of Hyperia.
- Mount Cedar: Built at the top of a mountain of the same name, Mount Cedar is a quiet, relaxed farmer's residence. The area is famous for its agriculture, and giving off a rural, ranch-style feel at times. The district's center is more urban than the edges, balancing out the community.
- Old Town: Old Town was the first part of Hyperia to be developed, many years before it would come to harbor superheroes. It is a small, dusty community that seems to be stuck in the past, not having evolved with the rest of the city. Small time criminals often start off their career in Old Town, since any kind of modern police force doesn't exist there.
- Outlands: Barren and undeveloped, the Outlands sit just beyond Old Town, as the only part of the city with no official inhabitants. Located here is Zephyr forest, a favorite spot for outdoor-folk and hikers. It is also rumored that a famous supervillain might have once had a base in the Outlands.

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Rules:

- Follow all PC and RPT rules and guidelines.
- Whatever the GM says goes.
- Respect your fellow players.
- This RP is rated M. That said, keep things appropriate.
- Be creative, and have fun!

If you are ever wondering whether the rules apply, consult this.

Spoiler:

This roleplay is a sequel to one by the similar name of "Titans", which can be found here . Events that happened in this thread are canon, and contain useful information on the setting and characters.

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Sign Up:

Name: (Include both birth name and alias if applicable.)
Age: (18+)
Appearance: (Include a brief description or image.)
Attire: (Same as above.)
Personality: (Describe how your character thinks, feels, and acts.)
Powers/abilities/weapons/etc: (Self-explanatory. Include the extent/limitations of these as well.)
Origin Story (history): (How did your character get their powers? What have they been doing up until now?)
Any other notes about your character:
Roleplay Sample: (Provide a short sample of writing using this character. Returning characters may use a sample from a previous post.)

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Accepted Players:

Sign-up status: OPEN!

- GreyBidoof as Burst
- Oddball_ as Lightforce
- Foxrally as Nerites Ekitai
- Sir Bastian as Quantum
- Godzil as Star Gazer
- Gimmepie as Giron
- Shak as Spectrum
- Merlin as Druid
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[Jay]

You know I'm in boy.

 

[Oddball_]

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Jake Kemon AKA "Lightforce"

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Age: 16


Appearance:
Ordinarily he appears as an ordinary teenager with blue eyes and very spiky sandy brown hair, prefering to wear white and black, the colors switching between each article, Black shirt, white coat, black pants, white belt etc.
He is slightly smaller than average at only five foot seven inches compared to the five foot nine average, he weighs a healthy buck thirty and is content with that.

"I am me! Nobody else!"

Attire:
Rather lazy with his disguise, he doesn't even bother to don a mask, instead merely tightening the hood on his large black jacket to where his face is barely visable. Curiously, this doesn't seem to hurt his vision, despite the jacket being impossible to see through.

Powers/abilities/weapons/etc:
Cross dimensional awareness: After being hit with a concentrated blast of the mysterious energy of the universe, Jake was suddenly aware of himself, and others. In the most littereal sense possible.

Energy manipulation: Having become attuned to the dimmensional energy, he can harness this energy, be it in weapon form or by using the energy to repair his own damages, or maybe even blowing open a door thats in his way.

Origin Story (history):
Having lived a mediocre life for the first seventeen years of his life, Jake Kemon was suddenly transformed during a freak dimmensional storm. His body would forevermore carry over one hundred times the amount of dimmensional energy that an ordinary human body would contain, this suddenly gifted with ability to manipulate the seemingly endless supply of dimmensional energy in the world in many different ways, such as weaponizing it, or using it to "recharge his own batteries" and repair his damaged cells.
Somehow during the storm, he was also "gifted" dimmensional awareness, and having become aware of the fact that he was merely one of the main characters in a much larger story, he then decided that it would be time to kick off his chapter, donning a large black coat and making noise as his own character for this story... Lightforce.

"Lightforce? Not bad. Better than 'Iron man' or 'The flash'

Personality:
Always wanting to be the so called comic relief of a situation, Jake frequently abuses his cringeworthy abilities to make fun of whatever company he finds himself in, for better or worse.

Having been a nerd long before becoming juiced up on dimmensional energy, Jake has adapted several nerdy things to fit his abilities, such as shaping the energy into weapons that look like they were ripped right out of a videogame or an anime.

Jake is very narrow minded, and will be very vocal when he doesn't approve of something, making him a very hard person to get along with, coupled with his intense love of sarcasm, Jake isn't somebody you'll want to hang out with 24/7.

One of the cons of being able to poke at the fourth wall is that it breaks his view of reality, making him not feel the same about certain events, such as somebody dying, unless their death was a result of his actions. Therefore he can seem unemotional at times, leaving him in an almost confused state when everybody tells him to not crack jokes at a funeral. He knows that its innapropiate, but he doesn't feel sad like everyone else.

Any other notes about your character:

Without the dimmensional energy powering him up, he becomes an average teenager, albeit one who knows he's a character in an RP. Putting it bluntly, if somebody finds some Dimmensional energy dampening matter, it will work like Kryptonite.

"Really shouldn't be disclosing my weaknesses, I mean I already don't trust that Ren guy."


Roleplay Sample:

Spoiler:

"Don't try any funny buisness man, or i'll have to blow you're fucking brains out!" The jittery man yelled, scratching his balding head with a grubby hand.

It was at that moment that a hooded figure walked into the convienience store, past the drug addict holding a gun to the clerk and directly into the drink isle.

"G-Get on the ground punk!" The junky called, turning around and pointing the gun at the figure in the black coat.

"Do you have any chocolate milk?" The hooded figure asked the frightened clerk who was cowering behind the register and ignoring the gunman.

"I said get on the fucking ground punk!" The man exclaimed, cocking the gun.

"Trust me buddy, you wouldn't win this even if it was a real post, but as it stands... you're inbetween me and my god damn chocolate milk." The hooded figure responded.

"I-I'm warning you!" The man cried, firing a warning shot into the air.

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"Names Lightforce... and this is my story." The spikey haired boy said to seemingly no one as he stuffed the black coat into a backpack.

As he stepped out of the Alley he could clearly see several police cruisers with their lights flashing infront of the convinience store he had just walked out of. Several officers were pulling a severly beaten drug addict out of the store in handcuffs, the man was trying desperatly to escape.

"Thats just one of my many heroic truimphs, but you'll hear more about them once we get the real party started." The blonde haired boy winked, chugging a small bottle of chocolate milk.

"Who are you talking too? And why are you late?" A grumpy man in an almost mullet complained as the boy turned the corner.

"Well, back to work I guess." The young hero sighed, heading over to meet with the man.

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[Foxrally]

All done!

Nerites Ekitai​

Name: Nerites Ekitai, child of the Ocean

Age: Appears to be in her mid-twenties in corporeal form.

Appearance and Attire:

Just like the tides of an ocean, Nerites' attire changes constantly depending on the time period and society she is in. Her corporeal form always appears to be that of a tanned, long and dark-haired, average-height woman. Her attire in Hyperia is of any common citizen, and changes with the seasons as well - for example, a summer dress and sandals during the summer, or a heavy coat and boots during the winter.

Personality:

Born to protect, judge and aid people, Nerites is kind and forgiving. using her power to help people in even the most petty of situations, her main aim in her travels is to help humans. She normally avoids verbal contact, as her voice has an echoey sound similar to the crashing of waves. She is extremely curious about modern technology and culture, which is why she carries a notebook (she has currently reached the sixth) with drawings and notes of her discoveries. owever under her kind, caring, calm face hides a constant feeling of dread and worry that she will soon perish like the rest of her kind.

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Powers/abilities/weapons/etc:

1. Metamorphosis:
   
   
   • Evaporation - If it is hot enough, Nerites can evaporate, turning into a humanoid cloud of steam. This is used mostly for utility and escape.
   • Liquidify/Condensing/Melting - Nerites' human body dissipates and turns into liquid water. If she is in another form, this takes Nerites back to her original liquid water form. This is her most common form and she uses it for most fighting scenarios.
   • Freezing - If it is cold enough, Nerites can solidify her body when it is in liquid form to turn it into ice, increasing her durability, and defense. Unfortunately, she is much slower in this state, and cannot extend her body's length. This is used mostly for brute force or when defending allies/locations.
   
   
2. Form-exlusive abilities:
   
   Steam:
   
   
   • Flight - Albeit not very fast, Nerites is light enough in this form to reach cloud height.
   • Physical Invulnerability - Being made of gas, Nerites cannot be hit with any physical weapon or object. The opposite applies too - unless she solidifies/condenses herself, she cannot touch anything physical.
   
   Water:
   
   
   • Limb and Body Extention - In this form, Nerites can increase the size and/or length of her body, depending on her current level of power. In water, she can grow to a tremendous size.
   • Limb detachment - Nerites may hurl part of her watery body for ranged attack. The body part takes a few moments to regenerate, however.
   
   Ice:
   
   
   • High Durability - In this form, Nerites' body is solid and hard, increading her physical durabilty and endurance.
   • Stalagtite Throw - An ice variation of limb detachment. Large stalactites are thrown at enemies like spears for ranged attack.
   
   
3. Other Powers:
   
   
   • Control over the tides
   • Minor control over sea storms
   • Travelling long distances by merging with the sea

Strengths:

Durability (ice), agility (steam), versatility as she can change form. She can also speak multiple languages, becoming more fluent in the one of the area she is in.

Weaknesses:

Electricity, water pollution, and any form of magic whatsoever (she is still weak compared to her previous days, and any character with magical abilities can incapacitate her easily). She is also quite narrow-minded, only doing her duty by instinct - almost like a robot or an animal, which strongly determines how much of her power she actually uses. Staying too far away from the ocean for too long also weakens her powers.

Origin Story:

They say gods cannot die, they say the immortal cannot be defeated. The story of Nerites, 74th protector of the ocean, tells otherwise.

Just like every other being of her nature, Nerites has existed since the beginning of creation. However, her consciousness began in the uprising of the greatest society of all - the Greek empire. As gods who had been waiting for their uprising began to thrive and gain power, she watched. She was eventually given a responsibility - guard the ocean, and be part of the 150 Neries.

Nerites was given a section of the ocean to guard - the Upper Atlantic, part of which included what is now Liberty Bay. Her responsibility was to aid ships of good sailors across the ocean, and destroy the vessels of sinners, blasphemers and criminals. She was to keep peace in the islands she guarded, both with men and the dangerous creatures lurking in the water and sky.

Dutifully, for thousands of years, Nerites did her job. Being a minor deity did not bother her - she was happy as long as she kept the peace. She was allowed to come into contact with other Neries once a year, and they discussed their achievements and duties. She loved her siblings very much - despite rarely ever meeting them. Yes, life was good for Nerites.

However, as all empires do, the Greeks began to crumble, both within and without. Heresy, new cultures, new gods had begun to emerge. Year by year, less Neries appeared the annual meeting. First one, then two, then ten, then twenty, then a hundred. Eventually, there were only ten Neries remaining.

Weak, overthrown, and powerless, the protectors of the ocean awaited their death. When a god is forgotten, and is no longer worshiped, its existence ceases to have a meaning. It slowly dissipates, disappears from history as it does from people's minds. Nerites watched as every one of her siblings suffered this fate. All, except her.

No longer confined to her domain of responsibility, Nerites began travelling the world, watching it as it grew. Nerites' first attempts to interact with humans were her trying to destroy human development, in hope that it would restore the old empire and bring back the old gods - tsunamis, floods, storms, day after day she struck the cities.

Over time, however, Nerites began growing fond of the humans. They were tireless, dedicated, to make development. Eventually, she learned to embrace change - just like the humans accepted the shifting tide. She traveled the world, helping societies thrive in whatever ways the ocean could. All the while, she has been searching for the reason why she has not perished like her siblings yet.

Fast-forward to the current time setting. Nerites, travelling across the world, is currently staying in Hyperia city. Like any other diety, she is able to take a corporeal form of a young female human, and is seen as such bu normal people. She often wanders around the city, assisting people in their daily lives, and controlling the direction of the ocean. However, one worry still plagues her mind. When will Nerites suffer the fate of the other 149 Neries? For sooner or later, she will dissipate into nothingness, become an nonexistent fragment of a dead past.

Yes, gods can die.

As a part of the Champions program, Nerites was recruited along with other heroes destined to protect Hyperia. For a while, all seemed to be going well, and during this time she became very close friends with one of her fellow heroes, Burst. However after the Champions' dissolution, Nerites found herself with little reason to remain in the city other than her former team members. After helping Burst pay his way through college (turns out, being a sea goddess means you know the location of a lot of sunken treasure), the pair decided to leave Hyperia and move to Greece, where Burst now works as a doctor keeping in contact with Nerites as she continues her search for explanations.

Any other notes about your character:

Nerites is an avid artist, hoarder, kleptomaniac, indiscreet stalker, terrible haggler, and does her best to draw, note, (unsubtley) overhear and collect any pieces of information she finds interesting about the new world and the Greek gods, in the hope of learning more about her... peculiar situation.

Roleplay Sample:

https://www.pokecommunity.com/posts/8698959/

 

[Ozymandias]

ahhh i hate you for posting this on one of the busiest weekends ever >.>

but you know i'm in doofy :3 i'll be making a new char this time around

 

[Sir Bastian]

QUANTUM IS BACK IN ACTION BABY

Name: Quantum (She has no 'street name', due to her powers. See below for more info.)

Age: Unknown, even by herself. You could guess she's around her mid to late-twenties though.

Appearance: Quantum is made up of pure, purple-pink energy, but is still in the form of a human woman around her mid-twenties. Somehow, whenever she speaks, her voice seems to have a vibrant tone, but it has no real impact on her speech patterns, or how audible she is. Despite being made up of energy, she still has a defined human form, hands, fingers, feet, and even a concentration of energy in certain places such as her eyes, nose and mouth. She claims the form comes naturally to her, though supposedly she'd be able to simply form into whatever she'd want due to being made out of energy. But for reasons specified later, she both doesn't, and can't.

Attire: Due to being made up entirely of energy, Quantum is unable to take –proper- human form, with skin and all. She's forced to wear a 'skin'-tight rubber/latex suit to prevent her energy-form to violently expand and… well, blow up herself and everything around her. When she's at home and relaxing, she'll only be wearing the 'Inner Suit', as it's been dubbed, which is as close to looking normal as she'll ever get.

Spoiler:

Her 'Outer Suit' is an armored, technological wonder, which she's able to enter to protect the much more fragile Inner Suit from tearing. It's made up of a strange, definitely alien-like metal, which is extremely resistant to attacks and will only rarely break apart. It's a sleek black and silver look with purple neon-like lights, which is her own energy powering the suit.

On her palms, abdomen and under her feet are a specific set of a circle within a ring, which she's able to concentrate her energy into, in order to shoot out beams or blasts of energy, which will scorch and blast away whatever she targets. The Outer Suit also augments her already fairly formidable strength, making her able to punch through solid concrete and lift extremely heavy objects.

Personality: Quantum is eager to prove herself to others, knowing that she has nowhere else in the world where she could fit in, she tries to make every single thing she does in regards to crime-fighting count. She can be somewhat awkward around other heroes, due to her wanting to perform the best she can, which in turn makes it seem like her failures stand out all that much more. It's gotten better since she began her work as a Champion, but she does still suffer from this.

On her own though, she's eager and headstrong, willing to jump into dangerous situations in order to protect and defend. To her, life is precious, and a normal life is something that she knows she could never have, which is why she strives to protect those who don't know how lucky they are.

Powers/abilities/weapons/etc: Being made of pure energy has both its perks and downsides. On one hand, she's able to fly and shoot beams and blasts of energy from various parts of her suits, as well as having increased strength, which is further augmented by her suit. Said suit and due to her being made of energy, she's also able to take quite a few hits. She still feels pain, which is a mystery as to why, even for her, but she can take quite a few hits before going down. And even then, she'll get up again fairly quickly.

On the other hand, if her inner suit starts rupturing, she needs to concentrate deeply in order to control the energy that's making up her form. If the tears become to large or too many, or she loses concentration, her energy will unleash itself, violently expanding and exploding, taking both Quantum and a larger chunk of wherever she is with her.

Strengths:
• She's headstrong, willing to charge into dangerous situations to save her allies, or innocents.
• Being made of pure energy makes her extremely durable (at least in her Outer Suit), and also negates the need for eating, bathroom breaks, etc.

Weaknesses:
• Due to her at times rash decision-making, she occasionally ends up in sticky situations, where she needs help to get out of.
• Despite not having a need to eat or go to the bathroom, she still finds that she needs at least as much sleep as a normal person.
• Since she's made of energy, her body is –incredibly- unstable. If her Inner Suit starts rupturing, she has to retreat quickly in order to get it fixed and not destroy herself and those around her.

Origin Story (history): Quantum has no memory of who or even –what- she is, prior to being found by her friend, Doctor Mengsk. According to him, he found her out in a field in the Outlands in a weird, alien-like metallic pod. A being of pure energy in the shape of a woman. He managed to bring the pod back to his lab in Mount Cedar.

When she woke up, she was panicked. She had no idea who or where she was or how she'd gotten there. After calming her down, the doctor managed to convince her that he was a friend, and set to work on creating a suit that would allow her to exit the pod without hurting anyone.

Once they had managed to put her in the suit and she exited the pod, the two started trying to figure out just exactly who and what she was. She had no memories of her past or even her name, but she did know basic things like language, being polite, everything that makes us human. Due to her not knowing her own name, the doctor decided to suggest one befitting of her less-than-normal nature, which she adored; Quantum.

As time went on, they began doing tests, figuring out that she was able to fly, emit laser-like blasts and beams of energy, which made Mengsk alter her suit to have a couple of special, thinner patches of the material around her palms, feet and chest, which would allow her to emit these energies, without destroying the suit.

After a couple accidents where her Inner Suit was slightly torn, and a good deal of damage was sustained on the underground lab, the doctor created the Outer Suit from the remains of her pod, which allowed her to move about without fear of her Inner Suit tearing.

For about a year, she lived in the lab, unable to go outside, of fear of the government trying to capture her, believing her an alien, or something worse. She tried to help the doctor, but she wasn't very tech-minded, other than working with a computer, which she picked up a bit on, so she stuck to mostly carrying around things for him and doing heavy lifting, while still performing some tests for him.

After being contacted by the Champions, Quantum happily accepted, finally able to live a life outside of a stuffy lab. Within herself, she felt the need to use her abilities for something greater than just herself and the professor, despite how much she cared for him.

It was a bumpy ride at first, but sooner or later, she got along just fine with everyone. In particular, she got along great with Renegade. He kept to himself and played the loner type, but over time, he slowly warmed up to her, and even became her on-call repair guy for her suit.

Once the Champions were disbanded by the government, Quantum couldn't just... return to the lab, even if the professor urged her to. She picked up where she'd left off, and continued to fight crime, although alot more small-scale this time around, for fear of awakening the government's wrath.

For five years now, she's been doing this, all by herself, all the while keeping in contact with only Renegade, from the old Champions, visiting him and his daughter on occasion. The question of who she truly is has come up more than once, but she's always dismissed it. The city was in need of a hero. A -real- hero. And if she began looking inwards, then she'd fail everyone whom relied on her.

Now, however, Renegade's returned to the crime-fighting scene. She happily backed him up in his idea of creating a resistance to fight for the people, and against this new metahuman-group that was clearly out for no one's interest but their masters'. Alongside Renegade and others, Quantum were one of the first true resistance fighters, and is ready to stand for the people, against corruption.

Any other notes about your character: If anyone's unsure about a certain aspect about Quantum, feel free to ask me!

Roleplay Sample: Here's a sample of Quantum in action, during the first run of Titans: https://www.pokecommunity.com/posts/8738728/

 

[Jay]

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Name:
Edward Connor Trayton ~The Renegade~

"You can call me Ren."

Age:
29

"Pointless Question. You didn't really need to know that."

Appearance & Attire:​

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Street Attire:

"There's no need for anything fancy. I don't let people know who I am without a price to pay. I wear that jumper often, I suppose you could say that black has always been my colour. Apart from it I can often found wearing a pair of denim jeans with a suitably dark belt, fashionble yet not too tight. I look like any other late twenty something year old in this city... and that's the way I like it. Oh and I suppose that I'm not always the most dedicated to actually shaving. So I probably won't always be as smooth as I am in the image I have provided for you."

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Combat Attire (Costume):

"The jacket, gloves and trousers are formed from an experimental military grade polymer designed to provide basic resistance to heat, cold and physical forces applied to the wearer. When exposed to one of these outside extremities the suit will contract at a molecular level briefly in order to resist the attack as best as possible before loosening back to its original qualities, it's flexible, yet bulletproof. It's also very expensive, so don't go around putting your greasy paws on it. Due to the fact that the polymer is plastic based it also has a minor resistance to electricity, however this is indeed minor... and it still stings like hell to get jolted. When not retracted the material is flexible and easily shapes itself to the body when preforming acts of extreme acrobatics or attacks in combat.

The inner layers of these articles of clothing are stitched with a green mesh of basic rubber, easy to move in and it prevents the kinetic energy of my own movement from locking the suits defensive capabilities, acting as a buffer of sorts that stops rigidity overtaking my every movement. I say this because upon the suit activating its defensive mechanism it becomes much more stiff and heavy than it is normally, thus hindering movement in combat.

Oh... and they're water proof, so that they're not ruined when it starts to rain. I hate rain.

The mask and undershirt of the gear shown are completely bulletproof and I have recently upgraded them extensively. Using micro managing technology and techniques I have learned from the construction of Quantum's combat exoskeleton I have recreated the bottom layer with a lightweight, flexible material that still boasts powerful resistance to most forces while remaining flexible. In extreme emergencies this suit is also enhanced with an anti ballistic localized explosion hardware, that upon striking a certain pose allows me to fire anti personnel rounds in a 360 degree arc around my body at high velocity. Ammo for this is scarce, however.

Boots are standard military grade available from a wide variety of sources. Tough, long lasting and I've been told that it's exceptionally painful when they are used to kick opponents in delicate regions.

The dagger is a device of my own design linked by a wire to a switch held in my opposing hand. When activated the dagger can deliver a staggering 3.6 million volts of electricity on strike. Roughly three times that of some of the most powerful police grade stun guns and tasers. The excessive voltage is added to ensure that the electric charge takes effect against super powered opponents. However, as a result the electricity is lethal to the average human... I usually try and incapacitate civilians and common criminals by other means as a result. For my own safety, the dagger is programmed to automatically shut off its power supply when the trigger comes into contact with H2O molecules. Unless a massive amount of water comes into contact with the weapon quickly, this fail-safe usually prevents short circuits and self-harming electrical discharge.

In recent times, I have found the dagger to be too small and limited a weapon, as such I have taken to carrying a blade of similar design and capabilities. However, this new sword also has some extra benefits. It, upon activation by trigger, vibrates at a molecular level faster than human eye can perceive. The blade, super heated and electrified, can cut through almost any substance at a molecular level, splitting molecules and making self repair increasingly difficult.

Personality:
Cold || Clinical || Reformed || Determined || Protective​

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What's a happy genius? What's a man unbroken? What does it take to take everything great in a life and turn it on his head?... What kind of resolve does that draw out in a boy struggling to be reborn as a man? What kind of man does he become as a result?

The first and perhaps most prominently noticeable aspect of Edwards personality is his cold and callous attitude to new people. He seems to care only for a select few. He has very little family to speak of and he doesn't seem to be looking for more either. He has a significant lack of compassion and empathy and only rarely is this tempered with understanding and sympathy. When not acting as Renegade there seems to be very little explanation for it. To be honest even when in costume its an ambiguous attitude at best. But deep down Edward knows the reason.

Edwards past is so littered with death and loss, that he is afraid to get close to people.

Edward once believed that no being with power to rival a God should be allowed to exist on Earth. Aliens, super-humans, actual deities, Edward didn't care what they were, he harbored a secret desire to kill each and every single one of them. In fact, that's exactly what he planned to do. Once every single villain was dead, he would turn on the heroes, if he could get rid of some of the "righteous" while dealing with the "wicked" then all the better. Once they were all taken care of, he would deal with himself as well.

Like them... he had no place in that world. He knew that when he transformed himself into what he is today.

But Edward has changed, he has reformed his past ideals thanks to the help of the close friends and partners he met during his time with the Titans. He no longer views great power as a force to be completely destroyed... but something that must be tempered and used for good. If he destroyed all super powered forces, including himself, then a new evil would take its place. Quantum, Nerites, Binary and so many other showed him that he could overcome his mistrust and come to be a true hero... in his own way. Though some aspects of his personality will never change, even witg this altered view of the world.

Edward does his best to keep his voice emotionless when engaging in necessary communication with others while acting as the Renegade. He's afraid of giving anything away about how he feels as he believes that his enemies might be able to use that as a tactical advantage against him. As such he is often perceived as purely logical and very clinical in attitude by people who don't know him. Often being compared to a machine.

When the mask is off and the jacket hung up, The Renegade is a simple twenty-nine year old father living in a small apartment alone. Edward Connor Trayton is a simple man working as a wealthy manager at a local high end restaurant, trying to earn enough money to be a super hero and provide for his daughter in the big city. Edward tries his best to live a normal life outside of his hero activities but it's difficult. But for his friends, his city and his daughter Anise, he stays steadfast, headstrong and determined to keep going and to see one sunrise after another.

At his deepest and purest core, Edward is very protective of those whom are dear to him. He lost everything nine years ago, his entire family, everyone he had ever loved was gone in the blink of an eye and now once more, four years gone he lost his lover and the mother of his child. That affects a man, torments him in his sleep, agonizes him in his dreams and while Edward does his very best to hide this harsh reality away, he knows deep down that he's just terrified. Always painfully and utterly terrified of every day he has to face both as a man and as something more, terrified at the prospect of failing and losing the people he loves again. Quantum, his daughter, the resistance, he cares deeply for each one even if it's hard for him to show it. He will fight with every fibre of his being to keep them safe.

Powers, Abilities and Weapons:​

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Chi Control:​

The source of Edwards superhuman combat abilities. Due to the events that took place in his origin story Edward has practiced for almost a decade to master his body. Barely taking breaks to eat or sleep in the early days Edward has learned everything he could from the teachings of the ancient masters of body and mind from centuries ago and the results have been outstanding. Thanks to his determination and the accelerated learning provided to him by ancient scrolls, Edward is a master of various different martial arts and is able to channel the energy flowing through him, his chi, to boost the physical power of each and every individual strike.

The chi also allows Edward to move much faster than the average human, Edward is no Flash and his speed is not superhuman, but he can still run faster and jump higher than the common man, often using his abilities to escape tricky situations and engage in parkour for quick travel by foot across the city.

However this mastery of self energy comes with a major downside. If Edward fights for too long or pushes his limits too far then he risks entering a state of "numbness" in which his chi is totally spent and he reverts to a state less than that of a normal human. Weak, slow and incapable of fighting at all. He has thankfully never entered this state outside of daily training exercises, but he is constantly aware of its threat and presence. Thus, he tries to keep the effort expended in combat to a minimum while also doing his best to defeat foes quickly and easily.

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Echolocation:​

The "eye holes" on Edwards mask are in reality simply painted on. Through his chi Edward is able to hone his sense of hearing to ridiculously accurate levels. So powerful can he make this sense that he purposefully covers up his entire face to prevent all other sense bar touch from interfering, thus boosting his hearing further. The only openings in the mask be the edges... and Edward only stops himself from closing these up so that he can breathe.

To Edward, sight is a vulnerability and a hindrance in combat. The eyes are weak and easily damaged and should only be relied on when other senses are not an option. Sight gives only a certain field of vision, while hearing offers a 360 degree range of sense... even further when Edward focuses everything into this finely honed sense. Edward can sense enemies from any direction when in combat, he can hear their very movements... the friction between their muscles as they approach him... when distracted by fighting the range of this incredibly accurate hearing is roughly ten feet, when outside of combat but not focusing his hearing for a specific purpose, this range is expanded to about twenty feet. When his hearing is completely focused and he channels all of his chi into it and nothing else, then the range increases drastically to a solid mile in all directions... however when focused to this point Edward is incapable of all else besides hearing and this includes movement of any sort on his part, making him vulnerable to attacks from considerable range.

It is essentially impossible to sneak up on Edward for the large majority of people due to this state of being. However it is still technically plausible to do so. If someone were to move incredibly quickly then they might reach Edward before he could react to his hearing of them. If an entity was also able to move towards Edward without making noises due to friction (for example if someone was capable of phasing into shadows, or if they were a being of pure energy thus meaning no muscle friction) then said individual could easily approach Edward without his knowledge.

The glaring downside to this ability is that Edwards ears are unnaturally sensitive. If a high pitched or incredibly loud sound were to be played then it might temporarily deafen Edward, thus completely blinding him. This may also force him to take off his mask and to rely on his eyes for vision, revealing his secret identity and also weakening his hearing due to his reliance on a different sense.

If Edwards mask were to be broken or otherwise forcefully removed then he would have no say in his other senses being active and thus his hearing would be weakened through pure distraction, rendering it rather easy to sneak up on him or to avoid his detection.

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Monumental Arsenal:​

Years of funding, resources and research have gone into the crration of The Renegades varied and impressive array of gadgets, weaponry and tools to use in his work as a man whom fights the inhuman. His arsenal is powerful enough to topple a giant, yet compact enough to fit in his suit inconspicuously. The Renegade always has a trick up his sleeve, for example;

Renegade carries two bladed weapons, the first is his oldest and most trusted weapon. The High Voltage Knife (HVK) is capable of slicing and tearing through most dermal substances due to its constant influx of electrical energy. Reaching over three times the efficacy of the most efficient military grade tazers, it is designed to be lethal to humanoids and capable of incapacitating most meta humans with ease. The electrical field bounces off the blade to nearby grounding forms, such as individuals, and the cable attaching the knife to its trigger can act as an impromptu whip providing the weapon with surprising range. However some targets are just too big... and for those he carries his latest innovation, the HFB, or, high frequency blade. By vibrating at a molecular level indistinguishable to the human eye... this collapsible titanium alloy katana reaches heats to temperatures exceeding 750 degrees Celsius along the blades edge, coupled with the molecular properties of the blade it can cut through practically anything, slicing aoart the very molecules if the target and rendering reformation or healing an incredibly slow process. Even water is momentarily displaced when cut by this sword.

Recently added to the Renegades arsenal are basic fire arms for swiftly dealing with ranged targets. Clasped around his wrists and concealed beneath his sleeves are two arm canons that fire standard grade rubber ball bearings in quick bursts, similar to a shotgun blast. The reduced impact of the lighter ammo prevents the weaoons from damaging Renegades arms... as well as providing a non lethal solution to many confrontations. For use when ranged murder is required, the Renegade carries two silenced 10mm pistols, concealed in the sides of his jacket. Useful for firefights and matters of discreet and swift execution.

With range and melee covered, the Renegade carries a handful of weapons for unique situations and exceptional crisis. Sealed in a concealed pouch under his jacket and upon his lower back, Renegade carries a variety of multipurpose grenades. The explosive force if these grenades is minimal, instead they focus on more practical utilities. Liquid nitrogen for a quick freeze, thermal materials and inflammatories for fire, smoke bombs for a quick getaway and toxic gas for the odd slow death or easy knockout.

Finally the Renegade has his ultimate defense measure. Built into his under shirt is the "Typhoon Anti-Personnel defense system" by shouting an activation phrase and crouching in place... the system activates. From Renegade and spreading out in a full 360 degree angle, multiple anti personnel rounds are shot wildly. This technique is almost guaranteed to hit, injure or kill all people with an unobstructed path between themselves and the blast... though for obvious reasons this can be very dangerous. The impact of this technique also leaves Renegade unconscious without fail... not to be used unless all other options have expired.

"My "Super Powers" come from a pure mastery of human capability and natural energy. I fought to get what I have, it wasn't given to me as if I was a small child without a toy. The scroll only accelerated the process, with enough time I would have achieved this alone."

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Resistance Database:
Subject File: Omega - 0002
Code Name: Renegade

The only back story we could obtain directly from Edward Trayton regarding his original intentions as and the origin of The Renegade is what can be garnered from this single audio log.

It has been saved here for future reference.

I'm not the first man to call myself Renegade. But I'm going to be the last.

My father was a much more traditional hero than I am. Dressed in some strange suit when he went out, keeping his secret identity a secret from his family and the World both. But I knew. I found the suit, some crappy black latex with bandages wrapped around it. I was so excited back then, so very intoxicated by it all. My father was the legendary hero Renegade! My Dad went out and beat up all the bad guys! I grew up knowing that and he kept his secret all those years... I never told him that I knew. I thought he'd get mad or that he'd be worried that someone had found his secret identity. So I kept it to myself, in secret pride throughout my entire life.

I grew up in and around the central city area, it was always really busy there and there was plenty of too. We had a pretty spacious property, one of the few actual houses on the market rather than some crappy apartment like I have now. I lived with my parents, little sister and little brother. Things were... pleasant. I was around ten when I snuck into my parents room out of curiosity. Dad was a cliché guy, I pulled the wrong book off a book shelf and out came the wall panels. Some dumb costume and a pare of batons, non-lethal. It looked cool to me as a kid, but now I think it'd be a pretty sad excuse for a super hero get up.

But there was something else there that caught my attention.

The scroll.

Heroes get there sources of power from somewhere, I knew that, but this scroll just felt different to anything I'd ever read about in comic books. It was plain, white parchment, two golden ends to hold it all together. A language I didn't understand. It didn't glow with power, it didn't radiate energy. It just was... and yet that was all it needed to do, its very existence gave off a feeling of mysticism and power. I heard noise coming up the stairs then so I pushed the book back in and watched the panels silently flips back around and I ran back to my room.

I never told my Dad, like I said, I didn't want to worry him. I was so proud. Super heroes... super powers... they were the most amazing thing in the World. They had to be. I had though that, believed that so readily.

Until, well, it was about four, maybe four and a half years ago since I've been working for roughly six months now.

I was twenty years old. I was a normal kid growing into a man. I was going to college, a degree in computer science and engineering... I was set to go and get a normal job and live my normal life, find a normal girl, start a normal family. I was at the bank, looking for loans for my next years tuition. My Dad! Ha! He had given me his card to take out more cash, how kind of him to do so...

***​

When I got home there was blood plastering the walls and my little sisters body was sprawled on the stairs.

I tried to hold back my vomit, the stench, the image... it was too much to hold back. I couldn't believe my eyes. I screamed then, cried... and tried to hold myself back.

But then I heard another scream in response.

My Mother.

I ran through the house and saw my little brother. Gods... him too. What was happening? I was so scared, but I had to do something. I had to do something!

Then I saw him. My father. Kneeling in a pool of my dead mothers blood. His eyes were confused, horrified and scared. He looked up at me with that expression. He begged me to understand, he told me that he didn't know what had happened... he started babbling about his power, before doubling back and trying to explain. But he didn't need to. I knew what he was talking about. I knew exactly what he was talking about.

"Your Super Powers."

He looked up at me. Even more shock. He didn't understand how I knew. But I understood. I understood everything then.

I had always looked up to those things called "heroes", I had always loved the ideals put in place by those "super powers". But it only took one incident to show me the truth. To show me horrible and dangerous they were! How they could hurt others so easily! Why did that kind of power exist?

So.

I made a decision. My Father seemed, weakened, exhausted.

And I grabbed the carving knife from my kitchen counter.

***​

When I went upstairs and opened the wall panel I took two things. The black mask and the scroll. The stupid costume and the worthless weapons were worth nothing to me.

I took a moment then, to reel back. Reality was catching up with me as I began to think of what was happening. I had just killed someone. I was taking precautions to avoid being caught. My- my whole family was dead and this was my reaction?

But I couldn't dwell on it. I had to keep moving forward. I couldn't be a normal person anymore. Not now, not ever again. Everything was gone. Everything. In that moment I felt only hate for the World. For those beings like my father whom thought they could control unreal powers. People like that didn't deserve the chance. They had to be taken care... they were a danger to innocent lives.

Protecting innocent lives? Was this what it meant to be... a hero? Was this my Fathers intention?

The scroll in my hand felt warmer then. With thought of retribution and protection, it seemed to stir. Upon looking down to my hand it seemed to radiate a faint glow. Did the scroll itself understand what I wanted to do? Was this a sign?

I believe it was.

So I ran. I ran as fast as I could from that place. I needed to find somewhere safe. Somewhere quiet and unassuming.

Somewhere to train.

***​

I used the last of the money on my Fathers card to buy the apartment I still have today. It was small and fairly crappy compared to my old home, but it would do. I was penniless, but I could steal food. There was a fridge in the place already, along with a bed. I wouldn't need anything else.

The scroll handled the rest.

Every time I looked at it it had new information and I realized that while training with it around I picked up on things much quicker than normal. It was accelerating my learning process... and perhaps even helping my body to grow and adapt quicker than normal. I tried studying my old college books with the scroll around... something I didn't think would work since it wasn't directly related to what the scroll was teaching me. But it did, it did work.

Within days I could recite the most complicated procedures in the books off by heart. I could preform the techniques described within them and craft the machines in them as if I had been doing it my whole life. Anything I learned in the scrolls presence would be ingrained in my mind. As if the ability to truly learn anything had been locked away for years and the scroll was the key.

And that the scroll in turn had been unlocked by my will to fight.

I learned to fight. The scroll was teaching me martial arts techniques, that wasn't hard to see. But there was something more. It thought me strange breathing exercises and poses, dramatic moves that would surely never fit into normal fighting styles. But when I used these moves something would surge through me. Incredible energy, unlike anything I had ever felt before in my life.

What... what was this strange flux? Was it from the scroll? No. It told me otherwise. It described something in its constantly shifting words.

Chi. The essence of life itself. It was energy that had been inside of me all along. The scroll was just showing me how to unlock it.

It was teaching me how a human could stand up to the unnatural powers of the beings above that. It was giving me a fighting chance by boosting me to the power of something beyond what I could ever be. A prime human, a being capable of reaching their pique physical and mental capacity. Like some sort of super soldier in the comics I once read.

Four years passed as I trained. Judo, Kendo, Karate, Taekwando among others. I had learned nigh every martial art known to man. Advanced machinations and engineering, in four years I had become a technological expert to rival a doctorate level professor. My chi was perfected and I used it to see what my eyes could not. It showed me how to use my other senses to great effect. I learned that my ears were much more effective than my eyes and that by channeling my chi, those same ears could trump my eyes entirely. Echolocation, the sounds and slight vibrations of the World opened up to me, a pin dropping a mile away could be found and tracked with focus... no vision required at all, all achieved through the focus of energy into my ability to hear.

So much had happened... it seemed like it had all been a blur, a bad dream. But here I was. A damned killing machine, able to combat the most powerful being in the Universe. I knew I was capable. I knew I could do it!

And when that thought passed through my head, the scroll finally went blank. No longer could I see any writing on its parchment. It's time was finished. It had thought me all it needed to.

Putting my fathers mask on backwards it was easy to sneak into the military base I had been eyeing up for months. My lack of vision boosted my echolocation and before anybody had even realized I was there. I was gone with a truck loaded with military grade supplies.

Once I'd stashed it in an alleyway, I raided the truck completely and left it there for someone else to deal with. Bulletproof materials. Combat knives. Electrical equipment and advanced machinery. Enough adrenaline to last a lifetime. An experimental polymer designed to resist most every form of attack.

That stuff was a bitch to cut into clothing, even with the machinery I had.

I made my costume, a new mask for the new Renegade, something to strike fear into my enemies. No eyes to see, no holes to breathe, only the cracks to the side provided me air because I didn't need my senses. I could hear those whom would go against me and they would know that I needed nothing else. I built a knife with the spare materials provided, my knowledge of technology made it easy to create something capable of bringing biting pain to the "heroes" and "villains" of this city.

My father was a worthless fool. He was a poser, a second rate piece of thrash. It was disgusting that someone as worthless as him had taken everything from me. He didn't deserve the name I now bore.

I was... I am the Renegade.

I will be the one who saves this city... and I will do it by removing the threat of otherworldly powers.

Completely and permanently.

***​

Just recently I got a job to provide some basic income and food for my alter ego. So that I could still attempt to live a somewhat normal life in my downtime. The place I work is dump, but they pay alright for what I do. I'm only a waiter so I'm really just happy that I'm getting over minimum wage.

I've been operating as a "super hero" for just over six months now and so far I haven't really been interested in teaming up with the other "heroes" in this city. I plan to eliminate them as well of course but right now the villains are a more immediate threat... and since the heroes are so intent on removing said villains from the city then I'll gladly put up with them and use them for the time being.

Even if the worthless clods can't do their jobs right.

At least... that was my plan... just today I received a message on my phone. Not my personal cell, but the alternative device I use to deal with all things Renegade. I'm not THAT stupid.

"You have been selected, because of your special abilities, to assist the Champions with a mission of utmost importance. If you choose to accept this task, report to 1102 Washington Avenue within 24 hours."

The champions have always been high on my list of threats. Too numerous, too powerful and too difficult to take down alone. I realize that I don't want to work with anything even remotely associated with them. But getting close may be my only chance to make a plan that can stop them... a plan that can kill them.

So I put on my mask, pocket my knife, put on my favorite suit and lock away the home base for a little while.

Time to meet some heroes.

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Recording Start

"Hello Anise, Sweetheart,

It's me, Daddy.

A lot of things have happened in the five years you've blessed my life thus far. By now you probably realize that your father wasn't always a good man... he had twisted ideals and he shifted the blame to the other people of the world... so that he could better accept everything he had failed to do.

So now at long last, I'll tell you what changed after I met you. After I met your mother.

In the increasingly likely event that I can't sit with you when you're all grown up and tell you this myself.

After I joined the Champions... I was filled with hate, but after working with them for such a short time I learned the truth. I learned that they were wonderful people despite what powers they had. I learned that being super doesn't always lead to being a villain. Thanks to Aunty Quantum and all of my other friends, I let go of that hatred.

It was then, near the end of my time with them, that I met Natalie. Your mother. You remind me more of her every day Sweetheart. Your stunning blue eyes, your wavey blonde hair... and a smile that warms my heart. Your mother and I had been dating for three months when I, ehm... well you were rather unexpected, to put it bluntly, for us both, but part of us knew as well, that it was meant to be.

We were married in only six months thanks to you... isn't that crazy? Oh goodness, what were we thinking? Haha...

Ehm... by the end of that year, the meta-force came about. They didn't like Daddy being a super hero, so he stopped... he stopped peacefully too, to take care of you and Mommy. Daddy used what he had learned as a hero and a man to get lots of money without any violence. He opened up his restaurant chain, Trayton's, you were too young to remember, but we'd always go there after play school to get milkshakes, on the house! I was the owner after all.

...Mommy. She always told Daddy how proud she was of him. It... made him very happy.

Ha, I realize now Anise, you're all grown up right? Yet it feels odd, talking to you as if you aren't a child anymore doesn't sit right with me.

When Da- Sorry, when I opened up the technology firm after the first year, you had just turned one. Trayton manor was under construction at the time. Those were the happiest days of my entire life. Then, there cane a day wherein, well, that is...

You, Mommy and... and I... were...

We...

We just went for a walk. When they came. They say they stop crimes but all they do is try to hurt others, they do it for money, some sort of sick amusement, these... Meta-Force! These worthless shit ridden-

"Another voice is heard, talking Edward down, before a few moments of silence."

They were just meant to stop a mugging, yet they damn near brought the building down on the street around us. I'm supposed to be fast. Im supposed to be good at this sort of thing. You and your mother were screaming, the rubble fell all around us as we walked by... it was all just dumb luck and bad timing damn it!

"He stops talking... and silence once again ensues."

I'm so sorry Anise.

I jumped forward to grab you, to pull you out of harms way... but when I reached for your mother's arm as well...

I missed.

I missed and she...

"The recording is quiet for a few long moments, no sound is heard apart from a muffled noise. It almost sounds like someone is crying."

Daddy... became a super hero again after that day. He took you to stay at the home with your caretakers and only visited you on weekends with Aunty Quantum, to keep you safe. Trayton Industries developed slowly over the next four years into what it is today. I still own the restaurants, ha... but I let others run them mostly.

The rest you probably know by now. Daddy helped to found the entire Resistance with Aunty Quantum and his old friend Binary's assistant. They agreed to help you get better, now that you're so sick... and I agreed to help them stop the Meta-Force.

I promise you baby girl. They'll pay for what they did to your mother. Daddy is gonna make this city safe again. He's gonna take down the bad guys... and you're gonna get to live a normal life. I promise you.

...

I have a lead that the people who hurt Mommy are hiding out somewhere nearby. I've been training a lot since then, so no doubt I'll be fine... but then again I guess you know the outcome of this mission better than I do. Especially since I've told you about it already in past years logs.

But it felt prudent to re-iterate, considering this is the year I tell you what happened, from my perspective.

You're all grown up now huh?

Happy 18th birthday Sweetheart. I love you, always have and always will. I hope life is everything you deserve it to be... and I hope I'm still there to share it with you.

No matter what. I want you to know that wherever I am, I'm proud of you.

...

Did you stop it Quantum? Good, let's get started on next ye-"

Recording End

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Blood splattered across the floor of the cobbled plaza where he stood. His sword had been swift, merciful... the grunts didn't need to suffer. Sometimes they were hired hands desperate for money, sometimes they were hypnotized innocents, other times still they weren't even people... and any suffering he could inflict was both unnecessary and sometimes redundant as his foe could not feel at all. This time however it was a simple man, bewitched by a demonic force, wearing traditional garb and brandishing a blade that he had thought would defend him.

But the Renegade's sword was special.

As the constantly vibrating, super heated blade struck full force against his opponents parry, Ren had watched the edge cut through his opponents edge like it was butter, before proceeding to carve its wielder in half in a similar manner.

The sun was rising.

It was odd that the blade had drawn, let alone splattered blood. Usually the liquid evaporated upon touching the high frequency sword, perhaps it was faulty? Regardless, so long as it provided its main focus for this early morning, then he was satisfied.

Several other men began to emerge from the shaded cover of the nearby cherry blossom trees. Their eyes were glazed over with a strange dark energy. It was as if they saw not the world around them, but that a puppet master manipulated a sleeping body into sight and movement with expert precision. He had asked them where their master was hiding, but no answer was given. He moved through the old and abandoned complex in response, cutting down innocent man after innocent man in search of his target. An outlying member of the meta force, a sort of mercenary hired on a contract with the payment of powerful foes.

A ninja native to this land, possessed by a demon he could not control... he had been the one. The one whom had killed Natalie.

They rushed as one, fueled as multiple bodies but a single mind. Blades flew towards him in unison and he jumped forward with an extended boot, colliding with the nearest swordsman upon the temple he kicked off, while spinning air he tossed the blade in his hand, easily impaling another man and pinning his head to the ground. In a single fluid movement he pulled off the maneuver and reached into the folds of his jacket, leaping over the head of the attacker whom approached from behind and drawing two silenced pistols just in time to land.

The very gentle and subtle sound of metal gliding through a narrow tube echoed across the warm air of the Japanese sun rise... and Ren could hear the thick blood of six dying men spread across the floor. "Never bring a sword to a gun fight." He muttered casually as he holstered his weapons and drew his blade from its newfound meaty holster. He knew the man he sought was standing in the next room. Leaning against an old sword rack. 6'2, half plate shinobi style armor... sound reverberation implied a smaller frame inside, yet still athletic. Strange metal casing on the plate of the suit, most likely an alloy not of this Earth, the dull absorption of leather also returned as the sound of his footsteps bounced around his vicinity.

"You're 'Shatter' then?" Renegade didn't have much time for pleasantries. He only sought confirmation for what he was about to do.

"Why yes, I am whom you say. It seems you've dealt with-"

Ren was already dashing forward. His blades burning tip was half held in the ground below... but the stone floor put up no resistance to his advance. As if the sword passed through open air. Shatter seemed to see this coming and as such, jumped to one side as Renegade obliterated the wooden rack before him. Shatter dashed forward at the opening and made a slashing motion with a sword of his own, smaller, less range... a shoto katana. An expected maneuver. Renegade spun out of the way just in time and kicked out with his boot, throwing the attack off and sending his opponent staggering back just in time for Ren to rush forward once more.

A flurry of back and forth continued and Renegade quickly learned that this opponent was no ordinary combatant. He seemed to change combat forms every other attack, his blade was able to vary in length through mechanisms he hadn't seen or heard previously... and for everygrazing blow he landed, Ren received one of similar margin or worse. Back and forth, back and forth, the rising sun cast rays of light into the chamber that reflected on the twinkling metal cleaves that darted throughout an empty pagoda.

"You aren't dead yet! Haha! What a surprise!" The ninja disappeared in a puff of demonic smoke, appearing behind Renegade for another strike that was barely parried in time. "You really must want me dead! Such ferocity! Such intensity! I'm at a disadvantage to not know the title bestowed upon my first worthy opponent in decades!" Ren grunted with anger and frustration at the nonchalant and carefree attitude his opponent displayed. "The only name you need to know..." He snarled. "Is Renegade!" With a faux strike with his blade, he drove his fist hard into his opponents gut, flicking his wrist a high power ballistic round was launched from an arm mounted canon, tossing his opponent across the room and bashing him into a wall, leaving him to fall into a shadow cast against the morning sunshine.

They had been fighting for at least three hours. Ren had already had to use an adrenaline shot to keep going under such strenuous conditions.

His opponent also seemed rather spent, as he lay on his back and laughed... while nursing bruise wounds now emblazoned on his chest. "Renegade... it's a name I will remember well. Your accent gives you away, city boy... and I don't want this to be our last encounter so..." Renegade gripped his sword hilt and dashed forward in a wild frenzy as he noticed what was happening, Shatter had bee stalling time with his words as he sunk slowly into the shadows he lay in.

"Follow me home then... I'll be practicing so I'd suggest you sharpen up as well... it's been too long since I've met someone like you."

Renegade's sword buried a foot deep into the now empty floor of the old wooden pagoda. He heard nothing of Shatter, as pure silence washed over him. Overflowing with rage he struck his sword out wildly, raging and roaring, cutting through walls and beams until fire caught from the heated blades edge. The old and dusty building didn't wait long before bursting into a roaring fire. Sheathing his blade... Renegade walked out the front door leaving a collapsing inferno of destruction in his wake.

He knew who to blame now. He had a face... he had a voice... he had an identity he could link to his fury over Natalie's demise. This Shatter, this being of such apparently great skill and alternating form. He would kill him, Renegade would slaughter him dead.

And then maybe... Edward could finally be happy with Anise.

It was time to go home. Hyperion and the Resistance were waiting.

"This World... It was never meant for people like you and me.​

 

[Sonata]

Name: Samuel Lehry (Deuseas) & Marlena Lehry (Erosia)
Age: 39 and 17
Appearance and attire:

Sam
A man of 39, blue eyes and silver hair to match his daughters. Unlike his skin, his attire has yet to change in the past few years. On a normal day he wears a bulletproof vest, black slacks, a black suit jacket and a baby blue dress shirt beneath with a solid black tie. When he's off doing justice and whatnot he wears a thin sheet of metal phantom of the opera style atop it all.

Marlena​

A young girl of 17, blue eyes with silver hair to match her fathers. Engorged breasts too large for her frame and arms slightly longer than the norm for a girl her age. She stands 5' 7" with dark olive, almost black skin completely clear of any imperfections. Usually wears either black leather jeans or high waisted shorts with a tube top or tank top ripped up the sides and a milky white doll face mask. Her eye color fluctuates depending on her mood or events going on around her, sometimes appearing to be a shade of crimson or a deep purple rather than the normal blue.



Personality:

Sam : Though somewhat lazy, if there's a chance to be in the spotlight he's there - especially if there's a pretty lady involved. He hates messing up and will do just about anything to see himself succeed, regardless of repercussions so long as it doesn't bring harm to more people than he's already trying to save. He loves getting to know new people and ends up sometimes getting in the way of other heroes and comes off as being somewhat annoying at times. In the years that have passed his personality has only had a slight change, coming in the form of his desire to protect his daughter and pursue his wife. If Marlena is in harms way, he will go out of his way to protect her. And if a clue or lead appears in regards to his wife, he's likely to drop everything and follow it.


Marlena : A scared little girl. The mind of a 6 year old in the body of an adult. She's picked up various skills from their travels, listening in on and viewing the outside world through various openings in the realm of darkness within which she's spent the majority of her life. Subject to nightmares of transforming fully into a demon, she had an innate fear of her own powers. She hates both of her parents. Her father for dragging her along in the search of the woman who abandoned them, and her mother for abandoning them. She's easily distracted by new and unknown things and has a strong desire to learn whatever she can since she's had no formal education.

Powers/abilities/weapons/etc:

Sam
- Dimensional hop : Cursed by his demonic ex-wife, Samuel has the power to jump between the physical and shadow/darkness realm. Where there is darkness, there is both an entrance and exit for him.
- Creation : More like re-purposing rather than actual creation, he changes the form of things at an atomic level by adding or removing electrons and neutrons from surrounding objects. He can create just about anything so long as he actually knows how to make it and its made of metal, has successfully de/constructed the item before, how it works and etc. along with having enough uninterrupted concentration. His power only lets him create things up to about the size of a small car (about the size of a bug). He can only change things one way and is limited by what physically surrounds him, having yet to fully grasp the extent of his powers. Once he changes something, he won't ever be able to change that item again - meaning if he fails to create the item he wants then he's screwed and has to find more material and take the time to retry. Finally, a real combat use for pocket sand.
- Weapon encyclopedia : A general knowledge of how small firearms and more medieval weaponry such as spears, swords, shields etc are made and how they function to the point of being able to recreate them.
- Military training : General Army level physical conditioning, enhanced reflexes and aiming abilities.


Marlena
- Dimensional hop : Being part demon, Marlena has the power to jump between the physical and shadow/darkness realm. Where there is darkness, there is both an entrance and exit for her.
- Corrupted healing : Corrupted healing is an ability that heals the body of a person or persons by replacing damaged parts of the body with demonic energy - she is able to heal them without replacing their body up to a certain point, but once she hits that limit if she pushes herself further the replacement begins. Once 50% of their bodies are replaced by the demonic energy they'll be transformed mentally and slightly physically. Physical transformations include gaining wings and small horns similar to Erosia's. Mental changes include having an intense desire to be with Marlena, going so far as to even overrule innate survival instincts and fling the afflicted into harm's way just to protect Marlena.
- Telekinesis : The ability to lift, throw, move or stop 3 or 4 objects of up to 200 pounds each with the mind. Focusing on a single target, she could lift up to 1000 pounds with her mind.
- Temptress : A naturally skilled dancer, speaker and masseuse are all abilities that she received from her mother. Along with having a desirable body, she is fluent in English, French and Russian.

Origin Story:

Sam: Samuel is 39 years old, he's been between jobs for nearly 14 years. He only just discovered his powers a handful of years ago, but his attitude has yet to truly change from believing himself to be the baddest dude around - though he does regret some of his decisions. He first found that he had the power to create and the power to move things with his mind when he was working at his last job - a security guard in the financial district. He had been minding his own business, nearly at the end of his shift when a group of regular joe shmos waltzed in and shot the place up.

The robbers shot him in the chest and then took his gun from him, which is when he found that he could create things. He crawled up against the wall and winced in pain, wishing that he could do something but knowing he couldn't without his gun. He sat there in a daze for a few moments while the robbers cased the bank before he heard the sound of crunching metal and realized there was now a gun in his hand. He leveled the sights lazily on one of the bandits and managed to get off the kill shot on him. His colleagues got spooked, grabbed their friend and fled the scene.

On his way to the hospital Samuel had a nightmare which triggered something else inside of him, giving him the power of telekinesis. The ambulance he was in lifted off the ground and flew halfway across the city before landing in the bay area and killing the two medics inside. Once Samuel came to he realized what had happened and fled the scene, going to a back alley "hospital" to get medical attention. Following the events he went back to work, spending his free time honing his skills while also acting the part of a superhero when he was called upon.

Once that superhero group disbanded, Samuel moved away from the city. After having read his fair share of comics, he thought that the best thing for him to do at the time was to go off and train on his own in the wilderness. During his training, he stumbled upon a rather small backwoods village. After spending a few nights at the location, Sam realized that something wasn't quite right. The village was being controlled by a cult that would sacrifice young girls in the town to a demon that they believed lived in the shadows in hopes of saving themselves.

The cult leader was able to create things in a fashion similar to Deuseas was but was limited to only creating primitive weaponry, and after Deuseas had dispatched all of the other cult members the leader submitted and asked for Deuseas' name, to which he replied that he had none. So the leader named him after his first daughter who was taken by the shadow demon when he refused to put up an offering.

Some time went on, the cult leader Zackiel vowed to repent for his sins and stood arm in arm with Sam and created a new force to uphold the peace in the town. But Sam still didn't feel as if he were really bound to keeping the peace and thought it might be more fun to cause chaos, except for the fact that a promise was made when he and Zackiel became protectors of the city that for as long as they uphold peace the people will bring them new knowledge whenever the townspeople could scrape it up. One day a woman named Lenea walked into town and immediately Sam felt a deep connection. Over the course of two years they conceived and raised a child together named Marlena who was named after Zackiel's firstborn daughter. One day Lenea mysteriously disappeared in the middle of town, simply dropping into a shadowy abyss. The darkness lay open in front of Sam, and so the man followed his love into the void along with Zackiel. Once they arrived Lenea transformed into the shadow demon that Zackiel had originally created the cult to appease.

The demon cursed her own daughter and Sam for his transgressions against her saying that once their daughter has finished her demonification she will come back to take her as Sam's offering. Samuel was branded with a symbol representing the demon, and was granted the power to travel into this realm of darkness. A gutteral roar resonated through the world around the demon and the two men as the darkness enveloped the woman. With a final whisper she spoke of a champion which roamed these shadows. While Deuseas would have the ability now to travel through this world, he would live forever in fear of the monster which now chased him through it.

Marlena: Marlena grew up in the darkness after her mother left. Her father searched through the emptiness for what seemed like months for the woman who had abandoned them. Marlena's hate grows for her father as the days pass and her powers grow. Having stolen from her father the power of telekinesis during her birth and being cursed by her mother with a slew of other abilities, she awaits the day she may finally run away.


Any other notes about your character:

Sam : Samuel is cursed very much like his daughter. The two share a bond in the shadows, allowing both to traverse into the world of darkness at their leisure. The woman who cursed and left him still lives somewhere within this dark world, but there's also something else there - something darker and much more malicious simply waiting to pounce on one or the other.

Marlena : Daughter of Deuseas. When she and her father chased down her mother into the shadow world her mother spoke to her telepathically. "My daughter, I provide you with power; a small portion of what I can do will be bestowed unto you. One day you will grow up and may even be as powerful as I am. But I curse you, not because I harbor hateful intentions towards you, but because of your father. So I curse you, when you try to help others you will only cause destruction and pain. But know this, I do love you and one day I will take you back into this world with me. I may be a demon, but your father is a true monster and one day he will turn on you as he did me, so be cautious and be strong." Since then she has grown into her powers staying cautious of her father but growing up to hate her mother for abandoning and cursing her because she desires to help and to heal, but because of her mother she is forced only to bring despair through her powers.

Darkness world: Time in the darkness world moves at a variable speed. While entering and exiting instantly will cause time to move parallel to the outside world, extended stays inside can pass at any unknown pace dependent entirely upon chance and the person affected. While only a couple of years passed in the outside world, over a dozen passed inside for Marlena and a handful for Deuseas. The extended stay in the darkness is also the reason for the change in color of father and daughter's skin.

Roleplay Sample: https://www.pokecommunity.com/showpost.php?p=8861611#post8861611

 

[Nathan]

doof curse you for posting this when i can't join ;-;
i shall admire from afar

 

[Groc]

Y'all know I'm joining this! But what kind of character should I play? Hmmm...

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[HTS123.0]

I'd totally be interested in this! I'll be working on my sign up within the next few days!

 

[Etherion]

YAAAS! :) Joining.
Will replace this post with my SU~
WIP SU! I'll remove the spoilers when its ready~
I'm done! :D

Renier "Reid" Cullen

Kingside

BIOGRAPHY

Name: Renier "Reid" Cullen aka "Kingside"
Age: 19

Appearance and Attire: As Reid, he is seen wearing a white long sleeved polo with a black vest draped over it as his school uniform, his jet black hair a mess, coming down like a bowl. He stands in a tall, slim physique and has grey eyes covered by a pair of thin glasses. As The Kingside, he is seen ditching the black vest, stripping down only to his polo but rather than long-sleeved, he folds it to his elbow. He sports black, skinny jeans as his bottom and his hair becomes spiky and well groomed, and his iconic glasses remain.

Personality: Humble, quiet, obedient and stoic – that's Reid for you. Rather timid, and oftentimes keeps to himself, he is described as being socially awkward and shy. At school, he lets other people walk all over him, evidently having lack of drive, ambition, and even opinions. But inside, he is benevolent and relaxed in nature, due to rarely being confrontational with his peers. He comes across as as cool, calm and collected. Perhaps his most prominent feature is his intelligence, he's a bibliophile and often times wander around with his head in a book.

Powers/Abilities and Limitations:

Telekinesis

Reid can keep and object/being from moving, he can grasp an object firmly/out of place, and pull objects towards him or to push objects away from him. His limitations include: his psychic strength is proportional to his capacity, meaning an opponent with physical strength stronger than his mental strength may break free, or even be immune to the ability altogether and he is unable to move object that he cannot see.
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Levitation

Reid can cause objects (humans included) to hover or float in the air unassisted. His limitations include: subjects may float uncontrollably; it would be difficult to stabilize at times, may be difficult to maneuver and may only be able to stay up for a short time. The heavier the object, the harder for Reid to control (ex. A boulder is much harder to levitate than a pebble). Although, he could fully control this power only when levitating himself.​

Psionic Manipulation

Reid can enhance his physical speed and strength with his mind, using mental energy to add to their agility and power. He could also reverse this power, to limit his target's speed and strength the same way. His limitations include: his additional speed and strength relies on the state of his mental state and focus, and he roughly masters this ability.​

Teleportation

Reid can move instantaneously from one location to another without physically occupying the space in between he can also transfer matter. His limitations include: He is only capable of teleporting short distances, from one side of a room to another, or a few blocks away. And he can only teleport objects that he can see and/or feel.​

Origin: Reid's childhood wasn't the best. He was young when his parents got divorced which lead to him living with his father alone in Suburbia. They have a hard life, his father didn't have a stable job, often becoming unemployed from time to time. Reid went to get his primary and secondary education in a run-of-the-mill community school - and his life went downhill from there.

He was harassed, bullied and had his self-confidence destroyed by boorish individuals on multiple occasions. Such events led him to lock himself up in his room, even question his existence. He became depressed and antisocial, eventually, he got a letter that he almost got dropped out of school. He became sleep and food deprived. The only company he would have were his books, a whole ton of them. He enjoyed reading, and rereading them because for once, he can escape this terrible world called "Life" and visit another place in a form of the pages, and the stories the book told.

After a few words of encouragement from his father, he took a chance at going to school again. But this resulted in further bullying from his classmates. It was then when he heard about a scholarship program offered by Hyperia University, he jumped at the opportunity, knowing at this was his ticket out of this dump. He mustered up some courage, passed the admission test, passed the interviews, and received an all expense paid scholarship from the school. It took a while to get used to the city, but he adjusted well enough. All seemed great, until one day - it began.

First it was a string of light headaches, then it became an intense migraine. And the next thing he knew, everything became black. He woke up in a white light, the pounding ache eased but was still evident. The first thing he noticed was a thin matter in between his eyes. Glasses. The next thing was his father, when he asked what happened, his father responded that he just needed glasses because of his poor vision. He stared at a reflection of himself at a nearby flower vase. And then - the headache occurred again. Struggling from the pain, he got an urge to aim his hand on the vase, and to his surprise, it began to float. Both Reid and his father gasped, as the flower vase continued to hover in the air. Little did he know that, in that moment, was a birth of a new individual - Kingside.

Present: Currently, Reid is still at Hyperia University, chess club resident, an A+ student and still a total nerd. With his rough past behind him, he is striving to fully master his powers, knowing that one day he could use them for good - and to quickly get coffee in a local bakery.


Notes:

• As his mannerism, when he is reading a book alone, he can be seen fidgeting with various chess pieces, levitating them into the air.
• He is always carrying around a book with him, a good read makes him relax.
• He loves listening to soft pop music, often times having earphones stuck in his ear.
• He is the worst conversation starter, and he sometimes stumble over his words when speaking to people.
• He is currently living in a cheap studio flat in the city, with his father, who got a permanent job as a construction engineer.
• He likes coffee.

Roleplay Sample:

Spoiler:

The early morning air was chill, it wafted through the streets of Downtown as Reid began to walk north of his apparent. Half awake and donning a black scarf, he yawned as he continued his trot. At this hour, many people were still awake but he knew that he needed to get a head start so he decided to go buy a cup of coffee from a local cafe just a few blocks away. Without one, his morning would be incomplete. School was still a few hours away so he wouldn't mind spending sometime in the ambiance of the cafe to do some reading and a assignments.

He stopped walking and looked around - it was just him and a lone car speeding through, it drove into the corner and disappeared. He double checked that he was alone, and he was. And then - he clicked his fingers.

Almost in an instance, he was in the cafe's facade. He stood at the large window, surveying and making sure that he was at the right place. Above the door was a welcome sign along with the shop's name. He entered and noticed the place was deserted, well, except him and the owner, who seemed busy doing some preparations for the morning rush to notice him appearing suddenly in his window. "Good morning," he said.

The delicate smell of the pasty and the earthy aroma of coffee filled the air. He took a quick whiff - perfect. "Good morning Reid, your early today huh?" the shop manager asked as Reid sat down at the nearest table. "Yeah, I thought it would be great to have a change in environment you know?" after putting his books on the table he stood up to order. "I'll take the cheese cake," he pointed at the cake. "And a creamy latte please."

"The usual? OK, coming right up."

He read and ate, and drank his coffee. He enjoyed doing this every morning, it felt relaxing and it definitely helped him ease up and focus - good for him and his powers. "I'll be going now, thank you." he stood up after finishing his cake. He grabbed his books as the shop owner said his farewells. Reid exited the cafe and noticed that there were a few people up and awake, and getting ready for another day in Hyperia. He looked for a perfect place, where there was no people around and then - he clicked his fingers.

And almost in an instance, he was back in his apartment.

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[gimmepie]

Giron will definitely be reappearing. I'll have my SU up today.

 

[Groc]

Star Gazer is back!

Spoiler:

Name: Stella Skye a.k.a. Star Gazer

Age: 24

Appearance:

Spoiler:

At 5' 2", Stella is shorter than average and a bit bulkier, a result of her upbringing. Her hair used to be blonde, but has turned royal blue since gaining her abilities, which also turned her formerly green eyes cobalt blue.

Attire: Stella prefers to dress casually, if not inconspicuously. Her usual attire consists of simple jeans and running shoes, plain shirts, and a purple hoodie. She tends to remove the hoodie around friends, where she's more comfortable. She wears black rimmed glasses in her civilian guise, but not as Star Gazer.

Star Gazer's outfit is a black leotard worn under a suit of armor. The armor includes breastplate, pauldrons, bracers, greaves, boots, and a helmet. Her joints are unarmored for mobility, and the breastplate features a purple shield-shaped gem adorned with a blue and silver star. The armor itself is made of an extraterrestrial metal, as strong as steel but much lighter.

Personality: Overall, Stella is an upbeat and curious person, but not hyperactive. She has a hard time restraining herself when there is something that could be interesting going on, and will rush to investigate and help out. She doesn't bottle up her emotions, and speaks her mind basically as soon as a thought enters it. Despite her lack of social skills, she is friendly and eager to please, but often overreacts to many situations. Easily frustrated, she tends to snap or lash out at others when in a bad mood, but will apologize later and try to make amends. She enjoys getting to show off, and will often pat herself on the back if she positively contributes, while she will work hard to redeem herself if she screws up.

Powers & abilities: Star Gazer can channel "Stellar Energy", drawing power from space itself to create various effects. Channeling Stellar Energy drains her both physically and mentally, leaving her tired if she expends too much. Caffeine and energy drinks can give her a momentary boost, but proper rest is the only real way to recover.

☆Hard Light☆

Spoiler:

By focusing her Stellar Energy, Star Gazer can conjure and shape starlight into a solid construct. This requires at least one hand to be free, as a conduit for the energy. Simple constructs such as walls, ropes, or hammers require only a small amount of energy; while complex creations such as guns, vehicles, or anything with moving parts require precise knowledge of how such devices work, and are beyond Star Gazer's skill. Constructs persist for as long as she focuses on them, and while she can imbue them with energy to make them self-sustaining, they fall apart after thirty minutes.

*Her most common use of Hard Light is the Stellar Shield, a semitransparent blue field filled with twinkling lights. It most commonly takes the shape of a five-pointed star, roughly the size of Star Gazer's torso. The shield reflects physical objects, blocks incoming energies, and can be used as a bludgeoning weapon in a pinch. The shield can be summoned with the speed of reflex, but maintaining it takes a mental toll, with larger shields draining more energy.

☆Star Strike☆

Spoiler:

The Star Strike is a bolt of Stellar Energy the size of Star Gazer's fist. The bolt bursts upon impact, striking with the strength of a strong punch. Star can create up to three bolts at a time, and all are fully controlled by her mind. They can be thrown straight, or magically guided to curve around obstructions, such as walls or friends. Of course, if she can't see her target, the bolts are flying blind.

☆Cosmic Regeneration☆

Spoiler:

Star Gazer's cells make exact replicas, giving her an amazing healing factor. Not super fast healing, but given enough time, she will fully recover from virtually any injury. However, by laying her hands on a living creature, she can temporarily supercharge their own healing ability, allowing her to heal their injuries at the expense of her own energy.

☆Flight☆

Spoiler:

Star Gazer can fly by channeling Stellar Energy. She can still use her other powers, but they are more costly while airborne. Her flight speed is comparable to her walking speed, but she can fly faster by using more energy. As her flight is controlled by her mind, she has perfect maneuverability.

Origin Story (history): Stella has no memory of her parents, as she was adopted when she was still an infant. Her adoptive father was a fisherman in Liberty Bay, and he taught her the trade. She decided she didn't care who her birth parents were, as her adoptive father was more than good enough. When she was young, she found it silly to be with other children, and much preferred to read books or go on enthusiastic walks that took her to all parts of the city.

During her teenage years, Stella found herself more open to people, and had a real desire to help them. She found herself pondering her future one night while on a walk through Bayside, when she noticed a blue light in the sky, rapidly growing larger. She was mesmerized by the light, until she realized it was an object that was rapidly approaching. She tried to take cover inside a nearby warehouse, but the object crashed through the roof and collapsed the building on top of her. Despite her injuries, she crawled forward to investigate, finding a wrecked metallic vessel containing an alien creature. The alien was some form of starfish-like creature, injured during the crash. Taking pity on Stella (and feeling guilty for running her over in the first place), it used the last of its energy to merge its body with hers, healing her injuries and conferring powers to her.

The merger ended the starfish alien's life, its mind fading into Stella's subconscious as her body mutated. This gave her a basic understanding of her new powers, and she gathered the remains of the vessel to fashion into a suit of armor (with the help of a blacksmith friend). She began using her powers for good, eventually joining Binary's team of New Champions, up until the group's dissolution. In the following years, Star Gazer has traveled the country, doing good where she could and refining her powers through practice and meditation. But now, rumors have reached her about the Resistance. Leaping at the chance to take back her city, Star ended her self-imposed exile and made her triumphant return to Hyperia.

Any other notes about your character: Due to her healing factor, the changes to her appearance caused by merging with the alien are permanent. Attempts to dye her hair are only temporary, and it will completely revert to blue within 12 hours. Tattoos and scars fade within a similar time frame, and piercings heal themselves as soon as they are removed. As such, she has no secret identity.

Roleplay Sample: https://www.pokecommunity.com/posts/8762496
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[gimmepie]

Giron
AKA Basil DeLeon | Aged 30 | Male | Reptilia

Appearance and Attire: Giron's true form is that of a humanoid lizard creature. On two legs he stands at a height of nearing seven feet tall and he weighs around 85Kg. Giron's skin is a pale moss-green colour however much of his body is covered in hard scales that are a deep forest-green colour. Like most members of his species, Giron has long and powerful limbs and hands and feet that end in sharp, hooked claws and although not visible to the naked eye his palms and the soles of his feet are covered in tiny hooks much like on the feet of a gecko. Giron's lizard-like features also include long and muscular tail, deep crimson eyes, small but sharp teeth and a series of spines along his neck. In his true form Giron does not wear any semblance of clothing.

Due to his power, Giron actually has a few different secret identities although the ones he uses most often are all known by the name of "Basil". The favourite of these identities is a young man in college majoring in history and minoring in politics. "Basil" appears to be around the age of nineteen or twenty and stands at a moderately tall height of six feet. He appears to be of a mix of Caucasian and Hispanic descent and has simple and unassuming brown eyes and short but messy black hair. He is slim and somewhat toned but far from ripped.

As Basil, Giron typically wears a pair of black or blue denim jeans, a white button-up shirt and a blue, black or grey zip-up hoodie. He wears a simple bracelet around his left wrist that displays a lizard made of emeralds.

Personality: Despite being an alien, Giron has a personality that is very human in a sense. Giron is moderately intelligent and has an extremely curious mind. He is the kind of person who loves to sit down watching documentaries on National Geographic or the History Channel or who gets lost on the internet reading about random trivia. Despite this though, Giron can be quite scatterbrained. He can remember a lot of facts, but he can never remember what dates assignments are due or where he has left half of his possessions.

Giron is a friendly and compassionate person which has lead to him having a fairly wide social circle as Basil, although he doesn't have many close friends he enjoys peoples company and likes to talk and listen. Giron also likes to have a laugh and enjoys humour, although on occasion he misses jokes taking things too literally. In general he is the kind of person that others like to be around (despite actually being a big lizard) and is a very kind and dependable individual even if he can be a little oblivious.

Despite his sharp teeth, Giron (like all of his species) is actually a herbivore which has given him the chance to see animals from a different perspective. Because of this he has developed a love of animals, especially those he sees on Earth.

Powers/abilities/weapons/etc:

• Enhanced Physical Capabilities – In his natural form Giron is much stronger, faster and more agile than a human being. He is able to outrun Olympic sprinters quite easily on both two legs or on all fours, is an adept climber capable of easily scaling some of the sheerest surfaces and can leap a very long distance. He is also significantly stronger than humans possessing strength comparable to large and dangerous animals and is an efficient swimmer. However "enhanced" is not necessarily the best word for these abilities as they are merely the natural capabilities of Giron's species and amongst his people he is probably quite average for his age and gender.
  
• Natural Weapons: As mentioned earlier, in his natural form Giron possesses sharp claws and teeth and a powerful tail and all of these things can be used as weapons.
  
• Shapeshifting: Another ability of Giron's species is that they are capable of shifting their biological structure to resemble other creatures or items. This allows for a lot of versatility and adaptability and also the ability to easily conceal ones self. However this ability is also limited in that in another form Giron will also lose the abilities of his own natural state having those capabilities be replaced by those of the body he is using.
  
• Sight/Smell/Taste: Giron's species also have senses of sight, smell and taste that are much sharper and clearer than those of a human. However the hearing of the species is about the same and their sense of touch is somewhat duller.

Origin Story (history): Giron doesn't really have much of an origin story, he actually lived quite the ordinary life before joining the New Champions. Giron is a member of an alien species that's name is unpronounceable to humans but translates roughly to "Reptilia". He grew up with his two siblings and parents in a treetop dwelling in one of the many nature-integrated swamp cities on his home planet.

The Reptilia are an interesting species, immersed in nature but also many years ahead of humans in their transport technology. Possessing space ships that can travel between the layers of space and time with some degree of accuracy to travel great distances in small amounts of time. This technology in combination with the species' shape-shifting abilities gave rise to a lucrative travel industry in which Reptilia could rent a ship and travel to far off planets to experience life amongst other species.

It was such a trip that resulted in Giron ending up on Earth. He had heard about the recently discovered planet and had instantly fallen in love with the blue planet. Desperately wanting to visit Earth, Giron saved his money for several years before he was finally able to rent a ship and make the journey.

Unfortunately, Giron ran into a problem. As he approached the planet, Giron failed to notice a comet, the satelite's gravitational pull interfered with his trajectory and resulted in his ship crashing on a Canadian mountain range. This error resulted in Giron's travel visa/passport being revoked and as other Reptilia rarely visit a planet as far away as Earth (because it is so expensive), let alone in the same area as Giron, he has been stuck on the planet ever since with no way to contact his home planet, let alone obtain another passport/visa thing.

A year into his unwilling exile, Giron had settled in to a new life on Earth. Using his abilities he created secret identities and managed to get a place at Hyperia University where he studied History and Politics. It was whilst he was pretending to be a human student that he was contacted by Binary and later inducted into the New Champions alongside several other young superhero hopefuls.

With Binary disappearing, the Champions being forced to disband and an evil dictator essentially running the city, Giron eventually went on the run. Using his natural ability to take on the form of essentially anything, Giron proved mostly impossible to catch but he also found himself unable to get in contact with the Resistance. Unable to join the fight properly, he got a job at city hall using his secret identity. He has been sabotaging Animatus from within but ideally would like to rejoin his hero compatriots in the Resistance.

Any other notes about your character: WOOOLLVVERRIIINNEESS

Roleplay Sample: Giron meets Quantum in the original Titans​

 

[HTS123.0]

Here''s this. I'll be working on it for a few days, but it should be done soon. Maybe tomorrow. We'll see. Gary may or may not be heavily influenced by Spider-Man.

Name: "Just call me Venom!...Or Gary. I guess Gary's fine."
Gary Genes, or more commonly known as, "Ant Venom"


Age: "I'm an adult! Kind of!"
18

Appearance: "Hot, right? Eheh...Eheh...Heheh...I know."

Spoiler:

Gary's your average teenager, as seen above. He's not particularly tall, as he stands at about 5'8". Short jokes are acceptable.

Attire: "Comfort over class, am I right?"
Gary generally wears long sleeves and pants. Whatever they may be, be they flannel shirts or black t-shirts. He'll wear t-shirts, so long long as he has a hoodie or button-up shirt to cover his arms. The reason that he always tries to hide his sleeves is because he always wears the Ant Suit, aside from the mask and gloves, under his normal apparel. His suit is matte black, with a white emblem of an ant on the chest. It's a one piece suit that is rather difficult to take off due to the layers of clothes that he always wears. The helmet of the suit is a simple black mask with goggles in the eyes that are electronically enhanced to provide enhanced vision. The goggles themselves have lines across them that look like compounded eyes, but really function as micro-wiring. Antennas appear from the top, allowing him to hear anything he should choose. His gloves are simple leather gloves that are imbued with the ability to magnetically attach to walls and such.

Spoiler:

The Ant Emblem

Personality: "Well, I'm what you call, 'The Dorky Superhero.'"
Gary, fresh out of high school, is a teenager with everything to prove. He's actually very friendly, and generally optimistic. He often likes to discuss various topics with his peers about things that one would either consider of the utmost importance, or the least importance, with little, to no, in between, as he is very sporadic with his paying attention. It is not uncommon to hear him attempting to converse with opponents in the midst of battle, much to their frustration. But he does this out of his genuine friendliness, as he views everyone as a potential friend, as long they can resolve their conflict, which includes combat. Gary also enjoys making quality puns, and one-liners are one of the most important parts of being a superhero. While a powerful superhero with a high IQ, Gary is very insecure, a side product of being a teenager, and awkward in every day life. He's not your average teenager, of course. He has special powers and abilities, but that makes him no different. He's still afraid to talk to girls in a romantic way, afraid of the dark, and likes to nerd out about things, and while he may seem a little to perfect, he also likes to blow things up and see cool things, as the normal teenager would.

Despite Gary's awkward self, he's very competent when put in a laboratory or combat. Not only does he has incredible strengths, but he is also incredibly intelligent. He has an IQ of 183, far above that of 95.5% of humanity. His specific area of expertise lies in the fields of science and physics. He is very adamant about his love of science, and enjoys discussing it with whoever is able to keep up with his highly intelligent ramblings. Gary often spends his time experimenting with various metals and practicing throwing various things at different angles to sate his curiosity of whether or not, it will indeed explode. Once the mask goes on, Gary goes away. All that's left is Ant-Venom. More commonly referred to as Venom, or Ant for those who view him as a lesser hero, he is a very confident person, even going so far as to taunt his opponents in combat if he's feeling himself.

Powers/abilities/weapons/etc: "My sick skills, yo!"

• Super Strength: Gary was granted incredible strength in the accident. He's able to lift ten times his own weight, just like an ant. At Gary's weight, about 115 lbs, he can lift 1150 lbs. If he attempts to go over this weight, however, he's sure to be crushed. The odd thing about this strength, however, is that Gary must shrink down to the size of an average Bulldog Ant to use this strength, a little over an inch and a half, leaving him vulnerable to odd things such as being stepped on, being attacked by animals, or anything of the sort.
• Enhanced Senses: Gary was granted enhanced vision and hearing in his accident. He can see clearly up to several hundred meters away, and has night vision. However, he must wear sunglasses so he does not blind himself in intense sunlight. His suit also has darkened goggles to dull his senses a bit. His hearing is very acute, to be point where he can hear ants crawling on the ground. He always has ear plugs and his suit has built in ear muffs, however, so he does not go into a sensory overload.
• Enhanced Jumping: The species of ant that mixed with Gary's genetics is known at the Bulldog Ant, or more specifically, the Jumping Jack Ant. As the name would suggest, Gary can jump large distances. However, he cannot survive large falls, and he cannot jump above ten feet vertically, and twenty feet horizontally. He can only jump a total of twenty feet combined. For example, if he jumps fifteen feet forward, he can only just five feet up. Gary must shrink down to use this ability, just like his strength.
• The Ant Suit: A suit of Gary's own invention. It's a simple two-layer suit made of thick cloth, almost like a flexible leather. Between the layers are the batteries of the suit. The suit has a finite source of energy, and can run out during combat, and it does not function as armor, but merely a tool to conceal his identity. On a side note, the Ant Suit contains built in air conditioning to keep Gary cool underneath his layers of clothing. In all actuality, the suit is just a mobile, air conditioned costume.
• Ant Pheremones: Gary's genetics are entwined with those of an ant, meaning that ants think he's...well, he's an ant. He can sense other ants, and sense what they're feeling and thinking as well. While this is useful for reconnaissance, he can be subdued to a queen ant's will, even if he is in his regular size, and if he isn't careful, he can be overloaded with thousands of ants' thoughts and senses, causing him to blackout.

Origin Story (history): "Well, long story short...don't pick fights with criminals."
Gary Genes had the average genius child's background. He seemed to stand out from the average child at a very young age. When some where just learning to walk, he was already reading. When others were beginning to read, he was doing basic algebra. Gary has always stood out among his peers, and quite frankly, it made him feel lonely. Sure, he had very supportive parents in a stable middle-class family, but he wanted the kids his own age to support and love him as well. He didn't have very many friends while he grew up. He would always be interested in subjects that were years ahead of his own age group's interest. The struggle of the young genius was very real. He hadn't really found a niche in society, until he reached the age of sixteen.

On his sixteenth birthday, Gary's family took him to the local science museum, one of his favorite places to visit. The Genes family was in the genetics section of the lab when the day took a turn for the worst. A sect of terrorists dedicated to stopping the general public learn of scientific things had taken the museum by storm. They killed several people before they came upon Gary's family. The leader of the terrorists, who seemed to have the head of an ant, approached them and pointed a gun to Gary's father's head. In a blind act of foolhardy bravery, Gary leaped forward and attempted to wrestle the gun from the leader's hands. The pair of combatants fell to the ground in a mad attempt to take the gun. After a series of unfortunate events, they ended up shooting a hole in the nearby glass panel overlooking a pool of gene-splicing material. Since they had contact, Gary's genes began to entwine with the terrorist's. Considering that the assailant was already half ant, Gary took a quarter of his mutation. He received enhanced physical capabilities, and a keen liking for sugary food.

Upon exiting the gene pool, Gary was surprised to find that the terrorist had drowned. The rest of his band, at the sight of their dead leader, fled in fear. Gary's parents were apparently okay, although concerned for their son. It took several days for him to realize his powers. It was terrifying at first, but he soon began to master them. He refused to let anyone he knew find out about his amazing capabilities, so he began to develop a costume so that he could train himself in secret. After a little while, he began to work with his abilities to the point where he could successfully fight crime. He began to bust petty criminals at first. He would move up in levels to more and more dangerous criminals, but nothing more than he could handle. Once he graduated from high school, he intended on going to the most prestigious scientific academy on the planet, one worthy of his intelligence, but his plans changed with rumors of the Resistance rising. He knew he had to sign up.

Any other notes about your character:

• Gary has particular interest in how things work, and will often ask about how anything works even at the worst times.
• He enjoys explosives
• While Gary has increased strength, jumping, and senses, he is still as fast as a normal human. His senses are better for reconnaissance, and his jumping is generally only useful for quick get-aways.
• As a result of becoming part ant, Gary has developed an interest in the inner workings of ant hills and ant biology. Expect him to make side trips.

Roleplay Sample:

Spoiler:

Ant-Venom groaned as he looked around the dark streets of Old Town. "Damn it...This isn't good."

As the camera panned out from his close-up It was revealed that he was hanging upside down, suspended from a lamp post, surrounded from a group of hoodlums with guns. "This'll teach you to mess around with our business, you damn spider." A rather large, bulky man with a submachine gun approached the dangling black figure. "You know, you've been a real pain in the boss man's side for a long time." He gave a rather toothless grin as he turned around, spreading his arms to the gathered thugs. "What do you say we give the big man some swiss cheese?" A loud cheer ensued.

"Uh, I hate to point this out, but ants aren't spiders...or arachnids." The superhero sputtered out from his mask. "You know, I bet that your boss wouldn't like to eat me. The human body doesn't really have that many nutrients that he could get from a normal, balanced diet." He held a finger up. "Might I suggest some nice oranges, steaks, and broccoli?" Hopefully the banter would work well enough.

A loud shout came from the disgruntled second-in-command. "SHUT YOUR F*CKING MOUTH! YOU HAVE BEEN TALKING NONSTOP SINCE WE CAPTURED YOU!" He spun around, a wild, angry look on his face. "DO YOU HAVE ANY F*CKING IDEA HOW LONG IT TOOK US TO TRAP YOU?" He held a gun to the head of the captured hero. "MONTHS! WE'VE BEEN TRAILING YOU FOR MONTHS!" He groaned and shook his head, spitting venom, practically. "Alright, boys, cut him down and take him in."

A few of the thugs took pot shots at the rope until one of the bullets clipped the rope, effectively cutting it. The figure, clad in black, tumbled to the ground with a loud thud. As the thugs closed in, he let out a laugh. "You really made a mistake." He disappeared into a mass of bodies...for just a moment. Suddenly, two thugs were launched across the room. "I'm a real mean, fighting machine!" A flurry of thugs flew across the room. "LET'S GO BABY!" An excited laugh escaped Ant-Venom's lips as he leaped from the crowd of gang members, landing on the lamp post's arch. Coincidentally, he was only an inch tall. "Nice try boys!" He stood up to his unimpressive height and gave a seemingly non-visible salute to the gathered thugs. "But you're gonna have to try harder next time! I'm out, fools!" On that note, he took off, leaping across the rooftops on his way towards Suburbia. Hopefully I'll get home before dinner. Mom will KILL me if she finds out I'm late!

 

[Desinishon]

Name: Rex Raze or known as "Thunder Demon"
Age: 18
Appearance:

Attire:Same as above.

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Personality:From young age, Rex was calm and insightful, showing noticeable maturity for his age and knowledge on how to deal with every situation. Despite claiming not to care about what other people think about him, he attempts to maintain a detached and "cool" image. Whenever confronted, Rex is casual and uncaring, attempting to draw out a conversation and make small talk, which often infuriates those he is talking to.

During fights Rex shows the other side of him which is deadly and bloodthirsty. He never became arrogant about his own abilities or accomplishments; to which, most views or statements he made were usually well-based, seeing the situation for what it was. He often taunts and belittles his opponents when fighting, sometimes attacking without warning to make his opponents angry. Rex has a strong desire to win his fights, but in what he views as a legitimate manner.

Power/Abilities:

• 
  Electrical Enhancement: Rex is able to enhance his physical and mental attributes using electricity to stimulate the nerves. By using this power, he would able to jump extraordinary distances due to the increase in strength, or react insanely faster due to the mental amplification.
  
  Electrical aura: Rex can release and surround himself in electricity for defensive and offensive purposes, possibly becoming almost untouchable and granting him various abilities attacks.
  
  Electrical Healing:Rex can heal himself or others by using electricity by absorbing the electrons and using them to stimulate molecules, renewing damaged cells. Electricity can also provide energy to reduce fatigue, allowing optimal health, as well as restarting the heart and repair any brain damage.
  
  Thunder Call:It's one of most powerful attack of Rex. He has the power to send Thunder from the sky that could be used to severely burn his opponents even to the point of death they can range, from minor to fatal voltage.
  
  Electro Flight: With use of this ability he can fly, glide and levitate through manipulation of electricity. He can fly at varying speeds, levitate, or propel himself without taking flight, including enhanced jumping by a short burst of flight.
  
  
  Bi product of Electricity:
  
  Electromagnetic Construct: He can turn electromagnetism into plasma ball and do a decent scale attack.

Origin story: He was born in an average family in a old town. He lived free of worries until he was about 10 years old, but at that point things changed.
It was a stormy night when he was struck by lightening. He fell unconscious for several hours. His clothes had been burned from several places. He regain his strength after 2 days. After that day electricity started attracting towards him. One day he unconsciously absorb electricity while playing a game in computer. He didn't said a word about this incidence to anyone but he started playing with his new powers.

After harsh training and turning 18 last week he is ready to take on the world by storm "by that he means thunder". With his skills and determination, there's nothing to stop him from reaching full potential. He could quickly become a force to be reckoned with. But anything could happen; he is currently looking for a group call resistance.

Roleplay sample:

Spoiler:

Rex was making his way to... something. Word had spread about a mysterious group resistance or something like that. No one was really sure what it was, but he wanted to find out. He lazily glided in the late afternoon sun. He needed a break from time to time. He landed in front of a coffee shop. Everyone was looking toward him like he was a freak. He went to a street without looking toward them. Suddenly he heard a scream. Walking toward source of sound he found two thugs and a lady who looked scared.

"You haven't paid up this week Lily," the taller of the two thug told the woman as his head got a little too close to the woman and stuck his tongue out to lick the side of her face.

"You wouldn't want anything to happen to your son?" the shorter of the two said. The woman was screaming and crying.

"Please I ccccan't afford it. I have nothing left to give," she cried out as hot wet tears began to form in her eyes. Both of the thugs grinned perversely at her.

"Oh I can think of something you can give us," the taller of the two told her as his hands went up to her dress and began yanking it down. Before the dress could be pulled all the way down however, the taller thug felt a sharp excruciating pain form in his chest and saw a pool of blood forming beneath him.

"What?" He choked out before a lightening covered hand appeared through his chest and he felt a hand around his neck. The last thing he saw were Rex's dark eyes before Rex snapped the man's neck.

"****ER!" The smaller thug shouted but was stopped immediately with Rex picking the man up by the throat and smashing his head against the stone building beside them.

"Bastards," Rex muttered as he walked toward lady.

 

[Shak]

You bastard >:T
A fortnight before exam week and you post new titans. It's like you want me to fail
I will not not sign up for this

 

[JukeboxTheGhoul]

Save me a space.

 

[Legend]

Name: Helen Harden/ Overdrive

Age: 28

Appearance: Helen does not look all that different from your everyday young woman with a generally pleasant demeanor complete with a wide eyed expression. Her height is nothing to gawk at, standing only a little higher that 5'5, and she never really bothers to weigh herself, being constantly on the move as it is. With a fairly slim yet athletic build, Helen comes off as someone with fantastic genetics, especially considering he choice of diet, often seen munching on some piece of junk food. Aside from this, Helen is fairly unremarkable, aside from her long platinum blonde hair that glistens into silver in certain light. Bright blue eyes peer through the strands of hair that brush across her face. She generally tries to keep the hair out of her gentle facial features by tying her long hair back in a ponytail, minimizing any distractions and/or frustrations that could result from a wandering piece of hair.

Attire: Helen does not dress to impress, unless she absolutely has to. In most casual settings, Helen prefers function or comfort over form or style. This includes usually wearing jeans and a t-shirt, usually with some graphic design or something along those lines to offer some character. The occasional ear or nose piercing will accompany the outfit if nothing more to display some originality. She is also fond of wearing hoodies or anything else of that kind, hardly investing in dresses aside from the infrequent formal gathering. However, as a professional, Helen does dress up. Working her way up from a struggling internship on at a local paper, Helen is an rookie journalist and subsequently wears business attire when required, investing in women's suits and some formal dresses to look presentable.

When she is out trying to save the day, Helen wears a spandex suit very similar to the one below, one that she may or may not have illegally acquired:

Personality: Helen is a difficult individual to adequately describe. Despite not having the best of childhoods and experienced more than her fair share of struggles when growing up, Helen is surprisingly optimistic, easy-going and fun-loving. She does not appear to take life, or anything really, seriously having adopted an attitude of going with the flow. Challenges to her are nothing to stress over, and for the most part Helen adapts well to most situations. It seems that by not caring about much that, she has learned how to keep things generally in order. Guided by a well meaning heart and some semblance of determination, Helen does her best to do the right thing, even if she has a poor way about going about it from time to time.

With this being said, Helen does not necessarily come off that way. In fact, that would underplaying much of her personality. Helen's optimistic nature has developed to the point of being naive, almost excessively so. She almost refuses to admit the bad side of anything, as if it reminds her of something she would rather forget. Additionally, she does not see her own faults or mistakes particularly well, making the phrase "I'm sorry" a novelty when she says it. She may be easy going, but it also means she hardly, as mentioned before, takes anything seriously. Pranks, jokes, cheeky one liners and snide remarks are all too common when interacting with the young woman. She enjoys demeaning others with the best intentions, having developed a perverse and immature sense of humor. While this could be mistaken for poor social skills, Helen is very outgoing, but just handles herself in an eccentric manner. Those who have known her for a long time have gotten used to Helen's unique means of interaction, but she can rub new friends the wrong way unintentionally. This seeps into her fun loving nature, more or less snowballing in Helen's fondness of partying, hanging out and simply enjoying life, having caused her to be somewhat irresponsible, unless the situation truly calls for her to stop messing around.

In summary, Helen is a young woman who is still coming into her own. While she means well, she performs poorly, and refuses to admit her faults unless something truly terrible happened. Despite being an effective adult, Helen is more a of child or a teenager who needs to grow up a lot more, but despite this displays the resolve to adapt very well.

Oh, and she is random, hyperactive and borderline insane, lacking any sense of self control and restraint. That is probably the first thing you would actually notice.

Powers/abilities/weapons/etc: Helen's abilities are multifaceted, having completely reworked her physiology, having effected her physically, mentality, and to a certain extent emotionally. While it is difficult to strike at the core of her abilities, Helen's wide skill set is generally easy to break down regardless:

Enhanced Speed: Helen has the ability to move at superhuman speeds, easily eclipsing the speed of sound by several times. While she is not aware of her top speed, she is aware that she can go beyond the speed of light in given conditions, but fears the implications of going at that speed. As her speed has developed over time, her body has adapted to the forces that act on her body due to moving at this unnatural rate, having acquired adaption to the gravitational forces that act on her body and being gifted with a resistance to the ridiculous amounts of friction that she and her clothes have to endure, seemingly coated in an aura that further reduces the friction. Helen is able to localize her super speed to different parts of her body to the molecular level, and can, for example, vibrate her body through physical objects. She can easily affect the environment and plays with her speed's ability to toy with the environment of a frequent basis.

Accelerated Metabolism: A possible underlying explanation for Helen's super speed is her ridiculously accelerated metabolism, which has been supercharged to the fullest. This makes Helen resistant to aging (she still looks about 23), weight gain, disease, injury, as well as increasing her ability to recover from anything. It must be noted that this does not act as a healing factor and simply increased healing speed (such as a few hours to fix a broken bone rather than weeks). Additionally, Helen must eat a larger amount of food to maintain this accelerated bodily functions.

Accelerated Perception, Thought Process, and Reflexes: Imagine trying to move at super speed with the current human brain? Impossible. Helen's body has adapted to solve that oversight. In essence, Helen is capable to perceiving and responding to any form of stimuli at a far faster and more efficient rate, capable of adapting, learning and responding at incredible speeds. In as few words as possible, Helen can think, learn and react at ridiculous superhuman levels, best described by the following analogy: "A regular person's second feels like an hour to me." However, this does not mean she is super intelligent, but rather has the potential to become so.

Enhanced Endurance, Stamina and Durability: In summary, Helen does not get tired very easily, as her body has adapted to her incredible speeds over the years of possessing this ability. She is capable of being active for extended periods of time without even thinking of getting exhausted, capable of running at high speeds without threat of exhaustion and capable of enduring significant damage without severe injury. However, these abilities work in conjunction with her metabolism, meaning that if she is not properly maintaining her nutrition, these abilities will falter.

Strengths:

Innate capabilities of Super Speed: Simply put, Helen's power is not reliant on manipulation or any augmentation, and is a superpower completely ingrained in her physiology. It can be called upon at any moment and its only true limitation is Helen's own individual capabilities.

Creative and nearly complete understanding of abilities: Having experimented for some time with her abilities, Helen has a better solid grasp on the extent of her abilities, including her capabilities and limits. As a result, Helen has conceived some pretty unique applications of her abilities and due to her...eccentric dispoisition, is more than willing to experiment further to find any new applications. This allows her to push super speed to its limits.

Good understanding of physics and other sciences: Thanks to her accelerated learning, Helen has acquired an understanding of most sciences, allowing her to understand and implement scientific thought into the application of her abilities.

Weaknesses:

Damaged psyche: Helen is....well, she is not all there. Born with attention-deficit hyperactivity disorder (ADHD), one can imagine the effects of having a super power put everything into overdrive. Combine that with being thrown between asylums and hospitals for the better part of five years and all the medications and wrong treatments have had a traumatic effect on Helen's mind. While Helen is not explicitly insane, her psyche is best described as erratic or unstable, most commonly interpreted as possibly having mild schizophrenia. Luckily, Helen's delusions are mostly innocent and mostly contribute to her randomness rather than violent outbursts or anything of that nature.

Easily distracted: Give a person with ADHD super speed and you can imagine the results. Her power allows her to pursue any distraction and only feeds the disorder. Couple that with her tendency to be easily bored and it is not a good recipe.

Mediocre fighting capabilities: Lacking little formal training in martial arts, Helen is not the best fighter. While capable against any untrained opponent, any honed fighter can defeat her in a fair one on one fight. This makes Helen extremely dependent on her abilities, which often gives her the edge regardless given no one can practically hit her.

Origin Story (history):

So you want an origin story, eh? I suppose I can't really blame you. After all, I am pretty interesting. AndIhavethecoolestsuperpowerthatallowsmetodovirtuallyeverythinginablinkoftheeyewhileyouregularpeoplearestillstrugglingtodecidewhattohaveforbreakfast. Oh, right, right. You probably didn't catch that. That's okay. I'll speak slower. And I should probably get to the point shouldn't I?

My name is Helen Harden. I'm an only child, born to the lovely Hank Harden and Christie Harden. They were pretty young when they had me, but that's what you get when you are not the most responsible of parents. Needless to say, they matured pretty damn fast after I was born. They kind of had to all things considered. Life wasn't easy in Suburia for them the first couple years I was around, but fortunately my dad finished college and got a pretty nice job working in some research lab or something, trying to create fancy cures for all kinds of disorders. Now for a while, it was kind of a "show up, do your stuff, leave" kind of job for my dad. I guess you could say he wasn't all that motivated or something. Not I blame the guy, staring down microscopes all day would be pretty boring to me too! Or would it? I'm not sure. I guess if the money is good. Oh sorry, I got distracted again thinking about kittens.

But all of that changed when the Fire Nation attacked. Okay, fine, I'll be serious for a little. It actually changed when I was just starting school and I started showing symptoms of ADHD. The stuff isn't fun, at least it wasn't for my parents. My father got a whole lot more motivated in his research, hoping to find a cure, or at least a halfway decent treatment for my ADHD. In the meantime, I was drugged up to high heaven. It wasn't too much fun either being all dependent on the stuff, but it worked well enough to keep focused for a little while.

A number of years passed. About 6 or so to be precise. I think. I don't really know. I hate math. Makes my thinker box hurt. It was "Bring your daughter to work day!" So my father wanted to show all the cool stuff he was doing and how he was doing everything for me. It was sweet really. I kind of felt bad for wandering off during his lunch break when I look back. If it wasn't for my curiosity egging on all the problems in my head, I probably would of stuck at his side and not being here answering this question.

Anyway, the wandering is important because of what actually happened. I walked up to my dad's floor and just starting going through the different doors to stare at all the different equipment. I soon found myself in some strange room. It was all electronic looking, like a giant tube or something. I don't really remember a lot of details, but basically I found a bunch of buttons and my dumb 12 year old self slammed all of them. A massive power surge flowed through the tube and the next thing I know I was in a hospital bed, flashing forward about 5 days into the future.

From I was told, gathered and kind of guessed on, the tube was some molecule accelerator thing that was used by a different department that happened to be on my dad's floor. I turned it on and somehow did not implode. In fact, medically, the doctor's were perplexed about what actually happened to my body. I was in a coma yet all my body systems were functioning at like 200% or something. My metabolism was unreal and I was processing everything many times faster than anything they have ever seen. I woke up with seemingly no ill effects...well until all my mental disorders acted up in overdrive.

The doctors attempted to treat me with meds, like they always do. Most didn't work because everything flushed through my system like water through a hose. It was really annoying and I swear I consumed more drugs than a meth addict who inherited Microsoft. And not the fun type of drugs either. In due time, the doctors all but gave up, referring my supercharged ass to some treatment asylum that specialized in mental disorders.

You see, my accident essentially threw my brain for a real ride, with electrical impulses overloading my body. So my ADHD was the most advanced case ever. My overloaded brain struggled to handle everything so other disorders were beginning to crop up too. The docs at the new place basically did the same thing. Diagnose one problem. Drug me up. Find another one (or a new one if it was Tuesday) and drug me up. It was a vicious cycle. None of it really worked, if I am going to be honest with you.

You know what did? Growing up and running. You see, while the doctors picked each other's brains looking for some secret underlying cause, the insane chick right here figured it out! Well, at least I kind of did. When I was about 16...yeah thereabouts, I started realizing that reading (for my "homeschooling" that was done in the confines of the facility) was becoming really easy. Like I read a book in a matter of minutes rather than hours or days. It was strange. But then I started noticing that I could everything a lot faster. Reading, writing, reacting, thinking. Running. Oh yeah, that was the one that made everything real fun.

As this was happening, a lot of my problems began to slowly get under control. I put an emphasis on slowly. It was like my body needed to adapt ever so slowly. In due time, I was able to become well enough to check out when I was 18 years old. Shortly after that, I made my way to college, pursuing a degree in English and Journalism. Why? Well, I could read and write really fast that the homework didn't have the opportunity to bore me. I managed to score an internship at one of the local papers here in Hyperia that later hired me when I graduated, giving me enough of an income to move out and be my own lady.

A lady that happens to have superpowers. It's pretty fun.

Any other notes about your character:

Roleplay Sample: https://www.pokecommunity.com/posts/9195411/