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Punisher

2017-11-13T01:26:43Z

OldLiu:

{{CharacterNew
|NameOnMUSH=Frank Castle
|Color=#333
|TextColor=#c1c1c1
|Char_id=1140
|Img=http://tinyurl.com/ycysdpsk
|FullName=Frank Castle
|Gender=Male
|Species=Human
|Theme=Marvel
|Chartype=FC
|Active=Active
|Occupation=Punishment
|Groups=[[Street Level]]
|Quote="Si vis pacem, para bellum - If you want peace, prepare for war." "In certain extreme situations, the law is inadequate. In order to shame its inadequacy, it is necessary to act outside the law. To pursue... natural justice. This is not vengeance. Revenge is not a valid motive, it's an emotional response. No, not vengeance. Punishment." "Forgiveness is between them and God. It's my job to arrange the meeting."
|PAge=32
|AAge=32
|DOB=20 December 1992
|Height=6'1"
|Weight=200 lbs.
|Hair=Black / Grey
|Eyes=Steel Blue
|Actor=Jon Bernthal
|Song="Bad Company" by Five Finger Death Punch "The Regulator" by Clutch
|Profile=Hatred and anger rules the life of Frank Castle AKA The Punisher. After many tours of duty as an elite special forces soldier, he resigned to a position as a Special Forces trainer in upstate New York. His peaceful life with his wife and children didn't last, however, after a fateful day in the park saw his family slaughtered in the crossfire of a mob hit. From that day onward, Frank has waged a one-man war on crime, dedicating himself body and soul to drowning the Underworld in a river of criminal blood. His methods have made him feared by the men and women he hunts, but it has also set him at odds with the wider hero community who, as a general rule, abhor killing.
|Description=Frank Castle is a man of few distinguishing features. His face is rugged and distinguished by lines beyond his age and the numerous faded scars that criss-cross his features. His build suggests a brick, squarish and solidly built, practical -- not aesthetic. Similarly, his dark hair is kept trimmed short, once again a pragmatism chosen over looks. He doesn't keep up with the trends or the fashions, his various outfits usually assortments of solid colored t-shirts and jeans. The only thing he ever wears that truly stands out is a black t-shirt, a recognizable, stylized skull spray-painted over the chest with white paint.
|History=Frank's history is short, brutal, and tragic. Not much is known of his early life, but all records agree that he was one of the most decorated soldiers to ever pass through the US Marine Corps. He was hand-selected to participate in special training assignments with the Airborne School, Navy SEALS, and received cross-training with the Australian Special Air Service Regiment. Needless to say, when he finally asked to be reassigned as a Special Forces Trainer in New York to spend more time with his family, his request was met with grudging but unanimous support. He had earned the position, but many were sorry to see him leave active duty. One day, on a picnic in Central Park with his wife and two children, the Castles were unwittingly involved in a Mob hit gone wrong. In the crossfire, his wife Maria and his children Lisa and Francis were gunned down in front him. It wasn't until he was failed by a corrupt and horribly inefficient justice system that he finally broke and took it upon himself to find vengeance for his family by becoming the Punisher.
|Personality=Many would argue that Frank Castle doesn't actually possess a personality. They would insist that at this point he's simply rage and hatred personified. A mindless beast unwittingly unleashed upon the Underworld by the very people he's seeking to utterly wipe out. Frank would probably more or less agree. Still, he's shown in the past that bits of him still remain. Though he's obsessed to the point of suicidal recklessness with his mission, the very few periods of respite he's gained and the occasional interactions with people who he's not actively trying to kill, or who aren't trying to do the same to him, reveal the humanity that's left in his battered soul. He's proven capable of mercy on very rare occasions, but has also shown definitively that he regrets absolutely none of his actions, despite his kill count being grotesquely high. He's a man of unbending will and unshakeable resolve, and if anyone could complete his Sisyphean task, it's Frank Castle.
|Skills='''ENGINEERING''' Frank's not exactly an innovator. He's not interested in reinventing the wheel or developing new and exciting ways to kill criminals. However, he's trained himself to modify, repair, and maintain his firearms, weaponized vehicles, and other equipment as well as rig up explosives and other mechanical traps. All in all, he's actually pretty skilled. Still, he's not about to invent a powersuit or anything. His engineering knowledge is strictly limited to the practical and revolves exclusively around his war on crime. Interestingly enough, however, he's also a pretty talented hacker and programmer. Again, his knowledge is practical and doesn't stray into theoretical or developmental areas, but he's been known to stump quite a few high level cyber security experts when they've tried to break his encryption on his digital assets. '''MARKSMANSHIP''' As might be expected of a man who's half man, half armory, Frank Castle is an accomplished marksman. A lot of what he does is based on rote military drills, skills developed to help a soldier fire without thinking at moving or concealed targets. It allows him to react faster at the cost of limited accuracy to quickly appearing threats. However, he's also trained extensively with more precise weapons like sniper rifles and is a world-renowned killer with a ranged weapon in his hands. '''MARTIAL ARTS''' The majority of Frank's training comes from a variety of special forces units scattered across several branches of the US military and some cross-training with the fighting forces of other nations. Therefore, his particular style of fighting his brutal, efficient, and deadly. He's talented enough to improvise on the fly and keep him amongst the deadliest empty-handed fighters on the planet, though he's still more deadly with an actual weapon. '''MILITARY TRAINING''' After years of serving in the military and participating in a multitude of training courses, Frank is well versed in a variety of different skills including but necessarily limited to: Field Medic Training: He's not a doctor. He's not even a nurse. Still, he can patch a variety of violently inflicted wounds, set bones, and reallign dislocated joints with enough skill to avoid infections and worse. Airborne infiltration: A result of his time with the Airborne alongside his piloting skills, Castle is a trained skydiver and can perform a number of various infiltration techniques (HALO, LALO, etc.) capably. Scuba: Thanks to his Navy SEALS training, Frank is a skilled diver with the ability to successfully perform scuba ops under cover of night. '''PAIN TOLERANCE''' Frank's pain tolerance is so high, it's lead many to actually wonder if he can feel pain at all anymore. Gunshots, explosions, and hits from individuals with super strength have all failed to completely halt the Punisher. It's important to note, however, that his pain tolerance is not superhuman durability. He can not survive attacks that would kill a normal human, he's simply proven himself capable of functioning through pain severe enough that most people would usually collapse from it. '''PEAK PHYSICAL CONDITION''' Thanks to a strictly regimented diet, regular workouts, and extensive training and practice, Frank manages to keep himself in peak physical condition, his strength, endurance, speed, agility, and reflexes all at peak human levels. He's not going to win a foot race with a speedster or out-lift a Kryptonian, but he's still a force to be reckoned with. '''PILOTING''' Unsurprisingly, amongst Frank's many skills, he's also a trained and capable pilot. He's not going to rival any skilled fighter Aces, of course, but he's good enough to hold his own in a dogfight and is trained in both VTOL (vertical take-off and landing) aircraft and CTOL (conventional take-off and landing) aircraft. '''STEALTH''' Frank's tactics tend to involve a lot of explosively quick firefights and loud, intimidating, efficient combats. Still, when he finds it necessary, he's quite capable of a more stealthy approach, especially to get into position or scout out an enemy-occupied area. '''TACTICS''' You don't survive years of constant open warfare on the criminal element of New York and broader regions by being clumsy and predictable. Frank has an amazing, almost intuitive grasp of tactics, with ambushes and traps being a particular specialty of his. He's battled and defeated opponents who, by all rights, in a head-on fight should have won. Stronger, tougher, more durable opponents -- many of them metahumans and mutants -- have fallen to Frank's willingness to play dirty and his brutal efficiency when it comes to killing criminals. '''TORTURE''' Arguably one of the key skills that earned him the name Punisher, Frank has been trained extensively in the use of 'advanced interrogation' techniques which he largely uses in order to pry information out of low-level criminals who might give him leads on bigger fish. He's not usually very concerned with the fate of his interrogation subjects either, so his sessions can get quite... brutal. Its effectiveness is debatable, to say the least, but that doesn't seem to be slowing Frank down. '''TRAINED REFLEXES''' Over many, many years of wet work, both in the military and without, Frank has built up his response time to near superhuman levels. A lot of that is natural talent, but most is just good old fashioned rote training. With his reflexes he's been able to stand toe-to-toe with some of the deadliest and quickest martial artists on the planet and tag even speedsters on the run. '''WEAPON TRAINING''' Frank has proven capable of using a vast array of weaponry with efficiency and skill in any number of situations. He's even shown talent at using foreign and exotic weapons on the fly with a surprising level of effectiveness. Obviously, training with a particular weapon will improve results, however.
|Resources='''ARMORY''' After years of hunting down criminals and repossessing their resources, acquiring a multitude of black market contacts, and raiding police stations and military convoys financed by a runaway budget, Frank Castle has put together one of, if not THE most impressive private collections of weaponry, armed and armored vehicles, and combat gear on the continent. Scattered across numerous safehouses across the country (though centered primarily around New York), the Punisher has been described as a One Man Army, in part because of the impressive amount of firepower he wields at any given moment. It's rare, in fact, to find him without a primary weapon, a secondary weapon, multiple sidearms, and full collection of explosives. He regularly makes circuits of the nearest safehouses to carry out maintenance on every firearm, and tends to stock the more remote armories with sturdier weapons that can survive long periods of time without upkeep. To put it simply, if there's a conventional weapon, Frank has it, and if it's unconventional? There's still a pretty good chance he's got it or can easily get his hands on it. '''CONTACTS''' Frank Castle gets around. His personality isn't what one would call endearing, but many of the people he maintains standing connections with aren't the type to care. Usually, they're black market arms dealers he's likely just saving for last on his crusade, though he maintains tabs on all of them, watching to see if they sell to anyone off-limits. He also has a handful of snitches seeded throughout New York, and an occasional government aide, small-time journalist, or beat cop who approves of what he's doing that feed him information. '''MULTIPLE IDENTITIES''' It's a wonder Frank even remembers his real name, at this point. He maintains a vast network of false identities, many merely quick forgeries that would crumble under serious scrutiny, but some with extensive documentation and recorded history to back them up. He uses all these identities for a variety of purposes, though primarily for purchasing and renting goods and services through legitimate channels. '''SAFEHOUSES''' Frank has safehouses and shelters scattered all across the continent with several more in Europe and Asia. The vast majority are centered on the East Coast, and even more so on New York, but he's usually got someplace he can retreat to when he needs it. Aside from their armories and sometimes, their garages, each one tends to be equipped for a very spartan lifestyle, some devoid of even a bed or indoor plumbing. None of that seems to bother Frank, though, and those that aren't literal holes in the ground he usually pays for with the vast resources he's seized from the criminal underworld under a massive assortment of aliases and forged identities. '''SEIZED ASSETS''' Though Frank's taken a lot from criminals he's killed over the years to further fuel his war on crime, perhaps the most versatile resource thus obtained is their cold hard cash. Using it almost exclusively to finance his mission, he's actually built himself a sizeable fortune. It won't rival any corporate bank account on Wall Street, but it's more than enough to keep stocked with food, weapons, and equipment, including all those rent payments on his various safehouses. A good chunk is scattered across multiple accounts all belonging to several of his aliases and forged identities, but the vast majority of it is in physical cash stored across his many safehouses for when he needs it.
|Weaknesses='''ENEMIES''' Frank's bloody crusade has made him too many enemies to count, and unfortunately for him, not all of them are on the criminal side of the law. He's one of New York's most wanted men, and is likely on more than a few wanted boards in precincts across the country. He's also made many enemies amongst the hero community as well, who see him as someone who's fallen so far as to be nearly indistinguishable from the criminals he hunts. He doesn't seem to care, of course, but still... It creates a lot of problems. '''HATRED''' Frank's not one to openly express his feelings. Even his rage is a quiet, seething affair, at least until he gets the target of his anger in his sights... However, his hatred and anger are truly unending. It's unlikely he's truly felt a calm, peaceful moment since his family was gunned down in front of him. This makes him predictable and controllable, at least to an extent, if you know the right buttons to push. '''HUMAN''' Some superstitious criminals may not want to believe it, but Frank Castle is only human. He doesn't have the benefit of bullet-proof skin or endless endurance. He's not super fast and like every other human, he needs sleep, food and water, and air in order to survive. A bullet to the head will kill him just as fast any other mortal, as will any one of a long list of injuries and ailments. '''OBSESSED''' Obsession reaches new levels with Frank Castle. He has devoted every waking moment of his life to the utter eradication of all criminals, a goal he knows full well is virtually impossible. Still he pursues it endlessly, easily drawn into fights and confrontations he shouldn't have gotten involved with by the mere whiff of something criminal going down. '''SELF-DESTRUCTIVE''' It may not seem like it because of all the work Frank puts into staying in peak physical condition, but Castle is self-destructive to the point of being nearly suicidal. He doesn't know how to take a break or when to stop. His One Man Crusade drives him to lengths most people would collapse upon reaching, but he just continues to push his body further and further, often
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Psylocke

2017-11-13T00:14:34Z

OldLiu:

{{CharacterNew
|NameOnMUSH=Psylocke
|Color=#333
|TextColor=#c1c1c1
|Char_id=18
|Img=https://www.unitedheroesmush.com/images/f/f9/Psylocke_2.png
|FullName=Elizabeth "Betsy" Braddock
|Gender=Female
|Species=Mutant
|Theme=Marvel
|Chartype=FC
|Active=Active
|Occupation=Model, X-Man
|Groups=[[X-Men]] [[Xavier's School]]
|Quote="This was my moment of ultimate truth, the final confrontation in the ring between matador and bull where both know only one will survive. I knew that would be me...right up until the moment I died."
|PAge=24
|AAge=24
|DOB=3 March 2001
|Height=180 cm
|Weight=70 kg
|Hair=Violet
|Eyes=Violet
|Actor=Selina Lo
|Song=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HiaOFOMPOBc
|Profile=A strong and confident psychic with a short fuse and deadly ninja skills. To most, she is just another pretty face in the modelling industry. To those who are close to her, it's hard to predict which one of Betsy's melded souls they're going to be dealing with. She can go from socialite to bully to mother to killer quite swiftly, and that tends to make people uncomfortable around her at best.
|Description=Appearing to be somewhere in her mid-twenties, this woman has the body and attitude that one would expect to see in a magazine, her expression stern and humorless. Standing at almost 173 cm, it is quite likely that her Asian roots are mixed. That likelihood is increased when her violet eyes are noticed, too deep to be blue, but not nearly dark enough to be the customary black of a pure-blooded Asian. Her hair is colored so that the spun silk reflects with a deep purple. Having been a fashion model and being wealthy enough that money is no object, Elizabeth has a tendency to wear what looks good on her and what is currently in style. Despite her height, Betsy has a tendency to wear high heels. However, considering the look on her face that implies a total lack of a sense of humor, woe to the fool that should ask her how the weather is up there.
|History=In Prograss
|Personality=Considering that Psylocke is a magical amalgamation of two very different women, to say Psylocke's personality can be a little erratic is putting it mildly. Betsy was warm, cheerful, a little arrogant and a lot adventurous. Kwannon was cold, calculating, blunt to the point of being tactless, and perhaps just a little heartless. This means that there are times that Psylocke can be rather affable and other times that she can be rather aloof, and there is no telling which version of her you are going to get at any given moment. Between her adventurous nature from one part of her and her killer instinct from the other, Psylocke can be very decisive, especially when in the heat of battle. Once a decision is made, there is very little keeping her from acting upon said decision immediately. Add to that that both personalities were willing to kill and Psylocke is a force to be reckoned with. However, for all her flaws, Psylocke's melded personalities have their good sides to. She is loyal, almost to a fault. She has a maternal instinct for small children, letting them see a softer side of her then most ever get to. It is said around the halls of Xavier's that Psylocke is the perfect person to go to when you have nightmares, because she is scarier than the nightmares themselves. She comes across as a bit of a health nut, as both her daily exercise regime and her strict dietary plan are adhered to with an almost religious fanaticism.
|Abilities='''MIND SHIELD''' Between Psylocke's incredible psychic gifts and her scrambled personality, she has substantial resistance to psychic attack and intrusion. Only an extraordinarily talented telepath under ideal circumstances has a chance of penetrating the dark shadows of her mind. '''PRECOGNITION''' Betsy has limited precognition in the forms of dreams and rare visions that are sporadic and uncontrolled. Either they are immediately short-term, warning of imminent peril, or they are complex and nuanced dreams that lean towards bizarre metaphor and are difficult to interpret. '''PSIONICS''' Betsy can create psionic energy with the power of her mind and focus it into a physical embodiment of her power. This originally took on the form of bolts of psionic force that attack only an opponent's mind. A more focused application of this energy is a katana-shaped weapon that can bypass armor to damage the neural pathways of her targets. When circumstances permit she can generate a 'knife' of psychic power that allows her to fully express her talents and can kill with great efficiency if used with precise strikes. '''SHADOWS''' Due to the Crimson Dawn's potion, Psylocke has become tainted with the other dimension and is able to travel through shadows, even becoming virtually invisible when within them. '''TELEKINESIS''' While powerful in terms of strength, Psylocke's telekinesis is offset by her relative lack of control and precision. Smashing a car door apart is simpler than unlocking it from the inside. She can levitate herself and even affect something like flight, albeit in a clumsy fashion. Notably she has practiced forming shields and barriers to deflect attacks, and can establish these fields anywhere she has line of sight. However, her use of them is blasé and unimaginative. She frequently uses her telekinetic gifts to bolster her physical qualities, giving her functionally super-human strength, agility, and endurance. '''TELEPATHY''' An extraordinarily powerful telepath, Psylocke's style of mental manipulation runs along the lines of brute force, much like a sledgehammer. She can communicate telepathically, reading thoughts and transmitting her own to people. She can stun or paralyze a person with a focused thought, black out or erase their memories, and rapidly 'scan' an area with her thoughts to get a lay of the land. Her gift for illusions runs towards simple deception that implants a powerful suggestion in the target's mind. Additionally, she may outright crush a person's mind to take control of it entirely, though this requires tremendous focus on her part. Almost constantly and reflexively, she uses her abilities to 'shade' her psionic and telepathic gifts, making her difficult to detect (even to very powerful psychics) and masking the aura of her gifts.
|Skills='''MODELING''' Betsy was a professional model for many years. While she is not currently working as a model, she has the know-how and contacts that she could easily get into that line of work again. Not to mention the looks. '''NINJUSTU''' Psylocke is a highly disciplined and expert practitioner of Ninjutsu, the art of the Ninja. Beyond mere combat, it encompasses a range of skills, from stealth to assassination techniques to ways to gather information or knowledge. Psylocke uses these skills in conjunction with her psionic and shadow travel abilities to make her one of the most formidable Ninja on the planet. '''PILOT''' Having been a chartered pilot for a time, Betsy is able to fly a variety of aircraft of light to medium cargo weight, mostly of the prop plane variety.
|Resources='''ASSASSIN FOR HIRE''' While no longer on good terms with organizations like the Hand, Betsy's time as an assassin for them has resulted in a good knowledge of the seedy underworld of criminal enterprise. She knows many safe places around the world to work from and has criminal contacts available in many large cities worldwide. '''BRADDOCK FORTUNE''' The Braddock name comes with many perks. A fortune and mansion that is as big as Xavier's, the aristocratic standing and all that goes with it. For people like Betsy, work is really something she does because she wants to, not because she must. '''CAPTAIN BRITAIN CORPS''' Having once worn the Captain Britain costume herself, Betsy is an ally of heroes who take up that mantle and has a sense of patriotic fidelity to that identity as well as the individual bearers, in this reality and any other. '''FAMILY''' Betsy has two brothers, Jamie and Brian. Brian is also her twin. While Jamie can be a little sporadic, Brian is a rock she can always rely on through her life. No matter what happens. She also shares a link with her twin, a sense that lets her know when he is in trouble or needs her. She can even experience his pain if the circumstances are right, something that has happened when he knew she was hurt in the past and came to her rescue. '''HFC MEMBERSHIP''' With her family name comes the Membership to one of the most exclusive club in the world-The Hellfire Club. She doesn't use it often but where there is a branch of the club, she would have access if she chose to utilize it. '''NINJA GEAR''' While she doesn't often need it, Betsy has access to any equipment a professional ninja could require, as well as the resources and networking to obtain more of it- even illegal substances and compounds- as needed. While she prefers to use her psychic blades, her personal katana had been forged specifically for her use, at her direction to help take advantage of her talents. '''X-MEN''' Betsy has been a member of the X-Men and she has access to the resources of that group as well as Xavier's School.
|Weaknesses='''BODY SWAPPED''' The ninja organization known as the Hand tore Betsy's mind and soul from her body, blended it with the mind and soul of Kwannon, and then half went back to each. This process resulted in the minds, spirits and bodies of the two women becoming blended, including memories, skills, and psychic powers. This has resulted in Betsy becoming trapped in Kwannon's body, giving her the appearance of being a young woman of Japanese origin despite her British ancestry and upbringing. For people who knew Betsy Braddock or Captain Britain, it can cause a great deal of confusion and doubt. Unknown to Betsy, Kwannon is trapped in Betsy's body and is working for the Hand under the name Revanche. '''BRADDOCK LEGACY''' Like many notables, Betsy's family history is convoluted and full of perilous figures. If it isn't her father's otherworldly heritage, it is her mother's noble one, or even her own superhuman one and frequently she has been targeted by entities and organizations due to this heritage and her family members have been made hostages, or worse, to gain her attention. '''IDENTITY CRISIS''' Psylocke is a gestalt entity that is a combination of Betsy and Kwannon. She has many memories of both lives, which can often conflict with one another. She has distinct memories of being in two different places during major world events and struggles to reconcile her preconceptions of right and wrong as Betsy Braddock with those of Kwannon, as the two psyches are forced together. The two personalities were very different as well; this makes her reactions to things unpredictable at best. '''ONE THING AT A TIME''' Psylocke is a very powerful telepath and a very powerful telekinetic, but not at the same time. Using telepathy for anything more than crude efforts require a great deal of focus, preventing her from taking complex actions and virtually shuts down her telekinesis and psionics. Similarly, while she can use her telekinesis with explosive effect or to bolster herself with ease, complex, or nuanced tasks greatly inhibit her telepathy, limiting her to base communication and self-defense. '''TEMPER, TEMPER''' Psylocke has an explosively short fuse and combined with her psychic and ninja skills, tends to express her frustration violently and immediately. It's a major inhibitor in her ability to work her psychic skills with finesse and contributes largely to negative relationships with more stable teammates and allies. '''THE HAND''' Psylocke was temporarily a master assassin in the employ of the Hand, an organization of shadowy ninjas. She was body-swapped with Kwannon, the lover of one of the Hand's leaders, and brainwashed into doing their work. She escaped their custody and influence but possess a tremendous measure of knowledge of their inner workings and methods, as well as Kwannon's body. The Hand constantly pops up in her life to still her voice and regain Kwannon's mortal shell, even though they now have Betsy's mortal shell working for them under the name of Revanche.
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[[Category:X-Men]] [[Category:Xavier's School]]

Polaris

2017-11-13T00:00:39Z

OldLiu:

{{CharacterNew
|NameOnMUSH=Polaris
|Color=#333
|TextColor=#c1c1c1
|Char_id=128
|Img=https://i.imgur.com/IRGaEXH.jpg
|FullName=Lorna Dane
|Gender=Female
|Species=Mutant
|Theme=Marvel
|Chartype=FC
|Active=Active
|Occupation=Teacher
|Groups=[[X-Men]] [[Xavier's School]] [[Brotherhood]]
|Quote="Good and bad often come wrapped up in the same package, don't they? We just lean one direction or the other, depending on circumstances and personality. "
|PAge=23
|AAge=23
|DOB=17 June 2002
|Height=167.64 cm
|Weight=56 kg
|Hair=Green
|Eyes=Green
|Actor=Marlowes Horst
|Song="My Iron Lung" - Radiohead
|Profile=Lorna's largely remained on the sidelines of the X-Men's struggles, serving as a reserve member off and on while trying - and often failing - to pursue something like a normal life. With her one-time classmates facing greater perils and more impossible odds than ever before, however, the once gentle and introverted Ms. Dane has recommitted herself to standing alongside them as the fierce Mistress of Magnetism, Polaris.
|Description=This woman is taller than average at 5'6" though not by much. Her long deep green hair and eyes are what really set her apart from the crowd. Her locks hang down past her shoulder blades in forest green waves. When she isn't in the field she dresses in a white button up linen blouse tucked over nice fitting, dark jeans with a blazer. The when her jacket is off the sleeves of the shirt often rolled up around her elbows. On her feet, sensible black heels give her a little extra height.
|History=Lorna was adopted by relatives at an early age, after her parents were killed in a plane crash of Lorna's doing. Believing her too young for such power, Magneto had her memories wiped and those powers locked away. Due to her naturally unnatural hair colour, her foster parents insisted that she keep it dyed brown throughout her childhood and early adolescence, to help her fit in. A few weeks before her 15th birthday, Mister Sinister managed to track the young Lorna down and awakened her powers. The villain wanted to control the young mutant daughter of Magneto before the X-Men rescued her. A contingent from the Xavier Institute visited her foster parents and offered to train Lorna in the proper use of her powers, they were more than happy to let she and the strange electromagnetic phenomena that had come to follow in her wake go. Lorna studied and trained at the Institute for a couple years before leaving for college. Her first attempt at living a normal life as again put at risk by enemies of the X-Men. Afraid, and not ready to join in the fight Lorna fled to Genosha. She remained their, continuing to train and slowly coming to the truth that Magneto is her true father. Continuing her education, and training in the powers she shares with her father, Polaris could not put to quiet her discomfort living in Magneto's house. Visiting NYC she was drawn into an anti-mutant mob and targeted for the sins of her father. There she reunited with her former classmates and other heroes, she left Genosha for the first time in years and focused her efforts to be a positive representative of her home and join the X-Men.
|Personality=Depression occurs in cycles. During her low moments, Lorna will hide away from the hustle of the school. She will seek out nature where she'll sit in silence and read the magnetic field of the earth. On her good days, Lorna will greet you with a smile. She'll talk, laugh, flirt, tease. She'll hide her true emotions or feelings behind sarcasm. She tends to have a wit about her, bordering sass.Despite her quiet demeanor, she will berate a person when it's needed. She is very focused on the task at hand and does not allow for behavior that will potentially ruin a mission. She has a strong mind and will take control over a situation. However, she recognizes authority and knows her place.
|Abilities='''ELECTROMAGNETIC SIGHT''' By concentrating, Polaris can perceive the world around herself solely as patterns of magnetic and electrical energy. She can perceive the natural magnetic auras surrounding living beings as well. '''EM SPECTRUM MANIPULATION''' Polaris has the ability to manipulate the electromagnetic spectrum and some energy like electricity, electromagnetic and magnetic. Her connection with the electromagnetic field allows her manipulation over energy such as electric, gamma, x-rays, ultraviolet, visible rays, lasers, and more. '''ENERGY ABSORPTION''' Polaris is capable of absorbing some forms of energy (such as Storm's lightning blast, Cyclop's eye beam, and Havok's energy beam) through her magnetic force fields to temporarily boost her own strength. '''GEOMAGNETIC LINK''' Polaris is tied very closely to Earth's EM field. As it is affected, so is she. She knows instinctively all that happens to it, and with this link, is granted an odd sort of immortality. Earth lends her strength by its simple existence. She draws on this strength unconsciously. '''MAGNETIC FLIGHT''' Polaris can suspend herself in flight by riding the Earth's magnetic field. '''MAGNETIC FORCE FIELDS''' Polaris can protect herself from physical harm, can stretch her fields to protect a large group, and can suspend persons or objects in the air. '''MAGNETIC PULSE''' Polaris can focus her magnetic energy into powerful concussive blasts. She can also overload or short-circuit electrical systems. '''METAL-MATTER MANIPULATION''' Polaris has a great ability to be able to levitate objects metallic and nonmetallic, with her electromagnetic field she can levitate objects and destroy them in the air, or through a small manipulation of gravity, she can also cause non-metallic objects to levitate in the air and manipulate it through electromagnetic energy. '''ORGANIC IRON MANIPULATION''' Polaris' control over her powers allows her to manipulate the natural iron within the blood of living organisms.
|Skills='''DRIVING''' Polaris is a skilled driver, her abilities helping her to push vehicles to their very limits. '''MARTIAL ARTS''' Polaris has had to learn hand to hand combat so she isn't solely reliant on her powers in a fight. While she prefers to lean on her powers, Polaris can still throw a mean left hook. '''SCIENCE''' Polaris is a student of Earth sciences. Having done her under grad in Geology and a masters in Geophysics.
|Resources='''CHILD OF GENOSHA''' Polaris has lived for several years in her fathers house and in times of great need can look to Genosha for aid. '''X-MAN''' Polaris fights as a member of the X-Men and an educator at the Xavier Academy.
|Weaknesses='''DEPRESSION''' Like her father, Polaris struggles with bouts of depression. '''DON'T CALL ME MUTIE''' Polaris is easily marked as a mutant for her natural green locks. She has a short temper as a result when she or others are bullied or attacked for being mutants. '''SINS OF THE FATHER''' Being known as the daughter of Magneto opens Polaris up as more of a target from his enemies and makes earning the trust of people on the street a little harder.
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[[Category:X-Men]][[Category:Xavier's School]][[Category:Brotherhood]]

Phage

2017-11-12T23:40:41Z

OldLiu:

{{CharacterNew
|NameOnMUSH=Carl Mach
|Color=#333
|TextColor=#c1c1c1
|Char_id=1240
|Img=https://i.imgur.com/idCc6EO.jpg
|FullName=Carl Mach
|Gender=Male
|Species=Kinda Human
|Theme=Marvel
|Chartype=FC
|Active=Active
|Occupation=Security Consultant
|Groups=[[LexCorp]] [[Legion of Doom]]
|Quote=.
|PAge=32
|AAge=32
|DOB=24 November 1992
|Height=196 cm
|Weight=102 kg
|Hair=Black
|Eyes=Hazel
|Profile=Carl Mach is a high flyer in LexCorps' Corporate Security division. As a consultant he's responsible for evaluating the security aspects of either individuals or organizations, highlighting any vulnerabilities and providing sales and support to facilitate the removal of any such exploitable gaps in their operations. Of course, only the best will do but, hey, it's only the finest LexTech he'd remotely consider recommending. Objectively. Of course. Not like he takes commission for that. From the first it's been his job. It's been good to him too as he rose up the ranks and became an expert in all aspects of his field. There was a brief time, recently, that he had to take leave on medical grounds but LexCorp looked after him. Things changed after that but, in such a fast moving world these days, what doesn't. Returning to active duty it could be noted the renewed enthusiasm and energy to his work. Whatever the Doctors did seemed to work wonders. Working longer hours, holding a stronger position, ready to cut to the chase, and far readier to demonstrate that corporate killer instinct.
|Description=It's a guy in a suit. What more can you say? The guy's tall, well built and has looked after number one well enough. Save a small slitted scar near his left eye. He'd not say he's easy on the eye, minds or otherwise, as time's never gave him the time to find out. So, maybe the tied back tail of black hair ties a look together that works for the one doing the looking. Maybe not. Suit's not bad though. It's like it's one of those jobs off of a Hollywood movie set. Sharp as a razor blade. Step out the depths of some gunge filled grimey lake and it still looks like it's just off of the rack. Dry as a bone. Lined in a reflective golden yellow, flashed when the guy doing the job of hosting the suit reaches inside to get something, well, it's an odd choice. How'd you think the guy feels though. He was told it was orange when he tried it on. In a world where you can't sit down on a bus without gaining superpowers nineteen kinda ways he's no meta, super, mutie, god, angel or demon. Just a guy. What? Alien symbotic costume? What about 'em? Hey. Lookin' isn't askin'. You wanna know stop spectatin', speculatin' and start makin' speakey-speakie to the guy, or his suit, whatever does it for you. If you really wanna know... that is.
|History=Most of Mach's earliest past is omitted, deleted, redacted or otherwise untrue. It's company policy. When the company is Lexcorp the levels of support are easily the better of any government institution but the method of a corporate mercenary as opposed to a government operative is the same. Have no past and nothing in it to be used against you. Not that he did at any rate. No parents to speak of, lived for the earlier years in one of those places that got so small it stopped existing... you want some telling tale? Go elsewhere. His life, on record, really started with the company. A field command on a support operation in LexCorp's security division changed into promotion and real power in rapid succession. Within a year he was a fully fledged Security Consultant and has over a decade's flawless operational record to follow. If those kinds of jobs kept records. Time though started to take its toll on his body. As these things do. Although fortune favors the bold... Fate's more inclined to share her affections with those who know how to wield power. So when given an offer from a man he has nothing but respect for, a man of true power, to transcend his existing limitations and take his work to the the highest level... he didn't hesitate. Now things are different. He's different. To some degree. Nature of the beast really...
|Personality=Carl's real persona's buried under a load of legends and cover identites he's had to be over time. He'd like to think that he's been faking someone else for so long there's nothing of himself to go back to. One side effect of bonding with his other was the re-emergence of a few traits long since since considered lost. It really like he was made for the business he was in. He's lacking in emotional reasoning. He drops a box of ammo on his foot, yeah, he'll curse and swear like only he can. But, as angry and hurt as he may be he's not gonna kick the box for something... HE DID. He gets other people don't think like him, decide their feelings and opinions matter more than the devilish details. What's made him better is that he knows the truth. The world doesn't care. The blast's not going to change it's pattern of dispersal because you set of the bomb for the right or wrong reason. It just is. He feels but it isn't what drives him. What drives him is being able to take arms, pen, word or blade against the chaotic malestrom that is the world. He might not be able to do anything big picture... but he can carve out his own quaint little corner of it and have some haven for when the time comes he can't fight anymore. He thought that time had came. Instead he found the symbiote and everything changed.
|Abilities='''INHERITED TRAITS''' From the progenitor of its line the Symbiote has certain genetics similar to the one who came before it. These traits are as different as Phage is to the first of its line. Like most he can allow his host to synthesize webbing, strong as sinew, which shall degrade to nothing after about an hour. Just as the host can "stick" to surfaces with enough grip to move freely upwards along a vertical plane or remain on the underside of a horizontal surface. Some traits differ, however. The progenitor's ability to mask itself from another's "spider sense" is entirely absent. Nor does Phage have the ability to preemptively sense danger like the progenitor or it's early host. This has it's compensations. Phage's vision is enhanced to the point where they can see up to a mile away as if it were in immediate focus, given a clear line of sight, and is aware of the presence of energies, as well as matter, in their field of view. However. That is only available if the symbiote is in its neutral form and depends on the field of the hosts vision. Also, if "zoomed in" a mile away it goes without saying that that which is right next to the symbiote and host both may not be noticed. '''SYMBIOTIC AUGMENTATION''' Even unbonded to the symbiote Carl is at the very peak of human ability in physical terms. The symbiote, once bonded, set about improving upon its host enhancing his reflexes and reactions to beyond what is humanly possible. However the symbiote seeks out dominant traits to focus itself on and Carl's physical strength and stamina were the aspects to focus on in his case. Barring interference the symbiote can keep Carl awake and functional without requiring sleep and help him exert himself for much longer than he could do so without his other helping. He is also now able to lift up to ten tons at the limits of exertion alone but, relying on his other, and in the most dire of urgency, he may be able to do more for minutes. More likely seconds. Since that would certainly turn most of his bones to powder and otherwise significantly damage its host the symbiote would rapidly lose it's ability to augment him or access many of its higher functions as it would be devoted to creating temporary replacements for the lost systems. The augmentative levels of enhancement are performed by complex management of all of the hosts systems and reconfiguring the symbiotes own structure in synchronization. This does mean that the upper limits of augmentation are not constantly available. Should the symbiote or host be stressed or exhausted then the overall boost to any ability shall be compromised. Just as the host alone may be able to run a marathon in an acceptable time but could not then break his own personal bests for lifting weights, say. '''SYMBIOTIC HEALING FACTOR''' It is highly intensive and about the most complex action the symbiote can take to create a construct that will not dissolve or decay once detached from the main biomass. Synthesis of elements is possible, as are viable constructs, however the creation of the same would only be done to benefit the host. As well as regenerating the host to a predefined template, forming new limbs or organs if necessary, the symbiote also can regulate the undamaged systems of the host. Affecting biochemistry to let the host function for longer at peak effectiveness. Also manipulation of the hosts neural chemistry... more for the symbiotes purposes. Smaller fixes upon the host can be done with internal manipulation and catalyzed stem cells. More significant repairs present a problem. If larger systems are removed or are otherwise inoperable the symbiote must reconfigure itself to form a temporary functioning copy of the missing systems. This significantly compromises it's ability to lend augmentative powers to the host and will violently attempt to get the host to seek sanctuary until new constructs can be synthesized from scratch. Even if the host can then evade the current threat it will weaken the symbiote during the time it heals its host. For that it will need large amounts of its own sustenance to complete the task. (see Symbiotic Sustenance) '''SYMBIOTIC MANIPULATION''' The biomass of the symbiote can reform and restructure itself in various ways. Some are more indirect functions handled largely by the symbiote for the host. Others require more direct manipulation by the host itself. Using the hosts memory the symbiote can reform into a variety of forms, shapeshifting itself into whatever form the host thinks of. The host is not reassembled in this process which is a consideration, as is the symbiote only appearing as clothing, armor or even complex camouflage up to its available mass. Doing this leaves the symbiote chemically unchanged and cannot act as anything other than its basic biomass. So, outside of it's neutral form, the symbiote cannot perform many functions for the host. In the neutral form The symbiote can be reconfigured into bladed or spiked constructs with but a thought from the host. As long as these constructs remain attached to the bonded pair. If detached the construct loses molecular cohesion and the inner membrane cross reacts with the external mass forming a mutagenic acid. Such an acid does not work as many highly concentrated acids do as the formula for this acid is in constant flux. Assuming the acid was not immediately burned off of the surface in question it will keep chemically restructuring until a compatibility is found with the surface, akin to the bonding process. Once it does so it doesn't corrode as conventional acids do but rather "softens" the surface to be particularly vulnerable to the cut and thrust of the symbiotes bladed biomass. However, the area covered and the prolonged contact of the acid on the surface required, not to mention the depth "softened" of any given surface varies wildly depending upon its makeup. Not to mention that energy fields or shields entirely negate the effects of such an acid. '''SYMBIOTIC RESISTANCES''' The symbiote acts as an adaptive environment to best benefit the host. In the same way the symbiote holds a template to know how to reconstitute the host when it is damaged the template allows the symbiote to detect outside physical influences. These can be negated by forcing them to react with the symbiote, rather than the host, and adapting its cellular structure to be incompatible with the threat. This prevents Carl from being afflicted from disease (regardless of its origins) the need for outside sustenance (for as long as the symbiote can synthesize the same) or the ageing process all as long the symbiote is bonded to him. The same process allows influences of the mind to be resisted as the complex hybridization of the alien and human creates unique architecture so different to that of another bonded pair never mind other unique species outside influences may not be able to adapt to the unique nature of this pairing. So, regardless of the source, it is a difficult resistance to overcome. However this in particular only can work if the symbiote is in its neutral form, fully covering the surface of Carl's skin.
|Skills='''BORN IN THE BOARDROOM''' Not literally. But watching Mach in action it'd be the devils own work to tell the difference. As his job, officially, is sales and support so being able to work a client to part with as much as possible whilst offering the most valuable thing in the world (i.e. someone who knows what they're doing) and playing it as if they're cutting him to the quick with their smart negociating is the norm for him. Be it a quick wit, subtle silken suggestion or catching the wiser off guard with a charm offensive... if you want it done right... he's the one to call. It doesn't matter if it's knowing the numbers, someone's dirty little secrets, the way the political winds are blowing, the carrot or the cutting edge of the stick Mach's a man who know what to use and when to pick up a handsome commission on his efforts. '''FRINGE BENEFITS''' It isn't a career that lends itself to downtime. With there always being more work to do than could be done and the skills one learns to stay in the game needing constant honing free time is scarce, if available at all. So everything that an operative learns has to have a use and, at best, finding a use for things that may be interesting is the most an agent can hope for. So when Mach specialized in advanced entry techniques like underwater assault, diving, free running, mountaineering and Paratrooping it was the closest thing to outside interest he could skim of the surface. '''OFF THE BOOKS''' The knowledge of warfare, tradecraft, money and power makes Mach a skilled operative. Although scoring highly if his disciplines were ever recorded he would not be considered to be amongst the top experts in any given field. Where Mach has found an area he is without equal is his field work. The worn and weapons, improvised, pre prepared or signature explosive usage, martial or ranged fighting styles used, numbers within a team for an operation, breaching techniques, interrogation tactics and, indeed, stylization of executions of friends, foes and neutrals all tell a story. This world at war is not an art, academia or science... it's a language. And no one speaks it better than he. Telling the world what happened was as he wishes it to be told and have accusal and repercussion directed whichever way he so chooses. If he wishes the tale to be told at all. All for cold hard cash in hand for that which, officially, never happened. '''PROFESSIONAL PORTFOLIO''' As a Security consultant Mach's got impressive credentials. As well as a comprehensive understanding the finer details of facilities and their security considerations without compromising the primary function of the same he can offer tailored solutions available to any budget and disclosed discreet additional factors. Management, training and restructuring of personnel are also all part of the service. To achieve this he understands intimately anything that holds an edge, fires a shot, keeps someone in or out, can be piloted or programmed, and the tactical frameworks required for modern incursions where threats may be more than just human. Most mercenaries can do this. However none could suggest according to a clients profile of needs, including those needs the client doesn't know they need, a range of options that fit different budgets and add offer a discount along with points to their loyalty card whilst doing it.
|Resources='''A LITTLE TUCKED AWAY''' Mainly living on company perks and relying on his commissions preinvested into long term high yield schemes for his future means Mach lives comfortably but is by no means immediately rich. Any gains he's seen from miscellaneous payments and additional petty cash from balancing operational budgets or discretionary allowances and most certainly not cash payments for under the table dealings that definitely did not happen have to be stored secretly somewhere. ,BR>One of his few personal holdings is a small waste management company. Scrap metal, recovery of wrecks be they cars, planes or boats destroyed by whatever wherever and smaller scale interests in dredging the rivers should they become too silted up. Even hazardous waste and post crime scene clear ups. Little high little low mainly break even affair. Still. Many times Mach has made significant efforts to keep that interest active. ... one can only wonder why. '''LEXCORP EXEC CARD''' They don't give these to anybody. A, subject to how well one can hide the purchases as necessary business expenses, unlimited card, accepted anywhere worth being, that means mundane money is usually not a problem. '''SYMBIOTE''' A living being needing symbiosis to sustain itself. Carl is it's first, and to date only, host. It could be remover but requires a complex and measured mixture of high frequency waveforms if the intention is not to kill the symbiote and host both.
|Weaknesses='''APPROPRIATELY DRESSED''' The form the symbiote can take can be radically different. Clothing or even a basic camouflage obfuscating the host from view as well as its more neutral form. However Mach has noticed the neutral form of his other is needed to be able to use his full range of abilities. It is still possible to utilize his others assistance to a more limited degree if he is at least covered as necessary. For example to utilize the enhanced vision whatever form its in would have to cover his eyes in some manner. It still would not be half as effective as if the symbiote was in its neutral form in any case. '''CONFLICT OF INTEREST''' There is no doubt that Mach and the Phage Symbiote are an ideal pairing. Mach's lack of reasoning based upon his emotions have, left unchecked, ignite as a wildfire feeding the symbiotes reserves of energy immensely. Phage protecting its host and keeping in his physical prime allows the mercenary to take his craft to the next level and, now empowered, keep pace with those beyond human who monopolized the market. Until now. Since, now, they can cut out a slice for themselves. However there are occasional clashes betwixt the pair. Mach now more empowered uses the weapons and techniques of old to even more devastating effect. The symbiote's armory is a whole new experience, blade, tooth, claw and the acrid acid that weakens that which resists. Which is the problem. He's relearning everything. His other may instinctively crush with claws the pistol he was going to use to finish of a rapidly approaching foe. Two sets of instincts are united in purpose but not in method. In time they may become more than just the symbiote. More than Carl Mach. Until then both realize the unintentional conflict could cause a fatal mistake before they get to see that day of final victory dawn. '''HIGH FREQUENCY WAVEFORMS''' The symbiote is linked to the host. They are in constant communication with each other. This leaves both extremely vulnerable in a manner similar to other symbiotes to consistent exposure to high frequency waveforms that disrupt the symbiotes ability to think and the input output carriers connecting it to its host. Examples such as intense microwaves, specific sonic resonances or the flow of electrons from certain electrical currents are known but others may exist. The initial shock stuns the symbiote and, in this initial window, the host has but moments to prevent further exposure to the harmful waveform. If not quick enough the host will receive a backlash of the symbiote's distress and may be overcome, rendering both stunned. If exposure is continued the pair have but a short time to try and rouse before they symbiote loses all control over itself. It may continue to be stunned and transfer similar anguish to the host. Or it may be unable to tell itself apart from the host or anything else and change composition and form wildly including attempting to randomly disassemble itself and the host both at a molecular level. The nature of effective waveforms differs from one symbiote to the next in terms of the frequencies and amplitudes applied and the severity of the effect but, in Mach's case, it appears that it is a high amplitude and frequency is required. Rock music or a dog whistle, alone, would not disrupt his other so. But should the sound of such a whistle carry through the microphone of such a sound system on stage at such a concert would be rapidly debilitating then inevitably fatal. Fire from a lighter's flame would not harm either. A microwave with faulty shielding would be an immediate and painful problem. '''SYMBIOTIC SUSTENANCE''' The Symbiote is a living organism. Essential to its long term development and survival is its host. However it has needs above that. Making biomass specifically for it's constituent matter and replenishing the same. A less effective way to do this is to draw sustenance from the host, effectively making Mach eating for two, and slowly replenish and store extra biomass that way. Far more effective is to cut out the middle host and catch, wrap, soften and consume some prey, akin, ironically, to a spider. In the case of the host being damaged the former is not an option and the latter is essential. '''THE BIGGER THEY ARE''' ... the more operational issues it causes. Adaptive costume and camouflage sounds like an agent's dream but, in this case, Mach is a hair's over 6'5" which makes it difficult to blend in. Even in the perfect copy of a uniform that hides faces and features. Also when "testing" facilities for "vulnerabilities" Mach's lifetime of training and strengthening his body has left him broad and built. So discreet improvised access points easily usable for someone maybe half a foot shorter or built less heavily may be inaccessible to Mach.
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[[Category:LexCorp]][[Category:Legion of Doom]]

Phage

2017-11-12T23:40:09Z

OldLiu:

{{CharacterNew
|NameOnMUSH=Carl Mach
|Color=#333
|TextColor=#c1c1c1
|Char_id=1240
|Img=https://i.imgur.com/idCc6EO.jpg
|FullName=Carl Mach
|Gender=Male
|Species=Kinda Human
|Theme=Marvel
|Chartype=FC
|Active=Active
|Occupation=Security Consultant
|Groups=[[LexCorp]] [[Legion of Doom]]
|Quote=.
|PAge=32
|AAge=32
|DOB=24 November 1992
|Height=196 cm
|Weight=102 kg
|Hair=Black
|Eyes=Hazel
|Profile=Carl Mach is a high flyer in LexCorps' Corporate Security division. As a consultant he's responsible for evaluating the security aspects of either individuals or organizations, highlighting any vulnerabilities and providing sales and support to facilitate the removal of any such exploitable gaps in their operations. Of course, only the best will do but, hey, it's only the finest LexTech he'd remotely consider recommending. Objectively. Of course. Not like he takes commission for that. From the first it's been his job. It's been good to him too as he rose up the ranks and became an expert in all aspects of his field. There was a brief time, recently, that he had to take leave on medical grounds but LexCorp looked after him. Things changed after that but, in such a fast moving world these days, what doesn't. Returning to active duty it could be noted the renewed enthusiasm and energy to his work. Whatever the Doctors did seemed to work wonders. Working longer hours, holding a stronger position, ready to cut to the chase, and far readier to demonstrate that corporate killer instinct.
|Description=It's a guy in a suit. What more can you say? The guy's tall, well built and has looked after number one well enough. Save a small slitted scar near his left eye. He'd not say he's easy on the eye, minds or otherwise, as time's never gave him the time to find out. So, maybe the tied back tail of black hair ties a look together that works for the one doing the looking. Maybe not. Suit's not bad though. It's like it's one of those jobs off of a Hollywood movie set. Sharp as a razor blade. Step out the depths of some gunge filled grimey lake and it still looks like it's just off of the rack. Dry as a bone. Lined in a reflective golden yellow, flashed when the guy doing the job of hosting the suit reaches inside to get something, well, it's an odd choice. How'd you think the guy feels though. He was told it was orange when he tried it on. In a world where you can't sit down on a bus without gaining superpowers nineteen kinda ways he's no meta, super, mutie, god, angel or demon. Just a guy. What? Alien symbotic costume? What about 'em? Hey. Lookin' isn't askin'. You wanna know stop spectatin', speculatin' and start makin' speakey-speakie to the guy, or his suit, whatever does it for you. If you really wanna know... that is.
|History=Most of Mach's earliest past is omitted, deleted, redacted or otherwise untrue. It's company policy. When the company is Lexcorp the levels of support are easily the better of any government institution but the method of a corporate mercenary as opposed to a government operative is the same. Have no past and nothing in it to be used against you. Not that he did at any rate. No parents to speak of, lived for the earlier years in one of those places that got so small it stopped existing... you want some telling tale? Go elsewhere. His life, on record, really started with the company. A field command on a support operation in LexCorp's security division changed into promotion and real power in rapid succession. Within a year he was a fully fledged Security Consultant and has over a decade's flawless operational record to follow. If those kinds of jobs kept records. Time though started to take its toll on his body. As these things do. Although fortune favors the bold... Fate's more inclined to share her affections with those who know how to wield power. So when given an offer from a man he has nothing but respect for, a man of true power, to transcend his existing limitations and take his work to the the highest level... he didn't hesitate. Now things are different. He's different. To some degree. Nature of the beast really...
|Personality=Carl's real persona's buried under a load of legends and cover identites he's had to be over time. He'd like to think that he's been faking someone else for so long there's nothing of himself to go back to. One side effect of bonding with his other was the re-emergence of a few traits long since since considered lost. It really like he was made for the business he was in. He's lacking in emotional reasoning. He drops a box of ammo on his foot, yeah, he'll curse and swear like only he can. But, as angry and hurt as he may be he's not gonna kick the box for something... HE DID. He gets other people don't think like him, decide their feelings and opinions matter more than the devilish details. What's made him better is that he knows the truth. The world doesn't care. The blast's not going to change it's pattern of dispersal because you set of the bomb for the right or wrong reason. It just is. He feels but it isn't what drives him. What drives him is being able to take arms, pen, word or blade against the chaotic malestrom that is the world. He might not be able to do anything big picture... but he can carve out his own quaint little corner of it and have some haven for when the time comes he can't fight anymore. He thought that time had came. Instead he found the symbiote and everything changed.
|Abilities'''INHERITED TRAITS''' From the progenitor of its line the Symbiote has certain genetics similar to the one who came before it. These traits are as different as Phage is to the first of its line. Like most he can allow his host to synthesize webbing, strong as sinew, which shall degrade to nothing after about an hour. Just as the host can "stick" to surfaces with enough grip to move freely upwards along a vertical plane or remain on the underside of a horizontal surface. Some traits differ, however. The progenitor's ability to mask itself from another's "spider sense" is entirely absent. Nor does Phage have the ability to preemptively sense danger like the progenitor or it's early host. This has it's compensations. Phage's vision is enhanced to the point where they can see up to a mile away as if it were in immediate focus, given a clear line of sight, and is aware of the presence of energies, as well as matter, in their field of view. However. That is only available if the symbiote is in its neutral form and depends on the field of the hosts vision. Also, if "zoomed in" a mile away it goes without saying that that which is right next to the symbiote and host both may not be noticed. '''SYMBIOTIC AUGMENTATION''' Even unbonded to the symbiote Carl is at the very peak of human ability in physical terms. The symbiote, once bonded, set about improving upon its host enhancing his reflexes and reactions to beyond what is humanly possible. However the symbiote seeks out dominant traits to focus itself on and Carl's physical strength and stamina were the aspects to focus on in his case. Barring interference the symbiote can keep Carl awake and functional without requiring sleep and help him exert himself for much longer than he could do so without his other helping. He is also now able to lift up to ten tons at the limits of exertion alone but, relying on his other, and in the most dire of urgency, he may be able to do more for minutes. More likely seconds. Since that would certainly turn most of his bones to powder and otherwise significantly damage its host the symbiote would rapidly lose it's ability to augment him or access many of its higher functions as it would be devoted to creating temporary replacements for the lost systems. The augmentative levels of enhancement are performed by complex management of all of the hosts systems and reconfiguring the symbiotes own structure in synchronization. This does mean that the upper limits of augmentation are not constantly available. Should the symbiote or host be stressed or exhausted then the overall boost to any ability shall be compromised. Just as the host alone may be able to run a marathon in an acceptable time but could not then break his own personal bests for lifting weights, say. '''SYMBIOTIC HEALING FACTOR''' It is highly intensive and about the most complex action the symbiote can take to create a construct that will not dissolve or decay once detached from the main biomass. Synthesis of elements is possible, as are viable constructs, however the creation of the same would only be done to benefit the host. As well as regenerating the host to a predefined template, forming new limbs or organs if necessary, the symbiote also can regulate the undamaged systems of the host. Affecting biochemistry to let the host function for longer at peak effectiveness. Also manipulation of the hosts neural chemistry... more for the symbiotes purposes. Smaller fixes upon the host can be done with internal manipulation and catalyzed stem cells. More significant repairs present a problem. If larger systems are removed or are otherwise inoperable the symbiote must reconfigure itself to form a temporary functioning copy of the missing systems. This significantly compromises it's ability to lend augmentative powers to the host and will violently attempt to get the host to seek sanctuary until new constructs can be synthesized from scratch. Even if the host can then evade the current threat it will weaken the symbiote during the time it heals its host. For that it will need large amounts of its own sustenance to complete the task. (see Symbiotic Sustenance) '''SYMBIOTIC MANIPULATION''' The biomass of the symbiote can reform and restructure itself in various ways. Some are more indirect functions handled largely by the symbiote for the host. Others require more direct manipulation by the host itself. Using the hosts memory the symbiote can reform into a variety of forms, shapeshifting itself into whatever form the host thinks of. The host is not reassembled in this process which is a consideration, as is the symbiote only appearing as clothing, armor or even complex camouflage up to its available mass. Doing this leaves the symbiote chemically unchanged and cannot act as anything other than its basic biomass. So, outside of it's neutral form, the symbiote cannot perform many functions for the host. In the neutral form The symbiote can be reconfigured into bladed or spiked constructs with but a thought from the host. As long as these constructs remain attached to the bonded pair. If detached the construct loses molecular cohesion and the inner membrane cross reacts with the external mass forming a mutagenic acid. Such an acid does not work as many highly concentrated acids do as the formula for this acid is in constant flux. Assuming the acid was not immediately burned off of the surface in question it will keep chemically restructuring until a compatibility is found with the surface, akin to the bonding process. Once it does so it doesn't corrode as conventional acids do but rather "softens" the surface to be particularly vulnerable to the cut and thrust of the symbiotes bladed biomass. However, the area covered and the prolonged contact of the acid on the surface required, not to mention the depth "softened" of any given surface varies wildly depending upon its makeup. Not to mention that energy fields or shields entirely negate the effects of such an acid. '''SYMBIOTIC RESISTANCES''' The symbiote acts as an adaptive environment to best benefit the host. In the same way the symbiote holds a template to know how to reconstitute the host when it is damaged the template allows the symbiote to detect outside physical influences. These can be negated by forcing them to react with the symbiote, rather than the host, and adapting its cellular structure to be incompatible with the threat. This prevents Carl from being afflicted from disease (regardless of its origins) the need for outside sustenance (for as long as the symbiote can synthesize the same) or the ageing process all as long the symbiote is bonded to him. The same process allows influences of the mind to be resisted as the complex hybridization of the alien and human creates unique architecture so different to that of another bonded pair never mind other unique species outside influences may not be able to adapt to the unique nature of this pairing. So, regardless of the source, it is a difficult resistance to overcome. However this in particular only can work if the symbiote is in its neutral form, fully covering the surface of Carl's skin.
|Skills='''BORN IN THE BOARDROOM''' Not literally. But watching Mach in action it'd be the devils own work to tell the difference. As his job, officially, is sales and support so being able to work a client to part with as much as possible whilst offering the most valuable thing in the world (i.e. someone who knows what they're doing) and playing it as if they're cutting him to the quick with their smart negociating is the norm for him. Be it a quick wit, subtle silken suggestion or catching the wiser off guard with a charm offensive... if you want it done right... he's the one to call. It doesn't matter if it's knowing the numbers, someone's dirty little secrets, the way the political winds are blowing, the carrot or the cutting edge of the stick Mach's a man who know what to use and when to pick up a handsome commission on his efforts. '''FRINGE BENEFITS''' It isn't a career that lends itself to downtime. With there always being more work to do than could be done and the skills one learns to stay in the game needing constant honing free time is scarce, if available at all. So everything that an operative learns has to have a use and, at best, finding a use for things that may be interesting is the most an agent can hope for. So when Mach specialized in advanced entry techniques like underwater assault, diving, free running, mountaineering and Paratrooping it was the closest thing to outside interest he could skim of the surface. '''OFF THE BOOKS''' The knowledge of warfare, tradecraft, money and power makes Mach a skilled operative. Although scoring highly if his disciplines were ever recorded he would not be considered to be amongst the top experts in any given field. Where Mach has found an area he is without equal is his field work. The worn and weapons, improvised, pre prepared or signature explosive usage, martial or ranged fighting styles used, numbers within a team for an operation, breaching techniques, interrogation tactics and, indeed, stylization of executions of friends, foes and neutrals all tell a story. This world at war is not an art, academia or science... it's a language. And no one speaks it better than he. Telling the world what happened was as he wishes it to be told and have accusal and repercussion directed whichever way he so chooses. If he wishes the tale to be told at all. All for cold hard cash in hand for that which, officially, never happened. '''PROFESSIONAL PORTFOLIO''' As a Security consultant Mach's got impressive credentials. As well as a comprehensive understanding the finer details of facilities and their security considerations without compromising the primary function of the same he can offer tailored solutions available to any budget and disclosed discreet additional factors. Management, training and restructuring of personnel are also all part of the service. To achieve this he understands intimately anything that holds an edge, fires a shot, keeps someone in or out, can be piloted or programmed, and the tactical frameworks required for modern incursions where threats may be more than just human. Most mercenaries can do this. However none could suggest according to a clients profile of needs, including those needs the client doesn't know they need, a range of options that fit different budgets and add offer a discount along with points to their loyalty card whilst doing it.
|Resources='''A LITTLE TUCKED AWAY''' Mainly living on company perks and relying on his commissions preinvested into long term high yield schemes for his future means Mach lives comfortably but is by no means immediately rich. Any gains he's seen from miscellaneous payments and additional petty cash from balancing operational budgets or discretionary allowances and most certainly not cash payments for under the table dealings that definitely did not happen have to be stored secretly somewhere. ,BR>One of his few personal holdings is a small waste management company. Scrap metal, recovery of wrecks be they cars, planes or boats destroyed by whatever wherever and smaller scale interests in dredging the rivers should they become too silted up. Even hazardous waste and post crime scene clear ups. Little high little low mainly break even affair. Still. Many times Mach has made significant efforts to keep that interest active. ... one can only wonder why. '''LEXCORP EXEC CARD''' They don't give these to anybody. A, subject to how well one can hide the purchases as necessary business expenses, unlimited card, accepted anywhere worth being, that means mundane money is usually not a problem. '''SYMBIOTE''' A living being needing symbiosis to sustain itself. Carl is it's first, and to date only, host. It could be remover but requires a complex and measured mixture of high frequency waveforms if the intention is not to kill the symbiote and host both.
|Weaknesses='''APPROPRIATELY DRESSED''' The form the symbiote can take can be radically different. Clothing or even a basic camouflage obfuscating the host from view as well as its more neutral form. However Mach has noticed the neutral form of his other is needed to be able to use his full range of abilities. It is still possible to utilize his others assistance to a more limited degree if he is at least covered as necessary. For example to utilize the enhanced vision whatever form its in would have to cover his eyes in some manner. It still would not be half as effective as if the symbiote was in its neutral form in any case. '''CONFLICT OF INTEREST''' There is no doubt that Mach and the Phage Symbiote are an ideal pairing. Mach's lack of reasoning based upon his emotions have, left unchecked, ignite as a wildfire feeding the symbiotes reserves of energy immensely. Phage protecting its host and keeping in his physical prime allows the mercenary to take his craft to the next level and, now empowered, keep pace with those beyond human who monopolized the market. Until now. Since, now, they can cut out a slice for themselves. However there are occasional clashes betwixt the pair. Mach now more empowered uses the weapons and techniques of old to even more devastating effect. The symbiote's armory is a whole new experience, blade, tooth, claw and the acrid acid that weakens that which resists. Which is the problem. He's relearning everything. His other may instinctively crush with claws the pistol he was going to use to finish of a rapidly approaching foe. Two sets of instincts are united in purpose but not in method. In time they may become more than just the symbiote. More than Carl Mach. Until then both realize the unintentional conflict could cause a fatal mistake before they get to see that day of final victory dawn. '''HIGH FREQUENCY WAVEFORMS''' The symbiote is linked to the host. They are in constant communication with each other. This leaves both extremely vulnerable in a manner similar to other symbiotes to consistent exposure to high frequency waveforms that disrupt the symbiotes ability to think and the input output carriers connecting it to its host. Examples such as intense microwaves, specific sonic resonances or the flow of electrons from certain electrical currents are known but others may exist. The initial shock stuns the symbiote and, in this initial window, the host has but moments to prevent further exposure to the harmful waveform. If not quick enough the host will receive a backlash of the symbiote's distress and may be overcome, rendering both stunned. If exposure is continued the pair have but a short time to try and rouse before they symbiote loses all control over itself. It may continue to be stunned and transfer similar anguish to the host. Or it may be unable to tell itself apart from the host or anything else and change composition and form wildly including attempting to randomly disassemble itself and the host both at a molecular level. The nature of effective waveforms differs from one symbiote to the next in terms of the frequencies and amplitudes applied and the severity of the effect but, in Mach's case, it appears that it is a high amplitude and frequency is required. Rock music or a dog whistle, alone, would not disrupt his other so. But should the sound of such a whistle carry through the microphone of such a sound system on stage at such a concert would be rapidly debilitating then inevitably fatal. Fire from a lighter's flame would not harm either. A microwave with faulty shielding would be an immediate and painful problem. '''SYMBIOTIC SUSTENANCE''' The Symbiote is a living organism. Essential to its long term development and survival is its host. However it has needs above that. Making biomass specifically for it's constituent matter and replenishing the same. A less effective way to do this is to draw sustenance from the host, effectively making Mach eating for two, and slowly replenish and store extra biomass that way. Far more effective is to cut out the middle host and catch, wrap, soften and consume some prey, akin, ironically, to a spider. In the case of the host being damaged the former is not an option and the latter is essential. '''THE BIGGER THEY ARE''' ... the more operational issues it causes. Adaptive costume and camouflage sounds like an agent's dream but, in this case, Mach is a hair's over 6'5" which makes it difficult to blend in. Even in the perfect copy of a uniform that hides faces and features. Also when "testing" facilities for "vulnerabilities" Mach's lifetime of training and strengthening his body has left him broad and built. So discreet improvised access points easily usable for someone maybe half a foot shorter or built less heavily may be inaccessible to Mach.
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[[Category:LexCorp]][[Category:Legion of Doom]]

Nightcrawler

2017-11-12T23:28:35Z

OldLiu:

{{CharacterNew
|NameOnMUSH=Nightcrawler
|Color=#333
|TextColor=#c1c1c1
|Char_id=169
|Img=http://www.writeups.org/wp-content/uploads/Nightcrawler-Marvel-Comics-X-Men-Excalibur-a.jpg
|FullName=Kurt Wagner
|Gender=Male
|Species=Mutant
|Theme=Marvel
|Chartype=FC
|Active=Active
|Occupation=Recruiting
|Groups=[[X-Men]] [[Xavier's School]]
|Quote="Every so often, liebchen, since I look like a demon... I have this irresistible urge to play the part."
|PAge=24
|AAge=24
|DOB=27 January 2001
|Height=175 cm
|Weight=73 kg
|Hair=Dark Blue
|Eyes=Gold
|Song="Wolf" by Firrst Aid Kit
|Profile=In process
|Description=Kurt Wagner is a lithe man, standing a few inches under six feet tall, but due to his build, he is in a perpetual slouch, bringing him down to about 5'9". Built like a gymnast, he is all lithe muscle and sleek lines, though due to his particular mutation, there are a few extra muscles in his back, giving him an extra bit of limberness. Short, fuzzy blue fur covers the entirety of his body, pointed ears that cause some to say 'elf' and others 'demon', glowing yellow eyes with neither iris nor pupil and a three foot long prehensile tail tipped with a spade. Add in three fingered hands and odd two-toed feet and you have a man that could summon a deep, visceral fear of demons. Kurt wears a pair of jeans tailored to his specific needs, a button-down shirt, and a pair of sneakers, again cut and designed for his unique feet. Normally, he does not allow his tail to hang down, just to take care of others' delicate sensibilities.
|History=Kurt Wagner was born in Germany to the shapeshifting mutant Mystique and alledgedly Baron Christian Wagner. In reality, his mother had an affair with the demon-like, nigh immortal mutant Azazel. He was to be raised as the Baron's son with all that entailed. The Baron grew suspicious, but before things could be confirmd, he died suddenly. When Kurt was born, his mother lost control of her powers and that, coupled with Kurt's appearance, outed her and brought down a mob. Complete with torches and pitchforks. In the ensuing flight, Mystique sought to save herself, and threw Kurt down a cliff and into the river. There are those that say that his mother did it blindly, and others say that Azazel knew Kurt would be thrown and caught him only to give him to his then current lover, Margali Szardos. Kurt did not perish, but survived, and he was found by a traveling circus's fortuneteller Margali Szardos. Kurt was raised with her two biological children, formin positive relationships with them as a family. At the same time, he was trained as an acrobat and began performing in the circus as a young teenager, using his natural agility to the benefit of the circus. As he aged to adulthood, he drew smaller and smaller crowds, the owner of the circus, Herr Getmann planned to sell Kurt. With the help of his foster mother and Armen Freilich, he escaped. Not before accidentally setting the place abaze by spilling a torch. As he was chased into the forest, one of Getmann's goons was about to shoot Kurt i the face when he teleported for the first time, escaping the second angry mob of his short life. Two days later, he found himself entering a small church under the care of, ironcly, Father Wagner. He was welcomed and fed and cared for. In exchange, Kurt did manual labor for the church and was happy for a time. One evening Freilich burst into the church, being chased by Getmann's squad of bruisers. The Father attempted to settle things peacefully, but the goons instead lit the church on fire. Kurt teleported Armen to a nearby farm before he returned to deliver a sound thrashing to the Getmann himself. The Father implored Kurt to hold back, and that was the oppertunity the men needed to try and kill Kurt. It was at that time, finally, that Xavier showed up and altered the men's memories to believe Kurt dead. A few years later, the circus was purchased and Kurt was to be placed in the freak show of the new, American owned show. He left in disgust, returning to Germany. He found his foster brother had murdered some children. He tracked Stephan down and fought with him, accidentally breaking his neck and inciting mob number three. Xavier showed again, psionicly paralyzing the crowd and recruited Kurt into the X-Men and his school. Since then, Kurt has lived and worked at the Mansion, at the School, and most importantly, as an X-Men as a living, breathing embodiment of their 'live' code. He not only protects mutants from humans, but also protects humans from mutants that might seek to harm them.
|Personality=Kurt Wagner is study in opposites. He is a man of faith, though he appears to be of demonic origin. A man of compassion, though his best friend has the ability to kill without regard. He is a man who is willing to fight for the ideals of peace and to protect others, though the chances are better than even that most would consider his life forfeit. He has a love of adventure and can be a bit of an adrenaline junkie. With his powers and physiology, it makes such things easy. A lover of the spontaneous and exciting, he's a big fan of swashbuckling fiction and fancies himself to be such a man as well. Wielding three swords at once doesn't hurt either. Kurt also has a 'great' sense of humor. He enjoys joking and pulling harmless pranks. Especially on his closest friends and allies. He has been known to have prank challenges at the school; sometimes he wins, sometimes he loses... but it's always in good fun. (He was also the creator of 'Mutant ball'... no holds barred, all out game of ball where all mutant powers are allowed.) Kurt is a devout Catholic. If he is not at the mansion, he is in the Parish church. He celebrates Mass at least twice a week, and is a regular in confession. There was a time when he'd considered studying for the cloth, but he decided against it. If any jewelry can be found on him, it is a small gold crucifix that hangs about his neck. Despite his appearance, Kurt is quite charming and plays the gallant well. He is rarely without something appropriate to say, and he is always kind and courteous. Also, he rarely swears. If 'Verdammt'comes out of his mouth, things have gone very badly.
|Abilities='''CAMOUFLAGE''' He has limited abilities to blend into shadows, both as a result of his dark fur and his connection to the light-bending attributes of the Brimstone Dimension '''FLEXIBLE BONE STRUCTURE''' Nightcrawler's bone structure allows him great flexibility. He can remain in a crouched position for a long time and perform contortionist type feats without causing any damage to his spine. '''NIGHT VISION''' Kurt's glowing eyes grant him exceptional night vision without hampering his ability to see in the light. '''PREHENSILE TAIL''' His tail is strong enough to not only support his own weight but also lift an adult man completely off the ground. It is deft enough to fight with a sword or other melee weapon. '''SPATIAL AWARENESS''' Kurt has a very limited subconscious extrasensory ability that prevents him from teleporting himself so that any part of his body would materialize below the surface of the local ground. Because this ability is so limited, however, Nightcrawler will not teleport into any place that he cannot see or has not seen in the past. '''SUPERHUMAN AGILITY''' Kurt's physiology gives him more agility than any human limits would allow. '''SUPERHUMAN REFLEXES''' Kurt's reaction time is beyond baseline human limits. '''TELEPORTATION''' Kurt has the ability to teleport himself, the clothes he is wearing, and within limits a certain amount of additional mass which is in contact with him. He teleports by displacing himself into the Brimstone Dimension, traveling through it, and then returning to his own dimension at a certain distance from his point of departure. He consciously determines his point of return. It is taxing on himself and whoever he takes with him. This makes it an effective combat tactic to grab an opponent and teleport them with him a few times, wearing them out. '''WALL CRAWLING''' Due to micro suction discs on his hands and feet, Kurt can stick to and climb walls.
|Skills='''ACROBATICS''' Kurt is a very mobile individual. With his training as a circus acrobat couples with his mutant abilities and power, he can bounce across a battlefield in seconds and back again. '''EDUCATION''' Despite not having a true formal education, Kurt is quite knowledgable. From religious texts and philosophy, to the humanities, Kurt has largely educated himself over the years. In his downtime, he's often found with a book in hand. '''MEDIC''' Kurt is learned in the ways of Emergency First Aid. He has the knowledge of how to stop bleeding, splint limbs and such. He is only a 'first responder' and has no real training after that. '''PILOT''' Kurt is something of an accomplished pilot; he is more than capable of flying the Blackbird, at any rate. Teleportation gives him that added ability of spacial orientation. '''SOCIAL GRACES''' Kurt has had training in the social graces. He knows courtly manners, Romani manners, and has exemplary modern manners. he knows his way around a formal meal. He can dance, and he knows proper greetings. Kurt speaks English, German, Romani, Japanese and French fluently. '''SWORDSMANSHIP''' Kurt is an expert fencer. He is equally comfortable wielding one blade, one in each hand, or one in both hands and one with his tail. He can do this flat on the ground or while sticking to walls at odd angles.
|Resources='''BAMFS''' Five blue fuzzy balls of 'bamf'. These little guys are about 2' tall, and look almost exactly like Kurt only in chibi form. They're little naked imps with prehensile tails that can teleport (and unlike Kurt, can teleport blindly). More often than not, they're at Kurt's beck and call, and only Kurt truly understands what it is they're saying when they speak. They're very intelligent and have been known to steal things like toasters, hair dryers and such, only to make dimension portals with the parts. If something is missing, the chances are good that one of the bamfs took it. '''SWORDS''' Kurt has a collection of blades. Most are fencing weapons. He does know how to use them. '''XAVIER'S SCHOOL''' As a staff member and member of the X-Men, Kurt has access to the facilities and equipment on the premises of the school, including mundane vehicles, access to the Danger Room and occasional rides on the Blackbird.
|Weaknesses='''FAITH''' Kurt's devout faith can be used against him. He does not like to hurt people if he can manage it, and he will go out of his way to protect others even if it endangers him. Mocking acts and rampant blasphemy will engage his temper as well, making him act foolishly. '''NEYAPHEM''' Kurt is part Neyaphem, a mutant with demon blood. He cannot take the blood of a Cheyarafim (healing blood of an Angel.. Warren, looking at you!). If their blood was mixed, Kurt would be in a great deal of pain and/or torment. '''NON-LETHAL''' Kurt will not take a life, nor will he allow one taken in his name or in his cause. He believes that all life is sacred and that all souls can be saved up until that point of dying. Because of this, he will pull his punches and do what he can to incapacitate rather than kill. '''PHYSICAL''' Kurt, for all his speed, agility and powers is no tougher or enduring than the average incredibly fit human being. Bullets and blades will make him bleed. He can be hurt and killed just like anyone else. If you can catch him.
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[[Category:X-Men]]
[[Category:Xavier's School]]

Negasonic Teenage Warhead

2017-11-12T22:52:33Z

OldLiu:

{{CharacterNew
|NameOnMUSH=Negasonic
|Color=#ffff00
|TextColor=#000000
|Char_id=281
|Img=http://40.media.tumblr.com/b8ea41d967d7242f1d1da710d3870320/tumblr_o316lwqWZG1uasa0go1_500.jpg
|FullName=Ellie Phimister
|Gender=Female
|Species=Mutant
|Theme=Marvel
|Chartype=FC
|Active=Active
|Occupation=Student
|Groups=[[Xavier's School]]
|Quote="Which benefits? The matching unitards? The house that blows up every few years?"
|PAge=15
|AAge=15
|DOB=23 September 2009
|Height=160 cm (5'2")
|Weight=43 kg (94 lbs)
|Hair=Black
|Eyes=Brown
|Actor=Brianna Hildebrand
|Song="Negasonic Teenage Warhead" by Monster Magnet - https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aKj5cJ9_KSg
|Profile=Ellie Phimister was born in Genosha. It sucked. Luckily her parents took her to a real country for her 13th birthday, USA. Spoiler alert: mutants powers tend to emerge on their 13th birthday. Long story short, her parents are dead and she got stuck in the child services system. Newsflash: once powers emerge, they kinda stay there. Foster home didn't last too long either. Twist of Fate: Xavier's crew was able to intervene and take Ellie with them before she landed into real trouble. They been training her in using her explosive powers, and she was allowed to pick her own superhero name. The best one ever in fact: Negasonic Teenage Warhead. Don't believe me? Ask Deadpool!
|Description=Though relatively small at only 160 cm (5'3"), the young teenager before you strikes quite an imposing figure. Not so much scary, as much as goth, and drawing an intentional anti-social allusions with her look. Her black hair is shorn, Sinead O'Connor style, at least she never has to worry about bad hair day. Her left ear is graced with a row of 5 small silver hooped earring, from the earlobe and up her ear. Her nose is also pierced, beset with a ball hoop nose ring. Her makeup befits her goth styling, featuring black eyeliner and black lipstick. All in all she wears a look about her face that says she's not interested. Everything is boring, lame, or otherwise a waste of time. She's currently dressed in her X-Men outfit, a very New Mutant reminiscent one suggesting she's one of the younger X-Men. It's a black and yellow unitard, black on the bottom and sides and yellow at center and shoulders. There's a tight Chinese collar cinched with an X insignia featuring button. The same X sigil is also present on the shoulders, as some kind of shock absorber. A yellow canvas web belt is cinched tightly around her waist, the clasp also featuring an X emblem. But at least she was allowed some personal touches too, like her black leather fingerless gloves, her knee high black boots, and of course that kick ass long leather jacket, decorated with punkish pyramid studs and spikes along the upper arm and shoulders.
|History=Ellie Phimister was born in Genosha, and she absolutely hated it. She hated a lot of things in life, actually. She found it hard to make friends, she wasn't very good with social skills, and she saw in movies how much better other places were and how much more fun they were. Movies are what lead Ellie to develop an obsession with going to America, namely the United States of America. Whenever her parents asked her what she wanted for her birthday, she kept telling them she wanted to see America. Eventually, they couldn't say no, and promised to take her there for her 13th birthday. Ellie's 13th birthday was the first one in a long time she was actually longing for and when the day arrived, her parents stayed true to their promise and took her on an awesome trip abroad! Sadly, Ellie turned out to be a mutant, and as her powers emerged during a coast to coast drive, she totally exploded, killing both her parents and destroying their ride. Investigators called it a terrorist attack, with little evidence to go by, and Ellie who was now orphaned was taken by the Child Services program, who soon found her a foster home. Turns out she still remained a mutant, because after a period of keeping her newfound power in control, she once again lost control, and this time an entire house exploded sky high. Oh, and she also killed more innocents. Two times is when investigators start to rule out coincidences, but lucky for her, a team from Xavier's School came to the rescue after detecting her through Cerebro. They had a telepath with them, and they quickly arranged for Ellie to go with them, keeping her free of trouble. Needless to say, Ellie, who was quite terrified of the inexplicable explosions that started to happen around her was eager to know the reason behind it, and joined Xavier's as a student. She was taught how to use her powers, how to control them, and how to get better at it. In time they even let her pick a codename like all the X-Men had, and she picked the coolesst name ever: Negasonic Teenage Warhead. And so the saga begins...
|Personality=From a young age Ellie found it difficult to connect with people, either by other kids being mean, or by not having well developed social skills, she wound up as a loner in kindergarten, in elementary school, at every step it seems it was her against the world. People didn't get her. Maybe the goth culture she adapted for herself, and her manner of dress helped, but she's gotten quite anti-social. In order to deflect any criticism towards her anti-social behaviour, for instance from teachers trying to get her to open up and try and win some friends, she developed the perfect weapon. Sarcasm and mean comments. Nothing makes a teacher stop concerning about your antisocial behaviour like telling her she'd have far less friends herself if she wasn't such an easy lay. Oh, did I forget to mention rude? Yeah, Negasonic is also rude. Not necessarily to hurt feelings, so much as to distance people from her, it's just easier that way. Ultimately, though she won't admit it to anyone, Ellie is scarred from having killed her parents, having killed her adopted parents, and at times feeling like she doesn't deserve to live. Her dealing mechanism just happens to be goth subculture, and trying to look tough as nails so nobody ever realizes how damaged she really is.
|Abilities='''FORCE BUBBLE''' Like all mutants, Ellie is immune to her own power, the way her body handles it is by generating a force field around her that is sufficent to withstand an explosion of her current charge level. That's how she can use herself as a super speed battering ram, a launched missile, or just produce and explosion where she stands without killing herself. It's how she survived the explosions she created inadvertantly while killing her parents, and then her foster parents, oh, and their house. '''KINETIC EXPLOSIONS''' Negasonic core power is to charge up and generate kinetic energy within her which she can unleash it at any point. The more she charges, the greater the kinetic explosion that ensues. When she starts charging up, flames will start to erupt around her body, from a certain point her eyes gain a fiery glow, and in time a small explosions start to erupt around her. The most common use of this power is to detonate in any given direction to harm enemies, shatter concrete walls, send vehicles flying. She can also direct it all around like a sphere, with the place she stands being the center of the explosion. On a low level charge, she can knock people through walls, on a higher level she can destroy a car, on even higher, a tank. As a general rule she can increase the force of her explosions by 1 ton per 1 second of charge. In Xavier School teachers have theorized that her limit is likely at the level of a nuclear explosion, but for obvious reasons, she was forbidden to ever try and reach her full potential. If anything, control is stressed over pushing higher limits of damage. '''MINIMALLY CONTROLLED FLIGHT''' By using the technique for Missile Launch power, and exerting the energy immediately, she forms a streak of flames behind her much like Cannonball does, allowing her to achieve flight. The problem is that the sheer force of the thrust from constantly releasing the kinetic energy as she charges it leads to very mediocre maneuverability, so she can't turn on a dime, and more often then not winds up crash landing. '''SUPER SPEED''' When charged up with kinetic energy, Negasonic can deplete it in the form of shooting herself like a bullet, accelerating her running speed into superhuman levels. She most often uses this to turn herself into a battering ram and directly crash into enemies. She usually tops at about 300 MPH with sufficent charge. She totally comes in like a wrecking ball. '''WMD''' One of the uses that Negasonic has for her powers, is to shoot herself into the air with one of her explosions, and using the resistance resulting from the launch to super charge her kinetic energy, effectively turning herself into an actual warhead. By the time she comes crashing down at her target, she forms double the destruction for her charge. So generally 2 ton per 1 second of charge. The only problem with this feat, is that it tends to exhaust her, and more often than not she'll knock herself out from exertion. Oh, and she tends to leave a crater just like a real warhead.
|Skills='''PUSHING BUTTONS''' Ellie had been a subject to bullying in school, she never had any friends to stand up for her, so she had to learn to stand up for herself. Developing an abrasive personality aside, she became really good at mean comments, insulting quips, and generally finding a way to push a button on any given person. '''SOCIAL MEDIA EXPERT''' The most precious device in Ellie's life is her smartphone. She has been using these things for years, and she knows everything there is to know about them. The best apps, the hacks to get the most out of them, and precisely how social media works. If she actually choose to apply herself, she could do some kickass SEO and Social Media campaigns for companies and probably make a good earning. But she couldn't care any less, so it's a wasted potential, still, she knows her stuff in the online world. She also texts at record pace without needing a superpower. She's pro, yo. '''XAVIER'S TRAINING''' Athletics: As a student at Xavier's, Ellie gets regular exercise and is constantly pushed to better herself physically, so she can perform on X-Men missions she's allowed to join. She does exceptionally well at sprinting, as she regularly uses sprinting in the battering ram application of her powers. Combat: As a student at Xavier's, Ellie is a competent hand to hand combatant. While she may not be challenging Iron Fist anytime soon, she can hold her own in a street fight. Naturally, mostly used for self defense, her go to offensive is to go Negasonic Teenage Warhead on people.
|Resources='''SMARTPHONE''' The one device that makes Ellie feel alive, unlike this world filled with douches, the smartphone has a plenthora that connects her to the internet, where she can surf social media like a pro, find likeminded people who can feel like a good substitute to real friends, and of course, offend idiots who deserve (mostly at least). Woe to the person who confiscates her phone. '''XAVIER'S SCHOOL''' As a student at Xavier's there are those who genuinely look after Ellie and care about her, and she can also use some of the resources the school makes available. She may never admit it, but she's happy being in a place she can call home.
|Weaknesses=-'''EXPLOSIVE POWER''' When Negasonic uses her powers, everyone in a pretty wide radius can tell. They're not exactly subtle, so if anyone who knows about her is looking for her, it'll be a dead giveaway. If Friends of Humanity type goons are looking for a mutant to pick on, using her powers will be a beacon for them if they're around. '''INTERNET ADDICT''' While some may scoof at the notion, Ellie is addicted to the online world of the internet, she constantly checks her facebook, twitter, instagram, etc'. She needs to know what her online friends think, and if she were detached from it all and forced to live in the real world, where she has no friends, well, she wouldn't like it very much. Her phone is her refuge for a reason, it allows her a place to feel like she's just like everyone else. As opposed to the real world, where she feels like a freak and tries to push everyone away. She'll go as far as to delay a fight to finish one last post on twitter. '''ISOLATED''' While Ellie keeps to her goth affinities and presents herself as a bleak, unlikeable person with how she tries to offend everyone with her mean comments, it's all an act. She wants to be liked, she wants to have friends, but early in life she failed in all those things and got a lingering emotional scar from childhood. She believes she can't have all those things, so rather than acknowledge what lacking social skills she has, she instead pushes everyone away. She mitigates some of her loneliness through her phone and social media, but for the most part she feels alone in the world, and she hates it. This is made all the worse when she sees some of the other teens who are social butterflies, nothing annoys her more. '''NIGHTMARES''' Having been responsible for the death of her parents, ruining the family's dream vacation, and then also killing the nice foster parents who looked after her, Ellie suffers from regular nightmares. She sees their faces, sees the incidents of their death, and drowns in guilt. Perhaps it is these nightmares that made her settle all the more into the goth culture. Maybe part of why she isolates herself has to do with these nightmares. She rarely gets a good night's sleep. '''TEENAGE WARHEAD''' Funny that she choose that codename for herself, because Negasonic is just that even without her powers. She's an angsty teen, who thinks she knows best, and has major issues with authority figures -- grown ups in particular -- trying to tell her how to behave and what to do. She is often rebellious and gives a world of headaches to her teachers and chaperones when she either refuses to play along or explodes in anger. Which to be fair is much better than actual kinetic explosions she can produce with her powers.
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[[Category:Xavier's School]]

Marvel Girl

2017-11-12T22:46:38Z

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{{CharacterNew
|NameOnMUSH=Rachel Grey
|Color=#333
|TextColor=#c1c1c1
|Char_id=762
|Img=https://i.imgur.com/dfEexE8.jpg
|FullName=Rachel Anne Grey-Summers
|Gender=Female
|Species=Mutant
|Theme=Marvel
|Chartype=FC
|Active=Active
|Occupation=It's Complicated
|Groups=[[X-Men]] [[Xavier's School]]
|Quote="Sometimes, kiddo, the choices aren't clear-cut, or easy. And the victories aren't absolute. Sometimes, you have to settle for a draw."
|DOB=Also Complicated
|Height=170 cm
|Weight=57 kg
|Hair=Red
|Eyes=Green
|Actor=Ruby Rose
|Song="Veteran of the Psychic Wars" - Blue Oyster Cult
|Profile=A refugee from a dead, dystopian branch of time, Rachel Grey has spent most of her life living from tragedy to tragedy. In a desperate bid to save her time, she tapped into the immense wellspring of power at her command to project herself backwards through time... only to find herself stranded in a past different from her own. Her timeline now divergent and adrift from the main flow of things, Rachel finds herself a stranger in a strange land, desperate to belong in a time where she simply does not and saddled with the scars of a traumatic life... a fact further complicated by the indelible mark of the Phoenix Force upon her soul.
|Description=Fiery red hair, vibrant green eyes, average height -- if Rachel reminds people strikingly of someone, it's probably just coincidence. Her similarities to a certain Phoenix-wielding mutant are hard to deny, if only largely superficial and definitely not significant in any way. In bearing, Rachel carries herself aggressively and with a wary distrust and uncertainty that is hard to hide. Her hair is short, done up in a pixie cut that leaves her mess of red bangs falling haphazard over her brow, and those green eyes are made all the more noticeable by the dark kohl that line them, often possessed of a reserved look that merely adds to the jaded feel she exudes, and her lips are often colored some dark shade of red. Slender and toned like someone who's had to know how to fight her whole life, Rachel's choice of clothes are often mercurial and can change, quite literally, on a dime, even in the midst of combat. The joys of ridiculous telekinesis. While on the field, however, she typically favors leather. And spikes. Probably best not to wonder why. Currently, that stylistic choice involves a black leather, collared top, the choker and banded sleeves beset by a long series of steel spikes, said sleeves ending with yellow Xs at the backs of her hand. The top is designed with a yellow pattern down its center, cropped just below the ribs to expose her stomach until a pair of black leather leggings completes the look, ending in a pair of black heeled boots. Though often hidden, in times of duress or otherwise, the marks of the Hound can be seen on Rachel -- ugly, black-red brands that cover her face and make explicit her past as a hunter and killer of her own kind, even if their significance is relevant only to her. It's a physical manifestation of her guilt! How symbolic! And also just tragic.
|History=Rachel Anne Grey-Summers comes from a future that should not exist. Born to a branch of time where Jean Grey merged with the Phoenix Force instead of apparently dying and being replaced by it, Rachel would ultimately be born of a result of that cosmic union. Child of Jean Grey and Scott Summers, Rachel was born with an unbreakable bond to the Phoenix Force, a fact that never ends well for literally anyone. This universal fact would pan out in the end when anti-mutant Senator Robert Kelly ended up assassinated; while one might assume that'd be an overall plus for mutantkind, the paranoia and hatred this even inspired became widespread and pervasive. Robert Kelly became a martyr for the cause of mutant genocide, leading to widespread persecution made official with the election of a president running almost entirely on an anti-mutant platform. The final straw would be the event that killed Rachel's mother -- a nuclear detonation in Pittsburg caused by the mutant supervillain, Mastermind. It wasn't difficult for the Mutant Registration Act and other genetic purity acts to glide effortlessly through the Houses, turning the X-Men into fugitives and giving free reign for the runaway military budget to be invested into practical things, like heavily armed giant robots designed explicitly to hunt and kill mutants. By the end of it, the United States had successfully purged not just mutants, but most known superbeings, and Rachel's father numbered amongst their ranks. During this time, Rachel had been under the care and supervision of Xavier's. But inevitably, the school would be the target of the government's anti-mutant agenda, and when they came, they came knocking with artillery and semi-autonomous hunter-killer robots in lieu of torches and pitchforks. In the aftermath, Rachel Grey was one of the sole survivors, forced to watch as Charles Xavier was killed before her eyes. And in the end, it certainly was not charity that saved her. Abducted, Rachel was drugged, tortured, brainwashed, and eventually branded with the Marks of the Hound, becoming one of Ahab's most prized Hounds, mutants forced to hunt other mutants. Leashed and heavily conditioned, Rachel was sent out to hunt and kill her own kind -- more than a few of them her friends. The nature of her powers scarred these memories into her psyche on a profound level -- the grief and stress and simple pain of the regular torture she was inflicted (literally, Ahab was - shockingly - not a good boss) eventually helped her to break free, maiming Ahab in the process (because, again, horrible boss)... but the emotional scars the time left behind would last a lifetime. Her freedom earned, Rachel eventually met up with other surviving mutants, forming a nascent rebellion that was also doomed to end horribly. It was during this time that Rachel learned more of her connection to the Phoenix Force. While they tried their best, everything would go awry when they attempted to sabotage a secret government project to create godlike supersentinels called the Nimrod Project (because apparently 'you won, mutants are basically extinct' means you have to ratchet up the hate machine even more). An attempt to destroy it with a nuclear weapon on the part of her world's Kitty Pryde failed, and when they found themselves locked in a room with no escape (phase-proof walls are, apparently, a thing), Kitty used the stress and desperation from Rachel to fuel her friend's powers and send her hurtling backwards through time to a point she could help prevent this from ever happening. And so she arrived, joined the X-Men, explained her situation (while keeping the nature of her parentage secret because OF COURSE no one would put two and two together on that one), and learned she was sent back to a different timestream. And that her timeline was a divergent anomaly and basically a vestigial dead-end in the great scheme of timespace. And that her parents never hooked up here so technically she doesn't exist. So, yeah. Things aren't great.
|Personality=Rachel Grey has not had an easy life. In fact, it's basically been the opposite; almost every major event in her life has been traumatic in some way, and the scars of her childhood carry with her through to the present. Rachel is troubled, with deep emotional scars -- and while she tries to put on a strong front, these issues define much of what and who Rachel Grey is. If there's anything Rachel is, it's jaded. She has been hurt by the world, repeatedly, and it carries over to deep issues of mistrust, especially with humans. She is prone towards pragmatism and suspicion if only because they became a necessary component for survival; in a lot of ways, she sees the worst in everyone, and getting her to open up and trust is a difficult prospect because of her deep-seated vulnerabilities. In the same vein, Rachel has phenomenal difficulties letting people get close to her or expressing herself on most emotional levels. Opening yourself up to people, in Rachel's experience, is a sure-fire way to get them killed, and she would rather save herself the hurt by trying to shut herself off completely. She can socialize, she can interact with others -- but trying to bond is another matter entirely, and any attempts at normalcy on her part are largely stunted by her wealth of emotional issues and insecurities, a fact that's led her to even avoiding trying to connect with her parents in this timeline... a fact not helped by how sheerly different everything is here, making her feel ever-more adrift and out of place and only exacerbating these problems. For those she does manage to connect with, Rachel tends to be fiercely -- perhaps obsessively -- protective of, because frankly, she has very real and justified fears of losing them given all her past experiences. Rachel hides all these vulnerabilities largely through a veneer of sarcasm and a hot-headed flare for recklessness. Her experiences have lended her a personality that can often drive her to do things others would consider morally questionable at best because it was simply the way things had to be in her time, and more than that -- she worries over the consequences for this world if she -doesn't- take those actions she sees as necessary. It lends her towards an impulsive personality, constantly trying to both protect this time from becoming like hers -and- proving herself as someone capable of protecting the things she cares about, a double-edged sword born out of her repeated failures to do so in the past. But despite all these flaws, Rachel truly does care. Cares too much, perhaps. Sarcastic and jaded, she is still stubbornly willful and determined, and wants nothing more than for this timeline to avoid the mistakes that led to her own. She does, truly, take after her parents.. but the problems she is sadled with are not ones that can be solved so easily.
|Abilities='''CHRONOKINESIS''' Perhaps a real testament both to her abilities and her unfocused and unskilled nature, Rachel's psychic abilities don't just affect space, but time as well. Rachel has the potential to project past events through people and objects, and move both forwards and backwards throughtime, as well as other rudimentary temporal manipulations. Through something called chronoskimming, Rachel can transplant a person's mind through time to a younger or older version of themselves or close ancestors or descendants temporarily. However, Rachel cannot accomplish any of these feats on her own right now, perhaps ever, save under extreme duress -- such as the dystopian, hopeless context that brought her to shuttle herself back in time to present day out of desperation. Her only temporal ability is a fourth dimensional pulse that Rachel transmits subconsciously, shielding her from alterations in the timestream: Rachel remembers when time is altered, and knows what has been changed and how it used to be. '''EMPATHY''' Through her psychic gifts, Rachel is able to perceive and manipulation the sensations and emotions of others. These gifts are strong but unskilled, and she does not quite have the fine-tuned control that others might have -- often, she has to work just to block out the emotions of others from affecting her because of how sensitive and widespread the radius of her gifts can be. '''PHOENIX HOST''' The Phoenix, a cosmic entity of change and life itself. Because of the nature of her conception, Rachel was born with a piece of the Phoenix Force bonded to her. Rachel is destined to one day be a host for the evolutionary abstract entity thanks to the indelible bond they share. She is drawn to it, and vice versa -- Rachel can generally sense the presence of the Phoenix Force, and though she doesn't truly grasp the implications of why this is, it ironically makes her better capable of intuitively channeling it in the event it does possess her. '''PYROKINESIS''' The ability to generate, control, and intensify flames with one's mind. Rachel's pretty good at it, which is kind of a no-brainer when you consider who she is and who her mom is and what that gigantic flaming cosmic bird over there signifies for her entire family. Her fine-tune control with this, like with most things, isn't all that great -- she can mostly use it bluntly, increasing temperatures or generating high-heat flames in her immediate vicinity, which quickly taper off the further they get from her. At her full potential, Rachel can control flames from further distances, as well as being able to control and utilize 'cosmic fire' -- essentially drawing ambient heat from stars and other celestial bodies to be able to produce something similar enough to flames in space, on a whole different level of intensities and scale, though with most things, she has not the means or training to really manage this consistently, at the moment. '''TELEKINESIS''' Rachel is an immensely powerful telekinetic, able to move and manipulate matter on macro and microscopic levels. Generally speaking, Rachel can control things at a molecular level, from moving massive objects to something as simple and subtle as changing her clothes into different outfits. Amongst other things, she can achieve flight, create force fields, and generate blasts or conjure weapons of pure, psychokinetic force as well as generating and manipulating flame. Rachel's full potential is virtually unlimited, possibly constrained only by the limits of her imagination. At her best, tapping into the vast reservoir of untapped power at her command, she can manipulate matter at a sub-atomic level and create cosmic phenomenon like generating miniature black holes; she is even capable of altering her genetic code, essentially changing her very nature, as well as alter surrounding matter to transmute materials into something else (wood to gold, and etc.). '''TELEPATHY''' Like her mother, Rachel is an Omega-level telepath. Like most of her powers, this is skill is woefully unrefined however, often putting her at tiers lower than she should rightfully be. Rachel can manipulate the cognitive processes of others towards a variety of ends, projecting telepathic messages, reading and altering thoughts and memories. She can create mind-links between people, and generate psionic energy offensively, disrupting brain function or tweaking the nervous system for jolts of pain or otherwise, and project herself into the astral plane, amongst other things. The full potential of Rachel's powers make her one of the strongest minds in the world, on a level if not beyond telepaths like Charles Xavier. There's very little that she cannot do with her powers when she is actually capable of using her true potential, both able to suppress and amplify superpowers, swap minds between people, and track mutants based on thought patterns across vast distances (though for obvious reasons, Rachel has an aversion to this). This potential, however, is largely untapped, much like most of her powers.
|Skills='''COMBAT''' You don't live through a dystopian future without learning how to fight your way through it. And having been - unwittingly - part of both sides of the apocalyptic equation, Rachel has become very good at fighting. She combines different styles taught to her by different people, usually going for whatever feels most effective for the situation -- but she has no true close quarters style she calls her own. She's also relatively adept with a variety of weapons, both melee and ranged. Like a good future Summers child ought to. '''MECHANIC''' Rachel is fairly good with machines of various stripes, and knows how to repair them if necessary, from vehicles to more complex machinery. She's far from a master of the trade -- but she at very least knows what she's doing. '''QUICK STUDY''' Whether thanks to the power of her mind or developed as a necessity of survival, Rachel Grey is very adept at swiftly picking up skills and knowledge to the point that she can intuitively grasp an act or skillset just by observing it. She has learned to pick locks simply by watching Storm, and has disseminated complex fighting styles just through watching people spar to the point that she can replicate it almost perfectly. It's practically photographic memory; suffice to say, Rachel is a very quick learner. '''TRACKING''' She doesn't like to think about it, she doesn't like to make use of any aspect of it, but Rachel spent a considerable amount of time as the prized mutant hunter-killer of Ahab, his lead Hound. The scars still linger as deeply as the skills: Rachel is adept at tracking people and things across long distances, both with her powers and conventionally looking for all manners of trails by which to look for them. If she wants to, Rachel can generally find someone, even if they don't want to be found. It's just that she so very wants to. Trauma is like that.
|Resources='''XAVIER'S SCHOOL''' Rachel is a recent transplant, having been discovered and taken in by them when both her temporal and mutant signature was discovered upon being hurtled into the (wrong) past. While she hasn't been forthcoming about all the specifics of her timeline (her time as a Hound and her parentage, in particular) she makes no secret that she is from some manner of horrible future, and has been afforded the school's safety and protection. As a fledgling X-Man and a member of the institute, Rachel is afforded all the basic amenities one could expect, as well as all the resources afforded to a member of the X-Men. All the other multitudes of problems with her situation aside, it's kind of nice, having an actual home, protected by like, five different billionaires.
|Weaknesses='''DON'T BE CRY''' Being a rage-filled, brainwashed living weapon for most of your life can kind of stunt your social skills. Part of Rachel wants to just be a normal girl, but she's never going to be able to be entirely normal, a fact that frustrates her endlessly. She can be hopelessly awkward in social situations, and has difficulty addressing situations that challenge her emotionally in any way, a fact that has led her to, amongst other things, hide the nature of her parentage simply because she just doesn't know how to deal. Emotionally stunted is probably a nice way to put it. Rachel has a lot of problems to sort through before she can properly people. '''FOCUS''' A psionic, Rachel is entirely dependent on her ability to concentrate to use her powers. Losing her focus means losing her ability to effectively use her powers, and considering that she is a powder keg of emotional issues and past traumas, that's not necessarily a hard thing to achieve. Poor, poor woobie Rachel. '''MUTANT''' Rachel is a mutant. She's not an obvious one, though times of high stress reveal the Marks of the Hound branded upon her, ugly facial scars that make her more recognizable. Regardless, her nature as a mutant makes her a target by people who would like to exploit her, or kill her, because despite the world being filled with about ten dozen different metahuman varieties, mutants are definitely still the true threat to mankind, or something. It's a complex issue, okay? '''PHOENIX HOST''' The Phoenix Force and Rachel are tied together in a way that can't be broken. Though she is not its host, she understands it on an instinctual level, and has the potential to house it in the event it ever requires it. This is not always a good thing. Beyond the fact that the Phoenix is about as tempestuous as an abstract cosmic god-thing that lives forever outside the bounds of conventional logic and purges worlds on unknowable whims can be expected to be, Rachel's nature makes her a target of anyone who either wishes to use the Phoenix's power for their own ends... or holds grudges against it, probably for reasons relating to its temperamental abstract cosmic god-thing that lives forever outside the bounds of conventional logic and purges worlds on unknowable whims... thing. '''PTSD''' Rachel has been through much in her short life. She watched a great man die right in front of her eyes as a child before being abducted, tortured, branded and brainwashed with extensive and invasive tampering until she was turned into a living weapon and forced to kill mutants -- many of whom were once friends and loved ones. To say she's had a hard life would be a tremendous understatement, and her time as a Hound of Ahab has saddled Rachel with a considerable post-traumatic stress disorder. Certain circumstances and contexts, phrases and people, will trigger flashbacks and anxiety attacks in Rachel, and can sometimes render her unable to properly function at the worst of times -- or worse yet, will trigger more extreme reactions to try to get rid of the problem. '''TIME DISPLACED''' Rachel does not belong in this timeline. It's not even a matter of being from the future: her desperate jaunt backwards displaced her into an entirely different timeline where events have transpired in a way very different from her home time. The knowledge that not only is this time different, but her own divergent and basically a temporal dead end making her very existence anomalous, is disheartening enough -- but everything about this world is different in ways that can unsettle her like a temporal version of culture shock. People, places, things, events -- they are all similar enough to be all the more jarring for their differences, sometimes blatant... and sometimes subtle enough that she can find herself tricked or in a poor spot from believing something or someone is different from what they really are in this time. Being from a dead future has very few actual benefits and tons of downsides. The More You Know! '''UNSKILLED''' A blunt hammer. That's probably the best way to describe Rachel. 'Runaway atomic bomb' might be better. Rachel Grey, while not entirely unskilled, is more or less all power with no true finesse. The simple fact is she's spent most of her time enslaved by mutant-hating humans and then the rest of the time was spent watching the people who -could- teach her be murdered in front of her eyes. Rachel requires training -- a lot of training -- until she can inherit the full breadth of her power. Until then, her more considerable capacities usually manifest themselves in times of high stress and desperation. Most of Rachel's considerable power remains untapped without the proper instruction on how to use it, leaving her with phenomenal cosmic powers that she mainly uses to manifest hammers to bludgeon people with. See? Blunt hammer.
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[[Category:X-Men]]
[[Category:Xavier's School]]

Marvel Girl

2017-11-12T22:46:04Z

OldLiu:

{{CharacterNew
|NameOnMUSH=Rachel Grey
|Color=#333
|TextColor=#c1c1c1
|Char_id=762
|Img=https://i.imgur.com/dfEexE8.jpg
|FullName=Rachel Anne Grey-Summers
|Gender=Female
|Species=Mutant
|Theme=Marvel
|Chartype=FC
|Active=Active
|Occupation=It's Complicated
|Groups=[[X-Men]] [[Xavier's School]]
|Quote="Sometimes, kiddo, the choices aren't clear-cut, or easy. And the victories aren't absolute. Sometimes, you have to settle for a draw."
|DOB=Also Complicated
|Height=170 cm
|Weight=57 kg
|Hair=Red
|Eyes=Green
|Actor=Ruby Rose
|Song="Veteran of the Psychic Wars" - Blue Oyster Cult
|Profile=A refugee from a dead, dystopian branch of time, Rachel Grey has spent most of her life living from tragedy to tragedy. In a desperate bid to save her time, she tapped into the immense wellspring of power at her command to project herself backwards through time... only to find herself stranded in a past different from her own. Her timeline now divergent and adrift from the main flow of things, Rachel finds herself a stranger in a strange land, desperate to belong in a time where she simply does not and saddled with the scars of a traumatic life... a fact further complicated by the indelible mark of the Phoenix Force upon her soul.
|Description=Fiery red hair, vibrant green eyes, average height -- if Rachel reminds people strikingly of someone, it's probably just coincidence. Her similarities to a certain Phoenix-wielding mutant are hard to deny, if only largely superficial and definitely not significant in any way. In bearing, Rachel carries herself aggressively and with a wary distrust and uncertainty that is hard to hide. Her hair is short, done up in a pixie cut that leaves her mess of red bangs falling haphazard over her brow, and those green eyes are made all the more noticeable by the dark kohl that line them, often possessed of a reserved look that merely adds to the jaded feel she exudes, and her lips are often colored some dark shade of red. Slender and toned like someone who's had to know how to fight her whole life, Rachel's choice of clothes are often mercurial and can change, quite literally, on a dime, even in the midst of combat. The joys of ridiculous telekinesis. While on the field, however, she typically favors leather. And spikes. Probably best not to wonder why. Currently, that stylistic choice involves a black leather, collared top, the choker and banded sleeves beset by a long series of steel spikes, said sleeves ending with yellow Xs at the backs of her hand. The top is designed with a yellow pattern down its center, cropped just below the ribs to expose her stomach until a pair of black leather leggings completes the look, ending in a pair of black heeled boots. Though often hidden, in times of duress or otherwise, the marks of the Hound can be seen on Rachel -- ugly, black-red brands that cover her face and make explicit her past as a hunter and killer of her own kind, even if their significance is relevant only to her. It's a physical manifestation of her guilt! How symbolic! And also just tragic.
|History=Rachel Anne Grey-Summers comes from a future that should not exist. Born to a branch of time where Jean Grey merged with the Phoenix Force instead of apparently dying and being replaced by it, Rachel would ultimately be born of a result of that cosmic union. Child of Jean Grey and Scott Summers, Rachel was born with an unbreakable bond to the Phoenix Force, a fact that never ends well for literally anyone. This universal fact would pan out in the end when anti-mutant Senator Robert Kelly ended up assassinated; while one might assume that'd be an overall plus for mutantkind, the paranoia and hatred this even inspired became widespread and pervasive. Robert Kelly became a martyr for the cause of mutant genocide, leading to widespread persecution made official with the election of a president running almost entirely on an anti-mutant platform. The final straw would be the event that killed Rachel's mother -- a nuclear detonation in Pittsburg caused by the mutant supervillain, Mastermind. It wasn't difficult for the Mutant Registration Act and other genetic purity acts to glide effortlessly through the Houses, turning the X-Men into fugitives and giving free reign for the runaway military budget to be invested into practical things, like heavily armed giant robots designed explicitly to hunt and kill mutants. By the end of it, the United States had successfully purged not just mutants, but most known superbeings, and Rachel's father numbered amongst their ranks. During this time, Rachel had been under the care and supervision of Xavier's. But inevitably, the school would be the target of the government's anti-mutant agenda, and when they came, they came knocking with artillery and semi-autonomous hunter-killer robots in lieu of torches and pitchforks. In the aftermath, Rachel Grey was one of the sole survivors, forced to watch as Charles Xavier was killed before her eyes. And in the end, it certainly was not charity that saved her. Abducted, Rachel was drugged, tortured, brainwashed, and eventually branded with the Marks of the Hound, becoming one of Ahab's most prized Hounds, mutants forced to hunt other mutants. Leashed and heavily conditioned, Rachel was sent out to hunt and kill her own kind -- more than a few of them her friends. The nature of her powers scarred these memories into her psyche on a profound level -- the grief and stress and simple pain of the regular torture she was inflicted (literally, Ahab was - shockingly - not a good boss) eventually helped her to break free, maiming Ahab in the process (because, again, horrible boss)... but the emotional scars the time left behind would last a lifetime. Her freedom earned, Rachel eventually met up with other surviving mutants, forming a nascent rebellion that was also doomed to end horribly. It was during this time that Rachel learned more of her connection to the Phoenix Force. While they tried their best, everything would go awry when they attempted to sabotage a secret government project to create godlike supersentinels called the Nimrod Project (because apparently 'you won, mutants are basically extinct' means you have to ratchet up the hate machine even more). An attempt to destroy it with a nuclear weapon on the part of her world's Kitty Pryde failed, and when they found themselves locked in a room with no escape (phase-proof walls are, apparently, a thing), Kitty used the stress and desperation from Rachel to fuel her friend's powers and send her hurtling backwards through time to a point she could help prevent this from ever happening. And so she arrived, joined the X-Men, explained her situation (while keeping the nature of her parentage secret because OF COURSE no one would put two and two together on that one), and learned she was sent back to a different timestream. And that her timeline was a divergent anomaly and basically a vestigial dead-end in the great scheme of timespace. And that her parents never hooked up here so technically she doesn't exist. So, yeah. Things aren't great.
|Personality=Rachel Grey has not had an easy life. In fact, it's basically been the opposite; almost every major event in her life has been traumatic in some way, and the scars of her childhood carry with her through to the present. Rachel is troubled, with deep emotional scars -- and while she tries to put on a strong front, these issues define much of what and who Rachel Grey is. If there's anything Rachel is, it's jaded. She has been hurt by the world, repeatedly, and it carries over to deep issues of mistrust, especially with humans. She is prone towards pragmatism and suspicion if only because they became a necessary component for survival; in a lot of ways, she sees the worst in everyone, and getting her to open up and trust is a difficult prospect because of her deep-seated vulnerabilities. In the same vein, Rachel has phenomenal difficulties letting people get close to her or expressing herself on most emotional levels. Opening yourself up to people, in Rachel's experience, is a sure-fire way to get them killed, and she would rather save herself the hurt by trying to shut herself off completely. She can socialize, she can interact with others -- but trying to bond is another matter entirely, and any attempts at normalcy on her part are largely stunted by her wealth of emotional issues and insecurities, a fact that's led her to even avoiding trying to connect with her parents in this timeline... a fact not helped by how sheerly different everything is here, making her feel ever-more adrift and out of place and only exacerbating these problems. For those she does manage to connect with, Rachel tends to be fiercely -- perhaps obsessively -- protective of, because frankly, she has very real and justified fears of losing them given all her past experiences. Rachel hides all these vulnerabilities largely through a veneer of sarcasm and a hot-headed flare for recklessness. Her experiences have lended her a personality that can often drive her to do things others would consider morally questionable at best because it was simply the way things had to be in her time, and more than that -- she worries over the consequences for this world if she -doesn't- take those actions she sees as necessary. It lends her towards an impulsive personality, constantly trying to both protect this time from becoming like hers -and- proving herself as someone capable of protecting the things she cares about, a double-edged sword born out of her repeated failures to do so in the past. But despite all these flaws, Rachel truly does care. Cares too much, perhaps. Sarcastic and jaded, she is still stubbornly willful and determined, and wants nothing more than for this timeline to avoid the mistakes that led to her own. She does, truly, take after her parents.. but the problems she is sadled with are not ones that can be solved so easily.
|Abilities='''CHRONOKINESIS''' Perhaps a real testament both to her abilities and her unfocused and unskilled nature, Rachel's psychic abilities don't just affect space, but time as well. Rachel has the potential to project past events through people and objects, and move both forwards and backwards throughtime, as well as other rudimentary temporal manipulations. Through something called chronoskimming, Rachel can transplant a person's mind through time to a younger or older version of themselves or close ancestors or descendants temporarily. However, Rachel cannot accomplish any of these feats on her own right now, perhaps ever, save under extreme duress -- such as the dystopian, hopeless context that brought her to shuttle herself back in time to present day out of desperation. Her only temporal ability is a fourth dimensional pulse that Rachel transmits subconsciously, shielding her from alterations in the timestream: Rachel remembers when time is altered, and knows what has been changed and how it used to be. '''EMPATHY''' Through her psychic gifts, Rachel is able to perceive and manipulation the sensations and emotions of others. These gifts are strong but unskilled, and she does not quite have the fine-tuned control that others might have -- often, she has to work just to block out the emotions of others from affecting her because of how sensitive and widespread the radius of her gifts can be. '''PHOENIX HOST''' The Phoenix, a cosmic entity of change and life itself. Because of the nature of her conception, Rachel was born with a piece of the Phoenix Force bonded to her. Rachel is destined to one day be a host for the evolutionary abstract entity thanks to the indelible bond they share. She is drawn to it, and vice versa -- Rachel can generally sense the presence of the Phoenix Force, and though she doesn't truly grasp the implications of why this is, it ironically makes her better capable of intuitively channeling it in the event it does possess her. '''PYROKINESIS''' The ability to generate, control, and intensify flames with one's mind. Rachel's pretty good at it, which is kind of a no-brainer when you consider who she is and who her mom is and what that gigantic flaming cosmic bird over there signifies for her entire family. Her fine-tune control with this, like with most things, isn't all that great -- she can mostly use it bluntly, increasing temperatures or generating high-heat flames in her immediate vicinity, which quickly taper off the further they get from her. At her full potential, Rachel can control flames from further distances, as well as being able to control and utilize 'cosmic fire' -- essentially drawing ambient heat from stars and other celestial bodies to be able to produce something similar enough to flames in space, on a whole different level of intensities and scale, though with most things, she has not the means or training to really manage this consistently, at the moment. '''TELEKINESIS''' Rachel is an immensely powerful telekinetic, able to move and manipulate matter on macro and microscopic levels. Generally speaking, Rachel can control things at a molecular level, from moving massive objects to something as simple and subtle as changing her clothes into different outfits. Amongst other things, she can achieve flight, create force fields, and generate blasts or conjure weapons of pure, psychokinetic force as well as generating and manipulating flame. Rachel's full potential is virtually unlimited, possibly constrained only by the limits of her imagination. At her best, tapping into the vast reservoir of untapped power at her command, she can manipulate matter at a sub-atomic level and create cosmic phenomenon like generating miniature black holes; she is even capable of altering her genetic code, essentially changing her very nature, as well as alter surrounding matter to transmute materials into something else (wood to gold, and etc.). '''TELEPATHY''' Like her mother, Rachel is an Omega-level telepath. Like most of her powers, this is skill is woefully unrefined however, often putting her at tiers lower than she should rightfully be. Rachel can manipulate the cognitive processes of others towards a variety of ends, projecting telepathic messages, reading and altering thoughts and memories. She can create mind-links between people, and generate psionic energy offensively, disrupting brain function or tweaking the nervous system for jolts of pain or otherwise, and project herself into the astral plane, amongst other things. The full potential of Rachel's powers make her one of the strongest minds in the world, on a level if not beyond telepaths like Charles Xavier. There's very little that she cannot do with her powers when she is actually capable of using her true potential, both able to suppress and amplify superpowers, swap minds between people, and track mutants based on thought patterns across vast distances (though for obvious reasons, Rachel has an aversion to this). This potential, however, is largely untapped, much like most of her powers.
|Skills='''COMBAT''' You don't live through a dystopian future without learning how to fight your way through it. And having been - unwittingly - part of both sides of the apocalyptic equation, Rachel has become very good at fighting. She combines different styles taught to her by different people, usually going for whatever feels most effective for the situation -- but she has no true close quarters style she calls her own. She's also relatively adept with a variety of weapons, both melee and ranged. Like a good future Summers child ought to. '''MECHANIC''' Rachel is fairly good with machines of various stripes, and knows how to repair them if necessary, from vehicles to more complex machinery. She's far from a master of the trade -- but she at very least knows what she's doing. '''QUICK STUDY''' Whether thanks to the power of her mind or developed as a necessity of survival, Rachel Grey is very adept at swiftly picking up skills and knowledge to the point that she can intuitively grasp an act or skillset just by observing it. She has learned to pick locks simply by watching Storm, and has disseminated complex fighting styles just through watching people spar to the point that she can replicate it almost perfectly. It's practically photographic memory; suffice to say, Rachel is a very quick learner. '''TRACKING''' She doesn't like to think about it, she doesn't like to make use of any aspect of it, but Rachel spent a considerable amount of time as the prized mutant hunter-killer of Ahab, his lead Hound. The scars still linger as deeply as the skills: Rachel is adept at tracking people and things across long distances, both with her powers and conventionally looking for all manners of trails by which to look for them. If she wants to, Rachel can generally find someone, even if they don't want to be found. It's just that she so very wants to. Trauma is like that.
|Resources='''XAVIER'S SCHOOL''' Rachel is a recent transplant, having been discovered and taken in by them when both her temporal and mutant signature was discovered upon being hurtled into the (wrong) past. While she hasn't been forthcoming about all the specifics of her timeline (her time as a Hound and her parentage, in particular) she makes no secret that she is from some manner of horrible future, and has been afforded the school's safety and protection. As a fledgling X-Man and a member of the institute, Rachel is afforded all the basic amenities one could expect, as well as all the resources afforded to a member of the X-Men. All the other multitudes of problems with her situation aside, it's kind of nice, having an actual home, protected by like, five different billionaires.
|Weaknesses='''DON'T BE CRY''' Being a rage-filled, brainwashed living weapon for most of your life can kind of stunt your social skills. Part of Rachel wants to just be a normal girl, but she's never going to be able to be entirely normal, a fact that frustrates her endlessly. She can be hopelessly awkward in social situations, and has difficulty addressing situations that challenge her emotionally in any way, a fact that has led her to, amongst other things, hide the nature of her parentage simply because she just doesn't know how to deal. Emotionally stunted is probably a nice way to put it. Rachel has a lot of problems to sort through before she can properly people. '''FOCUS''' A psionic, Rachel is entirely dependent on her ability to concentrate to use her powers. Losing her focus means losing her ability to effectively use her powers, and considering that she is a powder keg of emotional issues and past traumas, that's not necessarily a hard thing to achieve. Poor, poor woobie Rachel. '''MUTANT''' Rachel is a mutant. She's not an obvious one, though times of high stress reveal the Marks of the Hound branded upon her, ugly facial scars that make her more recognizable. Regardless, her nature as a mutant makes her a target by people who would like to exploit her, or kill her, because despite the world being filled with about ten dozen different metahuman varieties, mutants are definitely still the true threat to mankind, or something. It's a complex issue, okay? '''PHOENIX HOST''' The Phoenix Force and Rachel are tied together in a way that can't be broken. Though she is not its host, she understands it on an instinctual level, and has the potential to house it in the event it ever requires it. This is not always a good thing. Beyond the fact that the Phoenix is about as tempestuous as an abstract cosmic god-thing that lives forever outside the bounds of conventional logic and purges worlds on unknowable whims can be expected to be, Rachel's nature makes her a target of anyone who either wishes to use the Phoenix's power for their own ends... or holds grudges against it, probably for reasons relating to its temperamental abstract cosmic god-thing that lives forever outside the bounds of conventional logic and purges worlds on unknowable whims... thing. '''PTSD''' Rachel has been through much in her short life. She watched a great man die right in front of her eyes as a child before being abducted, tortured, branded and brainwashed with extensive and invasive tampering until she was turned into a living weapon and forced to kill mutants -- many of whom were once friends and loved ones. To say she's had a hard life would be a tremendous understatement, and her time as a Hound of Ahab has saddled Rachel with a considerable post-traumatic stress disorder. Certain circumstances and contexts, phrases and people, will trigger flashbacks and anxiety attacks in Rachel, and can sometimes render her unable to properly function at the worst of times -- or worse yet, will trigger more extreme reactions to try to get rid of the problem. '''TIME DISPLACED''' Rachel does not belong in this timeline. It's not even a matter of being from the future: her desperate jaunt backwards displaced her into an entirely different timeline where events have transpired in a way very different from her home time. The knowledge that not only is this time different, but her own divergent and basically a temporal dead end making her very existence anomalous, is disheartening enough -- but everything about this world is different in ways that can unsettle her like a temporal version of culture shock. People, places, things, events -- they are all similar enough to be all the more jarring for their differences, sometimes blatant... and sometimes subtle enough that she can find herself tricked or in a poor spot from believing something or someone is different from what they really are in this time. Being from a dead future has very few actual benefits and tons of downsides. The More You Know! '''UNSKILLED''' A blunt hammer. That's probably the best way to describe Rachel. 'Runaway atomic bomb' might be better. Rachel Grey, while not entirely unskilled, is more or less all power with no true finesse. The simple fact is she's spent most of her time enslaved by mutant-hating humans and then the rest of the time was spent watching the people who -could- teach her be murdered in front of her eyes. Rachel requires training -- a lot of training -- until she can inherit the full breadth of her power. Until then, her more considerable capacities usually manifest themselves in times of high stress and desperation. Most of Rachel's considerable power remains untapped without the proper instruction on how to use it, leaving her with phenomenal cosmic powers that she mainly uses to manifest hammers to bludgeon people with. See? Blunt hammer.
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[[Category:Xavier's School]]

Loki

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|NameOnMUSH=Loki
|Color=#333
|TextColor=#c1c1c1
|Char_id=138
|Img=http://tinyurl.com/darklyloki
|FullName=Loki Laufeyson
|Gender=Male
|Species=Frost Giant
|Theme=Marvel
|Chartype=FC
|Active=Active
|Occupation=Prince of Asgard
|Groups=[[Asgard]] [[Just Cause]] [[Mystic Arts]]
|Quote="The trickster's function is to break taboos, create mischief, stir things up. In the end, the trickster gives people what they really want, some sort of freedom."
|DOB=9 February
|Height=193 cm
|Weight=238 kg
|Hair=Black
|Eyes=Green
|Actor=Tom Hiddleston
|Profile=Loki Odinson, god of mischief and stories, god of lies and deception, the Trickster. Prince of Asgard, he stands second in line to the All-Father's throne, every bit as canny and cunning as his adoptive father. In a martial culture, he is the outlier: a scholar, sorcerer, shapeshifter. He might best be known for a bout of youthful rebellion that ended up with nearly enslaving New York, an accident that helpfully formed the Avengers. Charm and wit take him far, though, such that some say he might be a fine president after Mr. Underwood is done with office. Others wonder reasonably how he managed to escape Hell, since he clearly needs to run the place.
|Description=Against all reason, a young man with loose, dark hair falling past his shoulders and a casual posture might come off as professional, rather than a hipster. No suit helps him achieve this status. The secret lies in the squared set of his shoulders and the lean, tapering form always drawn into a confident stance ready to take on the world. His age lies somewhere about thirty, diminished by the ready grin casting his angular, almost severe features in a warmer light. Stark green eyes a shade off emerald give a heady dose of charm where otherwise he might come off slightly forbidding, though in rare neutral moments of deep thought, his clouded expression is in no way welcoming. His clothes navigate the perilous reefs between classic -- and thus, familiar and dull -- and eccentric. A choice of conflicting fabrics lends a delicious, gamine sensibility. His Belstaff coat is a thing of sophistication, heavy ultramarine wool wrapped around his shoulders and hanging no further than the hip. His moss-green shirt for a certainty will never be fully tucked in, an unfussy spill left open at the neck. The crackled black pants almost look to be leather, but certainly aren't for all their oiled lustre. Shining boots laced up the front in dusken glory add a further polish. Nothing more than a surprisingly worn gold ring around one finger gives a pop of colour, the dark palette superb for picking up on the cool hue of his complexion.
|History=Despite what legend tells you, King Laufey of Jotunheim and Queen Farbauti had a son. Let that be a lesson to you humans twist facts in favour of good storytelling. Along came a terrible war yet again with the mighty realm of Asgard, and they cast aside their tiny infant son to die when Odin the All-Father struck. He took the child away to be raised as his own son in Asgard, sharing the royal nursery and tutors with Thor Odinson and, later, Balder. Due to my princely rank, I spent much of my time fighting and exploring as royal brothers do. Fighting with my brother is a pointless activity and I finally smartened up, seeing another path to power and respect. Frigga, the queen and my mother, taught me sorcery as she saw my intellect was wasted with sparring. I devoured her libraries and mastered my craft, sent to the best teachers in the Nine Realms. Magic would secure Asgard and my family's respect. So I liked to think, fool that I was. My golden brother was the Asgardian image of a prince, attended by awestruck lackeys while I did the hard work. Second sons never get a break, and Mother's consolation only stretched so far. I resented he saw every problem as a nail for Mjolnir and shared no credit. Being the dark brother, the 'smart one' in a warrior culture, grows very wearying. So perhaps I played the part, pricked by resentment or simply boredom. Favouritism was hindering my growth. I branched out into other dimensions. I bore court messages and schemes of my own, always in Asgard's service and sometimes in my own. Odin would welcome me back as often as he kept me at arm's length. The old man plays a cruel game, worse than any my detractors blame me for. He banished his own son. I rebelled, true, but how else was Thor going to return to his proper role required of him? Midgard has turned me into a dread enemy for ensorcelling a few humans in New York, but they gained the Avengers for it. As if my purposes are so petty or base. Alas, it takes great insight to see that, and so few people here have it.
|Personality=Loki is an extraordinarily complex individual, displaying the mask he wants the rest of the world to see. For all his apparently mercurial, extroverted ways, his behaviour is a highly calculated act. No one is welcome to see deeper than the surface except as he desires. He prefers a highly energetic, wry, charming demeanor with a trace of amusement. Rarely does he ever display anything close to his true colours, in part to make it easier for his opponents to vastly underestimate him and his allies to have little idea of what he's really up to. All the better given how utterly ruthless and ambitious he can be in an effort to prove himself to the universe at large. The chip on his shoulder is roughly the size of Pluto. Underneath he is a conflicted ball of desires and penchants, all ruled by an iron will and wounds inflicted by some fairly serious issues about his place in the world. Loki allows next to none to be privy to his innermost thoughts, though he is direly aware of his shortcomings, needs, and goals.
|Abilities='''ALL-SPEAK''' Loki has the gift of All-Speak, allowing him to communicate with any sentient being in its own tongue. This understanding extends into his mental magics, like telepathy. '''ASGARDIAN''' For all intents and purposes, Loki became Asgardian the moment Odin officially adopted him. The rituals performed by the All-Father using the Odinforce irrevocably altered him at the molecular level, adding all the inherited traits of the Aesir race to his enhanced attributes as a jotun. He is entirely unique among his people, however, for all the traits he shares. As an Asgardian, he enjoys a greatly enhanced lifespan and supernatural durability, strength, agility, and stamina. Though he is slimmer than the average Asgardian male, he doesn't lack for the physical gifts of his kind. His genetic makeup renders him practically immune to any toxins, poisons, diseases, and illnesses, although he can certainly be affected by magical deleterious conditions -- a good reason he doesn't cross certain lords of Hell or Hela often. '''GENIUS''' Among the Ten Realms, Loki has one of the most gifted minds known. In Asgard, his intelligence is a barely concealed state secret, and cause for perpetual concern for Odin. What yardstick can measure a man able to outwit the Norns and fathom the patterns of Ragnarok, devise elaborate spells, and perceive the plots and schemes woven for millennia by supernatural beings after merely brushing up against them? He mastered lifetimes of sorcery in his adolescence and honed his intellect to razor sharpness, compensating for his physical limitations. He reacts long before others even notice a problem. The altered structure of his mind allows him to maintain several thought processes simultaneously. Frequently he uses magic to enhance his comprehension, sensory perception, and reaction times. '''IMMORTALITY''' Unlike the Asgardians, Loki may be truly immortal. He does not share their dependency on the apples of Idunn to prevent aging, but naturally ages at an incredibly slow rate. Extreme injury, decapitation or an obliterating force can temporarily kill him, but he will reincarnate as a new, uninjured body complete with his previous memories intact in a variable period of time. This fact he would rather not share with his enemies or allies, thank you. '''JOTUN HYBRID''' Jotun (frost giants) are the native race of Jotunheim ("Giant Home"), one of the Ten Realms and the eternal foes of Asgard. Loki was born as a frost giant but transfigured into an Asgardian by Odin. His frost giant physiology renders him immune to any kind of cold. Loki cannot be harmed by the ultra-cold temperatures of space or temperature fluctuations. He does not suffer hypothermia or frostbite, nor can his body be impacted by supernatural ice, cold or chill effects. In fact, he can absorb sustained cold effects to temporarily boost his strength, stamina, and durability to inhuman levels during exposure. Loki is a devastating combatant in Antarctica or during a snowstorm on grounds of enhanced physical abilities. He does not suffer any penalties for warm environments, however. He shares the royal jotun bloodline penchant for illusions, magnifying his potency to almost unparalleled heights. He is essentially more formidable than any Asgardian for casting illusionary magic, veils, glamours, and similar spells. '''MAGIC''' Loki is unrivaled as a sorcerer in Asgard, and among the finest spellcasters in the multiverse. He committed his life to mastering magic and there are precious few types he has not studied, including black magic, chaos magic, divine channeling, and a few types of his own devising. He is capable of many great feats, including conjuring objects, throwing energy bolts, summoning the elements, summoning constructs or spirits and elementals, banishments, bans, flight, levitation, telekinesis, astral projection, and teleporting or interdimensional travel. He can call on extradimensional entities to empower his spells or channel demons, gods, and other odd forces. He creates powerful wards able to span a realm, dispellations, mystic shields, curses, doppelgangers, and illusions so accurate and intense they can confound Odin. His expertise is subtle magics like thoughtcasting and psychic blocks. His mind magic replicates any psionic feat from telepathy and telekinesis to awakening memories or fabricating them and outright mental domination by player consent. He can manipulate objects and people by altering reality at the atomic level, reshaping them or completely changing their structure. If he can think of it, well, he can probably do it. He can empower inanimate objects to life or grant superhuman attributes to others, though he rarely does. '''MAGIC SIGHT''' Loki constantly perceives magical flows around him. He naturally recognizes the auras of magic items, beings, and spells. His perception is so sensitive he can detect the slightest perturbation from miles away. The state of Asgard's wards and magic he can sense even when in other realms. Concentration allows him to distinguish inactive and active effects, their likely effect, strength, caster, and plenty of other useful information. Because of his chronic sensitivity, he can be momentarily stunned by powerful spells or effects. '''SHAPECHANGER''' Loki's form is entirely fluid depending on his preferences. He can alter discrete features or his entire appearance into anything his imagination allows at will. A natural shapechanger, he can adopt the likeness of animals, mythic beasts, alien physiologies, elementals, humanoids or inanimate objects among many other things. Once shifted, he is nearly indistinguishable from a native creature. Loki obtains the natural abilities inherent to his form, though he cannot duplicate the divine abilities of other gods. His sorcerous powers, however, may fully simulate these. Loki maintains his shifted shape even when knocked unconscious, incapacitated or injured. Any spell, mutation, curse or effect that affects his shape does not permanently alter him, and he can shapeshift back. It is, however, taxing to constantly rearrange his volume, mass, and appearance. '''SUPERHUMAN DURABILITY''' Asgardian physiques tend to be thrice as dense as a human, rendering Loki considerably heavier than a human of comparable size. His superhumanly dense tissue resists damage to varying degrees: he is all but immune to mundane weapons and bashing damage and falling damage, extreme depths or temperature. He can shrug off gunfire and impacts at great speed. Loki's physiology blended with his natural defensive magics give him great resilience against missile hits and high-powered energy blasts at point blank range from other extremely powerful mystics. Given sufficient preparation, he conceivably can absorb energy attacks and add these to his available pool to cast from, limiting his own personal magic use. Loki isn't invulnerable to weaponry, however; in particular, uru weapons or the Twilight Sword of Surtur, both heavily enchanted, have been demonstrated to do a fair bit of damage. '''SUPERHUMAN SPEED''' Loki's agility far exceeds his overall strength. His reflex times are vastly superior to Asgardians and humans alike, aided in no small part by his perception. He moves with considerable speed on the ground. At a dead run, he exceeds any baseline human by volumes, and dodges projectiles or blows that ought to hit. He demonstrates a level of flexibility, coordination, and fine motor skill enhanced by centuries of spellcasting. '''SUPERHUMAN STAMINA''' Loki functions at superhuman levels far greater than any human. He does not produce fatigue toxins, weaken or tire for weeks. While in peak performance, he requires very little sustenance or sleep. His metabolism grants far greater endurance in physical activities, though when he finally does tire, the need to replace the spent energy and rest properly becomes considerable. '''SUPERHUMAN STRENGTH''' Loki possesses the greatly enhanced strength of an Asgardian and a jotun both. Though by no means the equal of Thor, he is capable of lifting at least 50 tons naturally. His augmented strength through spells or shapeshifting into a physically more impressive form may be substantially greater. '''TIME MANIPULATION''' Messing with time is difficult, costly, and exhaustive. Loki also happens to be proficient in temporal magic. These spells are exhausting to his resources when performed on the fly, whereas rituals can sustain the immense drain on focus and energy through wards and proper propitiations. Minor shifts like slipping out of sync to allow himself an advantage, like grabbing a gun or dealing with a speedster, cost far less than actually meddling by sending a projection of himself back nine centuries to leave a knife buried on an island off New York in the event he'll need it in three days to trade with a cosmic entity intent on biting off everyone's faces. The latter requires vast stores of energy, planning, and a hope and a prayer something doesn't go wrong and leave him lost in another dimension for a century. '''WORDPLAY''' Loki is the Trickster, the god of lies and stories. He can enthrall a crowd and hold harsh audiences captive when given to spinning a yarn. Any topic will do as long as he can tease out some kind of tension or interest from it. Often weaving mythical or historical elements, he comes into his own when truly fascinated by the subject at hand. So much of storytelling is reading the audience and drawing them in, allowing the seeds of an idea to form in their minds and let them think they devised the narrative. So it goes with the best of lies: use a bit of truth, sprinkle liberally with details, and allow it to form. A glib tongue doesn't mean making up things wholesale, though it can help.
|Skills='''DIPLOMACY''' The second Prince of Asgard has a much lighter touch than his brother and father in matters of diplomacy. Taught by Frigga in the fine art of conversation and negotiations, Loki is prepared in every way to deal with foes across a table as much on the battlefield. He mastered the art of the fine word, appearing to give more than he receives. Defusing situations between tense supernatural powers with a vast degree of power is something of a stock in trade. Even when completely at odds with his brother or father, he will invariably show up to close ranks in Asgard's favour with a well-placed word or a frighteningly effective offer, often after completely undermining the other side's position and thoroughly investigating all their weaknesses. Loki thinks of diplomacy as the great game, one much more risky and tactically challenging than war. Anyone can swing a hammer from horseback. Can anyone convince an army of trolls to turn around and besiege their dark elf allies and then bring terror down upon a recalcitrant city state in his own name, using a kenning of their own prophesy-granting 'god'? That's a rare skill. And he knows it. '''EDUCATED''' Loki has had the better part of three millennia to educate himself, access to the finest tutors and very few corners of the multiverse sealed off to him. Time and other dimensions are no barrier to him, and he actively seeks out knowledge new to him. He has a working command of multiple scientific fields, occult lore, psychology and social sciences, the arts, and the finer points of cooking, poetry, breeding night-flowering plants, and other quizzically bizarre topics simply because he never wants to be without an answer. He's a walking encyclopaedia with deep expertise on the denizens, phenomena, and natural world of the realms. '''MAGIC''' Loki is, perhaps, the finest sorcerer in Asgard short of the Odinforce-empowered All-Father. He ranks among the top tier casters of the Nine Realms, and unlike many of them, has the luxury of time to master the subject and plumb its depths. He, in his various incarnations, has studied topics that other casters would never dare - like black magic or light elf enchantments - and thoroughly explored all those skeletons in the mystical closet just to see what makes them tick. He is a heavyweight for understanding different traditions, magic items, and the ins and outs of how magic works. There are still areas he has only moderate experience in, but standing at the intersection of science, faith, and magic gives him an uncanny level of knowledge. The field is the one he feels most pressed to excel in to differentiate himself from other Asgardians, and there is damn well no stone to be left unturned. '''MAGNIFICENT BASTARD''' In conjunction with +wea Magnificent Bastard, Loki truly is a commanding, charming man with all the compelling warmth of a roaring fire in the hearth. People who know better cannot help but be attracted to him, moths to the incandescent flame. Worse, he knows exactly what his glittering charisma does to people, and he has absolutely no compunction about turning up the wattage to put on a show. Balanced between arrogance, bombast, sly wit, and stunning charisma, Loki makes the most seasoned attorneys sound like toddlers and celebrities seem like two-dimensional, flat characters. When he's on, he can eclipse the sun, and make others around him grateful for it. Silver tongued devil, he uses his wits and gift of the gab to keep even his affirmed enemies eating out of the palm of his hand. Let's be honest, it's /hard/ to resist someone good-looking, fascinated by you, and listening intently to your every word. Loki is rare among the Asgardians -- or anyone there -- in that his overdone quality tends to be an appealing affectation. He can damn well be the devil they know, and they love him for it anyways. It goes without saying he can convince and coerce people to follow his line of thinking without them ever realising he did it all along - even his staunchest enemies in the Asgardian court who keep a close watch on everything he does fall for his plans. Regularly. '''REACTIONS''' Poke the beast, it forgets what it was doing to roar. It sounds a lot better in Asgardian, honestly. Loki has an alarming talent for getting a rise out of people. Most of this is timing rather than a fundamental understanding of human nature. Upset the fire giant emissary with a cutting barb about his mother being cinders, say. Give the slightest grin during a discussion and fluster someone he doesn't like. When someone needs to garner a reaction, he's the man. '''WARRIOR''' Loki may not be the peer of his brother in stature or on the battlefield, but he had every minute of training and tutelage from the finest warriors Asgard, Vanaheim, and the Nine Realms could offer. He spent years in apprenticeship in Alfheim and among the dwarves of Nidavellir. Endlessly drilled in most weapons, he shows a distinct preference for swords, staves, and spears, and he is a master swordsman by anyone's gauge. Loki can hold off giants with his enchanted blade, Laevateinn, and inflict grievous damage even without augmentation from his spells. He is competent in heavier weapons and fighting with two blades, but he shines with finesse over raw brawn. He is an expert marksman with bows and augmented energy weapons, though he rarely chooses to use such things, favouring mystical bolts. It's a rare day in Hel to see Loki reduced to fisticuffs, but as the disir (corrupted undead valkyries) learned to their regret, he is a fierce pugilist and martial artist, capable of curbstomping physically superior opponents through tactical strikes that immobilise, inflict pain, or take advantage of his greater speed. Loki's ability to shape-shift helps substantially too in a fight; he can change form and size to match an opponent.
|Resources='''ASGARD''' When he's in Odin's good graces, Loki has access to all the wealth and splendour that the golden realm can offer to its prince. When he's on the outs, he has to rely on his own resources squirreled away in various places. '''COLLECTION''' Loki has his own personal store of artifacts and relics. Several of these properly belong to other people or in Odin's vault. He tends to keep rarer and dangerous objects that augment his spells or provide a get out of jail free card. They include Norn Stones, the Mind Stone, and a staff that helps focus his spellcasting abilities. Several serve no good purpose at all, like summoning a dark elf wild hunt. '''CONNECTIONS''' Loki has many, many connections in high places and low. He has spent a lifetime building up people to know, whether dark elf hunters or brain-eating squid people. You just never know when you need to call in a favour. He has no compunctions whatsoever about who he rubs shoulders with as long as it serves to benefit him or Asgard. Keeping his connections secret allows him to call on unexpected boons at the best of times, getting out of scrapes. '''FAMILY''' The Asgardians recognize Loki as their prince. He is blood brother to Thor Odinson and son of Odin by unbreakable bonds of power. Frigga sees him as her son. Balder is his brother. As much as Loki wants to reject his family most of the time, he can call on them for help and expect their wrath to fall on any who meddle. It's an issue of pride, and the line of Odin has far too much of that to spare. The greatest thorn in his side is also his greatest asset, sometimes. '''JOTUNHEIM''' Loki is -- fine, was -- rightly the heir to the throne of Jotunheim, the kingdom of the ice giants. At the moment of King Laufey's death, his claim was paramount. Giants don't exactly respect physical weakness and no one actually backed up his right, nor has he ever bothered to heavily press it. However, his wit, speed, and sheer power could very well force the frost giants to bend the knee or lend their assistance, especially if they saw some way to gain over Asgard and Muspelheim, their traditional enemies. Any favours in this direction are bound to be minor and not come cheap. '''LAEVATEINN''' Loki's enchanted sword -- Damage Twig -- is an artifact of Asgard, a wickedly sharp blade called Laevateinn. The Thorn, as it's otherwise called, can inflict wounds that do not stop bleeding and it cuts through most armours and defensive enchantments. He can even use it to create upwellings of pure mana, often fueled by his own magic, in dead zones where no magic exists. He channels spells through the specially prepared and tempered uru metal -- the same material Mjolnir is made from -- and the blade can retain the spell far longer than a mundane substance will. Laevateinn is thus capable of slicing through most substances, striking ephemeral / incorporeal beings, and acting as a focus for his magic, honing it down to a laser beam comparatively. It can substitute for nearly arcane component except the most powerful. The Thorn could cross blades with an energy weapon as easily as a magic bolt. Laevateinn is nearly unbreakable. It takes the shape of a one-handed sword. Worse yet, the ancestral gift of this sword carries the weight of the Odinforce and blessing of the Norns for reasons unknown. Loki can summon it to his presence with only a thought. '''OCCULT LIBRARY''' It goes without saying a sorcerer of his peerless ability has the library to match, and possibly superior to others of his status. He collects magical items, grimoires, rare components and trinkets from across the face of the universe, hunting through its dimensions to capture anything that might interest him. Several of his objects belonged in vaults of other powerful mystic entities like Dormammu, Hela, and Surtur. His collection does not exist in one place, but multiple ones, warded by deadly traps, subtle illusions, teleportation barriers, mundane poisons, and more. Conceivably some of the tomes in his possession have copies nowhere else, and his own transcriptions of dark magic, chaos magic, nature and elemental magics, and seidr have no parallels. He uses encrypted methods to write his spellbooks, further inhibiting people from understanding since Allspeak or a translation spell won't reveal his meaning. Paranoid? You don't say... '''WEALTH''' As a 3,000 year old immortal with a tendency to hop realms or get exiled by dint of his scheming, Loki keeps liquid and hard assets scattered throughout the Nine Realms. He has so many caches, he's partly forgotten about what is on hand. His safe houses always possess backup weapons, spells, rare herbs, healing salves, and magical bric-a-brac to help with a hard landing. On Earth, he maintains multiple accounts under different identities, caches with antiquities he can sell for immediate cash, and investments under dozens of names. Collectively these allow him plenty of filthy lucre needed to keep himself in the manner in which he is accustomed, bribe officials, and the like.
|Weaknesses='''ASGARD''' More than anything, Loki wishes to be recognized as a rightful, proper prince of Asgard. Most of his plans and plots are meant for the good of Asgard -- and occasionally the greater universe. At the end of the day, he does what he thinks is right. An opponent might take advantage of this. Further, he thinks his view of matters is often clearer than other Asgardians too blinded by their ethics and traditional limitations. It's the height of arrogance, and another fault easily exploited. '''BAH HUMANS''' As far as Loki is concerned, humans are beneath him as a dog is to a god. They may be instructed to do things and they show vestiges of intellect. En masse, they should be feared as an unpredictable force. Certain ones (Sorcerer Supreme, looking at you) demonstrate unnerving capabilities to put snarls in his plans. But Loki routinely underestimates them because he's a 3,000+ year old sorcerous god with 20 levels in badass. Humans usually get the best of him. His incarnations may learn. '''ENEMIES''' Where can someone begin? At times the entire Asgardian court looks upon him with disfavour. Odin's constant bellwether opinion of his adopted middle son ranges from frostily cordial to blindingly outraged. Sif and the Warriors Three don't always have Thor's blindspot. Add up the traditional rogues gallery for Asgard, and they are Loki's enemies too. Surtur, the king of Muspelheim, is among his greatest enemies. He distrusts Hela greatly, and has little love either for Karnilla. Dormammu, various Chaos and Hell Lords, and Mephisto all personally hate Loki given his ability to show them up. Though he might appear to cooperate with Malekith and various monarchs or powers in the Nine Realms, none of them are his true allies. His enemies would like nothing more than his head on a spike or occasionally his body in chains to make a point to Asgard. '''ENVY''' Also bears noting, Loki is deeply envious of Thor, and his envy is built on an artificial perception rather than actual fact. Yes, Thor is beloved in Asgard, though not by every last soul under the sun. Plenty of regular Asgardians have problems with someone so damn awesome over them, his fame and his nature far too much for them. If Loki could ever learn to see past the shining demigod he's built out of Thor's reputation, he might see this. More significantly Thor does /not/ enjoy Odin's universal support and affection the way Loki seems to think he does. The All-Father is an ornery, bitter bastard all around and reserves his affection only for his wife, treating his children with equal parts disdain, disappointment, unrealistic demands, and the worst kind of patriarchal expectation. Is it any wonder they're constantly trying to undermine or overthrow him? '''FRIGGA''' The Queen of Asgard is the only person who truly took Loki underwing, teaching him sorcery, valuing him as a person. In her eyes, he is something more than a burden. He loves her as no other. A word from her in his ear can change the line of his thinking. Disappointment in her eyes wounds him like a blade. A threat against her would warrant bringing down Ragnarok. '''MAGNIFICENT BASTARD''' He is manipulative, and excellent at his manipulations. Not a single member of the Asgardian court escapes his attention over the years, and he enjoys displaying his prowess in front of the sometimes humiliated victims. Nonetheless, his silver tongue is fully capable of getting him in trouble. Few people are going to accept 'It was just mischief' as an excuse when smarting from another of his plans. Yet he can still manipulate those who still know not to trust him, which only compounds the problem. '''NOTORIETY''' Loki's reputation as a trickster god precedes him through the Nine Realms. No one in their right mind thinks to trust his word, and they certainly would be fools to believe everything he says. There is little he can do to change this perception, evne when telling the honest truth. '''PRIDE''' It goes without saying he suffers from the seven deadly sins in turn, but his greatest sin is pride. Loki believes himself smarter, better, and infallible to a degree above and beyond his peers. Pride goes before a fall, they say, but they never met Lucifer Morningstar or Loki Laufeyson. '''PUBLIC IDENTITY''' Norse mythology calls Loki the god of mischief, and the surviving Eddas do not speak joyously of his good character. His exploits in legend have been known to western civilization for the better part of a thousand years. Anyone with an Internet connection can sift through the Lokasenna or that awful story about siring Odin's eight-legged steed, Sleipnir, which he absolutely did not do. Therefore, the moment Thor shouts 'Loki! Brother!' the gig is up and all the mythological stories preserved fall on his head. '''RUTHLESS''' Loki is a ruthless manipulator around erstwhile, temporary allies and utterly, unquestionably vengeful against certain foes of Asgard. His descent into these plans can totally derail his actual goals and blind him to everything else. Loki does not do things by half measures. '''UNTRUSTING''' The world is a harsh, uncaring place. No one else will look out for Loki but Loki, and anyone else who claims to be protecting his interests is either deluded, mind controlled or lying through their teeth. He has a very hard time dropping his guard to relinquish an ounce of trust or control to others, though Thor may be the best placed to do it. His greatest sins are pride and envy. This definitely combines them both.
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Loki

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|NameOnMUSH=Loki
|Color=#333
|TextColor=#c1c1c1
|Char_id=138
|Img=http://tinyurl.com/darklyloki
|FullName=Loki Laufeyson
|Gender=Male
|Species=Frost Giant
|Theme=Marvel
|Chartype=FC
|Active=Active
|Occupation=Prince of Asgard
|Groups=[[Asgard]] [[Just Cause]] [[Mystic Arts]]
|Quote="The trickster's function is to break taboos, create mischief, stir things up. In the end, the trickster gives people what they really want, some sort of freedom."
|DOB=9 February
|Height=193 cm
|Weight=238 kg
|Hair=Black
|Eyes=Green
|Actor=Tom Hiddleston
|Profile=Loki Odinson, god of mischief and stories, god of lies and deception, the Trickster. Prince of Asgard, he stands second in line to the All-Father's throne, every bit as canny and cunning as his adoptive father. In a martial culture, he is the outlier: a scholar, sorcerer, shapeshifter. He might best be known for a bout of youthful rebellion that ended up with nearly enslaving New York, an accident that helpfully formed the Avengers. Charm and wit take him far, though, such that some say he might be a fine president after Mr. Underwood is done with office. Others wonder reasonably how he managed to escape Hell, since he clearly needs to run the place.
|Description=Against all reason, a young man with loose, dark hair falling past his shoulders and a casual posture might come off as professional, rather than a hipster. No suit helps him achieve this status. The secret lies in the squared set of his shoulders and the lean, tapering form always drawn into a confident stance ready to take on the world. His age lies somewhere about thirty, diminished by the ready grin casting his angular, almost severe features in a warmer light. Stark green eyes a shade off emerald give a heady dose of charm where otherwise he might come off slightly forbidding, though in rare neutral moments of deep thought, his clouded expression is in no way welcoming. His clothes navigate the perilous reefs between classic -- and thus, familiar and dull -- and eccentric. A choice of conflicting fabrics lends a delicious, gamine sensibility. His Belstaff coat is a thing of sophistication, heavy ultramarine wool wrapped around his shoulders and hanging no further than the hip. His moss-green shirt for a certainty will never be fully tucked in, an unfussy spill left open at the neck. The crackled black pants almost look to be leather, but certainly aren't for all their oiled lustre. Shining boots laced up the front in dusken glory add a further polish. Nothing more than a surprisingly worn gold ring around one finger gives a pop of colour, the dark palette superb for picking up on the cool hue of his complexion.
|History=Despite what legend tells you, King Laufey of Jotunheim and Queen Farbauti had a son. Let that be a lesson to you humans twist facts in favour of good storytelling. Along came a terrible war yet again with the mighty realm of Asgard, and they cast aside their tiny infant son to die when Odin the All-Father struck. He took the child away to be raised as his own son in Asgard, sharing the royal nursery and tutors with Thor Odinson and, later, Balder. Due to my princely rank, I spent much of my time fighting and exploring as royal brothers do. Fighting with my brother is a pointless activity and I finally smartened up, seeing another path to power and respect. Frigga, the queen and my mother, taught me sorcery as she saw my intellect was wasted with sparring. I devoured her libraries and mastered my craft, sent to the best teachers in the Nine Realms. Magic would secure Asgard and my family's respect. So I liked to think, fool that I was. My golden brother was the Asgardian image of a prince, attended by awestruck lackeys while I did the hard work. Second sons never get a break, and Mother's consolation only stretched so far. I resented he saw every problem as a nail for Mjolnir and shared no credit. Being the dark brother, the 'smart one' in a warrior culture, grows very wearying. So perhaps I played the part, pricked by resentment or simply boredom. Favouritism was hindering my growth. I branched out into other dimensions. I bore court messages and schemes of my own, always in Asgard's service and sometimes in my own. Odin would welcome me back as often as he kept me at arm's length. The old man plays a cruel game, worse than any my detractors blame me for. He banished his own son. I rebelled, true, but how else was Thor going to return to his proper role required of him? Midgard has turned me into a dread enemy for ensorcelling a few humans in New York, but they gained the Avengers for it. As if my purposes are so petty or base. Alas, it takes great insight to see that, and so few people here have it.
|Personality=Loki is an extraordinarily complex individual, displaying the mask he wants the rest of the world to see. For all his apparently mercurial, extroverted ways, his behaviour is a highly calculated act. No one is welcome to see deeper than the surface except as he desires. He prefers a highly energetic, wry, charming demeanor with a trace of amusement. Rarely does he ever display anything close to his true colours, in part to make it easier for his opponents to vastly underestimate him and his allies to have little idea of what he's really up to. All the better given how utterly ruthless and ambitious he can be in an effort to prove himself to the universe at large. The chip on his shoulder is roughly the size of Pluto. Underneath he is a conflicted ball of desires and penchants, all ruled by an iron will and wounds inflicted by some fairly serious issues about his place in the world. Loki allows next to none to be privy to his innermost thoughts, though he is direly aware of his shortcomings, needs, and goals.
|Abilities='''ALL-SPEAK''' Loki has the gift of All-Speak, allowing him to communicate with any sentient being in its own tongue. This understanding extends into his mental magics, like telepathy. '''ASGARDIAN''' For all intents and purposes, Loki became Asgardian the moment Odin officially adopted him. The rituals performed by the All-Father using the Odinforce irrevocably altered him at the molecular level, adding all the inherited traits of the Aesir race to his enhanced attributes as a jotun. He is entirely unique among his people, however, for all the traits he shares. As an Asgardian, he enjoys a greatly enhanced lifespan and supernatural durability, strength, agility, and stamina. Though he is slimmer than the average Asgardian male, he doesn't lack for the physical gifts of his kind. His genetic makeup renders him practically immune to any toxins, poisons, diseases, and illnesses, although he can certainly be affected by magical deleterious conditions -- a good reason he doesn't cross certain lords of Hell or Hela often. '''GENIUS''' Among the Ten Realms, Loki has one of the most gifted minds known. In Asgard, his intelligence is a barely concealed state secret, and cause for perpetual concern for Odin. What yardstick can measure a man able to outwit the Norns and fathom the patterns of Ragnarok, devise elaborate spells, and perceive the plots and schemes woven for millennia by supernatural beings after merely brushing up against them? He mastered lifetimes of sorcery in his adolescence and honed his intellect to razor sharpness, compensating for his physical limitations. He reacts long before others even notice a problem. The altered structure of his mind allows him to maintain several thought processes simultaneously. Frequently he uses magic to enhance his comprehension, sensory perception, and reaction times. '''IMMORTALITY''' Unlike the Asgardians, Loki may be truly immortal. He does not share their dependency on the apples of Idunn to prevent aging, but naturally ages at an incredibly slow rate. Extreme injury, decapitation or an obliterating force can temporarily kill him, but he will reincarnate as a new, uninjured body complete with his previous memories intact in a variable period of time. This fact he would rather not share with his enemies or allies, thank you. '''JOTUN HYBRID''' Jotun (frost giants) are the native race of Jotunheim ("Giant Home"), one of the Ten Realms and the eternal foes of Asgard. Loki was born as a frost giant but transfigured into an Asgardian by Odin. His frost giant physiology renders him immune to any kind of cold. Loki cannot be harmed by the ultra-cold temperatures of space or temperature fluctuations. He does not suffer hypothermia or frostbite, nor can his body be impacted by supernatural ice, cold or chill effects. In fact, he can absorb sustained cold effects to temporarily boost his strength, stamina, and durability to inhuman levels during exposure. Loki is a devastating combatant in Antarctica or during a snowstorm on grounds of enhanced physical abilities. He does not suffer any penalties for warm environments, however. He shares the royal jotun bloodline penchant for illusions, magnifying his potency to almost unparalleled heights. He is essentially more formidable than any Asgardian for casting illusionary magic, veils, glamours, and similar spells. '''MAGIC''' Loki is unrivaled as a sorcerer in Asgard, and among the finest spellcasters in the multiverse. He committed his life to mastering magic and there are precious few types he has not studied, including black magic, chaos magic, divine channeling, and a few types of his own devising. He is capable of many great feats, including conjuring objects, throwing energy bolts, summoning the elements, summoning constructs or spirits and elementals, banishments, bans, flight, levitation, telekinesis, astral projection, and teleporting or interdimensional travel. He can call on extradimensional entities to empower his spells or channel demons, gods, and other odd forces. He creates powerful wards able to span a realm, dispellations, mystic shields, curses, doppelgangers, and illusions so accurate and intense they can confound Odin. His expertise is subtle magics like thoughtcasting and psychic blocks. His mind magic replicates any psionic feat from telepathy and telekinesis to awakening memories or fabricating them and outright mental domination by player consent. He can manipulate objects and people by altering reality at the atomic level, reshaping them or completely changing their structure. If he can think of it, well, he can probably do it. He can empower inanimate objects to life or grant superhuman attributes to others, though he rarely does. '''MAGIC SIGHT''' Loki constantly perceives magical flows around him. He naturally recognizes the auras of magic items, beings, and spells. His perception is so sensitive he can detect the slightest perturbation from miles away. The state of Asgard's wards and magic he can sense even when in other realms. Concentration allows him to distinguish inactive and active effects, their likely effect, strength, caster, and plenty of other useful information. Because of his chronic sensitivity, he can be momentarily stunned by powerful spells or effects. '''SHAPECHANGER''' Loki's form is entirely fluid depending on his preferences. He can alter discrete features or his entire appearance into anything his imagination allows at will. A natural shapechanger, he can adopt the likeness of animals, mythic beasts, alien physiologies, elementals, humanoids or inanimate objects among many other things. Once shifted, he is nearly indistinguishable from a native creature. Loki obtains the natural abilities inherent to his form, though he cannot duplicate the divine abilities of other gods. His sorcerous powers, however, may fully simulate these. Loki maintains his shifted shape even when knocked unconscious, incapacitated or injured. Any spell, mutation, curse or effect that affects his shape does not permanently alter him, and he can shapeshift back. It is, however, taxing to constantly rearrange his volume, mass, and appearance. '''SUPERHUMAN DURABILITY''' Asgardian physiques tend to be thrice as dense as a human, rendering Loki considerably heavier than a human of comparable size. His superhumanly dense tissue resists damage to varying degrees: he is all but immune to mundane weapons and bashing damage and falling damage, extreme depths or temperature. He can shrug off gunfire and impacts at great speed. Loki's physiology blended with his natural defensive magics give him great resilience against missile hits and high-powered energy blasts at point blank range from other extremely powerful mystics. Given sufficient preparation, he conceivably can absorb energy attacks and add these to his available pool to cast from, limiting his own personal magic use. Loki isn't invulnerable to weaponry, however; in particular, uru weapons or the Twilight Sword of Surtur, both heavily enchanted, have been demonstrated to do a fair bit of damage. '''SUPERHUMAN SPEED''' Loki's agility far exceeds his overall strength. His reflex times are vastly superior to Asgardians and humans alike, aided in no small part by his perception. He moves with considerable speed on the ground. At a dead run, he exceeds any baseline human by volumes, and dodges projectiles or blows that ought to hit. He demonstrates a level of flexibility, coordination, and fine motor skill enhanced by centuries of spellcasting. '''SUPERHUMAN STAMINA''' Loki functions at superhuman levels far greater than any human. He does not produce fatigue toxins, weaken or tire for weeks. While in peak performance, he requires very little sustenance or sleep. His metabolism grants far greater endurance in physical activities, though when he finally does tire, the need to replace the spent energy and rest properly becomes considerable. '''SUPERHUMAN STRENGTH''' Loki possesses the greatly enhanced strength of an Asgardian and a jotun both. Though by no means the equal of Thor, he is capable of lifting at least 50 tons naturally. His augmented strength through spells or shapeshifting into a physically more impressive form may be substantially greater. '''TIME MANIPULATION''' Messing with time is difficult, costly, and exhaustive. Loki also happens to be proficient in temporal magic. These spells are exhausting to his resources when performed on the fly, whereas rituals can sustain the immense drain on focus and energy through wards and proper propitiations. Minor shifts like slipping out of sync to allow himself an advantage, like grabbing a gun or dealing with a speedster, cost far less than actually meddling by sending a projection of himself back nine centuries to leave a knife buried on an island off New York in the event he'll need it in three days to trade with a cosmic entity intent on biting off everyone's faces. The latter requires vast stores of energy, planning, and a hope and a prayer something doesn't go wrong and leave him lost in another dimension for a century. '''WORDPLAY''' Loki is the Trickster, the god of lies and stories. He can enthrall a crowd and hold harsh audiences captive when given to spinning a yarn. Any topic will do as long as he can tease out some kind of tension or interest from it. Often weaving mythical or historical elements, he comes into his own when truly fascinated by the subject at hand. So much of storytelling is reading the audience and drawing them in, allowing the seeds of an idea to form in their minds and let them think they devised the narrative. So it goes with the best of lies: use a bit of truth, sprinkle liberally with details, and allow it to form. A glib tongue doesn't mean making up things wholesale, though it can help.
|Skills='''DIPLOMACY''' The second Prince of Asgard has a much lighter touch than his brother and father in matters of diplomacy. Taught by Frigga in the fine art of conversation and negotiations, Loki is prepared in every way to deal with foes across a table as much on the battlefield. He mastered the art of the fine word, appearing to give more than he receives. Defusing situations between tense supernatural powers with a vast degree of power is something of a stock in trade. Even when completely at odds with his brother or father, he will invariably show up to close ranks in Asgard's favour with a well-placed word or a frighteningly effective offer, often after completely undermining the other side's position and thoroughly investigating all their weaknesses. Loki thinks of diplomacy as the great game, one much more risky and tactically challenging than war. Anyone can swing a hammer from horseback. Can anyone convince an army of trolls to turn around and besiege their dark elf allies and then bring terror down upon a recalcitrant city state in his own name, using a kenning of their own prophesy-granting 'god'? That's a rare skill. And he knows it. '''EDUCATED''' Loki has had the better part of three millennia to educate himself, access to the finest tutors and very few corners of the multiverse sealed off to him. Time and other dimensions are no barrier to him, and he actively seeks out knowledge new to him. He has a working command of multiple scientific fields, occult lore, psychology and social sciences, the arts, and the finer points of cooking, poetry, breeding night-flowering plants, and other quizzically bizarre topics simply because he never wants to be without an answer. He's a walking encyclopaedia with deep expertise on the denizens, phenomena, and natural world of the realms. '''MAGIC''' Loki is, perhaps, the finest sorcerer in Asgard short of the Odinforce-empowered All-Father. He ranks among the top tier casters of the Nine Realms, and unlike many of them, has the luxury of time to master the subject and plumb its depths. He, in his various incarnations, has studied topics that other casters would never dare - like black magic or light elf enchantments - and thoroughly explored all those skeletons in the mystical closet just to see what makes them tick. He is a heavyweight for understanding different traditions, magic items, and the ins and outs of how magic works. There are still areas he has only moderate experience in, but standing at the intersection of science, faith, and magic gives him an uncanny level of knowledge. The field is the one he feels most pressed to excel in to differentiate himself from other Asgardians, and there is damn well no stone to be left unturned. '''MAGNIFICENT BASTARD''' In conjunction with +wea Magnificent Bastard, Loki truly is a commanding, charming man with all the compelling warmth of a roaring fire in the hearth. People who know better cannot help but be attracted to him, moths to the incandescent flame. Worse, he knows exactly what his glittering charisma does to people, and he has absolutely no compunction about turning up the wattage to put on a show. Balanced between arrogance, bombast, sly wit, and stunning charisma, Loki makes the most seasoned attorneys sound like toddlers and celebrities seem like two-dimensional, flat characters. When he's on, he can eclipse the sun, and make others around him grateful for it. Silver tongued devil, he uses his wits and gift of the gab to keep even his affirmed enemies eating out of the palm of his hand. Let's be honest, it's /hard/ to resist someone good-looking, fascinated by you, and listening intently to your every word. Loki is rare among the Asgardians -- or anyone there -- in that his overdone quality tends to be an appealing affectation. He can damn well be the devil they know, and they love him for it anyways. It goes without saying he can convince and coerce people to follow his line of thinking without them ever realising he did it all along - even his staunchest enemies in the Asgardian court who keep a close watch on everything he does fall for his plans. Regularly. '''REACTIONS''' Poke the beast, it forgets what it was doing to roar. It sounds a lot better in Asgardian, honestly. Loki has an alarming talent for getting a rise out of people. Most of this is timing rather than a fundamental understanding of human nature. Upset the fire giant emissary with a cutting barb about his mother being cinders, say. Give the slightest grin during a discussion and fluster someone he doesn't like. When someone needs to garner a reaction, he's the man. '''WARRIOR''' Loki may not be the peer of his brother in stature or on the battlefield, but he had every minute of training and tutelage from the finest warriors Asgard, Vanaheim, and the Nine Realms could offer. He spent years in apprenticeship in Alfheim and among the dwarves of Nidavellir. Endlessly drilled in most weapons, he shows a distinct preference for swords, staves, and spears, and he is a master swordsman by anyone's gauge. Loki can hold off giants with his enchanted blade, Laevateinn, and inflict grievous damage even without augmentation from his spells. He is competent in heavier weapons and fighting with two blades, but he shines with finesse over raw brawn. He is an expert marksman with bows and augmented energy weapons, though he rarely chooses to use such things, favouring mystical bolts. It's a rare day in Hel to see Loki reduced to fisticuffs, but as the disir (corrupted undead valkyries) learned to their regret, he is a fierce pugilist and martial artist, capable of curbstomping physically superior opponents through tactical strikes that immobilise, inflict pain, or take advantage of his greater speed. Loki's ability to shape-shift helps substantially too in a fight; he can change form and size to match an opponent.
|Resources='''ASGARD''' When he's in Odin's good graces, Loki has access to all the wealth and splendour that the golden realm can offer to its prince. When he's on the outs, he has to rely on his own resources squirreled away in various places. '''COLLECTION''' Loki has his own personal store of artifacts and relics. Several of these properly belong to other people or in Odin's vault. He tends to keep rarer and dangerous objects that augment his spells or provide a get out of jail free card. They include Norn Stones, the Mind Stone, and a staff that helps focus his spellcasting abilities. Several serve no good purpose at all, like summoning a dark elf wild hunt. '''CONNECTIONS''' Loki has many, many connections in high places and low. He has spent a lifetime building up people to know, whether dark elf hunters or brain-eating squid people. You just never know when you need to call in a favour. He has no compunctions whatsoever about who he rubs shoulders with as long as it serves to benefit him or Asgard. Keeping his connections secret allows him to call on unexpected boons at the best of times, getting out of scrapes. '''FAMILY''' The Asgardians recognize Loki as their prince. He is blood brother to Thor Odinson and son of Odin by unbreakable bonds of power. Frigga sees him as her son. Balder is his brother. As much as Loki wants to reject his family most of the time, he can call on them for help and expect their wrath to fall on any who meddle. It's an issue of pride, and the line of Odin has far too much of that to spare. The greatest thorn in his side is also his greatest asset, sometimes. '''JOTUNHEIM''' Loki is -- fine, was -- rightly the heir to the throne of Jotunheim, the kingdom of the ice giants. At the moment of King Laufey's death, his claim was paramount. Giants don't exactly respect physical weakness and no one actually backed up his right, nor has he ever bothered to heavily press it. However, his wit, speed, and sheer power could very well force the frost giants to bend the knee or lend their assistance, especially if they saw some way to gain over Asgard and Muspelheim, their traditional enemies. Any favours in this direction are bound to be minor and not come cheap. '''LAEVATEINN''' Loki's enchanted sword -- Damage Twig -- is an artifact of Asgard, a wickedly sharp blade called Laevateinn. The Thorn, as it's otherwise called, can inflict wounds that do not stop bleeding and it cuts through most armours and defensive enchantments. He can even use it to create upwellings of pure mana, often fueled by his own magic, in dead zones where no magic exists. He channels spells through the specially prepared and tempered uru metal -- the same material Mjolnir is made from -- and the blade can retain the spell far longer than a mundane substance will. Laevateinn is thus capable of slicing through most substances, striking ephemeral / incorporeal beings, and acting as a focus for his magic, honing it down to a laser beam comparatively. It can substitute for nearly arcane component except the most powerful. The Thorn could cross blades with an energy weapon as easily as a magic bolt. Laevateinn is nearly unbreakable. It takes the shape of a one-handed sword. Worse yet, the ancestral gift of this sword carries the weight of the Odinforce and blessing of the Norns for reasons unknown. Loki can summon it to his presence with only a thought. '''OCCULT LIBRARY''' It goes without saying a sorcerer of his peerless ability has the library to match, and possibly superior to others of his status. He collects magical items, grimoires, rare components and trinkets from across the face of the universe, hunting through its dimensions to capture anything that might interest him. Several of his objects belonged in vaults of other powerful mystic entities like Dormammu, Hela, and Surtur. His collection does not exist in one place, but multiple ones, warded by deadly traps, subtle illusions, teleportation barriers, mundane poisons, and more. Conceivably some of the tomes in his possession have copies nowhere else, and his own transcriptions of dark magic, chaos magic, nature and elemental magics, and seidr have no parallels. He uses encrypted methods to write his spellbooks, further inhibiting people from understanding since Allspeak or a translation spell won't reveal his meaning. Paranoid? You don't say... '''WEALTH''' As a 3,000 year old immortal with a tendency to hop realms or get exiled by dint of his scheming, Loki keeps liquid and hard assets scattered throughout the Nine Realms. He has so many caches, he's partly forgotten about what is on hand. His safe houses always possess backup weapons, spells, rare herbs, healing salves, and magical bric-a-brac to help with a hard landing. On Earth, he maintains multiple accounts under different identities, caches with antiquities he can sell for immediate cash, and investments under dozens of names. Collectively these allow him plenty of filthy lucre needed to keep himself in the manner in which he is accustomed, bribe officials, and the like.
|Weaknesses='''ASGARD''' More than anything, Loki wishes to be recognized as a rightful, proper prince of Asgard. Most of his plans and plots are meant for the good of Asgard -- and occasionally the greater universe. At the end of the day, he does what he thinks is right. An opponent might take advantage of this. Further, he thinks his view of matters is often clearer than other Asgardians too blinded by their ethics and traditional limitations. It's the height of arrogance, and another fault easily exploited. '''BAH HUMANS''' As far as Loki is concerned, humans are beneath him as a dog is to a god. They may be instructed to do things and they show vestiges of intellect. En masse, they should be feared as an unpredictable force. Certain ones (Sorcerer Supreme, looking at you) demonstrate unnerving capabilities to put snarls in his plans. But Loki routinely underestimates them because he's a 3,000+ year old sorcerous god with 20 levels in badass. Humans usually get the best of him. His incarnations may learn. '''ENEMIES''' Where can someone begin? At times the entire Asgardian court looks upon him with disfavour. Odin's constant bellwether opinion of his adopted middle son ranges from frostily cordial to blindingly outraged. Sif and the Warriors Three don't always have Thor's blindspot. Add up the traditional rogues gallery for Asgard, and they are Loki's enemies too. Surtur, the king of Muspelheim, is among his greatest enemies. He distrusts Hela greatly, and has little love either for Karnilla. Dormammu, various Chaos and Hell Lords, and Mephisto all personally hate Loki given his ability to show them up. Though he might appear to cooperate with Malekith and various monarchs or powers in the Nine Realms, none of them are his true allies. His enemies would like nothing more than his head on a spike or occasionally his body in chains to make a point to Asgard. '''ENVY''' Also bears noting, Loki is deeply envious of Thor, and his envy is built on an artificial perception rather than actual fact. Yes, Thor is beloved in Asgard, though not by every last soul under the sun. Plenty of regular Asgardians have problems with someone so damn awesome over them, his fame and his nature far too much for them. If Loki could ever learn to see past the shining demigod he's built out of Thor's reputation, he might see this. More significantly Thor does /not/ enjoy Odin's universal support and affection the way Loki seems to think he does. The All-Father is an ornery, bitter bastard all around and reserves his affection only for his wife, treating his children with equal parts disdain, disappointment, unrealistic demands, and the worst kind of patriarchal expectation. Is it any wonder they're constantly trying to undermine or overthrow him? '''FRIGGA''' The Queen of Asgard is the only person who truly took Loki underwing, teaching him sorcery, valuing him as a person. In her eyes, he is something more than a burden. He loves her as no other. A word from her in his ear can change the line of his thinking. Disappointment in her eyes wounds him like a blade. A threat against her would warrant bringing down Ragnarok. '''MAGNIFICENT BASTARD''' He is manipulative, and excellent at his manipulations. Not a single member of the Asgardian court escapes his attention over the years, and he enjoys displaying his prowess in front of the sometimes humiliated victims. Nonetheless, his silver tongue is fully capable of getting him in trouble. Few people are going to accept 'It was just mischief' as an excuse when smarting from another of his plans. Yet he can still manipulate those who still know not to trust him, which only compounds the problem. '''NOTORIETY''' Loki's reputation as a trickster god precedes him through the Nine Realms. No one in their right mind thinks to trust his word, and they certainly would be fools to believe everything he says. There is little he can do to change this perception, evne when telling the honest truth. '''PRIDE''' It goes without saying he suffers from the seven deadly sins in turn, but his greatest sin is pride. Loki believes himself smarter, better, and infallible to a degree above and beyond his peers. Pride goes before a fall, they say, but they never met Lucifer Morningstar or Loki Laufeyson. '''PUBLIC IDENTITY''' Norse mythology calls Loki the god of mischief, and the surviving Eddas do not speak joyously of his good character. His exploits in legend have been known to western civilization for the better part of a thousand years. Anyone with an Internet connection can sift through the Lokasenna or that awful story about siring Odin's eight-legged steed, Sleipnir, which he absolutely did not do. Therefore, the moment Thor shouts 'Loki! Brother!' the gig is up and all the mythological stories preserved fall on his head. '''RUTHLESS''' Loki is a ruthless manipulator around erstwhile, temporary allies and utterly, unquestionably vengeful against certain foes of Asgard. His descent into these plans can totally derail his actual goals and blind him to everything else. Loki does not do things by half measures. '''UNTRUSTING'''UNTRUSTING The world is a harsh, uncaring place. No one else will look out for Loki but Loki, and anyone else who claims to be protecting his interests is either deluded, mind controlled or lying through their teeth. He has a very hard time dropping his guard to relinquish an ounce of trust or control to others, though Thor may be the best placed to do it. His greatest sins are pride and envy. This definitely combines them both.
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[[Category:Asgard]]
[[Category:Mystic Arts]]
[[Category:Just Cause]]

Jubilee

2017-11-12T03:31:14Z

OldLiu:

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{{CharacterNew
|NameOnMUSH=Jubilee
|Color=#FF0087
|TextColor=#FFFF00
|Char_id=59
|Img=http://i.imgur.com/b1RCONI.jpg
|FullName=Jubilation Lee
|Gender=Female
|Species=Mutant
|Theme=Marvel
|Chartype=FC
|Active=Active
|Occupation=Various
|Groups=Mutants
|Quote="Welcome to Spatula City."
|PAge=20s
|AAge=25
|DOB=4 July 2000
|Height=5'2"
|Weight=118
|Hair=Black
|Eyes=Brown
|Actor=Angelababy Yang
|Song="I Don't Care" (Steam Powered Giraffe Cover) "Brass Goggles" "Steampunk Revolution"
|Profile=Everyone who's ever met Jubilee loves her. Or hates her. A graduate of Xavier's, she has found her path outside the calling of education. She now acts as a rescuer, finding the gifted, young and old, and helping them to find their place. And hopefully a positive future full of hope and light. With a penchant for humour and a love of Steampunk, she finds her way into the hearts of everyone, one way or another. But once she's in the heart of the enemy...It's SHOWTIME.
 
 
== JUBILEE'S HISTORY ==
Jubilation Lee was born in Beverly Hills, California, the only child of wealthy Chinese immigrants. She was, in a word, spirited. For years, she worked tirelessly to perfect her exquisite skills in gymnastics, and was thought by many to be destined for the Olympic Games before she was even a teenager. Her slight but muscular form was highly-disciplined, and there was little else on her mind until the day two hitmen took the lives of her mother and father.

That was the day that everything changed.

Jubilation was sent to an orphanage, but her spirit was undaunted, and would not be restrained. She escaped shortly thereafter, and stowed away within a mall in the heart of Beverly Hills. She stole food to survive, and concealed her presence from all but the most quick-witted of security guards. But even those could not corner the girl, if she did not want to be discovered.

Then, unbidden, everything changed again. One night, as she fled through the mall with two security guards in pursuit, the heat of the moment overcame the girl when she was nearly apprehended. As she put up her hands in defense, a cascading shower of pyrotechnic light appeared between her and the two guards, who became blinded and bewildered by the display. Likely as stunned as they, Jubilation had just enough presence of mind to flee.

In the coming days and weeks, Jubilation hid herself away and tested her newfound skills, watching with wonder each flash of colourful light as it exploded with a sound that she called "paf." Gradually, the homeless orphan found acceptance and even admiration in the throngs who frequent the mall by exhibiting her talents in small, staged spectacles of light and colour. Acceptance, admiration, and occasionally, a handful of coins.

But the girl's displays of "jubilation" would not be the height of her achievements. In the coming years, Jubilation was subject to a great deal of scrutiny, in brushes with law enforcement who wanted to see her tested and identified, and if applicable, registered as a mutant. She narrowly managed to avoid capture at every turn, but found herself living on the street, and having to be far more careful about her only means of making money. It was at this time that a man saw a street performance held by the girl, and he snagged her the moment one of her fireworks took the form of a Chinese dragon and took flight. With a no-nonsense attitude, and the reflexes to catch her by the arm before she could flee, he identified himself as "like her," and pulled her off the street and onto the road with him. It was some years later that he brought her to a group of like-minded people he counted as friends, and fellow mutants. Here, she got her degree, and now teaches mutants like herself, finding her own little niche in a group known as the X-Men.
|Description=Jubilee stands 5'4" and looks to weigh about 110 pounds. Her hair is long, sleek, and onyx black, and her eyes range from their usual stormy grey to glowing blue, depending upon circumstances. Nestled atop her head, most often, is a pair of turn-of-the-century brass goggles fitted with welding glass, which shields her eyes when things get intense. Because intense means bright. Really bright. She's fond of corsets and pinup styles of dress, tanktops and cutoff denim shorts, and bikinis. Often, in true steampunk fashion, she often wears a yellow peacoat with gears and toggles. And more often than any of the rest, her signature pair of pink Converse sneakers.
|History=Jubilation Lee was born in Beverly Hills, California, the only child of wealthy Chinese immigrants. She was, in a word, spirited. For years, she worked tirelessly to perfect her exquisite skills in gymnastics, and was thought by many to be destined for the Olympic Games before she was even a teenager. Her slight but muscular form was highly-disciplined, and there was little else on her mind until the day two hitmen took the lives of her mother and father. That was the day that everything changed. Jubilation was sent to an orphanage, but her spirit was undaunted, and would not be restrained. She escaped shortly thereafter, and stowed away within a mall in the heart of Beverly Hills. She stole food to survive, and concealed her presence from all but the most quick-witted of security guards. But even those could not corner the girl, if she did not want to be discovered. Then, unbidden, everything changed again. One night, as she fled through the mall with two security guards in pursuit, the heat of the moment overcame the girl when she was nearly apprehended. As she put up her hands in defense, a cascading shower of pyrotechnic light appeared between her and the two guards, who became blinded and bewildered by the display. Likely as stunned as they, Jubilation had just enough presence of mind to flee. In the coming days and weeks, Jubilation hid herself away and tested her newfound skills, watching with wonder each flash of colourful light as it exploded with a sound that she called "paf." Gradually, the homeless orphan found acceptance and even admiration in the throngs who frequent the mall by exhibiting her talents in small, staged spectacles of light and colour. Acceptance, admiration, and occasionally, a handful of coins. But the girl's displays of "jubilation" would not be the height of her achievements. In the coming years, Jubilation was subject to a great deal of scrutiny, in brushes with law enforcement who wanted to see her tested and identified, and if applicable, registered as a mutant. She narrowly managed to avoid capture at every turn, but found herself living on the street, and having to be far more careful about her only means of making money. It was at this time that a man saw a street performance held by the girl, and he snagged her the moment one of her fireworks took the form of a Chinese dragon and took flight. With a no-nonsense attitude, and the reflexes to catch her by the arm before she could flee, he identified himself as "like her," and pulled her off the street and onto the road with him. It was some years later that he brought her to a group of like-minded people he counted as friends, and fellow mutants. She became a member of the X-Men, but has given up her teaching gig, due to perceived danger to students, owing to her "unique condition." That is...One bad date had catastrophic consequences. All she remembers are his eyes. So mesmerizing. So beautiful. So deadly. And now...well, now everything has changed. Vampire is a terrible word. And a horrific life. Self-exile is often the only way.
|Personality=Anyone who's ever met Jubilee loves her. Or hates her. Her sense of humour and equal-opportunity irreverence are the foundation for antics that range from irritating to mind-boggling. She has a penchant for tech and gadgetry, steampunk culture, and tough guys. With a heart of gold, she'll find her way into the hearts of friends and enemies. But once she's inside the enemy's....it's SHOWTIME!
|Abilities='''HEALING FACTOR''' When well-fed, Jubilee can heal quickly from most wounds that would usually be considered non-lethal. Wounds that would normally be considered mortal, may take days to weaks to heal. '''HEIGHTENED SENSES''' Thanks to her short criminal career and a lifetime of watching out for bigger problems than she could handle, Jubilee is really on the ball. She doesn't miss much, and her eye for trouble extends to clues and cues as well. She's also a really good people-watcher and cold-reader. But the ante is upped, with heightened senses, as a vampire. '''IMMORTALITY''' Oh God, you're stuck with Jubilee until someone beheads her, or burns her to ashes. Or she enjoys a day on the beach, sunbathing. '''MESMERISM''' Jubilee has the ability to mesmerize or hypnotize most humans, and many other species (given that the player whose character is targeted is aware and in agreement, depending upon the roleplay situation.) '''PLASMOIDS''' Jubilee can create bursts of glowing, multicolored globules of energy in an impressive spectrum of colors, which she refers to as 'fireworks'. The plasmoids zip around under her control, and she can absorb them back into her body harmlessly. She can also use them to attack by detonating them against a target, delivering explosive and energy damage capable of burning holes in sheet steel. If she wishes, she can make the plasmoids explode in stroboscopic flashes of light, blinding enemies. She can spray fireworks from each hand, which means she can blast two enemies at once if she doesn't mind doing a bit less damage. All that, and a better show than a Chinese New Year, too! Still, they have a short range. The longest shot Jubilee's ever attempted was about 50 meters. Owing to her new powers as a vampire, when put under duress, she may deliver a double-handed plume of blue plasma that could melt a Volkswagen Beetle. But she can't sustain it for long, or do it often. '''SUPERHUMAN SPEED''' Being a vampire has vastly increased speed, reaction time, and dexterity, allowing Jubilee's top speed and abilities as a gymnast to increase exponentially beyond her previous human form. '''SUPERHUMAN STRENGTH''' Jubilation is extremely strong, and able to lift between 500 and 1000 pounds, depending upon how well-fed she is at the time. '''TELEPATHY''' Jubilee can communicate telepathically, over fairly short distances. Owing to her lifelong psychic shield, however, she prefers not to use it if she can help it.
|Skills='''DRIVING''' Thanks the nerves of steel of one civil servant who courageously rode with Jubilee through all twelve tries at taking her driving test, Jubilee now has a driver's license and the skills to keep it. (Either that, or the poor guy was just afraid he'd have to ride with her again.) Whether it's a manual transmission or an automatic, she can get into it and drive it from Point A to Point B, even in New York City traffic. She can also navigate by map or GPS, whichever she has. But she's far more at home on a motorcycle. '''GET OUTTA MY HEAD!''' Whether it's another aspect of her mutant powers, the chaotic nature of a teenage mall rat's mind, or just a plain, old-fashoned sneaky mindset, Jubilee is incredibly hard for even powerful telepaths to detect. Using powers requiring mind-to-mind contact is just as hard. Even the Prof himself isn't sure of the nature of this ability, only that it works, and works very well. '''GYMNAST''' Due to natural talent and a good teacher, Jubilee was an Olympic hopeful since before whe was a teenager. With plenty of time in the gym and the Danger Room, she's only gotten better since then. '''HAND-TO-HAND''' Between martial arts lessons, some time in juvenile hall, and training from the more combat-capable members of the X-Men, Jubilee can hold her own in a fight. While she'll probably never win any martial arts tournaments, she can stand against many supervillains both offensively and defensively, usually long enough to bring her powers into play or, if things are desperate, get some help. '''PLASMOIDS''' Jubilee can create bursts of glowing, multicolored globules of energy in an impressive spectrum of colors, which she refers to as 'fireworks'. The plasmoids zip around under her control, and she can absorb them back into her body harmlessly. She can also use them to attack by detonating them against a target, delivering explosive and energy damage capable of burning holes in sheet steel. If she wishes, she can make the plasmoids explode in stroboscopic flashes of light, blinding enemies. She can spray fireworks from each hand, which means she can blast two enemies at once if she doesn't mind doing a bit less damage. All that, and a better show than a Chinese New Year, too! Still, they have a short range. The longest shot Jubilee's ever attempted was about 50 meters. '''SHARP AS A TACK''' While she's no scholar, Jubilee is pretty good at figuring things out. She's smart in the ways that books don't cover, which is known to come in handy at times. '''SMOOTH CRIMINAL''' Jubilee isn't fond of camping or civil authorities, but she's learned through very hard-earned experience on the streets that there are ways to avoid both. The sneaky girl is well acquainted with the five-finger discount, including getting past electronic security systems, how to spot security cameras, and just avoiding being noticed in general. She also knows how to find things that can't be bought the normal way, who to talk to, how to avoid gang trouble, and where NOT to go after dark. And food and a place to sleep are never a problem if she's even halfway trying: Clothing, shelter, water, cheeseburgers, candy, doughnuts, pizza-by-the-slice, ice cream, soda pop... all the necessities of life are easily found! '''STRONG-WILLED''' Nobody who wasn't stubborn would go their own way like Jubilee does, or survive the trauma of having their entire family murdered and their life destroyed. Many people have seen only the spunky girl's cheerful demeanor and underestimated her, to their own peril. Beneath the bratty surface lurks the heart of a fighter.
|Resources='''THAT BIKE, THO''' A candy app red Harley named Bump. '''THE THINGS I CARRY''' The sum total of possessions carried by Jubilation Lee at any time, is as follows: A pair of brass goggles fitted with welding glass. A silver ring given to her by her father on her tenth birthday. A pair of totally kickin' pink Converses. A yellow coat with too many buckles, buttons, gears, buckles, and straps. Lip gloss - Sweet Watermelon At least two packs of strawberry-flavoured bubble gum. Old sorrows, and new hope. Of these, she carries an abundance.
|Weaknesses='''BLOODSUCKER''' As with typical vampires, Jubilation must subsist on the blood of her prey. She cannot digest other foods. So please don't make her a sammich. This does, often lead to the death of her victims. Usually. Almost always. '''BRAT!''' Jubilee is an equal-opportunity irreverent. Her attitude and mouth are more likely than not to get her in trouble someday. Let's just call her...unconventional. '''DYSCALCULA''' Jubilee has a mild learning disability when it comes to mathematics. While she can do simple math for the most part, it's a slow process, and advanced math is simply beyond her. This might explain why she rarely has any pocket money. '''ENEMIES''' As a member of the X-Men, Jubilee has inherited their enemies. Even when she was out on her own, she managed to annoy and anger rather a lot of people. Plus, with her sharp tongue and irreverent attitude, sooner or later she's bound to piss everyone else off, too. And now she's a vampire. So anyone she meets could mean GAME ON. '''THE SUN, THE SUN!''' Jubilee has an aversion to the sun, and for good reason. She can step into the sun only when shaded, and even then it can give her one hell of a sunburn, in one hell of a hurry. Left in the direct sun, she will quickly burn to death.

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[[Category:X-Men]][[Category:Xavier's School]]

Jubilee

2017-11-12T03:27:42Z

OldLiu:

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{{CharacterNew
|NameOnMUSH=Jubilee
|Color=#FF0087
|TextColor=#FFFF00
|Char_id=59
|Img=http://i.imgur.com/b1RCONI.jpg
|FullName=Jubilation Lee
|Gender=Female
|Species=Mutant
|Theme=Marvel
|Chartype=FC
|Active=Active
|Occupation=Various
|Groups=Mutants
|Quote="Welcome to Spatula City."
|PAge=20s
|AAge=25
|DOB=4 July 2000
|Height=5'2"
|Weight=118
|Hair=Black
|Eyes=Brown
|Actor=Angelababy Yang
|Song="I Don't Care" (Steam Powered Giraffe Cover) "Brass Goggles" "Steampunk Revolution"
|Profile=Everyone who's ever met Jubilee loves her. Or hates her. A graduate of Xavier's, she has found her path outside the calling of education. She now acts as a rescuer, finding the gifted, young and old, and helping them to find their place. And hopefully a positive future full of hope and light. With a penchant for humour and a love of Steampunk, she finds her way into the hearts of everyone, one way or another. But once she's in the heart of the enemy...It's SHOWTIME.
 
 
== JUBILEE'S HISTORY ==
Jubilation Lee was born in Beverly Hills, California, the only child of wealthy Chinese immigrants. She was, in a word, spirited. For years, she worked tirelessly to perfect her exquisite skills in gymnastics, and was thought by many to be destined for the Olympic Games before she was even a teenager. Her slight but muscular form was highly-disciplined, and there was little else on her mind until the day two hitmen took the lives of her mother and father.

That was the day that everything changed.

Jubilation was sent to an orphanage, but her spirit was undaunted, and would not be restrained. She escaped shortly thereafter, and stowed away within a mall in the heart of Beverly Hills. She stole food to survive, and concealed her presence from all but the most quick-witted of security guards. But even those could not corner the girl, if she did not want to be discovered.

Then, unbidden, everything changed again. One night, as she fled through the mall with two security guards in pursuit, the heat of the moment overcame the girl when she was nearly apprehended. As she put up her hands in defense, a cascading shower of pyrotechnic light appeared between her and the two guards, who became blinded and bewildered by the display. Likely as stunned as they, Jubilation had just enough presence of mind to flee.

In the coming days and weeks, Jubilation hid herself away and tested her newfound skills, watching with wonder each flash of colourful light as it exploded with a sound that she called "paf." Gradually, the homeless orphan found acceptance and even admiration in the throngs who frequent the mall by exhibiting her talents in small, staged spectacles of light and colour. Acceptance, admiration, and occasionally, a handful of coins.

But the girl's displays of "jubilation" would not be the height of her achievements. In the coming years, Jubilation was subject to a great deal of scrutiny, in brushes with law enforcement who wanted to see her tested and identified, and if applicable, registered as a mutant. She narrowly managed to avoid capture at every turn, but found herself living on the street, and having to be far more careful about her only means of making money. It was at this time that a man saw a street performance held by the girl, and he snagged her the moment one of her fireworks took the form of a Chinese dragon and took flight. With a no-nonsense attitude, and the reflexes to catch her by the arm before she could flee, he identified himself as "like her," and pulled her off the street and onto the road with him. It was some years later that he brought her to a group of like-minded people he counted as friends, and fellow mutants. Here, she got her degree, and now teaches mutants like herself, finding her own little niche in a group known as the X-Men.
|Description=Jubilee stands 5'4" and looks to weigh about 110 pounds. Her hair is long, sleek, and onyx black, and her eyes range from their usual stormy grey to glowing blue, depending upon circumstances. Nestled atop her head, most often, is a pair of turn-of-the-century brass goggles fitted with welding glass, which shields her eyes when things get intense. Because intense means bright. Really bright. She's fond of corsets and pinup styles of dress, tanktops and cutoff denim shorts, and bikinis. Often, in true steampunk fashion, she often wears a yellow peacoat with gears and toggles. And more often than any of the rest, her signature pair of pink Converse sneakers.
|History=Jubilation Lee was born in Beverly Hills, California, the only child of wealthy Chinese immigrants. She was, in a word, spirited. For years, she worked tirelessly to perfect her exquisite skills in gymnastics, and was thought by many to be destined for the Olympic Games before she was even a teenager. Her slight but muscular form was highly-disciplined, and there was little else on her mind until the day two hitmen took the lives of her mother and father. That was the day that everything changed. Jubilation was sent to an orphanage, but her spirit was undaunted, and would not be restrained. She escaped shortly thereafter, and stowed away within a mall in the heart of Beverly Hills. She stole food to survive, and concealed her presence from all but the most quick-witted of security guards. But even those could not corner the girl, if she did not want to be discovered. Then, unbidden, everything changed again. One night, as she fled through the mall with two security guards in pursuit, the heat of the moment overcame the girl when she was nearly apprehended. As she put up her hands in defense, a cascading shower of pyrotechnic light appeared between her and the two guards, who became blinded and bewildered by the display. Likely as stunned as they, Jubilation had just enough presence of mind to flee. In the coming days and weeks, Jubilation hid herself away and tested her newfound skills, watching with wonder each flash of colourful light as it exploded with a sound that she called "paf." Gradually, the homeless orphan found acceptance and even admiration in the throngs who frequent the mall by exhibiting her talents in small, staged spectacles of light and colour. Acceptance, admiration, and occasionally, a handful of coins. But the girl's displays of "jubilation" would not be the height of her achievements. In the coming years, Jubilation was subject to a great deal of scrutiny, in brushes with law enforcement who wanted to see her tested and identified, and if applicable, registered as a mutant. She narrowly managed to avoid capture at every turn, but found herself living on the street, and having to be far more careful about her only means of making money. It was at this time that a man saw a street performance held by the girl, and he snagged her the moment one of her fireworks took the form of a Chinese dragon and took flight. With a no-nonsense attitude, and the reflexes to catch her by the arm before she could flee, he identified himself as "like her," and pulled her off the street and onto the road with him. It was some years later that he brought her to a group of like-minded people he counted as friends, and fellow mutants. She became a member of the X-Men, but has given up her teaching gig, due to perceived danger to students, owing to her "unique condition." That is...One bad date had catastrophic consequences. All she remembers are his eyes. So mesmerizing. So beautiful. So deadly. And now...well, now everything has changed. Vampire is a terrible word. And a horrific life. Self-exile is often the only way.
|Personality=Anyone who's ever met Jubilee loves her. Or hates her. Her sense of humour and equal-opportunity irreverence are the foundation for antics that range from irritating to mind-boggling. She has a penchant for tech and gadgetry, steampunk culture, and tough guys. With a heart of gold, she'll find her way into the hearts of friends and enemies. But once she's inside the enemy's....it's SHOWTIME!
|Abilities='''HEALING FACTOR''' When well-fed, Jubilee can heal quickly from most wounds that would usually be considered non-lethal. Wounds that would normally be considered mortal, may take days to weaks to heal. '''HEIGHTENED SENSES''' Thanks to her short criminal career and a lifetime of watching out for bigger problems than she could handle, Jubilee is really on the ball. She doesn't miss much, and her eye for trouble extends to clues and cues as well. She's also a really good people-watcher and cold-reader. But the ante is upped, with heightened senses, as a vampire. '''IMMORTALITY''' Oh God, you're stuck with Jubilee until someone beheads her, or burns her to ashes. Or she enjoys a day on the beach, sunbathing. '''MESMERISM''' Jubilee has the ability to mesmerize or hypnotize most humans, and many other species (given that the player whose character is targeted is aware and in agreement, depending upon the roleplay situation.) '''PLASMOIDS''' Jubilee can create bursts of glowing, multicolored globules of energy in an impressive spectrum of colors, which she refers to as 'fireworks'. The plasmoids zip around under her control, and she can absorb them back into her body harmlessly. She can also use them to attack by detonating them against a target, delivering explosive and energy damage capable of burning holes in sheet steel. If she wishes, she can make the plasmoids explode in stroboscopic flashes of light, blinding enemies. She can spray fireworks from each hand, which means she can blast two enemies at once if she doesn't mind doing a bit less damage. All that, and a better show than a Chinese New Year, too! Still, they have a short range. The longest shot Jubilee's ever attempted was about 50 meters. Owing to her new powers as a vampire, when put under duress, she may deliver a double-handed plume of blue plasma that could melt a Volkswagen Beetle. But she can't sustain it for long, or do it often. '''SUPERHUMAN SPEED''' Being a vampire has vastly increased speed, reaction time, and dexterity, allowing Jubilee's top speed and abilities as a gymnast to increase exponentially beyond her previous human form. '''SUPERHUMAN STRENGTH''' Jubilation is extremely strong, and able to lift between 500 and 1000 pounds, depending upon how well-fed she is at the time. '''TELEPATHY''' Jubilee can communicate telepathically, over fairly short distances. Owing to her lifelong psychic shield, however, she prefers not to use it if she can help it.
|Skills='''DRIVING''' Thanks the nerves of steel of one civil servant who courageously rode with Jubilee through all twelve tries at taking her driving test, Jubilee now has a driver's license and the skills to keep it. (Either that, or the poor guy was just afraid he'd have to ride with her again.) Whether it's a manual transmission or an automatic, she can get into it and drive it from Point A to Point B, even in New York City traffic. She can also navigate by map or GPS, whichever she has. But she's far more at home on a motorcycle. '''GET OUTTA MY HEAD!''' Whether it's another aspect of her mutant powers, the chaotic nature of a teenage mall rat's mind, or just a plain, old-fashoned sneaky mindset, Jubilee is incredibly hard for even powerful telepaths to detect. Using powers requiring mind-to-mind contact is just as hard. Even the Prof himself isn't sure of the nature of this ability, only that it works, and works very well. '''GYMNAST''' Due to natural talent and a good teacher, Jubilee was an Olympic hopeful since before whe was a teenager. With plenty of time in the gym and the Danger Room, she's only gotten better since then. '''HAND-TO-HAND''' Between martial arts lessons, some time in juvenile hall, and training from the more combat-capable members of the X-Men, Jubilee can hold her own in a fight. While she'll probably never win any martial arts tournaments, she can stand against many supervillains both offensively and defensively, usually long enough to bring her powers into play or, if things are desperate, get some help. '''PLASMOIDS''' Jubilee can create bursts of glowing, multicolored globules of energy in an impressive spectrum of colors, which she refers to as 'fireworks'. The plasmoids zip around under her control, and she can absorb them back into her body harmlessly. She can also use them to attack by detonating them against a target, delivering explosive and energy damage capable of burning holes in sheet steel. If she wishes, she can make the plasmoids explode in stroboscopic flashes of light, blinding enemies. She can spray fireworks from each hand, which means she can blast two enemies at once if she doesn't mind doing a bit less damage. All that, and a better show than a Chinese New Year, too! Still, they have a short range. The longest shot Jubilee's ever attempted was about 50 meters. '''SHARP AS A TACK''' While she's no scholar, Jubilee is pretty good at figuring things out. She's smart in the ways that books don't cover, which is known to come in handy at times. '''SMOOTH CRIMINAL''' Jubilee isn't fond of camping or civil authorities, but she's learned through very hard-earned experience on the streets that there are ways to avoid both. The sneaky girl is well acquainted with the five-finger discount, including getting past electronic security systems, how to spot security cameras, and just avoiding being noticed in general. She also knows how to find things that can't be bought the normal way, who to talk to, how to avoid gang trouble, and where NOT to go after dark. And food and a place to sleep are never a problem if she's even halfway trying: Clothing, shelter, water, cheeseburgers, candy, doughnuts, pizza-by-the-slice, ice cream, soda pop... all the necessities of life are easily found! '''STRONG-WILLED''' Nobody who wasn't stubborn would go their own way like Jubilee does, or survive the trauma of having their entire family murdered and their life destroyed. Many people have seen only the spunky girl's cheerful demeanor and underestimated her, to their own peril. Beneath the bratty surface lurks the heart of a fighter.
|Resources='''THAT BIKE, THO'''<brA candy app red Harley named Bump. '''THE THINGS I CARRY''' The sum total of possessions carried by Jubilation Lee at any time, is as follows: A pair of brass goggles fitted with welding glass. A silver ring given to her by her father on her tenth birthday. A pair of totally kickin' pink Converses. A yellow coat with too many buckles, buttons, gears, buckles, and straps. Lip gloss - Sweet Watermelon At least two packs of strawberry-flavoured bubble gum. Old sorrows, and new hope. Of these, she carries an abundance.
|Weaknesses='''BLOODSUCKER''' As with typical vampires, Jubilation must subsist on the blood of her prey. She cannot digest other foods. So please don't make her a sammich. This does, often lead to the death of her victims. Usually. Almost always. '''BRAT!''' Jubilee is an equal-opportunity irreverent. Her attitude and mouth are more likely than not to get her in trouble someday. Let's just call her...unconventional. '''DYSCALCULA''' Jubilee has a mild learning disability when it comes to mathematics. While she can do simple math for the most part, it's a slow process, and advanced math is simply beyond her. This might explain why she rarely has any pocket money. '''ENEMIES''' As a member of the X-Men, Jubilee has inherited their enemies. Even when she was out on her own, she managed to annoy and anger rather a lot of people. Plus, with her sharp tongue and irreverent attitude, sooner or later she's bound to piss everyone else off, too. And now she's a vampire. So anyone she meets could mean GAME ON. '''THE SUN, THE SUN!''' Jubilee has an aversion to the sun, and for good reason. She can step into the sun only when shaded, and even then it can give her one hell of a sunburn, in one hell of a hurry. Left in the direct sun, she will quickly burn to death.

}}
[[Category:X-Men]][[Category:Xavier's School]]

Jubilee

2017-11-12T03:26:21Z

OldLiu:

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{{CharacterNew
|NameOnMUSH=Jubilee
|Color=#FF0087
|TextColor=#FFFF00
|Char_id=59
|Img=http://i.imgur.com/b1RCONI.jpg
|FullName=Jubilation Lee
|Gender=Female
|Species=Mutant
|Theme=Marvel
|Chartype=FC
|Active=Active
|Occupation=Various
|Groups=Mutants
|Quote="Welcome to Spatula City."
|PAge=20s
|AAge=25
|DOB=4 July 2000
|Height=5'2"
|Weight=118
|Hair=Black
|Eyes=Brown
|Actor=Angelababy Yang
|Song="I Don't Care" (Steam Powered Giraffe Cover) "Brass Goggles" "Steampunk Revolution"
|Profile=Everyone who's ever met Jubilee loves her. Or hates her. A graduate of Xavier's, she has found her path outside the calling of education. She now acts as a rescuer, finding the gifted, young and old, and helping them to find their place. And hopefully a positive future full of hope and light. With a penchant for humour and a love of Steampunk, she finds her way into the hearts of everyone, one way or another. But once she's in the heart of the enemy...It's SHOWTIME.
 
 
== JUBILEE'S HISTORY ==
Jubilation Lee was born in Beverly Hills, California, the only child of wealthy Chinese immigrants. She was, in a word, spirited. For years, she worked tirelessly to perfect her exquisite skills in gymnastics, and was thought by many to be destined for the Olympic Games before she was even a teenager. Her slight but muscular form was highly-disciplined, and there was little else on her mind until the day two hitmen took the lives of her mother and father.

That was the day that everything changed.

Jubilation was sent to an orphanage, but her spirit was undaunted, and would not be restrained. She escaped shortly thereafter, and stowed away within a mall in the heart of Beverly Hills. She stole food to survive, and concealed her presence from all but the most quick-witted of security guards. But even those could not corner the girl, if she did not want to be discovered.

Then, unbidden, everything changed again. One night, as she fled through the mall with two security guards in pursuit, the heat of the moment overcame the girl when she was nearly apprehended. As she put up her hands in defense, a cascading shower of pyrotechnic light appeared between her and the two guards, who became blinded and bewildered by the display. Likely as stunned as they, Jubilation had just enough presence of mind to flee.

In the coming days and weeks, Jubilation hid herself away and tested her newfound skills, watching with wonder each flash of colourful light as it exploded with a sound that she called "paf." Gradually, the homeless orphan found acceptance and even admiration in the throngs who frequent the mall by exhibiting her talents in small, staged spectacles of light and colour. Acceptance, admiration, and occasionally, a handful of coins.

But the girl's displays of "jubilation" would not be the height of her achievements. In the coming years, Jubilation was subject to a great deal of scrutiny, in brushes with law enforcement who wanted to see her tested and identified, and if applicable, registered as a mutant. She narrowly managed to avoid capture at every turn, but found herself living on the street, and having to be far more careful about her only means of making money. It was at this time that a man saw a street performance held by the girl, and he snagged her the moment one of her fireworks took the form of a Chinese dragon and took flight. With a no-nonsense attitude, and the reflexes to catch her by the arm before she could flee, he identified himself as "like her," and pulled her off the street and onto the road with him. It was some years later that he brought her to a group of like-minded people he counted as friends, and fellow mutants. Here, she got her degree, and now teaches mutants like herself, finding her own little niche in a group known as the X-Men.
|Description=Jubilee stands 5'4" and looks to weigh about 110 pounds. Her hair is long, sleek, and onyx black, and her eyes range from their usual stormy grey to glowing blue, depending upon circumstances. Nestled atop her head, most often, is a pair of turn-of-the-century brass goggles fitted with welding glass, which shields her eyes when things get intense. Because intense means bright. Really bright. She's fond of corsets and pinup styles of dress, tanktops and cutoff denim shorts, and bikinis. Often, in true steampunk fashion, she often wears a yellow peacoat with gears and toggles. And more often than any of the rest, her signature pair of pink Converse sneakers.
|History=Jubilation Lee was born in Beverly Hills, California, the only child of wealthy Chinese immigrants. She was, in a word, spirited. For years, she worked tirelessly to perfect her exquisite skills in gymnastics, and was thought by many to be destined for the Olympic Games before she was even a teenager. Her slight but muscular form was highly-disciplined, and there was little else on her mind until the day two hitmen took the lives of her mother and father. That was the day that everything changed. Jubilation was sent to an orphanage, but her spirit was undaunted, and would not be restrained. She escaped shortly thereafter, and stowed away within a mall in the heart of Beverly Hills. She stole food to survive, and concealed her presence from all but the most quick-witted of security guards. But even those could not corner the girl, if she did not want to be discovered. Then, unbidden, everything changed again. One night, as she fled through the mall with two security guards in pursuit, the heat of the moment overcame the girl when she was nearly apprehended. As she put up her hands in defense, a cascading shower of pyrotechnic light appeared between her and the two guards, who became blinded and bewildered by the display. Likely as stunned as they, Jubilation had just enough presence of mind to flee. In the coming days and weeks, Jubilation hid herself away and tested her newfound skills, watching with wonder each flash of colourful light as it exploded with a sound that she called "paf." Gradually, the homeless orphan found acceptance and even admiration in the throngs who frequent the mall by exhibiting her talents in small, staged spectacles of light and colour. Acceptance, admiration, and occasionally, a handful of coins. But the girl's displays of "jubilation" would not be the height of her achievements. In the coming years, Jubilation was subject to a great deal of scrutiny, in brushes with law enforcement who wanted to see her tested and identified, and if applicable, registered as a mutant. She narrowly managed to avoid capture at every turn, but found herself living on the street, and having to be far more careful about her only means of making money. It was at this time that a man saw a street performance held by the girl, and he snagged her the moment one of her fireworks took the form of a Chinese dragon and took flight. With a no-nonsense attitude, and the reflexes to catch her by the arm before she could flee, he identified himself as "like her," and pulled her off the street and onto the road with him. It was some years later that he brought her to a group of like-minded people he counted as friends, and fellow mutants. She became a member of the X-Men, but has given up her teaching gig, due to perceived danger to students, owing to her "unique condition." That is...One bad date had catastrophic consequences. All she remembers are his eyes. So mesmerizing. So beautiful. So deadly. And now...well, now everything has changed. Vampire is a terrible word. And a horrific life. Self-exile is often the only way.
|Personality=Anyone who's ever met Jubilee loves her. Or hates her. Her sense of humour and equal-opportunity irreverence are the foundation for antics that range from irritating to mind-boggling. She has a penchant for tech and gadgetry, steampunk culture, and tough guys. With a heart of gold, she'll find her way into the hearts of friends and enemies. But once she's inside the enemy's....it's SHOWTIME!
|Abilities='''HEALING FACTOR''' When well-fed, Jubilee can heal quickly from most wounds that would usually be considered non-lethal. Wounds that would normally be considered mortal, may take days to weaks to heal. '''HEIGHTENED SENSES''' Thanks to her short criminal career and a lifetime of watching out for bigger problems than she could handle, Jubilee is really on the ball. She doesn't miss much, and her eye for trouble extends to clues and cues as well. She's also a really good people-watcher and cold-reader. But the ante is upped, with heightened senses, as a vampire. '''IMMORTALITY''' Oh God, you're stuck with Jubilee until someone beheads her, or burns her to ashes. Or she enjoys a day on the beach, sunbathing. '''MESMERISM''' Jubilee has the ability to mesmerize or hypnotize most humans, and many other species (given that the player whose character is targeted is aware and in agreement, depending upon the roleplay situation.) '''PLASMOIDS''' Jubilee can create bursts of glowing, multicolored globules of energy in an impressive spectrum of colors, which she refers to as 'fireworks'. The plasmoids zip around under her control, and she can absorb them back into her body harmlessly. She can also use them to attack by detonating them against a target, delivering explosive and energy damage capable of burning holes in sheet steel. If she wishes, she can make the plasmoids explode in stroboscopic flashes of light, blinding enemies. She can spray fireworks from each hand, which means she can blast two enemies at once if she doesn't mind doing a bit less damage. All that, and a better show than a Chinese New Year, too! Still, they have a short range. The longest shot Jubilee's ever attempted was about 50 meters. Owing to her new powers as a vampire, when put under duress, she may deliver a double-handed plume of blue plasma that could melt a Volkswagen Beetle. But she can't sustain it for long, or do it often. '''SUPERHUMAN SPEED''' Being a vampire has vastly increased speed, reaction time, and dexterity, allowing Jubilee's top speed and abilities as a gymnast to increase exponentially beyond her previous human form. '''SUPERHUMAN STRENGTH''' Jubilation is extremely strong, and able to lift between 500 and 1000 pounds, depending upon how well-fed she is at the time. '''TELEPATHY''' Jubilee can communicate telepathically, over fairly short distances. Owing to her lifelong psychic shield, however, she prefers not to use it if she can help it.
|Skills='''DRIVING''' Thanks the nerves of steel of one civil servant who courageously rode with Jubilee through all twelve tries at taking her driving test, Jubilee now has a driver's license and the skills to keep it. (Either that, or the poor guy was just afraid he'd have to ride with her again.) Whether it's a manual transmission or an automatic, she can get into it and drive it from Point A to Point B, even in New York City traffic. She can also navigate by map or GPS, whichever she has. But she's far more at home on a motorcycle. '''GET OUTTA MY HEAD!''' Whether it's another aspect of her mutant powers, the chaotic nature of a teenage mall rat's mind, or just a plain, old-fashoned sneaky mindset, Jubilee is incredibly hard for even powerful telepaths to detect. Using powers requiring mind-to-mind contact is just as hard. Even the Prof himself isn't sure of the nature of this ability, only that it works, and works very well. '''GYMNAST''' Due to natural talent and a good teacher, Jubilee was an Olympic hopeful since before whe was a teenager. With plenty of time in the gym and the Danger Room, she's only gotten better since then. '''HAND-TO-HAND''' Between martial arts lessons, some time in juvenile hall, and training from the more combat-capable members of the X-Men, Jubilee can hold her own in a fight. While she'll probably never win any martial arts tournaments, she can stand against many supervillains both offensively and defensively, usually long enough to bring her powers into play or, if things are desperate, get some help. '''PLASMOIDS''' Jubilee can create bursts of glowing, multicolored globules of energy in an impressive spectrum of colors, which she refers to as 'fireworks'. The plasmoids zip around under her control, and she can absorb them back into her body harmlessly. She can also use them to attack by detonating them against a target, delivering explosive and energy damage capable of burning holes in sheet steel. If she wishes, she can make the plasmoids explode in stroboscopic flashes of light, blinding enemies. She can spray fireworks from each hand, which means she can blast two enemies at once if she doesn't mind doing a bit less damage. All that, and a better show than a Chinese New Year, too! Still, they have a short range. The longest shot Jubilee's ever attempted was about 50 meters. '''SHARP AS A TACK''' While she's no scholar, Jubilee is pretty good at figuring things out. She's smart in the ways that books don't cover, which is known to come in handy at times. '''SMOOTH CRIMINAL''' Jubilee isn't fond of camping or civil authorities, but she's learned through very hard-earned experience on the streets that there are ways to avoid both. The sneaky girl is well acquainted with the five-finger discount, including getting past electronic security systems, how to spot security cameras, and just avoiding being noticed in general. She also knows how to find things that can't be bought the normal way, who to talk to, how to avoid gang trouble, and where NOT to go after dark. And food and a place to sleep are never a problem if she's even halfway trying: Clothing, shelter, water, cheeseburgers, candy, doughnuts, pizza-by-the-slice, ice cream, soda pop... all the necessities of life are easily found! '''STRONG-WILLED''' Nobody who wasn't stubborn would go their own way like Jubilee does, or survive the trauma of having their entire family murdered and their life destroyed. Many people have seen only the spunky girl's cheerful demeanor and underestimated her, to their own peril. Beneath the bratty surface lurks the heart of a fighter.
|Resources='''THAT BIKE, THO'''<brA candy app red Harley named Bump. '''THE THINGS I CARRY''' The sum total of possessions carried by Jubilation Lee at any time, is as follows: A pair of brass goggles fitted with welding glass. A silver ring given to her by her father on her tenth birthday. A pair of totally kickin' pink Converses. A yellow coat with too many buckles, buttons, gears, buckles, and straps. Lip gloss - Sweet Watermelon At least two packs of strawberry-flavoured bubble gum. Old sorrows, and new hope. Of these, she carries an abundance.
|Weaknesses='''BLOODSUCKER''' As with typical vampires, Jubilation must subsist on the blood of her prey. She cannot digest other foods. So please don't make her a sammich. This does, often lead to the death of her victims. Usually. Almost always. '''BRAT!''' Jubilee is an equal-opportunity irreverent. Her attitude and mouth are more likely than not to get her in trouble someday. Let's just call her...unconventional. '''DYSCALCULA''' Jubilee has a mild learning disability when it comes to mathematics. While she can do simple math for the most part, it's a slow process, and advanced math is simply beyond her. This might explain why she rarely has any pocket money. '''ENEMIES''' As a member of the X-Men, Jubilee has inherited their enemies. Even when she was out on her own, she managed to annoy and anger rather a lot of people. Plus, with her sharp tongue and irreverent attitude, sooner or later she's bound to piss everyone else off, too. And now she's a vampire. So anyone she meets could mean GAME ON. '''THE SUN, THE SUN!''' Jubilee has an aversion to the sun, and for good reason. She can step into the sun only when shaded, and even then it can give her one hell of a sunburn, in one hell of a hurry. Left in the direct sun, she will quickly burn to death.

}}

Jessica Jones

2017-11-12T03:13:33Z

OldLiu:

__NOTOC__

{{CharacterNew
|NameOnMUSH=Jessica Jones
|Color=#333
|TextColor=#FFAFFF
|Char_id=245
|Img=http://i.imgur.com/abvioYh.jpg
|FullName=Jessica Jones
|Gender=Female
|Species=Human
|Theme=Marvel
|Chartype=FC
|Active=Active
|Occupation=Private Investigator
|Groups=[[Defenders]]
|Quote="..."
|PAge=20s
|AAge=24
|DOB=11 July 2001
|Height=5'6"
|Weight=115
|Hair=Black
|Eyes=Brown
|Actor=Krysten Ritter
|Song=Marvel's Jessica Jones Opening Credits
|Profile=Jessica is a private investigator that runs Alias Investigations in New York City. She is a metahuman with extreme strength, and durability well above a human's own. She keeps few friends but does look out for the 'little guy' even if such a life barely pays her bills. Note: This is post S1 JJ; after she publically snapped Kilgrave's neck on the docks. Some people see her as a hero who protected a bunch of people from a vicious mind controller who was going to kill them all with his powers. Some see her as a murderer who shouldn't be walking the streets, and some don't care or didn't pay attention enough to recognize her. Feel free to have your character react accordingly and as you see fit.
 
 

== BIOGRAPHY: ==
Jessica Jones was born in 2001 as the eldest child of Brian and Alisa Jones. Growing up in Queens, she was generally a tomboyish girl, sitting in her room, avoiding pesky neighbours, and teasing her little brother Phillip, who she loved more than anything in the world. As a teenager, she went to Midtown High with Peter Parker. She developed a slight crush on him, though never made her feelings known - she was quite resigned in the interactions between the two, though out of shyness rather the typical disregard for the world that Jessica was known for. The only time she had a chance to make her feelings known, it happened to be after Peter was incredibly nauseous -- having been bitten by a radioactive spider.

The summer after her romantic rejection was a chance to start fresh. Brian receiving tickets to Disney World from his boss Tony Stark, the family of four went on holiday. As Jessica teased Phillip in the car as she always did, Brian, who was driving, believed the kids were fighting, and started to tell them off -- being distracted from the Army convoy he was driving behind. One carrying radioactive chemicals. As the car crashed into it, Jessica became an orphan, and lost her beloved brother, and fell into a deep coma. Unknown to her at the time, this would grant her abilities including superhuman strength, invulnerability, and flight.

During her recovery, she was adopted by talent agent Dorothy Walker, as a publicity stunt to promote her daughter Trish ("Patsy") and her TV Show. Despite being adopted into a rich and famous household, her life was much worse, as Dorothy would often act abusively towards Trish. During one of Trish and Dorothy's arguments, she broke the bathroom sink, and could lift the sink entirely above her head -- she was discovered by Trish, but they agreed to keep her super-strength a secret.

Jessica often faced bullying when she went back to school. When Peter Parker reached out to her and told her about his experience with his uncle Ben, it was the last straw, as she despised her once-crush pitying her, and her cold personality meant she backed away from him. When she went home, she saw Dorothy forcing Trish to vomit in the toilet in order to lose weight. This was the last straw, and she flung Dorothy across the room, her adoptive mother fleeing as she helped Trish re-build her life.

Over the years, she tested her powers, such as discovering she could fly. After high school, she landed a boring office job with sexist co-workers. Always an acute investigator, she managed to figure out her boss was committing fraud -- and used it to get herself six months severance pay, and a glowing recommendation. Trish advised her to become a real superhero and use her powers to help others - "Jewel." But Jessica only mocked the moniker, disliking getting involved in the superhero world.

This seclusion would be her undoing. As she fended off her friend Malcolm from being mugged, she was applauded by Kilgrave, whose mind control she fell under. For the next few months, she became his prisoner, being treated to dinner at Italian restaurants and a five-star hotel -- but also being raped, as she had sex with Kilgrave when she was under mind control. At one point, she regained free will, and considered jumping off a balcony, wanting to end her life rather than be a controlled slave. One day, he asked her to obtain a hard-drive from Reva Connors, and, after digging it up after hard concrete, Jessica was ordered to kill Connors by Kilgrave. Punching Reva in the chest and stopping her heart, the horror of committing murder traumatised Jessica, and she walked away from Kilgrave, him being smashed by a bus, and seemingly killed -- Jessica breaking free of his control.

After the traumatic experience, she started to work as a private investigator. "Finding the worst in people" came easy to her, so she said, and she managed to work on cases nobody had solved before. She currently works in Hell's Kitchen as a private investigator.
|Description=Jessica Jones is a private investigator from New York City. After she was orphaned at a young age, Jones was taken in by Dorothy Walker, and developed a sisterly bond with her daughter, Trish. Shortly after being adopted, Jones discovered she possessed superhuman abilities due to the fatal car crash that took the life of her parents and eventually decided to pursue a career as a superhero. However, a fateful encounter with Kilgrave, a vicious man with mind controlling powers, derailed her superhero career and she spent a torturous tenure as Kilgrave's slave before finally breaking free of his control. The experience left Jones suffering from post-traumatic stress disorder, prompting her to hang up her secret identity and open her own detective agency.

Trying to remain an average person and keep a low profile, she takes on minor cases for cash, caught in a spiral of despair and destructive behavior.

|History=Jessica Jones was born in 2001 as the eldest child of Brian and Alisa Jones. Growing up in Queens, she was generally a tomboyish girl, sitting in her room, avoiding pesky neighbours, and teasing her little brother Phillip, who she loved more than anything in the world. As a teenager, she went to Midtown High with Peter Parker. She developed a slight crush on him, though never made her feelings known - she was quite resigned in the interactions between the two, though out of shyness rather the typical disregard for the world that Jessica was known for. The only time she had a chance to make her feelings known, it happened to be after Peter was incredibly nauseous -- having been bitten by a radioactive spider. The summer after her romantic rejection was a chance to start fresh. Brian receiving tickets to Disney World from his boss Tony Stark, the family of four went on holiday. As Jessica teased Phillip in the car as she always did, Brian, who was driving, believed the kids were fighting, and started to tell them off -- being distracted from the Army convoy he was driving behind. One carrying radioactive chemicals. As the car crashed into it, Jessica became an orphan, and lost her beloved brother, and fell into a deep coma. Unknown to her at the time, this would grant her abilities including superhuman strength, invulnerability, and flight. During her recovery, she was adopted by talent agent Dorothy Walker, as a publicity stunt to promote her daughter Trish ("Patsy") and her TV Show. Despite being adopted into a rich and famous household, her life was much worse, as Dorothy would often act abusively towards Trish. During one of Trish and Dorothy's arguments, she broke the bathroom sink, and could lift the sink entirely above her head -- she was discovered by Trish, but they agreed to keep her super-strength a secret. Jessica often faced bullying when she went back to school. When Peter Parker reached out to her and told her about his experience with his uncle Ben, it was the last straw, as she despised her once-crush pitying her, and her cold personality meant she backed away from him. When she went home, she saw Dorothy forcing Trish to vomit in the toilet in order to lose weight. This was the last straw, and she flung Dorothy across the room, her adoptive mother fleeing as she helped Trish re-build her life. Over the years, she tested her powers, such as discovering she could fly. After high school, she landed a boring office job with sexist co-workers. Always an acute investigator, she managed to figure out her boss was committing fraud -- and used it to get herself six months severance pay, and a glowing recommendation. Trish advised her to become a real superhero and use her powers to help others - "Jewel." But Jessica only mocked the moniker, disliking getting involved in the superhero world. This seclusion would be her undoing. As she fended off her friend Malcolm from being mugged, she was applauded by Kilgrave, whose mind control she fell under. For the next few months, she became his prisoner, being treated to dinner at Italian restaurants and a five-star hotel -- but also being raped, as she had sex with Kilgrave when she was under mind control. At one point, she regained free will, and considered jumping off a balcony, wanting to end her life rather than be a controlled slave. One day, he asked her to obtain a hard-drive from Reva Connors, and, after digging it up after hard concrete, Jessica was ordered to kill Connors by Kilgrave. Punching Reva in the chest and stopping her heart, the horror of committing murder traumatised Jessica, and she walked away from Kilgrave, him being smashed by a bus, and seemingly killed -- Jessica breaking free of his control. After the traumatic experience, she started to work as a private investigator. "Finding the worst in people" came easy to her, so she said, and she managed to work on cases nobody had solved before. She currently works in Hell's Kitchen as a private investigator. 
|Personality=Jessica Jones could easily come off as being cold, rude, brutal and sarcastic. Towards others, she is nothing less than disdainful and blunt, carrying herself and her opinions out loud with little forethought or regret to insulting or showing disrespect to anyone. If aggravated or extremely annoyed by someone in her disfavour, Jessica could become an intimidating figure. She has been an introvert since she was a girl and only opens up to a select few of people, and even those she has difficulty expressing up to openly and truly. Despite her hard-bitten demeanour lies a more vulnerable side, plagued by self-loathing and guilt. Beneath her flaws, Jessica is a good person at heart and chooses not to waste her super-strength that was given to her at the cost of her family's lives and become a hero to help people. The harrowing encounter with Kilgrave who controlled her to do everything he wanted to, including being raped repeatedly and murdering a woman before breaking out of his control, caused Jessica to give up her life as a hero, as she could no longer view herself as one and decide to keep a low profile instead by becoming a private investigator. Though she refused to class herself as the sort, Jessica does show signs of heroism as she is deeply sympathetic towards other individuals who have been "Kilgraved", though she was also fearful enough that she came close to leaving town and leaving Hope with Kilgrave to protect herself, thinking she could not save her. However, the combined trauma of losing her family and experience with Kilgrave has also made Jessica a somewhat unstable individual. She suffers from Post-Traumatic Stress and Survivor's Guilt, occasionally undergoing hallucinations and flashbacks of her time in Kilgrave's grasp. These hallucinations usually involve Kilgrave either whispering to her or being otherwise intimate, while she is surrounded by purple lighting, referencing the purple lighting in the back of the restaurant Il Rosso, where Kilgrave always had their table. In these instances she can act out more erratic and violent such as punching the window of a subway train after remembering one of Kilgrave's commands. After the death of her family, no matter how close she bonded with a person, Jessica had great difficulty fully forming emotional connections to a person as she couldn't even tell Trish Walker, her adoptive sister and closest friend "I love you". Jessica has an alcoholic side to her personality which she uses to cope with her repeated tragedies. Due to her superhuman metabolism, she is able to consume vast quantities of alcohol without damage to her liver and appears to have high tolerance, being able to quickly drink an entire bottle of wine during dinner with Kilgrave's then nonchalantly asking for another one. When inebriated, Jessica can become more violent such as threatening Jeri Hogarth's ex-wife, Wendy to sign her divorce papers. Jessica is a highly independent woman and shows no interest in being in a relationship, although she was forced into a fake "relationship" with Kilgrave, though it is not out of the question for her to enter a sexual relationship... perhaps one that could later become romantic, even. She refused to allow herself or her friends be disrespected by anyone, especially men. To the few people she cared about, such as Trish, she defended them fiercely and kept her distance from them as to not have them be collateral damage.
|Abilities='''ENHANCED RESILIENCE''' Jessica has durability far beyond that of a regular human, being able to resist multiple beatings with little to no visible injuries. This resilience also allows her to perform greater feats of strength without injuring herself, such as smashing a mirror with her fists or breaking a window with her elbow. Her stamina is enough to allow her to run across New York without tiring or stopping for breath. However, she is still vulnerable to gunshots and explosions, though the former can mildly affect her unless she is shot in a vital area, as being grazed in the shoulder, for example, only causes her brief pain. '''ENHANCED SPEED''' Jones' overall strength allows her to run at speeds superior to the average human. She was able to catch up to a car fairly easily, move across a street in a second or less to stop a car from hitting a little girl and stated she can run a mile in under four minutes. '''FLYING''' Jessica is able to fly, though she has never mastered this ability. She can propel herself off a surface and through the air at various speeds and altitudes, but she sometimes gets injured while landing. Jones refers to this as being "more like jumping and then falling" or as "guided falling". She regularly uses this ability to jump several stories to reach rooftops, fire escapes and balconies. '''REGENERATIVE HEALING FACTOR''' Jessica's augmented metabolism heals faster than an ordinary human being. She is capable of completely healing minor scratches and injuries in mere hours, and major injuries like broken ribs in just a single day. It may also allow her to not be affected by the harmful and long term affects of alcohol, leaving her only to experience intoxication and hangover while not experiencing any signs of toxicity. '''SUPERHUMAN STRENGTH''' Jessica has strength beyond that of a regular human, especially notable regarding her size. She was able to completely crush an alarm clock by slapping down on it with her open hand or throw a shoe into the ceiling hard enough to crack it, both times when she had tried to sleep off a hangover. She also could effortlessly lift the back of a slow moving car, throw a gun through a wall, break metal chains, locks and hinges, bend metal bars and panels, smash through glass and marble with her fist and gently push down several metal cabinets like dominoes. Even as a child, she was strong enough to break a bathroom sink off a wall by accident and then lift it over her head with one hand. In combat, she can use her strength to easily overpower or rag doll humans, throw a person across a room or even send someone flying across a street with her full strength, the latter of which she did to kill Reva Connors via one strike to the chest. However, she is not invincible and it is not impossible for normal humans to overpower her. She is also matched, or outmatched by others with super-strength abilities.
|Skills='''COMBATANT''' Jessica has basic combat skills, often using her superhuman strength to her advantage, overpowering and rag dolling her opponents or throwing them several feet. She is able to successfully fend off multiple people, though she is not invincible and can be overpowered. '''MASTER INVESTIGATOR''' Jones is a highly skilled investigator, using a multitude of methods to achieve her goals. She often impersonates other people's voices on the phone to advance with her cases, and is able to easily connect evidence that other people may overlook. She is not afraid of using methods that could be considered illegal, such as stealing things, or breaking into private places, often using her strength to break doors and padlocks, in order to obtain clues and advance in her cases, often using her powers as a means to an end.
|Resources='''ALIAS INVESTIGATIONS''' Alias Investigations is a detective agency owned by Jessica Jones. The detective agency only has one employee, Jones herself, and operates out of a run down office, that also serves as Jones' apartment. '''SMARTPHONE AND LAPTOP''' Jessica uses applications on her cellphone to get information she needs for cases, such as a police scanner app or GPS app, as well as being skilled in searching up data on people in order to solve cases.
|Weaknesses='''ALCOHOLISM''' Jessica coped with her trauma through alcohol regularly drinking to forget her troubles. Though she is not affected by the toxicity of alcohol all hat much, it affects her senses and gives her severe hangover, affecting her abilities. '''PTSD''' Jessica was severely affected by her time spent with Kilgrave. She didn't know what her own thoughts were, she was subject to rape, and she was a prisoner for sixth months. For her, suicide was preferable to life in the brief moments when she regained conciousness. This culminated in her killing Reva Connors, an event she still remains deeply guilty of. She cannot bring herself to killing, and is very wary of her powers because of this.
}}
[[Category:Defenders]]

Jacky Diamond

2017-11-12T02:59:54Z

OldLiu:

{{CharacterNew
|NameOnMUSH=Jacky Winters
|Color=#333
|TextColor=#c1c1c1
|Char_id=220
|Img=https://i.imgur.com/pk1Khu5.png
|FullName=John Joseph Winters
|Gender=Male
|Species=Mutant
|Theme=Marvel
|Chartype=FC
|Active=Active
|Occupation=Veterinary Assistant
|Groups=[[Xavier's School]]
|Quote=.
|PAge=21
|AAge=21
|DOB=29 February 2004
|Height=178 cm
|Weight=84 kg
|Hair=Dark Brown
|Eyes=Blue
|Profile=A mutant from Yonkers, Jacky found himself at odds with one Scott Summers in his teens, and was recruited to attend the school for mutants run by Charles Xavier. Graduating early at 17, he went to a veterinary school in Washington state, and returned to work with a family member as a veterinarian's assistant. Of course, that doesn't keep him from having Other Adventures on the side. He may need to get a 'supranym' somehow.
|Description=Jacky Winters is a pleasant-looking young man, about 5'10" (178cm) and a muscular 185 pounds (84kg) with pale blue eyes, dark brown hair cut short, and a tendency to wear slightly more expensive sporty clothing. As Diamond, his clothing is unaffected but his body (not just his skin) turns to a solid but flexible diamond composition that provides him with boosted strength, greatly enhanced toughness, and a resistance to psychic attacks.
|History=John Joseph Winters (Jacky) was born in 2004 on Leap Day. His parents met in Toronto at the New Years Eve celebration in 2001, and fell in love. They lived there for several years, then his mother vanished when he was 5 years old, simply disappearing while on a trip to pick up groceries. There was no trace, almost like she'd never been there. His father gave up when Jacky was 8 years old, moving back to Yonkers where his family lived, and in short order, took in a woman he'd met in a bar. She had four kids from previous relationships, two girls and two boys, the oldest girl a year older than Jacky, then a boy a few months older, another a year younger, and the youngest girl two years younger, not all of them sharing a father. Jacky's father drank while she was around because she drank, not realizing that she was also giving him drugs when he was drunk. This caused Jacky and the other kids to form a close alliance to deal with the ongoing neglect and parental incompetence. She bullied each of them in different ways, but was especially cruel to Jacky when his father wasn't there to stop her. She didn't give any of the kids drugs though, because that would be likely to be found out by CPS and she'd lose her meal tickets. When Jacky reached age 12, "freaky stuff" began happening to him. He could see things behind closed doors (like her having sex with a stranger) or hear thoughts (his younger step-brother being terrified of her sending him back to live with his birth-father who she'd convinced him would eat his skin) and soon after that, he was able to make her stop beating one of the other kids, by force of will. She realized he was a mutie freak and went to a local "church of humanity" to get help but he felt her coming with the mob and managed to escape. He was on the streets for a few weeks before his father finally sobered up and realized what was going on, and got CPS to take her kids away. They also found her stashes, and sent her to jail for various crimes. Unfortunately Jacky's father also ended up in jail and Jacky was sent to live with an uncle. Jacky was in high-school when he ran into a young Scott Summers, who got mad at him for making another kid give him his lunch. Jacky was easily beaten despite his use of his mental power to make Scott forget him, and fled into a construction site, where he was accidentally exposed to radioactive cobalt from an earth-scanning machine. This caused his hands to turn into diamond. He hid them under gloves for a while, finally realizing what had caused it, and tried to make Scott help him get back into the construction site. It didn't work, but Jacky got in later, and exposed his entire body, becoming living diamond. Professor X used a sonic device based off the power of another mutant to stun him, and he reverted to flesh, which allowed Xavier and Summers to subdue him long enough to convince him to go to Xavier's school where he could learn to control his powers better. He agreed, and while the "First Class" was largely not taught in the same group, the training was comparable. Jacky thrived in a school where nothing was holding him back, learning music and sports and science and (as he was now staying with his father's brother, a veterinarian) he decided that he would go to veterinary school. He graduated early at age 17, and went back to Washington State to study there on a full-ride scholarship. Four years later, he has returned with a Bachelor of Veterinary Sciences degree, and is doing additional training at his uncle's vet clinic, living in the "Mother-In-Law Apartment" behind the uncle's house. Meanwhile, he's still using his powers from time to time. Because he has to. The powers insist on being used. First appeared in an "Origin of Cyclops" back-story in X-Men 39-42. Jack Winters (aka Jack O'Diamonds) was a mutant, who was exposed to radioactive material, triggering a secondary mutation. Initially, he had ESP in the form of clairvoyance and telepathic abilities that allowed him to sense the presence of others, he could send strong mental suggestions to control others, and could resist and deflect Professor X's mental assaults so he could escape. He could also teleport himself or others by "separating the atoms of their bodies and recombining them at their destination." This teleporting was limited in range. The secondary mutation caused his hands, then eventually his entire body, to become living, flexible diamond. He was immune to Xavier's telepathic attack in diamond form but still able to use his own powers at short range. However, as he tried to deliberately increase his strength and durability, the diamond became more rigid, until his struggles caused him to shatter. (Somehow, he was buried and brought back as a zombie later by Black Talon and then Necrosha, but that's silly and stupid.)
|Personality=Jacky is usually a laid-back kind of guy, happy to do the things he has to do. But when he's at work, he's a champion of the animals! And when he's partying, he's got to be the life of the party, which he is well equipped to do. And when he's bored, well. That's the risky time. When he's bored he goes out and plays with his powers. He tries to be a good guy but sometimes, well, having ESP lets him know when certain Upright Citizens aren't ... and he sometimes feels like they need to be given a bit of a slap up-side their karma.
|Abilities='''DIAMOND''' Jacky can turn his body into organic diamond. This is a binary thing. He's either diamond or he's not. When he's in diamond form, he is much stronger than his (well-trained strong human) norm, able to easily lift and move around 25 metric tons (27 US tons) and with effort, twice that. His zero-range TK power remains active allowing him to lift things that would otherwise break or bend. He's practically unbreakable in that form as well, requiring at least 300 tons of force to crack his flesh -- or a properly tuned vibrational attack. While in diamond form, his mind is completely shielded from telepathic intrusion of any kind, though like his durability, his mind-wall can be breached by a sufficiently powerful assault from someone who is touching him. His involuntary ESP abilities, including danger sense, are blocked, though he can still use his voluntary ESP with effort and concentration. Teleportation is unaffected by diamond form. '''ESP''' Jacky has ExtraSensory Perception. Normally, it's under his voluntary control, when he can use it for touch- or sight-ranged perception, hearing or seeing at a distance, picking up psychometric information, picking up surface thoughts and emotions, seeing "through" solid objects (or usefully, fog) or even sensing illness or injury. He can also sense life-energy, metahuman or mutant power, magical energy, and whether a thing is alien to its environment. This all requires deliberate concentration. However, he also has an involuntary reflex sometimes. It gives him a ten second danger sense (mostly if the danger is from someone with ill intent or is something that would injure him or someone near him - and this has included sensing the police closing in on someone). It can also give him unintentional waking ESP intrusions or break into his dreams. The intrusions in dreams are usually some sort of future-sight or a warning of something happening elsewhere that needs to be addressed. Intrusions while waking are usually due to something urgent and immediate. '''TEKE''' Jacky has "zero-range telekinesis" aka "touch teke" which scales with his physical strength. He has NO conscious control or awareness of it as a specific power, mistaking it for a part of his ESP. Not especially useful for large movements, it mostly permeates things and allows very fine manipulation of molecules. SHIELD: this use of the power allows Jacky to instinctively protect someone from harm, or to reduce the effect of random projectiles, abrasions, etc. It generally kicks in only during an emergency or when his danger sense flips on. HEALING: This power allows him to speed-heal himself in human form (he thinks it's simply meditation and bio-feedback) and when using his ESP to scan an animal or another person, he can sometimes reflexively help them to heal from injury or disease, or to ease a condition that's keeping it from recovering (like moving a kidney stone or breaking up bladder stones in a cat.) He has, once, desperately fixed his phone when he dropped it and was afraid he'd broken it. (He had, but a bit of molecular-level manipulation repaired the break.) DIAMOND: When he's in diamond form, he can use it to repair cracks and breaks in his body, again thinking it's biofeedback to speed his normal healing. He doesn't HAVE normal healing in diamond form. He also uses it to lift things that he otherwise would have no ability to lift because of physics and the limitations of materials. The shielding effect can protect himself, things he's lifting, and other people, much more strongly than he can in flesh form. '''TELEPATHY''' Jacky has mid-range telepathic abilities. Like his ESP, he has voluntary and involuntary forms. He can voluntarily read thoughts, intentions, and emotions in line-of-sight or at a range of about 500 meters around himself, by lowering his mental barriers. His mental barriers are strong enough to keep out a Xavier-class telepath. He can attempt to "push" the thoughts, emotions, or actions of other people, usually only one or two, but if the emotional broadcast is simple, he can affect larger numbers. He's been known to use this during musical performances, as well as when scamming someone. His power is strongest at touch range. If someone is touching his skin, they can get past his barriers more easily. The main exception to this is when he's in diamond form, which protects him from all but the strongest intrusions, and even those have to be done by touch. '''TELEPORTATION''' Jacky can teleport himself, others he's touching, or things he's touching short distances of a few hundred meters relatively easily, or up to ten kilometers to places he's currently aware of by ESP. The teleportation is somewhat tiring and he has to rest for a minute or so. He can teleport himself and others much longer distances if he's well acquainted with the area he's going to, but if it's much outside the usual range, it will drain him to exhaustion for several hours.
|Skills='''BRAWL''' Jacky is moderately trained as a fighter, but nothing exceptional. In his human form he is able to hold his own in hand-to-hand fighting with one or two ordinary people, but a well-trained fighter can put him out of commission quickly. In his diamond form, however, he has the strength and durability to be a "Thing" level brawler, except that the Thing is a much better trained fighter if they went up against each other. Really, Jacky needs to train better. '''LIFT''' Do You Even Lift - the words that sunk deep into his soul during his first year at College. He was a pretty lithe fellow at the time, but only 135 pounds (61kg) and his roomie was a football player. He ended up learning about exercise and how and why to do it, which is why he now has a borderline superhero physique even without the benefit of prolonged Danger Room torture. '''MUSIC''' Jacky's hobby for years has been music. He can sing well, has a pleasant voice, and can play stringed instruments of the guitar variety. His skill is enough that if he wanted to join a band he could, and he could busk for money (especially using his powers) but he's not quite good enough to be in a "real" band. '''VETERINARIAN''' Jacky has a Bachelor of Veterinary Science degree, which basically means he's done the equivalent of a Physician's Assistant certification for human medicine. He can diagnose illness and injury (especially with his powers) and can generally treat, or know what needs to be done to treat, the animal. He is not certified to work on humans.
|Resources='''JOB''' Jacky has a job as a Veterinarian's Assistant, working for his father's brother at a vet clinic in Yonkers four days a week. This provides him with sufficient income to do much of what he needs to do but not enough to buy a house or anything. As a result, he lives in a "mother-in-law" apartment behind his uncle's house, which is slightly too large to be considered a "tiny house" and slightly too small to be considered comfortable. (It's part of the job perks. If he leaves the job he has to give up the house.) '''LOOT''' Jacky has personal savings of about two years' income, from busking, saving his work income, and occasionally doing "jobs" for random people he runs into when his ESP tells him to go to a particular place and talk to a particular person who needs something. He also owns a nice acoustic six-string guitar, a nicer twelve-string guitar, an average mandolin, and a banjo that needs repair. He has a portable amp and some acoustic-mikes for the instruments as well. He has one very good suit and a bunch of average-quality clothing and a "special" bodysuit made of a highly durable adaptive material that was part of his graduation present. It's black and is not spandex even if it acts like spandex. '''MURDERCYCLE''' Jacky has a fast motorcycle and appropriate body armor for driving it. Room for one passenger holding quite tight.
|Weaknesses='''FATHER''' Jacky's father is in prison. He was released while Jacky was away at school, but ended up working with a car theft ring when he got out because he wasn't able to get honest work, due to an alcohol problem that hit him as soon as he was out of jail. Jacky loses his temper with his father rather easily, which isn't really fair - the Evil Woman actually deliberately addicted him to drugs and alcohol - but who says emotions are fair? '''SONICS''' In his diamond form, certain frequencies of intense sonic attacks can cause Jacky to "ring" in sympathy which will render him immobile, and if sustained, will force him to resume human form and be stunned or even unconscious. In his human form, Jacky is susceptible to most of the things that can hurt people. '''SUSCEPTIBLE''' Jacky is insecure, and has no reflexive super-strong moral core, tending to the "might makes right" reflex if he isn't thinking things through carefully. This means he can be tempted, or fall into bad things if he's with bad company.
}}
[[Category:Xavier's School]]

Jacky Diamond

2017-11-12T02:59:12Z

OldLiu:

{{CharacterNew
|NameOnMUSH=Jacky Winters
|Color=#333
|TextColor=#c1c1c1
|Char_id=220
|Img=https://i.imgur.com/pk1Khu5.png
|FullName=John Joseph Winters
|Gender=Male
|Species=Mutant
|Theme=Marvel
|Chartype=FC
|Active=Active
|Occupation=Veterinary Assistant
|Groups=[[Xavier's School]]
|Quote=.
|PAge=21
|AAge=21
|DOB=29 February 2004
|Height=178 cm
|Weight=84 kg
|Hair=Dark Brown
|Eyes=Blue
|Profile=A mutant from Yonkers, Jacky found himself at odds with one Scott Summers in his teens, and was recruited to attend the school for mutants run by Charles Xavier. Graduating early at 17, he went to a veterinary school in Washington state, and returned to work with a family member as a veterinarian's assistant. Of course, that doesn't keep him from having Other Adventures on the side. He may need to get a 'supranym' somehow.
|Description=Jacky Winters is a pleasant-looking young man, about 5'10" (178cm) and a muscular 185 pounds (84kg) with pale blue eyes, dark brown hair cut short, and a tendency to wear slightly more expensive sporty clothing. As Diamond, his clothing is unaffected but his body (not just his skin) turns to a solid but flexible diamond composition that provides him with boosted strength, greatly enhanced toughness, and a resistance to psychic attacks.
|History=John Joseph Winters (Jacky) was born in 2004 on Leap Day. His parents met in Toronto at the New Years Eve celebration in 2001, and fell in love. They lived there for several years, then his mother vanished when he was 5 years old, simply disappearing while on a trip to pick up groceries. There was no trace, almost like she'd never been there. His father gave up when Jacky was 8 years old, moving back to Yonkers where his family lived, and in short order, took in a woman he'd met in a bar. She had four kids from previous relationships, two girls and two boys, the oldest girl a year older than Jacky, then a boy a few months older, another a year younger, and the youngest girl two years younger, not all of them sharing a father. Jacky's father drank while she was around because she drank, not realizing that she was also giving him drugs when he was drunk. This caused Jacky and the other kids to form a close alliance to deal with the ongoing neglect and parental incompetence. She bullied each of them in different ways, but was especially cruel to Jacky when his father wasn't there to stop her. She didn't give any of the kids drugs though, because that would be likely to be found out by CPS and she'd lose her meal tickets. When Jacky reached age 12, "freaky stuff" began happening to him. He could see things behind closed doors (like her having sex with a stranger) or hear thoughts (his younger step-brother being terrified of her sending him back to live with his birth-father who she'd convinced him would eat his skin) and soon after that, he was able to make her stop beating one of the other kids, by force of will. She realized he was a mutie freak and went to a local "church of humanity" to get help but he felt her coming with the mob and managed to escape. He was on the streets for a few weeks before his father finally sobered up and realized what was going on, and got CPS to take her kids away. They also found her stashes, and sent her to jail for various crimes. Unfortunately Jacky's father also ended up in jail and Jacky was sent to live with an uncle. Jacky was in high-school when he ran into a young Scott Summers, who got mad at him for making another kid give him his lunch. Jacky was easily beaten despite his use of his mental power to make Scott forget him, and fled into a construction site, where he was accidentally exposed to radioactive cobalt from an earth-scanning machine. This caused his hands to turn into diamond. He hid them under gloves for a while, finally realizing what had caused it, and tried to make Scott help him get back into the construction site. It didn't work, but Jacky got in later, and exposed his entire body, becoming living diamond. Professor X used a sonic device based off the power of another mutant to stun him, and he reverted to flesh, which allowed Xavier and Summers to subdue him long enough to convince him to go to Xavier's school where he could learn to control his powers better. He agreed, and while the "First Class" was largely not taught in the same group, the training was comparable. Jacky thrived in a school where nothing was holding him back, learning music and sports and science and (as he was now staying with his father's brother, a veterinarian) he decided that he would go to veterinary school. He graduated early at age 17, and went back to Washington State to study there on a full-ride scholarship. Four years later, he has returned with a Bachelor of Veterinary Sciences degree, and is doing additional training at his uncle's vet clinic, living in the "Mother-In-Law Apartment" behind the uncle's house. Meanwhile, he's still using his powers from time to time. Because he has to. The powers insist on being used. First appeared in an "Origin of Cyclops" back-story in X-Men 39-42. Jack Winters (aka Jack O'Diamonds) was a mutant, who was exposed to radioactive material, triggering a secondary mutation. Initially, he had ESP in the form of clairvoyance and telepathic abilities that allowed him to sense the presence of others, he could send strong mental suggestions to control others, and could resist and deflect Professor X's mental assaults so he could escape. He could also teleport himself or others by "separating the atoms of their bodies and recombining them at their destination." This teleporting was limited in range. The secondary mutation caused his hands, then eventually his entire body, to become living, flexible diamond. He was immune to Xavier's telepathic attack in diamond form but still able to use his own powers at short range. However, as he tried to deliberately increase his strength and durability, the diamond became more rigid, until his struggles caused him to shatter. (Somehow, he was buried and brought back as a zombie later by Black Talon and then Necrosha, but that's silly and stupid.)
|Personality=Jacky is usually a laid-back kind of guy, happy to do the things he has to do. But when he's at work, he's a champion of the animals! And when he's partying, he's got to be the life of the party, which he is well equipped to do. And when he's bored, well. That's the risky time. When he's bored he goes out and plays with his powers. He tries to be a good guy but sometimes, well, having ESP lets him know when certain Upright Citizens aren't ... and he sometimes feels like they need to be given a bit of a slap up-side their karma.
|Abilities='''DIAMOND''' Jacky can turn his body into organic diamond. This is a binary thing. He's either diamond or he's not. When he's in diamond form, he is much stronger than his (well-trained strong human) norm, able to easily lift and move around 25 metric tons (27 US tons) and with effort, twice that. His zero-range TK power remains active allowing him to lift things that would otherwise break or bend. He's practically unbreakable in that form as well, requiring at least 300 tons of force to crack his flesh -- or a properly tuned vibrational attack. While in diamond form, his mind is completely shielded from telepathic intrusion of any kind, though like his durability, his mind-wall can be breached by a sufficiently powerful assault from someone who is touching him. His involuntary ESP abilities, including danger sense, are blocked, though he can still use his voluntary ESP with effort and concentration. Teleportation is unaffected by diamond form. '''ESP''' Jacky has ExtraSensory Perception. Normally, it's under his voluntary control, when he can use it for touch- or sight-ranged perception, hearing or seeing at a distance, picking up psychometric information, picking up surface thoughts and emotions, seeing "through" solid objects (or usefully, fog) or even sensing illness or injury. He can also sense life-energy, metahuman or mutant power, magical energy, and whether a thing is alien to its environment. This all requires deliberate concentration. However, he also has an involuntary reflex sometimes. It gives him a ten second danger sense (mostly if the danger is from someone with ill intent or is something that would injure him or someone near him - and this has included sensing the police closing in on someone). It can also give him unintentional waking ESP intrusions or break into his dreams. The intrusions in dreams are usually some sort of future-sight or a warning of something happening elsewhere that needs to be addressed. Intrusions while waking are usually due to something urgent and immediate. '''TEKE''' Jacky has "zero-range telekinesis" aka "touch teke" which scales with his physical strength. He has NO conscious control or awareness of it as a specific power, mistaking it for a part of his ESP. Not especially useful for large movements, it mostly permeates things and allows very fine manipulation of molecules. SHIELD: this use of the power allows Jacky to instinctively protect someone from harm, or to reduce the effect of random projectiles, abrasions, etc. It generally kicks in only during an emergency or when his danger sense flips on. HEALING: This power allows him to speed-heal himself in human form (he thinks it's simply meditation and bio-feedback) and when using his ESP to scan an animal or another person, he can sometimes reflexively help them to heal from injury or disease, or to ease a condition that's keeping it from recovering (like moving a kidney stone or breaking up bladder stones in a cat.) He has, once, desperately fixed his phone when he dropped it and was afraid he'd broken it. (He had, but a bit of molecular-level manipulation repaired the break.) DIAMOND: When he's in diamond form, he can use it to repair cracks and breaks in his body, again thinking it's biofeedback to speed his normal healing. He doesn't HAVE normal healing in diamond form. He also uses it to lift things that he otherwise would have no ability to lift because of physics and the limitations of materials. The shielding effect can protect himself, things he's lifting, and other people, much more strongly than he can in flesh form. '''TELEPATHY''' Jacky has mid-range telepathic abilities. Like his ESP, he has voluntary and involuntary forms. He can voluntarily read thoughts, intentions, and emotions in line-of-sight or at a range of about 500 meters around himself, by lowering his mental barriers. His mental barriers are strong enough to keep out a Xavier-class telepath. He can attempt to "push" the thoughts, emotions, or actions of other people, usually only one or two, but if the emotional broadcast is simple, he can affect larger numbers. He's been known to use this during musical performances, as well as when scamming someone. His power is strongest at touch range. If someone is touching his skin, they can get past his barriers more easily. The main exception to this is when he's in diamond form, which protects him from all but the strongest intrusions, and even those have to be done by touch. '''TELEPORTATION''' Jacky can teleport himself, others he's touching, or things he's touching short distances of a few hundred meters relatively easily, or up to ten kilometers to places he's currently aware of by ESP. The teleportation is somewhat tiring and he has to rest for a minute or so. He can teleport himself and others much longer distances if he's well acquainted with the area he's going to, but if it's much outside the usual range, it will drain him to exhaustion for several hours.
|Skills='''BRAWL'''L Jacky is moderately trained as a fighter, but nothing exceptional. In his human form he is able to hold his own in hand-to-hand fighting with one or two ordinary people, but a well-trained fighter can put him out of commission quickly. In his diamond form, however, he has the strength and durability to be a "Thing" level brawler, except that the Thing is a much better trained fighter if they went up against each other. Really, Jacky needs to train better. '''LIFT''' Do You Even Lift - the words that sunk deep into his soul during his first year at College. He was a pretty lithe fellow at the time, but only 135 pounds (61kg) and his roomie was a football player. He ended up learning about exercise and how and why to do it, which is why he now has a borderline superhero physique even without the benefit of prolonged Danger Room torture. '''MUSIC''' Jacky's hobby for years has been music. He can sing well, has a pleasant voice, and can play stringed instruments of the guitar variety. His skill is enough that if he wanted to join a band he could, and he could busk for money (especially using his powers) but he's not quite good enough to be in a "real" band. '''VETERINARIAN''' Jacky has a Bachelor of Veterinary Science degree, which basically means he's done the equivalent of a Physician's Assistant certification for human medicine. He can diagnose illness and injury (especially with his powers) and can generally treat, or know what needs to be done to treat, the animal. He is not certified to work on humans.
|Resources='''JOB''' Jacky has a job as a Veterinarian's Assistant, working for his father's brother at a vet clinic in Yonkers four days a week. This provides him with sufficient income to do much of what he needs to do but not enough to buy a house or anything. As a result, he lives in a "mother-in-law" apartment behind his uncle's house, which is slightly too large to be considered a "tiny house" and slightly too small to be considered comfortable. (It's part of the job perks. If he leaves the job he has to give up the house.) '''LOOT''' Jacky has personal savings of about two years' income, from busking, saving his work income, and occasionally doing "jobs" for random people he runs into when his ESP tells him to go to a particular place and talk to a particular person who needs something. He also owns a nice acoustic six-string guitar, a nicer twelve-string guitar, an average mandolin, and a banjo that needs repair. He has a portable amp and some acoustic-mikes for the instruments as well. He has one very good suit and a bunch of average-quality clothing and a "special" bodysuit made of a highly durable adaptive material that was part of his graduation present. It's black and is not spandex even if it acts like spandex. '''MURDERCYCLE''' Jacky has a fast motorcycle and appropriate body armor for driving it. Room for one passenger holding quite tight.
|Weaknesses='''FATHER''' Jacky's father is in prison. He was released while Jacky was away at school, but ended up working with a car theft ring when he got out because he wasn't able to get honest work, due to an alcohol problem that hit him as soon as he was out of jail. Jacky loses his temper with his father rather easily, which isn't really fair - the Evil Woman actually deliberately addicted him to drugs and alcohol - but who says emotions are fair? '''SONICS''' In his diamond form, certain frequencies of intense sonic attacks can cause Jacky to "ring" in sympathy which will render him immobile, and if sustained, will force him to resume human form and be stunned or even unconscious. In his human form, Jacky is susceptible to most of the things that can hurt people. '''SUSCEPTIBLE''' Jacky is insecure, and has no reflexive super-strong moral core, tending to the "might makes right" reflex if he isn't thinking things through carefully. This means he can be tempted, or fall into bad things if he's with bad company.
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[[Category:Xavier's School]]

Thor

2017-11-12T02:34:36Z

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{{CharacterNew
|NameOnMUSH=Thor
|Color=#333
|Char_id=107
|Img=https://tinyurl.com/jvkuwjo
|FullName=Thor Odinson
|Gender=Male
|Species=Asgard
|Theme=Marvel
|Chartype=EFC
|Active=Dropped
|Occupation=Saver of Worlds
|Groups=[[Avengers]] [[Asgard]]
|Quote="All the power of the storm, from all the world, flows through my veins, and can be summoned by mine hammer at any time, wherever it is. A lightning storm in Japan? Mine. A hurricane off the coast of Barbados? Mine again. A brace of tornadoes in Kansas? Aye...mine. All that might, all that destructive force, mine to command. Channeled and guided through the mystic might of this hammer, guided right at thee!"
|PAge=28
|AAge=1000+
|Actor=Chris Hemsworth
|Song=Thunderstruck - AC/DC
|Profile=Thor Odinson, Thor, God of Thunder, future ruler of Asgaard. Wielder of Mjolnir, the might enchanted hammer that lets him focus the power of the storm. The man has a day named after him (Thor's Day, Thursday), and there is no coincidence that it's the day most employees go out to Happy Hour before starting their weekend. He enjoys life, a challenge, his colleagues, and does not back down. It can be difficult to separate the mythos from the man, but it only adds to the mystery of what Thor would truly be capable of when pushed.
|Description=This towering giant of a man is not just of stereotypically Nordic cast, he appears the very platonic ideal of the blonde-haired, blue-eyed son of the northern lands of ice and snow. At a full six and a half feet in height with a broad-shouldered, barrel-chested figure to match, he is intimidating by any measure, at least in silhouette. For while his frame is of an imposing cast, his face is somehow unmistakably both heroic and approachable, powerful and kind. On one hand, it is the strong-jawed, straight-nosed, broad-browed visage of prototypical rugged masculinity. Yet his smiles are infectiously friendly and the whole of his face is lit by his light blue eyes. It doesn't hurt that all of it framed by a frankly gorgeous mane of golden blonde hair that falls in waves around his neck and shoulders, often animated by an oddly ever-present breeze. If his near-perfect physique did not lend the man a sense of the fantastic, of a grandeur beyond the realm of mortal men, then his manner of dress leaves no question on the subject. Garbed in a sort of armored costume, with a stiff dark gray leather tunic tightly fit to his broad chest and hanging below the waist in a form of military skirt. A broad leather belt is buckled with a rounded disc with a symbol that may be a raised hammer or a stylized 'T'. Though his arms are left bare (to better display his rather ridiculously bulging biceps, no doubt!), some kind of scaled metal leggings emerge beneath the skirt, leading to tall, cuffed boots that match his tunic and partial gloves. Most notable of his attire is the flowing red cape, worn attached to his tunic at a metal disc near each shoulder and his shining silver helmet. The latter is open-faced, albeit with prominent cheek guards, and features a distinctive pair of metallic wings sweeping up and back from near his temples. Worn on his belt when not carried in hand, is a simple-looking weapon that nonetheless radiates an almost unfathomable power: a one-handed warhammer with a heavy, almost blocky rectangular metallic head, and a leather-wrapped grip that ends in a long loop.
|History=Men have histories, but Gods have myths, and so it is with Thor Odinson, child of the Allfather. There is no certainty in his origin, for the eternal cycle of Ragnarok has created many lives and many endings for all the Gods of Asgard and for dimensions beyond. And Thor is no exception, for his is a key part of that cycle: he is the slayer of the Midgard Serpent, though in his victory, he is slain by it. This is a role he has filled, but also one he is destined to fulfill again. Yet from his father (in a fashion), Thor has heard tales of his newest life, or lives, as it may be. To join the powers of Asgard and Midgard and perhaps thus alter the balance of this cycle, Odin left his wife and sought out Jord - Gaea - the Elder Goddess of the earth itself. The nature of their union created something unique in Thor, the potential to be strongest of all the Asgardian pantheon, and perhaps of all Gods. Yet for his thousands of years of life and the different lives he has lived in those eons, Thor has not wholly grown to that potential. He was raised as the Prince of Asgard in the presence of his adopted brother Loki, a deformed child of the frost giants Odin had taken in to repay a debt of honor. Loki was always jealous of Thor, and hated him, and yet the two were very much as brothers, going on many adventurers by one another's side. For as often as Loki would act against him, plotting his death many times over, Thor loved him, and would, in time, forgive his seemingly endless tresspasses again and again. His friends were his fellow gods Balder and Sif, and among these companions, he undertook many adventures to prove his worth, valor and the pureness of heart to his father. By doing so, he received Mjolnir, crafted by dwarven kings and enchanted by Odin, a weapon that would serve him through eternity. But the story of Thor in Asgard, Thor with his companions, Thor fighting beside and against his brother, Thor proving worthy of Mjolnir, was only one of the stories of his life. In different times, he went, or was sent by his father, into the world of men, sometimes as a God, sometimes becoming nearly as a mortal himself. He inspired the valor of the Norse, but turned from them when he saw their lust for violence, and in such fashion inspired the rise and fall of the Viking Age. He became the mortal heroes Siegmund and Siegfried, father and son who lived and died reclaiming the Ring of the Nibelung, ultimately in Odin's name. Beyond this, Thor may have lived other lives still. Lives meant to test him, lives meant to teach him. One such life saw him come to earth in the modern era, in the form of a crippled, but brilliant medical student. At other times, perhaps an architect, perhaps a paramedic? Perhaps all of them, perhaps none. As it stands, Thor lives, for now, only as himself, serving his father and Asgard as representative on Earth in a time where many Gods and beings of power seem to tread upon it. He has a mortal identity he uses upon convenience (Sigurd Jarlson), though it, unlike many prior is no conjured or possessed existence, but a mere contrivance of occasional necessity. In this time of Gods on earth, he does not fear to show his true self, save where it may inconvenience his purposes.
|Personality=As a Prince among Gods, Thor possesses many desirable personal qualities: He is charming and gregarious, extroverted in the extreme, a willing and loyal friend to all who do not name themselves his foe. He is adventurous and confident, one who leads rather than waiting to follow. He is valorous and good, honorable in war and even merciful to foes who display a similar code. But of course, in all that is shining and bright in the Asgardian Princeling, there are the burdens of his station and his destiny, for he has lived his entire life, indeed many different lives, to prove himself worthy to the Allfather and to his people. In his desire to prove his worth, he is unrelenting. In his convictions for what is good and right, he is unwavering. And in his confidence, he his blind to any weakness or failing.
|Abilities=-'''ALLSPEAK''' Asgardians possess the ability to speak all the languages of the Nine Realms, allowing him to communicate in any language, human or alien. '''GOD-FORCE''' The core of his being granted by his hybrid divine heritage as the son of the Skyfather Odin and the Elder Goddess Gaea, Thor's life-force fuels his vast powers and grants him full access to them outside his own realm. Only the most powerful beings, such as the Skyfathers, the most powerful demonic lords, or truly Cosmic entities, can affect it directly. To lesser beings, it is an eternal spark, making direct attacks upon his lifeforce or soul largely a futile endeavor. His powerful essence also grants him an unfailing stamina, allowing him to undertake appropriately godly feats, such as battling armies of giants for months at a time without rest, and the ability to heal from the most grevious wounds in time. While not technically immortal, he possesses the longevity of all Asgardians, and can maintain his youth by consuming the Apples of Idunn. Although he uses Mjolnir to perform many feats, it is ultimately only a tool (and to some degree, a crutch) used to shape and control these energies, and most if not all of Thor's powers are innate to him. Indeed, by releasing those energies, he can perform the God-blast unaided, although without Mjolnir, it would surely bring ruin to everything and everyone around him. '''GOD OF STORMS''' As the God of Thunder and son of Gaea, Thor has great power of the natural elements. He is able to summon huge storms with powerful winds, rain, blizzards of ice and snow, and of course, thunder and lightning, and unleash these upon his foes at his whim. He can also create tremors, landslides, and open chasms in the earth, and potentially create earthquakes of continental scale and intensity, far off the scientific Richter scale. On occasions, he has even created unnatural weather like fiery rains. Thor can also directly discharge lightning bolts from his hands, or use that same energy to empower his physical blows. Notably, while Thor possesses his power over the weather naturally by his divine birthright, he normally relies on Mjolnir to grant him more precise control and regulate the output of the raw energies that he commands. '''INVULNERABILITY''' Owing to his hybrid divine heritage and powerful life force, Thor is invulnerable to a host of threats, small and large. Human disease, poisons, toxins and even radiation are of no concern, and he can drink copious amounts of alcohol without becoming drunk, unless the brew is itself of godly origin. Naturally, as the God of Thunder, electricity poses no threat to him, and he can endure extremes of temperature and pressure so intense as to survive at the center of the sun or in the cold void of space. In physical combat, he can withstand blows from the most powerful beings imaginable, including Celestials and other Gods, although depending on their magnitude, such attacks may cause him pain, fatigue, or lesser injury. Ultimately, his nature means that he can only truly be felled '''KEEN SENSES''' Thor can hear a scream from across a planet and track objects moving faster than the speed of light with his vision. '''SPEED''' Thor is possessed of divine speed, moving 'as fast as the lightning he commands,' and is capable of reacting to gunfire and similar threats. In flight, he has exceeded the speed of light and kept pace with cosmic beings while traveling across space, although upon Earth such velocities are impossible without doing harm to the world around him. '''STRENGTH OF THE GODS''' Owing to his heritage and destiny, Thor is physically the strongest among the Asgardian gods, and indeed one of the strongest beings in existence below the level of truly omnipotent or cosmic forces. Able to effortlessly lift buildings, gauging his strength on such scales is essentially pointless, as he is frequently called upon to perform feats of more mythic nature. Throwing (or shattering) planetary or stellar scale objects is well within his ability, as is breaking otherwise unbreakable materials like adamantium or uru.
|Skills='''KNOWLEDGE''' Although considered by some a hot-heated warrior brute, Thor is not un-intelligent. More significantly, he possesses knowledge and understanding befitting millenias of experience with the cosmic and the divine, myth and magic, and with the workings of Asgard. On earth, he has lived many lives, and although he does not retain full memories of most of these existences, some fragments remain, giving him a greater grasp of humanity than his anachronistic appearance may suggest. One of his more recent lives was particularly influential in this regard, and now with allies such as the Avengers, this mixed knowledge may bring some applications of Asgardian technology into the mortal realm, wearing away at the boundaries between magic and science. '''LEADER OF GODS AND MEN''' Thor is the Prince of Asgard, and destined to be its King. Thus he possesses a charisma and natural ability for leadership inherent to his station, both royal and divine. He is an inspiring leader for his fellow Asgardians, but with his worthy heart and heroic nature, potentially one for mortalkind as well. '''MASTER OF WAR''' Thor is not only the God of thunder and strength, but also of War. Since birth, he has been groomed to be Asgard's finest warrior. He is skilled with every weapon typical of his people, from his favored hammer to swords, axes, maces and other such melee weapons, as well as unarmed combat and wrestling. Although he favors his heritage, he has knowledge of practically every fighting style that might be used against him. As the warrior-Prince of his people, he is a skilled tactician who has led them in many wars and is destined to do so as their King.
|Resources='''AVENGER''' As a founding member of the Avengers, Thor has access to various allies and resources, as well as additional assistance through related agencies like S.H.I.E.L.D. '''MEGINGJORD''' An enchanted belt that increases the wearer's strength. Though it is hard to usefully measure the impact of doubling the strength of the mightiest of the Asgardian Gods... well, it definitely makes him that much more impressive of a figure. '''MJOLNIR''' Forged from the supernatural metal Uru by the dwarf-kings of Nidavellir using the heat of a star, and empowered by enchantments cast by the Skyfather Odin, the warhammer Mjolnir is a near indestructible weapon of immense power. At the most basic, it is a powerful magical weapon capable of hurting otherwise invulnerable cosmic beings, but it's true powers are far greater. While it is unclear whether many of its abilities are actually imbued in the hammer or are natural to Thor and merely enhanced by it, it nonetheless grants or empowers a vast host of abilities in his hands. Its properties include: * Worthiness Enchantment - Mjolnir is enchanted so that no unworthy being can lift it or remove it from his grip, and the list of those worthy is small indeed. However, this enchantment also poses a certain weakness, as Thor himself must still uphold the values that make him worthy of the weapon, or risk losing it himself. * Weather Control - In this case, the hammer enhances the God of Thunder's natural abilities, giving him precise control at lesser effort. * Flight - By spinning, throwing, and hanging on to the hammer, Thor flies at around supersonic speed on earth and beyond the speed of light in space. * Mystical Link - The hammer is linked to its wielder and will return to him from any distance and through any barrier, with sufficient will. * Sensing - The hammer can detect various kinds of energy, including mystic, psychic, and divine energy. It can reveal illusions and strike hidden foes. * Master of Time and Space - The hammer can open or close gateways between dimensions or through space and even, in extreme cases, time. * Energy Absorption - The hammer can be used to block, absorb, and even redirect energy attacks directed at it. * Energy Manipulation - The hammer can manipulate the electromagnetic spectrum beyond its weather powers, for more esoteric purposes, and can even affect other forces like gravity. * Matter Manipulation - In similar fashion, the hammer can even affect matter at the molecular level, reconfiguring or transmuting it. * Negate Magic - The hammer can nullify or break other enchantments. * Invisibility & Intangibility - Mjolnir can grant these states to the user or others, and disrupt the phasing powers of others. * God Blast - Mjolnir can act as a focus for Thor's divine energy, channeling it into a more controlled blast capable of killing immortals or destroying planets. The potential of this attack is nearly limitless, though at its highest levels even the indestructible hammer may not survive the power it unleashes. '''PRINCE OF ASGARD''' As the Crown Prince of the realm of Asgard, Thor can call on (and indeed, command) the aid of its many Gods, as well as draw upon its vast resources of magic and technology. This includes vehicles as the Odinship and its scrying device, Odin's Eye, as well as various weapons in Odin's possession, Heimdall's Observatory, and other important features of Asgard. His royal station and heroic legend grants him a position of respect throughout the multiverse, and he calls the Gods of other Pantheons and similar cosmic beings his peers.
|Weaknesses='''jORMUNGANDR''' Thor is destined to die in battle with the Midgard Serpent, Jörmungandr. Its fangs can pierce his flesh, and its venom is lethal even to the near-invincible Asgardian. '''LOKI''' Thor's adopted brother is his eternal blindspot. For as much as Loki feels jealousy, hatred, and often the impulse toward murder for his sibling, Thor has nothing but love and forgiveness. In his eyes, Loki's many misdeeds are all mere errors of judgment, moments of personal failing, rather than defining parts of his nature. Even when Loki acts out and must be fought and brought to justice, though it may be Thor's hand that brings him to heel, it will just as certainly be Thor who stands in his defense before their father's judgement. '''MAGICAL TRICKERY''' While the God-Force offers Thor a considerable resistance to magic and essential immunity to its most dire consequences (no simple sorcerery could ever do him permanent harm), the God of Thunder is by no means immune to it, particularly to those magics wielded by other divine beings such as his brother. Indeed, though Thor has the tools to combat magical foes and defeat most enchantments (whether through pure will, his divine spark, or by using Mjolnir), he lacks for experience and competence in the mystical realm. Thus, his downfall is nearly always through magical trickery and deception, influence and misdirection. In many cases, it merely does not occur to Thor that what is before his eyes might not be reality. Often enough, it is only after his actions have wrought their misguided consequences that he sees the truth, and indeed he has often been ensorcelled to use his own might against his friends or interests. '''OVERCONFIDENCE''' Thor is supremely confident. There isn't a challenge he isn't sure he can handle, a foe too great to face. And while there is a great deal backing up his bravery, he is not wholly invincible or without weakness. As such, Thor may find himself in over his head or duped into a trap as a result of his overconfidence, particularly against foes who know how to bait or mislead him. '''WARRIOR'S MADNESS''' Thor is capable of entering into a state known as the "Warrior's Madness" ("berserkergang" in Norwegian and Danish alike), either purposefully to face a powerful foe or unintentionally if goaded into it or faced with great anger. In such a state, his strength and stamina tenfold (a truly terrifying thought), yet it carries many burdens: He sacrifices higher intelligence and logic, his behavior becomes erratic, emotional, and instinctive, and may attack friends as easily as foes in battle. In the long term, such rages threaten his very sanity. Additionally, the use of such berserker techniques is outlawed by Odin, and its use requires significant sacrifice and atonement.
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[[Category:Avengers]]
[[Category:Asgard]]

Aquaman

2017-11-12T02:32:49Z

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{{CharacterNew
|NameOnMUSH=Arthur Curry
|Color=#333
|TextColor=#c1c1c1
|Char_id=100
|Img=http://i.imgur.com/0nQrKeo.jpg
|FullName=Arthur Curry
|Gender=Male
|Species=Half Atlantean
|Theme=DC
|Chartype=DFC
|Active=Dropped
|Occupation=King of Atlantis, Adventurer
|Groups=[[Justice League]]
|Quote=I am AQUAMAN-- the king of the seven seas. This is my birthright. This is my responsibility. And I will embrace it
|PAge=30'a
|AAge=38
|DOB=29 January 1987
|Height=185cm
|Weight=147kg
|Hair=Green
|Eyes=Blond
|Profile=Arthur Curry has always been a man torn between two worlds. On the surface he's Arthur Curry, the Amnesty Bay native that has grown up to become something much more. Below the surface he's King Arthur, the fated son of Atlanna and ruler of the Kingdom of Atlantis. A dedicated leader and hero in both places, Arthur fights a constant war on both fronts. Focused on leading his the citizens of Atlantis to a peaceful future while also protecting the Earth as a founding and senior member of the esteemed Justice League. Arthur Curry is a man that knows no boundaries. A Hero. A King. Arthur Curry is... Aquaman.
|Abilities=------------------------------< Atlantean Hybrid >------------------------------

Atlanteans are an offshoot of humans who are biologically designed to survive in deep ocean environments. Baseline Atlanteans have an adapted physiology that allows them to breathe underwater, survive the crushing pressures of the unfathomable deep. They are also limited in the amount of time they are out of the water. Atlanteans are, for all intents and purposes, intended for aquatic life.

Arthur, however, seems to be a different case altogether. Due to either his royal bloodline or his hybridic nature, Arthur has been blessed with a fascinating biology all his own. He shares many of the same traits as baseline Atlanteans, however, Arthur is anywhere from 20 - 50 times stronger, faster, tougher. He's essentially tireless when it comes into question with other members of his race.

These enhanced and magnified traits put him leaps and bounds beyond Atlanteans and Humans alike. In essence, Aquaman is both super-Atlantean and super-human.
-------------------------------< Cold Immunity >--------------------------------
Aquaman is naturally immune to the effects of the cold, such as getting sick or hypothermia and other facets of that particular line of effects. His body is naturally capable of handling extreme cold temperatures and is adapted fully to be capable of handling such temperatures with ease. He feels no ill effects from cold and suffers no hinderances beyond perhaps physical movement in the event of being acted upon by "freezing" attacks.
------------------------------< Divine Blessing >-------------------------------
Arthur Curry has proven himself to the Olympian God of the Seas, Poseidon. This has resulted in Arthur being blessed with a Divine Empowerment and given a powerful weapon of which to use in battle: Poseidon's Trident. The combination of the trident and this blessing have given Arthur access to a variety of mystical abilities.

Weather Manipulation: Arthur has been given the ability to control and manipulate the weather. Storms, rain, wind, thunder and lightning all full beneath the umbrella of Poseidon's Blessing.

Electrokinesis: Arthur can use Poseidon's Trident to summon forth lightning. The trident can also be used to expel lightning in a variety of ways such as blasts, bolts or even arcs.

Hydrokinesis: Arthur can bend and manipulate water with great skill and effect.

Hydroportation: Arthur can teleport through the water provided there is enough water in both the departure and arrival locations. This is limited to a global scale.

Cryokinesis: Arthur can manipulate the water in a frozen capacity as well. By bending the water's temperature to freezing levels he can create ice structures and objects or freeze targets.

Magic Resilience: Arthur has been given some specific defense against magic. This is mostly a blanket protection against magics in general. Due to Poseidon being the God of the Seas, though, Arthur's defense against Thule based magic is highest.

Flight: Arthur can use the Blessing of Poseidon to enable himself to fly without the aid of others or outside forces.
------------------------------< Marine Telepathy >------------------------------
Contrary to popular belief and Internet trolling, Aquaman doesn't actually talk to marine life. Instead, this is a sophisticated telepathic redirection of the thought processes in their brains which compels them to assist him when in need. Arthur's telepathic range is global enabling him to send out worldwide broadcasts if necessary. His marine telepathy works on all manner of aquatic life, though, some minds may be more difficult to compel and could cause Arthur severe mental strain.
---------------------------< Superhuman Durability >----------------------------
Arthur's physicality is strong enough to resist small arms fire with minimal injury or able to survive the likes of RPG missiles exploding in his face at point-blank range. In tune with his super-Atlantean, Aquaman can handle pressures equal to that of the ocean deep while suffering no discomfort. His durability is so great that he has been shown to even survive falling back to Earth from orbit and walking away without serious injury.

Arthur has an increased resistance to energy and heat. Energy blasts hit him with little to no effect and cause him no sense of actual pain or anguish. He has survived being flash frozen by the likes of ice based magic. His resilience is such that he could be submerged in a lava bed and emerge without a scratch.
----------------------------< Superhuman Reflexes >-----------------------------
Arthur possesses reflexes that have been heightened to levels far beyond the scope of a baseline human. His reflexes and agility are vastly superior to even some of the most nimble Atlanteans. These already super-Atlantean feats are even more impressive in aquatic locations.
-----------------------------< Superhuman Senses >------------------------------
Arthur possesses enhanced senses that have reached the superhuman level. Several levels beyond the scope of humanity, Arthur's senses of sight, touch, hearing and smell are unequivocaly superior. His senses are even more heightened in aquatic locations.
------------------------------< Superhuman Speed >------------------------------
Arthur's speed has reached superhuman levels due to his super-Atlantean biology. His speed is often considered to be somewhere in the range of phenomenal while running. His swim speed, however, is where Aquaman truly shines as he's capable of reaching speeds beyond Mach 5.
-----------------------------< Superhuman Stamina >-----------------------------
Arthur is capable of functioning at a significantly longer rate than any baseline human. During this extended period of time, Arthur suffers no fatigue or any ill effects of a tiring or weakening nature. His stamina is almost limitless in aquatic locations.
----------------------------< Superhuman Strength >-----------------------------
Arthur's innate super-Atlantean state gives him incredible strength. Aquaman's strength is impressive even by the standards of others with superhuman strength as he's been able to exhibit strength around 45 quintillion metric tons. However, as with most of his abilities, this limit is increased significantly while in aquatic environments.

Coupled with his strength comes the ability to, in effect, super-leap. Using his super-Atlantean strength Arthur can launch himself into the air with a mighty jump or rocket himself out of the water in the same fashion as a torpedo.
|Skills=---------------------------------< Aquabatics >---------------------------------
Aquaman possesses a natural affinity for acrobatics and related forms of performance, such as gymnastics, tumbling, parkour and various other talents that come with the foundation of Acrobatics. His level of expertise transcends him to a somewhat professional level, allowing him to act accordingly on land.

However, in water, Aquaman's ability to perform all of these same extensions of agility are far beyond the reach of what could be considered normal. As a pioneer of a form of aquatic acrobatics known as Aquabatics, Aquaman is capable of functioning at a flawless level. This allows him to spin, twist, tumble, skim, slide and various other methods of glorified and stylish movement within water based environments and conditions.
---------------------------------< Atlantean >----------------------------------
Through the combined effort of aquatic sea life, Atlantean historians, myths and legends, Arthur has become incredibly well versed and knowledgeable in Atlantean Lore and the history of Atlantis. There are very few things about Atlantis or the Atlanteans that Arthur doesn't know about in some form or fashion and his expertise in this area is widely known. What is not known can be accessed through Atlantean archives and advisors.
-----------------------------------< Combat >-----------------------------------
Aquaman has been a fighter for his entire life. He has been trained by various masters of combat from Atlantis and beyond allowing him to become a versatile and fierce combatant. His combat expertise extends from hand-to-hand to fighting with weaponry of all kinds. However, Aquaman prefers the more melee and medieval style of weapons such as swords or staves. He is a fierce and incredible warrior capable of holding his own against various numerous opponents for an elongated period of time. When taking into account and adding his Super Atlantean abilities, Aquaman is nothing short of amazing.

Aquaman's fighting ability increases exponentially when engaging in underwater combat as that is more of his natural environment than anything else.
----------------------------------< Diplomat >----------------------------------
Aquaman is an accomplished diplomat that is capable of running an entire underwater kingdom and interacting with the surface world in a manner that is befitting of a monarch such as himself. While his mental state is designed to have him functioning much easier in a monarchial state, he does understand politics in such a manner that he is capable of dealing with other great political figures whether they be singular or part of a group, such as the President of the United States or United Nations. Aquaman is very well practiced in the art of political warfare.
--------------------------------< Intimidation >--------------------------------
Aquaman is well versed in the art of using intimidation to get what he wants. Whether that be information, access to a secure facility or something more specific, Aquaman knows how to use his presence, status and general demeanor to intimidate those that he sees as weak-willed or complacent enough to fall prey to his tactics of intimidation.
----------------------------------< Swimming >----------------------------------
Aquaman is, perhaps, the greatest swimmer there is. His swimming ability allows him to perform feats underwater that even some of the greatest Olympic athletes could have no hope of performing. Aquaman's Royal Atlantean heritage is coupled with his hybridized physiology to provide him with an unparalleled ability to swim that has been mastered on a scope that leaves him in a class all his own.
---------------------------------< Tactician >----------------------------------
Aquaman is an accomplished tactician and strategist capable of using this mental ability to create various avenues to victory in various combat situations or other confrontations. He is capable of using his strategic mind to think on the fly and modify his plans while they are being enacted. He is capable of leading everything from small groups to armies in battle.
------------------------------< Warrior's Spirit >------------------------------
Aquaman possesses a Warrior's Spirit that will not allow him to back down. He is focused and driven by whatever it is that he's after and he will continue on that path with great need and passion. While this is borderline obsessive, it remains on the more positive side of things as this helps Aquaman to fight his foes and opponents as if he has already won. There is no room for error when Aquaman is in combat.
|Resources=-----------------------------------< Allies >-----------------------------------
Aquaman has a host of allies the he can call upon for assistance in matters of all types. He has advisors and historians to assist him with diplomatic or monarch matters, as well as those he rules with. He has former wards and partners that may assist him with combat situations or other confrontations. He also has an Atlantean military and other Atlanteans that can assist him in various ways, if needed. There are various connections that Aquaman has on the surface world that may assist him also.
--------------------------------< Amnesty Bay >---------------------------------
This is the small coastal town that Arthur Curry calls home. The majority of the people here are friends of Aquaman's and will do whatever they can for him. In turn, Aquaman protects this town with the same ferocity as he protects Atlantis. Amnesty Bay is also home to Curry Lighthouse, the place that Arthur Curry was raised.
-------------------------------< Atlantean Tech >-------------------------------
Aquaman has access to various technological marvels that come from the Atlantis Research & Development teams. They have created various tools and vehicles that Aquaman may feel the need to use at random times for whatever reasons. This includes weaponry and the lightweight scaled armor that he wears
----------------------------------< Atlantis >----------------------------------
As the ruler of the Kingdom of Atlantis, Arthur has full power over the underwater kingdom and full range of monarchial rulership over the armies and citizens of the Atlanteans that live within the limits of the ancient and powerful city. Everything in Atlantis, from the people to the technology and otherwise are underneath Arthur's controlling and guiding hand. He is one of the more "hands on" rulers of this great and powerful underwater nation and he rules with a firm, but compassionate hand and a warrior's spirit.
----------------------------< Diplomatic Immunity >-----------------------------
As the ruler of the Kingdom of Atlantis and a diplomat in constant contact with the United Nations, Arthur Curry has diplomatic immunity within the United States and other countries that are represented in the United Nations. This keeps him free from lawsuits and prosecution, as well as keeps him from being arrested or dealt with by the host country's laws.
-------------------------------< Justice League >-------------------------------
Arthur Curry, aka the Aquaman, is a founder and high ranking member of the Justice League. This gives him access to all their technology, weapons, bases and even the roster for assistance. It also provides him with clout that only being a member of a prestigious superhero team can bring.
--------------------------------< Marine Life >---------------------------------
At any given point in time, Aquaman can summon Marine Life to assist him. Aquaman has access to these creatures of the sea at all times and can communicate with them all over the globe. They are vast and varied and loyal to Aquaman so long as he uses his powers wisely. In some cases, Aquaman's bond with certain creatures is so strong that he does not even need to use his Marine Telepathy to gain assistance.

Aquaman's selection of Marine Life ranges from the normal and common to the unusual and endangered.
------------------------------------< Mera >------------------------------------
Arthur's significant other from that is born of Xebel. She's as fierce a warrior as she is beautiful and together the two of them redefine the phrase 'Power Couple'.
------------------------------< Public Identity >-------------------------------
Being a known superhero and ruler of Atlantis gives Aquaman some level of fame and clout. Granted, it actually takes seeing Aquaman in action for most humans to give him the respect that he deserves, but either way, Aquaman's identity being public allows him to help others and fight the good fight on as many fronts as possible. It also makes him more appealing to those who may fear the more secretive heroes.
----------------------------------< Tridents >----------------------------------
The Trident of Poseidon belongs to Aquaman. Blessed upon him by Poseidon himself, the Trident is made of an indestructible metal and is the key to using the Divine Empowerment that has been given to him by Poseidon.

The Trident of Atlantis is a symbol of Royal Lineage and belongs to the King of Atlantis. Made from the strongest of Atlantean metals, the Trident of Atlantis serves a symbolic purpose as well as provides Arthur with a stylish weapon of choice.
-------------------------------< Underestimated >-------------------------------
Aquaman's entire superhero purpose has been summed up into a single phrase that he's had to live with his entire life.

"Aquaman talks to fish."

While this is something that annoys and bothers him to no end, this blanket underestimation of his skills and abilities often allows Aquaman to gain victory over his opponents due to the fact that most of them do not take him seriously.
-----------------------------------< Wealth >-----------------------------------
Arthur has an overabundance of wealth at his disposal thanks to being the King of a thriving and well resourced underwater kingdom. He wants for nothing.
|Weaknesses=----------------------------------< Atlantis >----------------------------------
Atlantis is Arthur's true home. He will always choose the fate of Atlantis over any other fate. It is his destiny and his calling to Rule and Protect Atlantis with everything he is. Threats on Atlantis will not be taken lightly and will be handled with as much vigor and power that are needed to neutralize the threat and keep his city safe.
--------------------------------< Dehydration >---------------------------------
Part of Aquaman is of Atlantean biology. This means that he must stay hydrated if he is to function effectively on land. His amphibious nature causes him to weaken in various states the longer he is out of water. During times of extreme loss of water, Aquaman will become impaired, disabled and finally incapacitated. After that, there is only death.
----------------------------------< Enemies >-----------------------------------
Aquaman has made many enemies over his tenure as both a King and a Hero. Many of them want him dead. Many of them want him ruined. All of these things are on the bad end of the scale for Aquaman and thus he (and those that are on his side) are always a target for attacks and vile plots.
-----------------------------------< Legacy >-----------------------------------
Arthur considers himself to be living up to a legacy that the Kings of Atlantis before him attempted to create. He also wants to make his mother proud, a woman that he never knew. He also feels that he must carry on the Curry name in honor of his father. There are many things that push and drive Arthur and he will go to great lengths to protect the legacy that he was born into.
------------------------------------< Mera >------------------------------------
One of the key ways to get to Arthur is through Mera. He loves her with the whole of his heart and therefore any attacks, physical or emotional or spiritual or otherwise, will be met with the fiercest of vengeance. Or perhaps even the doing of biddingest depending on the situation at hand.
------------------------------< Public Identity >-------------------------------
Aquaman's identity as Arthur Curry is a well known fact. Anyone with any knowledge of superheroes or Google can find this information out and use it to their advantage if they wanted to.
---------------------------------< Reputation >---------------------------------
The majority of the world considers Aquaman to be a big superhero joke. He is constantly teased and hardly taken seriously by the general public or even some heroes. Having a reputation like this always seems to take its toll on a hero sooner or later.
----------------------------------< Ruthless >----------------------------------
Aquaman has a habit of losing his focus when doing battle with certain foes. Certain situations or enemies bring out the worst in Arthur and he focuses more on vengeance or victory than the greater good. He becomes ruthless and if not properly handled he can become a danger to himself and others. It is hard to come back from a dark place.
----------------------------------< Secrets >-----------------------------------
There are a lot of things that Arthur has done in his past and a lot of secrets that he keeps all to himself. Things that nobody knows he has done. He would like to keep these secrets. Having any of them come up could possibly ruin or endanger Arthur in some very lucrative ways.
-----------------------------------< Temper >-----------------------------------
Aquaman is known for his fierce temper, which is very short. This can cause his judgment to be clouded or cause him to make mistakes in battle due to seeing red and focusing more on his anger than the situation at hand. It does not take much to get on Arthur's bad side.
}}
[[Category:Justice League]]

Sleepwalker

2017-11-12T02:20:34Z

OldLiu:

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|NameOnMUSH=Hunter Weston
|Color=#333
|TextColor=#c1c1c1
|Char_id=1500
|FullName=Hunter Weston
|Gender=Male
|Species=Mutant
|Theme=Original
|Chartype=OC
|Active=Shelved
|Occupation=Student
|Groups=[[Xavier's School]]
|Quote=.
|PAge=17
|AAge=17
|DOB=12 December 2007
|Height=5'7"
|Weight=160 lbs.
|Hair=Blond
|Eyes=Blue
|Profile=The runaway child of a family of Purifiers, and Mutant with the bizarre ability to enter and control dreams. A young boy who has made a deal with the Lord of Dreams, Hunter spends about as much time in the Dreaming as he does in the physical world. The new student at Xavier's can enter and travel through dreams, alter them, heal through them, and even pull things into the real world. The boy can never sleep himself, however, and life seems different when you are always awake...and the lonely hours stretch so far...
|Abilities=DREAM CONSTRUCTS

If you can dream it, he can make it. Sort of. This is one of Hunter's oddest, but most powerful abilities. He has the ability to pull things from the Dreaming and into reality. Currently he is only able to do this with inanimate objects at will, but sometimes in a burst of power, or against his will, he may cause living dreaming creatures to cross into this realm.

If a sleeping person is within ten feet, he has the ability to reach in and pull something out. He can 'peek' into the dream at this range, and see what is going on, and what could be useful. He can pull weapons, armor, devices or other items. However, the more impossible the item is in the real world, the less time it will last. For instance, pulling an almost impossibly beautiful gown or ring from a dream and the item could last a lifetime, even when out of his view. But a lightsaber? A scene, if he is lucky. Something even more bizarre might last even less time. Some of these things are possible due to 'super science' or 'powers', but if it is something not readily available to the majority of the world, it suffers from limited time (Unless harmless clothing jewelry or similar)

Items he pulls out tend to vanish when their time is up, returning to the Dreaming. Clothing and jewelry and swords and such are called 'voile' in the terms of the Dreaming.

DREAM CONTROL

Once inside of a dream, Hunter has access to a few abilities. He can work to shape the dream around him, for instance. The more changes he wants to do, the harder it becomes. He cannot simply turn a nightmare into a happy dream. He has to work in parts, changing one monster into something else, and one location into another. It is art, and it takes effort.

If he applies himself, however, he can really make massive changes to the dream around him. With enough work the most horrific dream can be transformed into something happy and calming. He can also 'incept' ideas, like in that weird movie. It is not nearly that easy, however, but he CAN make sure bits and pieces or entire dreams are FULLY remembered, unlike a normal dream.

DREAM HEALING

This is something he is only just beginning to dabble in, and it is something he absolutely does not understand. Using his dream control and empathy, he can use dreams to lessen mental fatigue and mental illness. Enough work could cure hardcore insanity, but it is draining and HARD. Even stranger, though, is that his dream control can physically heal people. By making a dream comforting or inspiring, he can restore some vitality to a body and help a person heal. Working with a person's dream can up to quadruple a normal person's healing times. Some day, it might even be better.

DREAM SENSE

He feels Dreams due to his internal connection to the Dreaming. He can sense dreams up to one hundred feet away, even through walls. He cannot tell exact details at this point in his training, but he can tell the kind of dream. He can sense if people are having general, normal dreams but can immediately tell if a person is having a bad nightmare. Night Terrors feel like nails on a chalkboard to him. He can immediately tell if somebody or something enters somebodies dreams if it is within his radius as well. He has a hard time blocking these sensations out at this time.

DREAM TRAVEL

Hunter has the ability to enter the dreams of anybody who is slumbering within one hundred feet, even if they are out of sight, or through walls. He physically enters the dream, leaving no physical body. While inside the dream, he can use it to enter into the interconnecting Dream Dimensionor Dreaming.

Once inside the Dreaming, he can go from one person's dream to another, even if they are not beside one another. Going from one dream to another, he can technically start in New York, and end up in a dream in Russia. He can exit any person's dream once inside of it, manifesting beside that slumbering person. Exiting a person's dream immediately awakens them, if it is not the person who's dream he originally entered. This makes it difficult to use this power for assassination or something though not impossible.

It can be difficult to find the exact dream Hunter is looking for, but this is still much faster travel then in the real world. Moving through a person's dream in a rush can leave nightmares or confusion in his wake, and if he moved from New York to Russia as swiftly as he could, it might take him up to six hours. As he gets better at his abilities, this time will shorten.

PEOPLE

When travelling into out of dreams he can bring people with him. If they are holding hands, and others are holding hands with them, etc, he brings them in and out of the Dreaming with him.

SLEEP

He doesn't. He can't. He needs periods of downtime and less physical activity due to his body getting tired, but his brain does not need the downtime. He could not fall asleep if he wanted to. He can walk and control the world of dreams, but he is banned from every having his own. Because of this he has a lot of free time. Thus being damn good at some skills he normally would not be old enough to really get down.
|Skills=CINEMA
Oh, boy, does Weston know a lot about movies. He can discuss the history of cinema for hours, and can talk about details from everything from the first Talkie, to the newest shlock horror fest.

EMPATHY

Due to his connections to dreams he has learned a lot about people. Some he doesn't really 'get' yet at his age, but he has witnessed a lot. He is very good at seeing through a person's lies or insecurities, and is also excellent at helping talk them through their problems. He is the guy you want with you if going through a shock or breakdown, as he can talk you right back up. He is also very good at looking into a dream and piecing together the meaning of it (If there is one. Not all dreams have real meaning. Sorry Freud. Sometimes flying is just flying.)

FIGHTING

He grew up as a Purifier, and he was expected to be able to cause some trouble. His dad violently forced him to learn how to box. He is no master warrior or anything, but he is absolutely able to hold his own in a hand-to-hand fight. He has no idea how to really use a melee weapon or use a gun, though.

LITERATURE

He reads, too. A lot. He has read the classics, and remembers them well. He can quote Hawthorne, Keats, Kerouac or Treasure Island. He could practically have a degree in the subject if he had read them during actual classes and not because he does not sleep.

SKATING

Just like his surfing, he is good but not a professional. He can perform all kinds of tricks, and could teach somebody how to skate...but competing in the X Games is unlikely.

SURFING

He is no pro surfer, but he is very skilled. He can handle a lot of crazy waves and maneuver well on a board. He could even teach others how to surf.
|Resources=DREAMING

Hunter has access to the Dreaming, the land of Morpheus. This is the Dreaming, ala Sandman. A realm of dreams and nightmares. He can go from dream to dream and explore the crazy place, make friends and enemies with the inhabitants, etc. I can't go into full detail on this seperate realm, as it would take an entire comic series (Like Vertigo's Sandman!) to do it justice. But it is weird, intense and dangerous.

SCHOOL

He is a student at the Xavier School, and that comes with all of the good and the bad you would expect it to. Good: A place to live and people to rely on who understand. Bad: Home gets blown up all the time.
|Weaknesses=DREAMING

As part of his bargain with the Lord of Dream, he is expected to be called upon to defend the Dreaming or those within it if he must. So far this has not come up, but someday he may need to sacrifice much for them.

FAMILY PROBLEMS

His family doesn't want to bring him back home...his family wants him DEAD. His siblings and parents (Especially his father) are members of the Purifiers hate group. He was raised within the group as well. His family cannot stand the idea of having a disgusting Mutie in their family.

FORMER HATER

Hunter has a lot of guilt issues, since he grew up as a hateful member of the Purifiers. He has known what he really is since he was fifteen, and has been keeping it a secret for a few years. He was a coward and did some bad things to hide the truth from his family. He has a lot of guilt over it all, and sometimes it weighs him down.

MUTANT

He is a Mutant. While he is not physically obvious, this brings the numerous issues tied to being a member of his species, such as prejudice and social issues.
}}
[[Category:Xavier's School]]

J. Jonah Jameson

2017-11-12T02:18:09Z

OldLiu:

{{CharacterNew
|NameOnMUSH=J. Jonah Jameson
|Color=#333
|TextColor=#c1c1c1
|Char_id=50
|Img=http://tinyurl.com/ycsnsjfa
|FullName=J. Jonah Jameson
|Gender=Male
|Species=Human
|Theme=Marvel
|Chartype=AFC
|Active=Active
|Occupation=CEO of DBC
|Groups=[[DBC]]
|Quote="Turn on the TV. Go online. Pick up a newspaper. We hate them. We love them. We worship them. We condemn them. Hell, maybe we're the ones who elevate them. Maybe we force them to live like this because we need them to live like this. Maybe the only reason they exist is because we can't solve our own problems."
|PAge=50
|AAge=50
|DOB=2 August 1975
|Height=180 cm
|Weight=82 kg
|Hair=Black and Grey
|Eyes=Blue
|Actor=J.K. Simmons
|Profile=The Rupert Murdoch of the comic book age, Daily Bugle Communications encompasses the seemingly known media network of The Daily Planet, Channel 6 News, The Daily Bugle, GBC News, The Bludhaven Mirror, and most other mainstream media networks. Though with their own editors and staff, they all roll up to him.
}}
[[Category:DBC]]

J. Jonah Jameson

2017-11-12T02:17:41Z

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Hulk

2017-11-12T02:13:46Z

OldLiu:

{{CharacterNew
|NameOnMUSH=Bruce Banner
|Color=#333
|TextColor=#c1c1c1
|Char_id=338
|Img=https://static0.srcdn.com/wp-content/uploads/Hulk-vs-Bruce-Banner-Mark-Ruffalo-by-Rob-Keyes.jpg
|FullName=Robert Bruce Banner
|Gender=Male
|Species=Metahuman
|Theme=Marvel
|Chartype=FC
|Active=Approved
|Occupation=Drifter
|Groups=[[Avengers]] [[Defenders]]
|Quote="Don't make me angry. You wouldn't like me when I'm angry."
|PAge=35
|AAge=35
|DOB=9 August 1990
|Height=175 cm
|Weight=68 kg
|Hair=Greying
|Eyes=Brown
|Actor=Mark Ruffalo
|Song="Until It Sleeps" - Metallica
|Profile=Bruce Banner migrates frequently to keep one step ahead of those who hunt him, keeping only key members of the Avengers and the Defenders up to date on his movements so he can be contacted or retrieved when the Hulk's services are required. He'll spend several months working jobs in menial labor or low-end mechanicing to make ends meet before signing on with organizations like the Peace Corps or Doctors Without Borders, moving between industries the way he moves between places and identities to keep anyone looking for him guessing.
|Description=A male human of about average height and build, in good physical condition. Dark brown hair makes his green eyes stand out even if the look on his face is generally somber, if not downright grim.
|History=Bruce Banner is the product of Brian, an abusive alcoholic father who, as an atomic physicist, expected his own exposure to mutagenic radiation would result in genetic defects in his offspring. Bruce's loving mother was murdered by his father while protecting the boy. Intimidated into living in silence with that monster, Banner's first big break came when his father drunkenly bragged about getting away with murder and got himself locked away in a mental institution. Psychologically traumatized, antisocial and withdrawn, Banner gained an intense and deeply rooted hatred for bullies and especially for his own sense of helplessness either for his own suffering or the suffering of others at their hands. While Bruce had a loving aunt to take him in who treated him like her own and kept him away from his institutionalized father and memories of the trauma he suffered there for the rest of his young life, his psychological issues still set him apart at school and even made him a more enticing target for bullies. In an act of outrage, a young Bruce Banner built a bomb and planted it in his school basement which, luckily for him, turned out to be a dud. Ironically Bruce earned a doctorate in nuclear physics just like dear old dad, and just as ironically it was that career path that proved his father right - and partially the fact that his father was right - about Bruce's genetic mutations that saved his life one day. Those mutations were only partially to blame or thank for Banner's survival. Having taken government work immediately out of post-graduate university, Banner was working on several projects for the U.S. Department of Defense. One of those was the development or re-development of Abraham Erskine's super-soldier serum and another was the development of the gamma bomb. Both projects were considered top secret and extremely dangerous, so much so that Banner's team on the serum was prohibited from testing on living organisms larger than single cells and then weren't allowed to test outside of tightly controlled and highly secured environments and even then were required to flash-fire the environment to ensure complete destruction of test samples after such a short span that any meaningful study of potential side effects or mutations was impossible. For that reason, Banner had deliberately begun experimenting on himself. His tests had been low-key at first, a few cells here and there in the lab's secured environment and only after hours, but toward the end he had begun administering larger and larger doses to himself by direct injection.* Now, and even then, he's honest enough with himself to admit that the act was deliberately suicidal. To his surprise the serum was a success - not the same level of success seen in the original product administered to Steve Rogers, but a significant success all the same. While this was going on and the serum was undergoing refinement and improvements, the gamma bomb project was nearing completion. On the day they were set to test the device he spotted a civilian - no more than in his mid-teens - wandering out on the test field. Bruce selflessly rushed out into the field even though the bomb was triggered and countdown to detonation had begun, and just managed to knock the teenager safely into a ditch and shield the boy's body with his own before the full force of that gamma radiation blast passed over Banner himself. The pain was unimaginable, indescribable, as intense heat that should have vaporized him and radiation that should have poisoned him boiled every cell in his body. It was only the genetic mutations, the nature and extent of which were and still are unknown, that he was born with as a result of his father's exposure to manner of atomic radiation, on top of the effects of that developing super-soldier vaccine he'd been injecting himself with for months, that kept Bruce Banner alive. The direct exposure to intense gamma radiation even left him apparrently unscathed apart from vaporizing the clothes off his body and leaving him in a pain-induced coma from which he awoke every few hours only to scream in agony. It was those same mutations, further affected by the serum, that interacted with the intense gamma radiation over the next few days to change him, resulting in the bizarre were-creature-like phenomenon where sundown physically and mentally transformed him into a brutish, manipulative, monstrous version of himself both physically and mentally, and at sunrise transformed him back into Bruce Banner. The mutations accelerated, and after just days Banner found himself overtaken by a childlike, nearly mindless and destructive monster when angered, and over time he found that could happen even at the hint of frustration. After several incidents and collateral damage, and the discovery that he had been injecting himself with the super-soldier vaccine, Banner was branded a criminal and a terrorist, and was forced to flee from his home while pursued by law enforcement, military, heroes, and villains alike. Through the years Bruce Banner has become a master fugitive, hiding in plain sight and working through the system without any identity but the name he chooses to give people or any documentation in dozens of first, second, and third world countries. The trick, he's found, is to keep moving without making too many connections and before people get to know him well enough to ask too many questions. Never good at, or very interested in, forging close friendships anyway, the lifestyle suits Banner well enough. He eventually got his legal status fixed, meaning he isn't pursued by the military or the police in the U.S. anymore, but his dual-identity was splashed all over the national and global news for so long that he's still a prime target for every supervillain and third world dictator - even a few vengeful heroes - the Hulk ever crossed. Banner's repressed hatred, anger, guilt, and sense of evil or selfishness are largely to blame for the range and unrpedictability of transformations he can and does undergo. Through psychotherapy, some he's voluntarily (and actively) sought out and some that he was abducted and was subjected to against his will, he's come to understand this and through that he's come to achieve a measure of control over some of his forms. The biggest problem is that, no matter how much therapy a man gets he can never fully escape or get over a childhood of physical and emotional abuse, or watching his loving and beloved mother murdered right in front of him, then being forced to live in silence with her murderer. At the very best it takes constant effort and neverending discipline for Banner to keep control over his savage aspect and he knows well that it will require eternal vigilance to keep control over his absolute worst aspects. What Banner has achieved, to date, is best described as an uneasy truce with himself. He is never really in control when he allows one of his Hulk psyches to emerge, but they do communicate with him, consulting his conscience and reason and allowing that to inform their decisions, at least to a point. A fully-enraged Hulk is just that and nothing more and that's all there is to it. The Hulk is both the reason the Avengers were founded and one of the founding members, having had his savage aspect's childlike mentality used against him by a manipulative Loki. The resulting menace was enough that his longtime friend Rick Jones, the same boy whose life he saved on the gamma bomb test range the day he was changed in the first place, put out a distress call that Loki redirected and other heroes intercepted which ultimately led to the unlikely grouping of the Avengers' founders. Among the Avengers, Bruce Banner has entrusted Tony Stark with a prototype of the radiation-emitting device that briefly enabled him to control his transformations and forced the Hulk forms to transform back to Bruce Banner. Banner's hope is that Stark can develop a version of the device that won't lose its effectiveness as he gains resistance to it, while keeping its existence a secret. To say that Hulk or Banner are members of the Defenders is mostly to say that, like the other Defenders, sometimes the Hulk just plain can't do things on his own. When those ugly situations rear their heads, the lone wolves rear theirs right back. Bruce Banner considers this grouping always a temporary and somewhat disasteful alliance.
|Personality=How many pieces could Bruce Banner's mind have shattered into as an abused child? How many ways were those pieces scattered before he was freed from the prison of terror that his father kept him in? What lurks undiscovered in the recesses of his mind? Personality - Bruce Banner Bruce Banner tries to maintain a stoic and passive personality, the kind that easily allows those with aggressive superiority complexes to look down on. While this sometimes makes them get him to a point where his other self shines through, Bruce tends to do things to keep himself at bay, like make use of stress-balls or meditation. Personality - Hulk The Hulk represents the inner child who was tortured and neglected in Brian Banner's house. He's the indestructible thing that Bruce always wished he could be when he was that age, that never could be until that fateful day on the testing range. The Hulk has the mind of a child maybe 7 to 10 years old, depending how angry he is, and almost everything makes him angrier. Anger, fear, and spikes of adrenaline in the blood spark the transformation from Bruce Banner into the Hulk. The more the Hulk destroys the angrier he gets, the angrier he gets the more he destroys, the more he destroys the more police and military units try to shoot him down and the more they hurt him the angrier he gets. The only things that have ever been able to bring the Hulk down are the people Bruce Banner loves, the ones he'd never dream of hurting, sheer exhaustion after a destructive rampage, and Bruce's technologies which unfortunately he almost always develops resistances against.
|Abilities='''GENIUS''' Bruce Banner possesses beyond a genius-level intelligence, not just 'for a human' but compared to many species who might consider the smartest humans to be dumb as insects. Whether he was born with this, it was an effect of the mutations caused by his father's exposure to radiation, it is a result of him testing the super-soldier treatments on himself, or all of the above may never be known. '''BRUCE - SELF-CONTROL''' Bruce has learned self control to the point that, unless he's under the influence of some form of mind control or drugs, he can choose voluntarily to release the Hulk. The trade-off is that the Hulk must communicate with him, consulting before engaging in battles and especially before taking actions that may result in collateral damage, so that Banner's conscience and reason can influence the actions taken by the Hulk. Unfortunately, this self-control fails if his transformation is involuntary. '''HULK - SUPERHUMAN''' Once transformation has begun, it takes only seconds to complete and the abilities of the Hulk are active immediately. Once transformed into the Hulk: * Invulnerability: The Hulk is invulnerable to bullets and explosives, from small to large arms, tanks, aircraft, armor-piercing, lasers, plasma-beams, you name it. This doesn't seem to be a function of density or thick, tough hide, sheer muscle mass or some kind of magic, but a combination of all of the above. The Hulk can fall for several miles, suffering no ill effects. The Hulk has withstood attacks by adamantium blades, survived atomic pile detonation, re-entry from outer space, the Hulk has been known to survive cold as low as -250 degrees F although he was put in stasis until he thawed, even survived ground-zero at nuclear detonation. Pain can stun and slow the Hulk down, but once a sustained attack causing the Hulk pain ends there will be a severely pissed off Hulk to deal with. * Strength: In a voluntarily-transformed state, the Hulk is said to be able to bench-press up to 70 tons. In a fully enraged state, the Hulk's strength is incalculable - able to bench press over 100 tons. While these indexes might be interesting scholastically, say to S.H.I.E.L.D. researchers, the reality is that even a not-totally-enraged Hulk can and has ripped entire islands off the ocean floor and swum with them on his back, shattered adamantium alloy armor with a single punch, double-fist punched through a bunker designed to withstand explosions several thousand megatons in force, etc. * Speed: The Hulk can travel at over 200mph running, and well over the speed of sound leaping. Hulk forms have been known to overtake lightning fast trains, fighter jets and ICBMs, when the jets and ICBMs had a head start. The Hulk has leapt nearly into orbit and on at least one occasion was mistaken for a missile by ground radar. * Stamina: If somehow he manages to sustain the transformation that long, the Hulk can go weeks without food, water, or rest, even at peak exertion.* Healing: The Hulk's healing factor is nearly instantaneous and can bring the creature back from edge of death or even what should have been deadly injuries. The Hulk has been known to regenerate lost limbs, a critically severed brainstem, even come back from disembowelment. In some cases Bruce Banner has been injured to near or what looked like past death, but transformation into the Hulk form has successfully healed him. The Hulk is immune to disease and viruses, though some powerful toxins have been known to weaken him. * Willpower: The Hulk is either immune to mind control or simply doesn't have a mind to be controlled (cue laugh track). A number of villains and even heroes with mind-affecting powers ranging from the psychic to powerful illusions have found that even though they can completely subjugate Bruce Banner, if or when he transforms into the Hulk they are instantly and completely powerless against the creature. * Environment Adaptation: The Hulk seems to have the ability to survive in environments no others cannot, such as the ocean floor, the vaccuum of space, or in molten lava while holding his breath. He also is able to breathe in most extra-terrestial environments. * Anger Empowerment: The angrier he gets, the more amplified all of the Hulk's powers become. '''HULK - UNARMED COMBAT''' The Hulk forms has an instinctive comfort with his own body and an innate talent for unarmed combat. He punches, kicks, leaps, and dodges as naturally as any wild animal. While the Hulk doesn't exactly block attacks, he does have a tendency to catch them in one or even both hands, before trying to break the opposing limb or throw his enemy by it.
|Skills='''COMPUTER HACKING''' The first step in any kind of engineering project is modelling, and in the modern day that means 3D modelling and CAD. Banner had to learn those programs, which are intended for architects instead of scientific researchers, and how to extend their features (and bypass their built-in safeguards against that kind of unintended extensibility) early in his career. '''ELECTRICAL ENGINEERING''' You can't design and build a gamma ray bomb, or any other piece of modern technology, without knowing how to power it. Banner had to learn eletrical and electronics engineering as part of his basic prerequisites in college. '''MECHANIC''' Bruce learned mechanicing while working on lab equipment for the Department of Defense, a skillset all the lab workers needed in order to keep costs down since they desperately needed their budget for materials and further study rather than parts and new equipment. He furthered his abilities once he went on the run, keeping an old pickup truck running until it finally conked out for good, then got better when he had to take work in the field to make ends meet. '''MEDICINE''' Banner studied biology, medicine, and biochemistry as well as physics and sciences in his bachelor's and master's programs, not really sure he wanted to follow in his father's footsteps. That decision wasn't actually made until a Defense recruiter read his master's thesis and convinced him to pursue the career track he ended up on, as a means of serving his country. '''PHYSICIST''' Bruce studied physics to a doctorate degree, and applied what he learned throughout a short but distinguished career working research projects for the U.S. Department of Defense.
|Resources='''IDENTITY AND ACCOUNTS''' The name Robert Bruce Banner isn't on his accounts. That would be suicidally stupid. Bruce Banner's bank and credit accounts are under the name of David Ferrigno, a fake identity he spent some time putting together during his time as a fugutive from the law. Unfortunately David died at birth shortly after his mother was in a car accident, and she died shortly after filling out the birth certificate. That doesn't change the fact that he's about the age Banner looks so David has a social security number and by all accounts is doing pretty well for himself as a private contractor. All the paperwork is in order showing that David Ferrigno was homeschooled, earned an online college degree, and pays his taxes. '''ODD JOBS''' Banner's odd jobs bring in a modest income, and light contracting and consulting he does for Stark Industries brings in a bit more.
|Weaknesses='''BETTY ROSS''' Neither Bruce Banner or the Hulk would ever hurt longtime girlfriend Betty Ross, who he'll probably always have feelings for. '''CHILDREN''' No matter how angry he gets, no matter how blinded by rage or surrounded by enemies, the Hulk could never bring himself to harm a child. While undoubtedly one of the most effective weapons to use against Hulk if you want to stop him from doing something this instant, or force him to do your bidding, using a child in this fashion is probably the surest way imaginable to make an enemy out of Banner for life. '''PUPPIES''' "Hulk love puppies. No smash." There has been a documented case where the Hulk, lost to blind rage, was brought to a sudden standstill and subsequent capture in the middle of a psychotic and destructive rage by a S.H.I.E.L.D. agent armed with a box of puppies.
}}
[[Category:Avengers]][[Category:Defenders]]

Hulk

2017-11-12T02:12:30Z

OldLiu:

{{CharacterNew
|NameOnMUSH=Bruce Banner
|Color=#333
|TextColor=#c1c1c1
|Char_id=338
|Img=#3$]: https://static0.srcdn.com/wp-content/uploads/Hulk-vs-Bruce-Banner-Mark-Ruffalo-by-Rob-Keyes.jpg
|FullName=Robert Bruce Banner
|Gender=Male
|Species=Metahuman
|Theme=Marvel
|Chartype=FC
|Active=Approved
|Occupation=Drifter
|Groups=[[Avengers]] [[Defenders]]
|Quote="Don't make me angry. You wouldn't like me when I'm angry."
|PAge=35
|AAge=35
|DOB=9 August 1990
|Height=175 cm
|Weight=68 kg
|Hair=Greying
|Eyes=Brown
|Actor=Mark Ruffalo
|Song="Until It Sleeps" - Metallica
|Profile=Bruce Banner migrates frequently to keep one step ahead of those who hunt him, keeping only key members of the Avengers and the Defenders up to date on his movements so he can be contacted or retrieved when the Hulk's services are required. He'll spend several months working jobs in menial labor or low-end mechanicing to make ends meet before signing on with organizations like the Peace Corps or Doctors Without Borders, moving between industries the way he moves between places and identities to keep anyone looking for him guessing.
|Description=A male human of about average height and build, in good physical condition. Dark brown hair makes his green eyes stand out even if the look on his face is generally somber, if not downright grim.
|History=Bruce Banner is the product of Brian, an abusive alcoholic father who, as an atomic physicist, expected his own exposure to mutagenic radiation would result in genetic defects in his offspring. Bruce's loving mother was murdered by his father while protecting the boy. Intimidated into living in silence with that monster, Banner's first big break came when his father drunkenly bragged about getting away with murder and got himself locked away in a mental institution. Psychologically traumatized, antisocial and withdrawn, Banner gained an intense and deeply rooted hatred for bullies and especially for his own sense of helplessness either for his own suffering or the suffering of others at their hands. While Bruce had a loving aunt to take him in who treated him like her own and kept him away from his institutionalized father and memories of the trauma he suffered there for the rest of his young life, his psychological issues still set him apart at school and even made him a more enticing target for bullies. In an act of outrage, a young Bruce Banner built a bomb and planted it in his school basement which, luckily for him, turned out to be a dud. Ironically Bruce earned a doctorate in nuclear physics just like dear old dad, and just as ironically it was that career path that proved his father right - and partially the fact that his father was right - about Bruce's genetic mutations that saved his life one day. Those mutations were only partially to blame or thank for Banner's survival. Having taken government work immediately out of post-graduate university, Banner was working on several projects for the U.S. Department of Defense. One of those was the development or re-development of Abraham Erskine's super-soldier serum and another was the development of the gamma bomb. Both projects were considered top secret and extremely dangerous, so much so that Banner's team on the serum was prohibited from testing on living organisms larger than single cells and then weren't allowed to test outside of tightly controlled and highly secured environments and even then were required to flash-fire the environment to ensure complete destruction of test samples after such a short span that any meaningful study of potential side effects or mutations was impossible. For that reason, Banner had deliberately begun experimenting on himself. His tests had been low-key at first, a few cells here and there in the lab's secured environment and only after hours, but toward the end he had begun administering larger and larger doses to himself by direct injection.* Now, and even then, he's honest enough with himself to admit that the act was deliberately suicidal. To his surprise the serum was a success - not the same level of success seen in the original product administered to Steve Rogers, but a significant success all the same. While this was going on and the serum was undergoing refinement and improvements, the gamma bomb project was nearing completion. On the day they were set to test the device he spotted a civilian - no more than in his mid-teens - wandering out on the test field. Bruce selflessly rushed out into the field even though the bomb was triggered and countdown to detonation had begun, and just managed to knock the teenager safely into a ditch and shield the boy's body with his own before the full force of that gamma radiation blast passed over Banner himself. The pain was unimaginable, indescribable, as intense heat that should have vaporized him and radiation that should have poisoned him boiled every cell in his body. It was only the genetic mutations, the nature and extent of which were and still are unknown, that he was born with as a result of his father's exposure to manner of atomic radiation, on top of the effects of that developing super-soldier vaccine he'd been injecting himself with for months, that kept Bruce Banner alive. The direct exposure to intense gamma radiation even left him apparrently unscathed apart from vaporizing the clothes off his body and leaving him in a pain-induced coma from which he awoke every few hours only to scream in agony. It was those same mutations, further affected by the serum, that interacted with the intense gamma radiation over the next few days to change him, resulting in the bizarre were-creature-like phenomenon where sundown physically and mentally transformed him into a brutish, manipulative, monstrous version of himself both physically and mentally, and at sunrise transformed him back into Bruce Banner. The mutations accelerated, and after just days Banner found himself overtaken by a childlike, nearly mindless and destructive monster when angered, and over time he found that could happen even at the hint of frustration. After several incidents and collateral damage, and the discovery that he had been injecting himself with the super-soldier vaccine, Banner was branded a criminal and a terrorist, and was forced to flee from his home while pursued by law enforcement, military, heroes, and villains alike. Through the years Bruce Banner has become a master fugitive, hiding in plain sight and working through the system without any identity but the name he chooses to give people or any documentation in dozens of first, second, and third world countries. The trick, he's found, is to keep moving without making too many connections and before people get to know him well enough to ask too many questions. Never good at, or very interested in, forging close friendships anyway, the lifestyle suits Banner well enough. He eventually got his legal status fixed, meaning he isn't pursued by the military or the police in the U.S. anymore, but his dual-identity was splashed all over the national and global news for so long that he's still a prime target for every supervillain and third world dictator - even a few vengeful heroes - the Hulk ever crossed. Banner's repressed hatred, anger, guilt, and sense of evil or selfishness are largely to blame for the range and unrpedictability of transformations he can and does undergo. Through psychotherapy, some he's voluntarily (and actively) sought out and some that he was abducted and was subjected to against his will, he's come to understand this and through that he's come to achieve a measure of control over some of his forms. The biggest problem is that, no matter how much therapy a man gets he can never fully escape or get over a childhood of physical and emotional abuse, or watching his loving and beloved mother murdered right in front of him, then being forced to live in silence with her murderer. At the very best it takes constant effort and neverending discipline for Banner to keep control over his savage aspect and he knows well that it will require eternal vigilance to keep control over his absolute worst aspects. What Banner has achieved, to date, is best described as an uneasy truce with himself. He is never really in control when he allows one of his Hulk psyches to emerge, but they do communicate with him, consulting his conscience and reason and allowing that to inform their decisions, at least to a point. A fully-enraged Hulk is just that and nothing more and that's all there is to it. The Hulk is both the reason the Avengers were founded and one of the founding members, having had his savage aspect's childlike mentality used against him by a manipulative Loki. The resulting menace was enough that his longtime friend Rick Jones, the same boy whose life he saved on the gamma bomb test range the day he was changed in the first place, put out a distress call that Loki redirected and other heroes intercepted which ultimately led to the unlikely grouping of the Avengers' founders. Among the Avengers, Bruce Banner has entrusted Tony Stark with a prototype of the radiation-emitting device that briefly enabled him to control his transformations and forced the Hulk forms to transform back to Bruce Banner. Banner's hope is that Stark can develop a version of the device that won't lose its effectiveness as he gains resistance to it, while keeping its existence a secret. To say that Hulk or Banner are members of the Defenders is mostly to say that, like the other Defenders, sometimes the Hulk just plain can't do things on his own. When those ugly situations rear their heads, the lone wolves rear theirs right back. Bruce Banner considers this grouping always a temporary and somewhat disasteful alliance.
|Personality=How many pieces could Bruce Banner's mind have shattered into as an abused child? How many ways were those pieces scattered before he was freed from the prison of terror that his father kept him in? What lurks undiscovered in the recesses of his mind? Personality - Bruce Banner Bruce Banner tries to maintain a stoic and passive personality, the kind that easily allows those with aggressive superiority complexes to look down on. While this sometimes makes them get him to a point where his other self shines through, Bruce tends to do things to keep himself at bay, like make use of stress-balls or meditation. Personality - Hulk The Hulk represents the inner child who was tortured and neglected in Brian Banner's house. He's the indestructible thing that Bruce always wished he could be when he was that age, that never could be until that fateful day on the testing range. The Hulk has the mind of a child maybe 7 to 10 years old, depending how angry he is, and almost everything makes him angrier. Anger, fear, and spikes of adrenaline in the blood spark the transformation from Bruce Banner into the Hulk. The more the Hulk destroys the angrier he gets, the angrier he gets the more he destroys, the more he destroys the more police and military units try to shoot him down and the more they hurt him the angrier he gets. The only things that have ever been able to bring the Hulk down are the people Bruce Banner loves, the ones he'd never dream of hurting, sheer exhaustion after a destructive rampage, and Bruce's technologies which unfortunately he almost always develops resistances against.
|Abilities='''GENIUS''' Bruce Banner possesses beyond a genius-level intelligence, not just 'for a human' but compared to many species who might consider the smartest humans to be dumb as insects. Whether he was born with this, it was an effect of the mutations caused by his father's exposure to radiation, it is a result of him testing the super-soldier treatments on himself, or all of the above may never be known. '''BRUCE - SELF-CONTROL''' Bruce has learned self control to the point that, unless he's under the influence of some form of mind control or drugs, he can choose voluntarily to release the Hulk. The trade-off is that the Hulk must communicate with him, consulting before engaging in battles and especially before taking actions that may result in collateral damage, so that Banner's conscience and reason can influence the actions taken by the Hulk. Unfortunately, this self-control fails if his transformation is involuntary. '''HULK - SUPERHUMAN''' Once transformation has begun, it takes only seconds to complete and the abilities of the Hulk are active immediately. Once transformed into the Hulk: * Invulnerability: The Hulk is invulnerable to bullets and explosives, from small to large arms, tanks, aircraft, armor-piercing, lasers, plasma-beams, you name it. This doesn't seem to be a function of density or thick, tough hide, sheer muscle mass or some kind of magic, but a combination of all of the above. The Hulk can fall for several miles, suffering no ill effects. The Hulk has withstood attacks by adamantium blades, survived atomic pile detonation, re-entry from outer space, the Hulk has been known to survive cold as low as -250 degrees F although he was put in stasis until he thawed, even survived ground-zero at nuclear detonation. Pain can stun and slow the Hulk down, but once a sustained attack causing the Hulk pain ends there will be a severely pissed off Hulk to deal with. * Strength: In a voluntarily-transformed state, the Hulk is said to be able to bench-press up to 70 tons. In a fully enraged state, the Hulk's strength is incalculable - able to bench press over 100 tons. While these indexes might be interesting scholastically, say to S.H.I.E.L.D. researchers, the reality is that even a not-totally-enraged Hulk can and has ripped entire islands off the ocean floor and swum with them on his back, shattered adamantium alloy armor with a single punch, double-fist punched through a bunker designed to withstand explosions several thousand megatons in force, etc. * Speed: The Hulk can travel at over 200mph running, and well over the speed of sound leaping. Hulk forms have been known to overtake lightning fast trains, fighter jets and ICBMs, when the jets and ICBMs had a head start. The Hulk has leapt nearly into orbit and on at least one occasion was mistaken for a missile by ground radar. * Stamina: If somehow he manages to sustain the transformation that long, the Hulk can go weeks without food, water, or rest, even at peak exertion.* Healing: The Hulk's healing factor is nearly instantaneous and can bring the creature back from edge of death or even what should have been deadly injuries. The Hulk has been known to regenerate lost limbs, a critically severed brainstem, even come back from disembowelment. In some cases Bruce Banner has been injured to near or what looked like past death, but transformation into the Hulk form has successfully healed him. The Hulk is immune to disease and viruses, though some powerful toxins have been known to weaken him. * Willpower: The Hulk is either immune to mind control or simply doesn't have a mind to be controlled (cue laugh track). A number of villains and even heroes with mind-affecting powers ranging from the psychic to powerful illusions have found that even though they can completely subjugate Bruce Banner, if or when he transforms into the Hulk they are instantly and completely powerless against the creature. * Environment Adaptation: The Hulk seems to have the ability to survive in environments no others cannot, such as the ocean floor, the vaccuum of space, or in molten lava while holding his breath. He also is able to breathe in most extra-terrestial environments. * Anger Empowerment: The angrier he gets, the more amplified all of the Hulk's powers become. '''HULK - UNARMED COMBAT''' The Hulk forms has an instinctive comfort with his own body and an innate talent for unarmed combat. He punches, kicks, leaps, and dodges as naturally as any wild animal. While the Hulk doesn't exactly block attacks, he does have a tendency to catch them in one or even both hands, before trying to break the opposing limb or throw his enemy by it.
|Skills='''COMPUTER HACKING''' The first step in any kind of engineering project is modelling, and in the modern day that means 3D modelling and CAD. Banner had to learn those programs, which are intended for architects instead of scientific researchers, and how to extend their features (and bypass their built-in safeguards against that kind of unintended extensibility) early in his career. '''ELECTRICAL ENGINEERING''' You can't design and build a gamma ray bomb, or any other piece of modern technology, without knowing how to power it. Banner had to learn eletrical and electronics engineering as part of his basic prerequisites in college. '''MECHANIC''' Bruce learned mechanicing while working on lab equipment for the Department of Defense, a skillset all the lab workers needed in order to keep costs down since they desperately needed their budget for materials and further study rather than parts and new equipment. He furthered his abilities once he went on the run, keeping an old pickup truck running until it finally conked out for good, then got better when he had to take work in the field to make ends meet. '''MEDICINE''' Banner studied biology, medicine, and biochemistry as well as physics and sciences in his bachelor's and master's programs, not really sure he wanted to follow in his father's footsteps. That decision wasn't actually made until a Defense recruiter read his master's thesis and convinced him to pursue the career track he ended up on, as a means of serving his country. '''PHYSICIST''' Bruce studied physics to a doctorate degree, and applied what he learned throughout a short but distinguished career working research projects for the U.S. Department of Defense.
|Resources='''IDENTITY AND ACCOUNTS''' The name Robert Bruce Banner isn't on his accounts. That would be suicidally stupid. Bruce Banner's bank and credit accounts are under the name of David Ferrigno, a fake identity he spent some time putting together during his time as a fugutive from the law. Unfortunately David died at birth shortly after his mother was in a car accident, and she died shortly after filling out the birth certificate. That doesn't change the fact that he's about the age Banner looks so David has a social security number and by all accounts is doing pretty well for himself as a private contractor. All the paperwork is in order showing that David Ferrigno was homeschooled, earned an online college degree, and pays his taxes. '''ODD JOBS''' Banner's odd jobs bring in a modest income, and light contracting and consulting he does for Stark Industries brings in a bit more.
|Weaknesses='''BETTY ROSS''' Neither Bruce Banner or the Hulk would ever hurt longtime girlfriend Betty Ross, who he'll probably always have feelings for. '''CHILDREN''' No matter how angry he gets, no matter how blinded by rage or surrounded by enemies, the Hulk could never bring himself to harm a child. While undoubtedly one of the most effective weapons to use against Hulk if you want to stop him from doing something this instant, or force him to do your bidding, using a child in this fashion is probably the surest way imaginable to make an enemy out of Banner for life. '''PUPPIES''' "Hulk love puppies. No smash." There has been a documented case where the Hulk, lost to blind rage, was brought to a sudden standstill and subsequent capture in the middle of a psychotic and destructive rage by a S.H.I.E.L.D. agent armed with a box of puppies.
}}
[[Category:Avengers]][[Category:Defenders]]

Hulk

2017-11-12T02:11:40Z

OldLiu:

{{CharacterNew
|NameOnMUSH=Bruce Banner
|Color=#333
|TextColor=#c1c1c1
|Char_id=338
|Img=https://vignette2.wikia.nocookie.net/hulk/images/e/e2/Incredible_hulk.jpg/revision/latest?cb=20080502021004
|FullName=Robert Bruce Banner
|Gender=Male
|Species=Metahuman
|Theme=Marvel
|Chartype=FC
|Active=Approved
|Occupation=Drifter
|Groups=[[Avengers]] [[Defenders]]
|Quote="Don't make me angry. You wouldn't like me when I'm angry."
|PAge=35
|AAge=35
|DOB=9 August 1990
|Height=175 cm
|Weight=68 kg
|Hair=Greying
|Eyes=Brown
|Actor=Mark Ruffalo
|Song="Until It Sleeps" - Metallica
|Profile=Bruce Banner migrates frequently to keep one step ahead of those who hunt him, keeping only key members of the Avengers and the Defenders up to date on his movements so he can be contacted or retrieved when the Hulk's services are required. He'll spend several months working jobs in menial labor or low-end mechanicing to make ends meet before signing on with organizations like the Peace Corps or Doctors Without Borders, moving between industries the way he moves between places and identities to keep anyone looking for him guessing.
|Description=A male human of about average height and build, in good physical condition. Dark brown hair makes his green eyes stand out even if the look on his face is generally somber, if not downright grim.
|History=Bruce Banner is the product of Brian, an abusive alcoholic father who, as an atomic physicist, expected his own exposure to mutagenic radiation would result in genetic defects in his offspring. Bruce's loving mother was murdered by his father while protecting the boy. Intimidated into living in silence with that monster, Banner's first big break came when his father drunkenly bragged about getting away with murder and got himself locked away in a mental institution. Psychologically traumatized, antisocial and withdrawn, Banner gained an intense and deeply rooted hatred for bullies and especially for his own sense of helplessness either for his own suffering or the suffering of others at their hands. While Bruce had a loving aunt to take him in who treated him like her own and kept him away from his institutionalized father and memories of the trauma he suffered there for the rest of his young life, his psychological issues still set him apart at school and even made him a more enticing target for bullies. In an act of outrage, a young Bruce Banner built a bomb and planted it in his school basement which, luckily for him, turned out to be a dud. Ironically Bruce earned a doctorate in nuclear physics just like dear old dad, and just as ironically it was that career path that proved his father right - and partially the fact that his father was right - about Bruce's genetic mutations that saved his life one day. Those mutations were only partially to blame or thank for Banner's survival. Having taken government work immediately out of post-graduate university, Banner was working on several projects for the U.S. Department of Defense. One of those was the development or re-development of Abraham Erskine's super-soldier serum and another was the development of the gamma bomb. Both projects were considered top secret and extremely dangerous, so much so that Banner's team on the serum was prohibited from testing on living organisms larger than single cells and then weren't allowed to test outside of tightly controlled and highly secured environments and even then were required to flash-fire the environment to ensure complete destruction of test samples after such a short span that any meaningful study of potential side effects or mutations was impossible. For that reason, Banner had deliberately begun experimenting on himself. His tests had been low-key at first, a few cells here and there in the lab's secured environment and only after hours, but toward the end he had begun administering larger and larger doses to himself by direct injection.* Now, and even then, he's honest enough with himself to admit that the act was deliberately suicidal. To his surprise the serum was a success - not the same level of success seen in the original product administered to Steve Rogers, but a significant success all the same. While this was going on and the serum was undergoing refinement and improvements, the gamma bomb project was nearing completion. On the day they were set to test the device he spotted a civilian - no more than in his mid-teens - wandering out on the test field. Bruce selflessly rushed out into the field even though the bomb was triggered and countdown to detonation had begun, and just managed to knock the teenager safely into a ditch and shield the boy's body with his own before the full force of that gamma radiation blast passed over Banner himself. The pain was unimaginable, indescribable, as intense heat that should have vaporized him and radiation that should have poisoned him boiled every cell in his body. It was only the genetic mutations, the nature and extent of which were and still are unknown, that he was born with as a result of his father's exposure to manner of atomic radiation, on top of the effects of that developing super-soldier vaccine he'd been injecting himself with for months, that kept Bruce Banner alive. The direct exposure to intense gamma radiation even left him apparrently unscathed apart from vaporizing the clothes off his body and leaving him in a pain-induced coma from which he awoke every few hours only to scream in agony. It was those same mutations, further affected by the serum, that interacted with the intense gamma radiation over the next few days to change him, resulting in the bizarre were-creature-like phenomenon where sundown physically and mentally transformed him into a brutish, manipulative, monstrous version of himself both physically and mentally, and at sunrise transformed him back into Bruce Banner. The mutations accelerated, and after just days Banner found himself overtaken by a childlike, nearly mindless and destructive monster when angered, and over time he found that could happen even at the hint of frustration. After several incidents and collateral damage, and the discovery that he had been injecting himself with the super-soldier vaccine, Banner was branded a criminal and a terrorist, and was forced to flee from his home while pursued by law enforcement, military, heroes, and villains alike. Through the years Bruce Banner has become a master fugitive, hiding in plain sight and working through the system without any identity but the name he chooses to give people or any documentation in dozens of first, second, and third world countries. The trick, he's found, is to keep moving without making too many connections and before people get to know him well enough to ask too many questions. Never good at, or very interested in, forging close friendships anyway, the lifestyle suits Banner well enough. He eventually got his legal status fixed, meaning he isn't pursued by the military or the police in the U.S. anymore, but his dual-identity was splashed all over the national and global news for so long that he's still a prime target for every supervillain and third world dictator - even a few vengeful heroes - the Hulk ever crossed. Banner's repressed hatred, anger, guilt, and sense of evil or selfishness are largely to blame for the range and unrpedictability of transformations he can and does undergo. Through psychotherapy, some he's voluntarily (and actively) sought out and some that he was abducted and was subjected to against his will, he's come to understand this and through that he's come to achieve a measure of control over some of his forms. The biggest problem is that, no matter how much therapy a man gets he can never fully escape or get over a childhood of physical and emotional abuse, or watching his loving and beloved mother murdered right in front of him, then being forced to live in silence with her murderer. At the very best it takes constant effort and neverending discipline for Banner to keep control over his savage aspect and he knows well that it will require eternal vigilance to keep control over his absolute worst aspects. What Banner has achieved, to date, is best described as an uneasy truce with himself. He is never really in control when he allows one of his Hulk psyches to emerge, but they do communicate with him, consulting his conscience and reason and allowing that to inform their decisions, at least to a point. A fully-enraged Hulk is just that and nothing more and that's all there is to it. The Hulk is both the reason the Avengers were founded and one of the founding members, having had his savage aspect's childlike mentality used against him by a manipulative Loki. The resulting menace was enough that his longtime friend Rick Jones, the same boy whose life he saved on the gamma bomb test range the day he was changed in the first place, put out a distress call that Loki redirected and other heroes intercepted which ultimately led to the unlikely grouping of the Avengers' founders. Among the Avengers, Bruce Banner has entrusted Tony Stark with a prototype of the radiation-emitting device that briefly enabled him to control his transformations and forced the Hulk forms to transform back to Bruce Banner. Banner's hope is that Stark can develop a version of the device that won't lose its effectiveness as he gains resistance to it, while keeping its existence a secret. To say that Hulk or Banner are members of the Defenders is mostly to say that, like the other Defenders, sometimes the Hulk just plain can't do things on his own. When those ugly situations rear their heads, the lone wolves rear theirs right back. Bruce Banner considers this grouping always a temporary and somewhat disasteful alliance.
|Personality=How many pieces could Bruce Banner's mind have shattered into as an abused child? How many ways were those pieces scattered before he was freed from the prison of terror that his father kept him in? What lurks undiscovered in the recesses of his mind? Personality - Bruce Banner Bruce Banner tries to maintain a stoic and passive personality, the kind that easily allows those with aggressive superiority complexes to look down on. While this sometimes makes them get him to a point where his other self shines through, Bruce tends to do things to keep himself at bay, like make use of stress-balls or meditation. Personality - Hulk The Hulk represents the inner child who was tortured and neglected in Brian Banner's house. He's the indestructible thing that Bruce always wished he could be when he was that age, that never could be until that fateful day on the testing range. The Hulk has the mind of a child maybe 7 to 10 years old, depending how angry he is, and almost everything makes him angrier. Anger, fear, and spikes of adrenaline in the blood spark the transformation from Bruce Banner into the Hulk. The more the Hulk destroys the angrier he gets, the angrier he gets the more he destroys, the more he destroys the more police and military units try to shoot him down and the more they hurt him the angrier he gets. The only things that have ever been able to bring the Hulk down are the people Bruce Banner loves, the ones he'd never dream of hurting, sheer exhaustion after a destructive rampage, and Bruce's technologies which unfortunately he almost always develops resistances against.
|Abilities='''GENIUS''' Bruce Banner possesses beyond a genius-level intelligence, not just 'for a human' but compared to many species who might consider the smartest humans to be dumb as insects. Whether he was born with this, it was an effect of the mutations caused by his father's exposure to radiation, it is a result of him testing the super-soldier treatments on himself, or all of the above may never be known. '''BRUCE - SELF-CONTROL''' Bruce has learned self control to the point that, unless he's under the influence of some form of mind control or drugs, he can choose voluntarily to release the Hulk. The trade-off is that the Hulk must communicate with him, consulting before engaging in battles and especially before taking actions that may result in collateral damage, so that Banner's conscience and reason can influence the actions taken by the Hulk. Unfortunately, this self-control fails if his transformation is involuntary. '''HULK - SUPERHUMAN''' Once transformation has begun, it takes only seconds to complete and the abilities of the Hulk are active immediately. Once transformed into the Hulk: * Invulnerability: The Hulk is invulnerable to bullets and explosives, from small to large arms, tanks, aircraft, armor-piercing, lasers, plasma-beams, you name it. This doesn't seem to be a function of density or thick, tough hide, sheer muscle mass or some kind of magic, but a combination of all of the above. The Hulk can fall for several miles, suffering no ill effects. The Hulk has withstood attacks by adamantium blades, survived atomic pile detonation, re-entry from outer space, the Hulk has been known to survive cold as low as -250 degrees F although he was put in stasis until he thawed, even survived ground-zero at nuclear detonation. Pain can stun and slow the Hulk down, but once a sustained attack causing the Hulk pain ends there will be a severely pissed off Hulk to deal with. * Strength: In a voluntarily-transformed state, the Hulk is said to be able to bench-press up to 70 tons. In a fully enraged state, the Hulk's strength is incalculable - able to bench press over 100 tons. While these indexes might be interesting scholastically, say to S.H.I.E.L.D. researchers, the reality is that even a not-totally-enraged Hulk can and has ripped entire islands off the ocean floor and swum with them on his back, shattered adamantium alloy armor with a single punch, double-fist punched through a bunker designed to withstand explosions several thousand megatons in force, etc. * Speed: The Hulk can travel at over 200mph running, and well over the speed of sound leaping. Hulk forms have been known to overtake lightning fast trains, fighter jets and ICBMs, when the jets and ICBMs had a head start. The Hulk has leapt nearly into orbit and on at least one occasion was mistaken for a missile by ground radar. * Stamina: If somehow he manages to sustain the transformation that long, the Hulk can go weeks without food, water, or rest, even at peak exertion.* Healing: The Hulk's healing factor is nearly instantaneous and can bring the creature back from edge of death or even what should have been deadly injuries. The Hulk has been known to regenerate lost limbs, a critically severed brainstem, even come back from disembowelment. In some cases Bruce Banner has been injured to near or what looked like past death, but transformation into the Hulk form has successfully healed him. The Hulk is immune to disease and viruses, though some powerful toxins have been known to weaken him. * Willpower: The Hulk is either immune to mind control or simply doesn't have a mind to be controlled (cue laugh track). A number of villains and even heroes with mind-affecting powers ranging from the psychic to powerful illusions have found that even though they can completely subjugate Bruce Banner, if or when he transforms into the Hulk they are instantly and completely powerless against the creature. * Environment Adaptation: The Hulk seems to have the ability to survive in environments no others cannot, such as the ocean floor, the vaccuum of space, or in molten lava while holding his breath. He also is able to breathe in most extra-terrestial environments. * Anger Empowerment: The angrier he gets, the more amplified all of the Hulk's powers become. '''HULK - UNARMED COMBAT''' The Hulk forms has an instinctive comfort with his own body and an innate talent for unarmed combat. He punches, kicks, leaps, and dodges as naturally as any wild animal. While the Hulk doesn't exactly block attacks, he does have a tendency to catch them in one or even both hands, before trying to break the opposing limb or throw his enemy by it.
|Skills='''COMPUTER HACKING''' The first step in any kind of engineering project is modelling, and in the modern day that means 3D modelling and CAD. Banner had to learn those programs, which are intended for architects instead of scientific researchers, and how to extend their features (and bypass their built-in safeguards against that kind of unintended extensibility) early in his career. '''ELECTRICAL ENGINEERING''' You can't design and build a gamma ray bomb, or any other piece of modern technology, without knowing how to power it. Banner had to learn eletrical and electronics engineering as part of his basic prerequisites in college. '''MECHANIC''' Bruce learned mechanicing while working on lab equipment for the Department of Defense, a skillset all the lab workers needed in order to keep costs down since they desperately needed their budget for materials and further study rather than parts and new equipment. He furthered his abilities once he went on the run, keeping an old pickup truck running until it finally conked out for good, then got better when he had to take work in the field to make ends meet. '''MEDICINE''' Banner studied biology, medicine, and biochemistry as well as physics and sciences in his bachelor's and master's programs, not really sure he wanted to follow in his father's footsteps. That decision wasn't actually made until a Defense recruiter read his master's thesis and convinced him to pursue the career track he ended up on, as a means of serving his country. '''PHYSICIST''' Bruce studied physics to a doctorate degree, and applied what he learned throughout a short but distinguished career working research projects for the U.S. Department of Defense.
|Resources='''IDENTITY AND ACCOUNTS''' The name Robert Bruce Banner isn't on his accounts. That would be suicidally stupid. Bruce Banner's bank and credit accounts are under the name of David Ferrigno, a fake identity he spent some time putting together during his time as a fugutive from the law. Unfortunately David died at birth shortly after his mother was in a car accident, and she died shortly after filling out the birth certificate. That doesn't change the fact that he's about the age Banner looks so David has a social security number and by all accounts is doing pretty well for himself as a private contractor. All the paperwork is in order showing that David Ferrigno was homeschooled, earned an online college degree, and pays his taxes. '''ODD JOBS''' Banner's odd jobs bring in a modest income, and light contracting and consulting he does for Stark Industries brings in a bit more.
|Weaknesses='''BETTY ROSS''' Neither Bruce Banner or the Hulk would ever hurt longtime girlfriend Betty Ross, who he'll probably always have feelings for. '''CHILDREN''' No matter how angry he gets, no matter how blinded by rage or surrounded by enemies, the Hulk could never bring himself to harm a child. While undoubtedly one of the most effective weapons to use against Hulk if you want to stop him from doing something this instant, or force him to do your bidding, using a child in this fashion is probably the surest way imaginable to make an enemy out of Banner for life. '''PUPPIES''' "Hulk love puppies. No smash." There has been a documented case where the Hulk, lost to blind rage, was brought to a sudden standstill and subsequent capture in the middle of a psychotic and destructive rage by a S.H.I.E.L.D. agent armed with a box of puppies.
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Hulk

2017-11-12T01:54:52Z

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Feral

2017-11-12T01:47:28Z

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{{CharacterNew
|NameOnMUSH=Vanya
|Color=#333
|TextColor=#c1c1c1
|Char_id=201
|FullName=Vanya
|Gender=Female
|Species=Metahuman
|Theme=Original
|Chartype=OC
|Active=Active
|Occupation=Prize Fighter
|Quote="Come on, at least try to get my blood going."
|AAge=82
|DOB=11 November 1943
|Height=172 cm
|Weight=163 kg
|Hair=Brown
|Eyes=Brown
|Profile=Violent, hungry, primitive, and selfish, Vanya could at best be called an unfettered wanderer out to master her own body, or at worst a self-centered thug enslaved to the basest instincts of feeding and conquering - a wild animal in human skin. Only truly alive tasting her own blood in the shadow of a beast larger than herself, she lives for adrenaline and the clash of sinew and bone, but Vanya has gained her share of vices that blunt her feral passions and the siblings of boredom and disinterest keep her claws sheathed out of sight... most of the time. Stories that pass in underground fighting circuits and backwood communities in her wake hint at the messy results of drawing them out.
|Description=Discarding the garbs of civility, Vanya's pure, animal form is on display. Her tightly-bound hair is now a loose and wild brown mane that falls around her shoulders, sunglasses have been thrown off her sharp brown eyes, and under the suave and conservative jacket and slacks there's nothing left but tattered red pants and an over-sized gray tank-top hanging loosely from her shoulders. Stretching the full span of her face, her large black runic tattoo looks ever-so-slightly closer to dark-red when the light strikes it and smells faintly of fire and blood. The young woman's body is primed and coursing with the oldest of human energy - thick muscles rippling and flexing across her bare arms, naked toes squeezing the ground, and her baggy top flutters and twists at every movement of her dense torso. The half-together rags of her pants expose peeks of fair skin the whole way down until they're roused into movement by the body underneath. When she does move, it's slow and effortless grace - or it's an animalistic blur. This is humanity at a primal apex.
|History=Vanya's past is a broken tapestry of faded dreams and another time. Born in the Soviet Union in the midst of the Great Patriotic War, her formative years were ones of austerity, upheaval, the brutal repression of Stalinism, and the black market faux-capitalism of Khruschev. Vanya's early life was ugly, overcrowded, but also all she'd ever knew, and so against the backdrop of long breadlines and grim winters, she found a measure of happiness and community. One happiness, exploring the vast wilderness beyond her family's Arctic home, would spoil that. On October 30th, 1961, the largest man-made explosion in history occurred four kilometers above a Siberian island - and Vanya was within the blast radius. Partially shielded by friend who'd snuck out with her, fire and radiation ravaged her body, leaving her badly injured and deteriorating at a genetic level. Vanya's friend was less fortunate and died from the blast. With frigid arctic waters separating her from civilization and nothing left alive for miles, Vanya did what she had to to survive until Soviet military discovered her while inspecting the blast results. The helicopter and truck rides that lead her back towards the nearest military base would be her last coherent memories for fifty years. Stunned speechless, inconsolable, and alienated by the changes taking over her own body, Vanya escaped and fled into the Siberian wilderness, with only instincts left to steer her. In that time she lived as an animal; hunting, feeding, killing, and aggregating each new prey into herself. The closest she came to human interaction was stealing crops or food, and for the rest of the 20th century, Vanya was a bogey-man that ranged across Asia and Europe - a werebear, a sasquatch, a devilfish... The spell finally broke near the warm coastal waters of Spain in the modern era with cell phones, hybrid cars, internet... and no more Soviet Union. No longer herself or even fully human, it was sensory overload for Vanya, but half a century of wild living had primed her body if not her mind and the relic of older times adapted. Using her abilities and new physique, Vanya's chosen to continue living only a slightly more civilized mode than her instincts had dictated. Working odd jobs, fighting, and hunting for income, money passes quickly through her hands and into food, pleasures, and martial lessons. Some might still call it a base existence but in Vanya's view, why fight her instincts?
|Personality=Violent, impulsive, egotistical, and pleasure-seeking, Vanya has wasted little time in absorbing modern vices in this bountiful age of plenty. With no plan for the future and a marrow-deep understanding of what she truly needs to survive, money passes through her hands like water through a sieve and the primal old woman is quicker to run to a bar than others would be to run to a bank. Thanks to her inhuman physique and in part her long period of feral amnesia, the sheer scale of Vanya's life is a weight that's mostly kept from her shoulders, if only by keeping herself living in the moment. The roots of old-world, Stalinist life still poke through the pavement of her psyche from time to time, but before anything else, Vanya lives for and from her body; training it, refining it, testing it, indulging it, and yes showing off, it's become her one anchor to the world she used to have in the crazy westernized world she's now in. While she can be trusted to honesty and forthrightness, and blunt to a fault, Vanya views most of the world through a predator's lenses; the strong are to be challenged or avoided and the weak are stepping stones for her desires. This makes her paradoxically safe to those deemed beneath her notice, and to the rest... this apex predator likes having her ego well-stroked.
|Abilities='''AMALGAMATE''' Vanya can copy the features of an animal by eating their DNA. A few bites of meat, blood samples, or hair are enough for her body to unravel and memorize a genome, and any time afterwards she can reconstitute it as part of her body, granting her qualities like a tiger's claws, carapace armor, or the eyes of a hawk. Vanya can only morph as much flesh as she's gathered from the target animal; to form a three pound turtle shell, she'll need to eat three pounds of turtles. '''BORROWED FORM''' Vanya has eaten a single human and assumed its form permanently. '''CHIMERIC PHYSIOLOGY''' Vanya's body has sequestered pounds upon pounds of animal biomass into her bones, muscles, and organs, forcing them to adapt a hybridization of human and animal traits to function under the increased pressure. This adaptation has made her stronger, tougher, and faster at the cost of weight and a tremendous appetite (Voracious Vegetarian). In effect, some of her body is a permanent amalgam. '''CHIMERIC REGENERATION''' Vanya can use her stored animal mass to quickly replace injured tissue, allowing her to regenerate rapidly by sacrificing the cells used by her Amalgamate. '''DELAYED SENESCENCE''' Vanya's unique physiology, blended from animals with wildly different aging rates, has adopted the greatest common denominator. By human standards senescence sets in very slowly for her, keeping her body young and vital well beyond her years.
|Skills='''ACROBATICS''' For fun, fitness, and function, Vanya has practiced free-running and acrobatics - skills she enjoys showing off. '''ANIMAL EMPATHY''' Familiarity has taught Vanya how to read body languages and moods across the animal kingdom - mostly those of predators. '''MARTIAL ARTIST''' From years of picking fights, finding teachers, and even fighting wild animals barehanded, Vanya has syncretized a fighting style that favors her sharp reflexes and unnatural physique. What she lacks in disciplined experience, she makes up with pure physicality. '''MULTILINGUAL''' Vanya fluently speaks Russian and English. '''WILDERNESS SURVIVAL''' Vanya knows what a human would need to survive in frozen tundras, dense forests, open plains, and even out at sea. Combined with her ability to adapt traits of the local wildlife, she can be trusted to get along in most biomes.
|Resources='''GENETIC VAULT''' Vanya's one true possession of value is the accumulated corpus of genetic material from peak predators and unique creatures that resides inside her body. '''NONE''' Money in Vanya's hands is short-lived and her earthly possessions could fit in a day-bag. Some dogs have more resources than her.
|Weaknesses='''FERAL PERIOD''' From immediately after her chimeric abilities emerged in 1961 (Amalgamate) until over fifty years later, Vanya existed in a feral, animalistic state living on pure instincts. She has no clear memories of this period. She does however have old bounties on her head from this time - most fortunately describing her as an abominable creature. '''FORCED TRANSFORMATION''' Whenever Vanya consumes a new animal (Amalgamate) her body involuntarily expresses its traits. Since no two animals are ever quite the same genetically, this has made her an obligate vegetarian in human company and while the transformation isn't physically painful, even alone she finds the process extremely annoying. '''ILLEGAL IMMIGRANT''' Vanya carries no identification and her Soviet citizenship is over half a century old and difficult to prove. '''SIMPLE-MINDED''' While not unintelligent, Vanya enjoys a simple and unfettered existence. She eats when she's hungry, sleeps when she's tired, picks fights when she's playful, and generally indulges her senses and fancy with little concern for who or what is around her. This can sometimes make her difficult to deal with and easy to predict. '''VORACIOUS VEGETARIAN''' Vanya's inhuman physiology is enormously calorie-hungry, needing a diet on par with professional athletes or mountaineers to sustain itself, and even more when recovering from heavy exercise or injuries. Getting all those proteins and calories purely from plant sources (Forced Transformation) is an even greater challenge.
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Tygra

2017-11-12T01:36:53Z

OldLiu:

{{CharacterNew
|NameOnMUSH=Tygra
|Color=#333
|TextColor=#c1c1c1
|Char_id=272
|Img=https://i.imgur.com/fbtntHk.jpg
|FullName=Tygra
|Gender=Male
|Species=Thunderian (Tiger Clan)
|Theme=Other
|Chartype=FC
|Active=Dropped
|Occupation=Adventurer
|Groups=[[Thundercats]]
|Quote="Rules are only meaningful if people agree to follow them. Otherwise they're just words."
|PAge=28
|AAge=28
|DOB=4 September 1997
|Height=188 cm
|Weight=94 kg
|Hair=Red-Orange, Black, White
|Eyes=Golden-Yellow
|Profile=Second Crown Prince of Thundera. Scion of the Tiger Clan. Son of Javan and Claudus. A Thundercat. Warrior, scholar and scout, Tygra was not always the calm and friendly intellectual he is cultivating now, once upon a time he was a wildchild, a brash young warrior out to prove he was meant to be a ruler. Those times are gone. Now he is far from home, far from his people and ready to strike out again into the unknown and find his sense of self and purpose once again.
|Description=Tygra is a human looking man with colorations and markings of a Tiger, tall and broad shouldered with ropey corded muscles. Yellow-golden cat eyes and the claws on feet and hands of a predator. His tastes in clothing have changed and are set to more readily accomodate survival, a green suit of body armor, his extending bulllwhip and a laser pistol. His boots and gloves peel back over limbs just enough for easy release of his sharpened nails and toes. By most standards he is an attractive man that is quick to smile as long as you are not an enemy or a threat to innocents or those he cares about (or cats, don't hurt cats). More human in appearance than many anthro-types Tygra does not possess a tail. This may inspire a sort of envy but that has yet to be seen.
|History=Tygra's life began on the diverse and alien world of Thundera. A planet far away from Earth, outside of the Milky Way Galaxy. His was a beginning that is riddled with tragedy. His biological father Javan of the Tiger Clan was given the option to save his people from disease by the Ancient Spirits of Evil in exchange for the price of his infant child's life. Javan chose his son. Sent away by Javan Tygra to the capital city of unified tribes, the Cat's Lair. Tygra arrived in the courtyard of Lord of Thundercats Claudus and his beloved wife. The royal couple looked at this as a good omen and took the boy in, declaring him their adopted child and the heir to the throne of all their world. For a time Tygra had everything he could ever want. He had a mother he loved dearly, a father he respected and a people. He one day would also be King and leader of the Thunderian people. Then it all changed, when Lion-O was born and Tygra soon realized he lost everything, his mother, his right to the throne. Naturally he grew bitter, envious, angry and jealous. He despised Lion-O. Despite this he still formed a familial and brothers-bond with Lion-O and no longer future King Tygra was still a strong-willed thrill loving and courageous princeling. He displayed great talents in all military affairs, a keen intellect and a physical prowess that was to be admired. Time would pass, Thundera in an epic battle waged between the dreaded Ratilla and sagely Jaga would be destroyed when the Sword of Plun-Darr was engulfed by a volcano. It's escape from this volcano would bring suffering to the entire world. It would cause it to be was destroyed. The Thunderians were forced to flee their homeworld. The Thunderians sought out a new home to call their own, a New Thundera. New Thundara s they began calling it. This planet was inhabited by many strange and new creatures, the Berbils, mystical unicorns, bizarre to wonderful aliens and some of the greatest enemies the Thunderians would ever face. Not long into colonization a new war for the survival of the Thunderians began, the remaining Thundercats as they would call themselves are forced to flee once more. Fleeing to space they are chased to the edges of their galaxy only to become lost in the abyss of beyond. With no choice but to place themselves in stasis the Thundercats become a silent and derelict ship, lost floating through the cosmos. Recently Tygra has awoken on a new world, alone, unaware of where his family, friends and loved ones may be. His pod crashed upon the Earth of 2025. No ability to reach his kin, perhaps the very last of the proud and mighty Thundercats.
|Personality=Tygra started out shy and uncomfortable with himself. As time changed he matured in to a confident, cocky and at times even arrogant young man, sure of himself and often reckless. As time has passed and he has matured Tygra has become thoughtful, calm, analytical and intelligent, he still often has an ego and can be rather impulsive but this is usually only in the battlefield or when someone he cares about or an innocent is in danger. At this point in his life he likes to portray himself as a confident, smooth and level-headed warrior-scholar who embodies integrity and right mind, spirit and heart.
|Abilities='''ILLUSIONIST''' Mentalism, focused willpower, Tiger Spirit and martial arts techniques have gifted Tygra with the power to cast illusions and even turn invisible. These illusory tricks are often limited in their execution. He can create such things as after-images, duplicates of himself or others, and realistic looking manifestations of persons or objects. These illusions do not last long and tend to take a lot out of Tygra, especially if they are complex or exceptionally long lasting. The most potent of his illusions is the ability to convince people he is not there, a form of invisibility. A trick of the optics and mind. With the usage of his bolo-whip as a foci it works much better having actually become his ritual for activation. '''THUNDERIAN PHYSIOLOGY''' As a Thunderian Tygra is tier beyond a peak human. He possesses hard sharp claws and teeth, felinistic eyes capable of low-light vision, senses of hearing and smell on par with an Earth cat, the strength of a Tiger of appropriate size and the uncanny balance, coordination and fortitude afforded a wild animal.
|Skills='''MARKSMAN''' Over time Tygra has grown familiar with advanced technology to the point he is a crack shot. A sniper with a knack for hitting his target whether it is fired projectiles or thrown. '''MARTIAL ARTIST''' Tygra is very trained and experienced in the arts of war. He is a tactical fighter who was mentored by King Claudus' finest men. He can readily handle himself in almost any environment and compete against other champions. He is an expert in many weapons archaic and exotic but a true master of the whip. '''SCHOLAR''' Earlier in his youth this is a title beyond the battlefield Tygra would not have possessed but as he has aged he has calmed, his focus has drawn inwards and he has focused his scholastic and academic pursuits, his studies while on New Thundera have assisted him in becoming a rather competent scientific researcher, a budding architect and a novice gadgeteer. He enjoys designing bases, fortifications and loves modifying his toys. If there is new technology to be found it is likely he will tinker with it. '''TECH-ADEPT''' Tygra possesses a quick and analytical mind, this supposedly coupled with his genetics grants him a natural aptitude with technology, he has a thing for gadgets, quickly figures out vehicles and is drawn to foreign technology. It isn't as though he has any real knowledge about what he is doing with it, it is simply that he intuitively learns how to operate it. By no means does this grant any form of mastery, he just ends up talented on a level he shouldn't seemingly without instruction.
|Resources='''GEAR KIT''' Tygra's Thunderian gear consists of green battle armor built from a combination of hi-tech composites. His signature extending and retracting bolo-whip that can extend up to around two dozen feet and is incredibly durable, the whip's orbs can also ignite like lanterns if the handle is twisted. A personally modified and souped up laser pistol. An his personalized microtool kit which includes a number of trinkets, like a small plasma torch and multispectrum eyepiece.
|Weaknesses='''ADDICTIVE PERSONALITY''' Tygra is highly susceptible to addiction, chink in his armor, a flaw in his personality, a genetic defect? There is no explanation on why but he hyperfocuses and it causes him to overindulge or immerse. This can run from just experiencing new things, sensations or even learning. When younger it applied to the expected, fighting, physical exertion, alchol but as he grows older he finds it applying to foreign foods, books, Netflix (if he ever discovers it), so many things could cause him to become absorbed especially in a new and undiscovered world (by him at least). '''ALIEN-SPACE-CAT-PERSON''' Tygra is clearly not from this Earth. He is a Thunderan from another world, he is not familiar with Earth customs, mannerisms, slang, clothing, any of it. He also doesn't look the part of a human being, maybe at best he can pass as a mutant but his markings, eyes, claws, colorations. None of this can be hidden. '''RECOVERING XENOPHOBE''' Tygra has always been on the side of a speciest. He holds cat-like creatures above others as racial pride dictates. He is very protective of creatures feline in nature and can show extreme viciousness to those who may show cruelty to his 'kin'. A certain level of xenophobia follows him around and makes it hard for him to be comfortable around other species, even allies and at times he can come off quite callous, rude or brusque. Also expect bad cat puns. That just comes with the territory. '''SEASICKNESS''' Although Tygra has no major aversions to swimming or water. He has shown at times the inability to last for long periods on a boat or floating above water. Much vomiting will take place and he becomes about as vicious as a kitten and not a Thunderkitten. '''SPIRIT OF INTEGRITY''' A strength but also something that can be used against him. Honor, loyalty, dignity, integrity, these are all very important to Tygra and any Thundercat. Right and Wrong are very clear cut for Tygra.
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Sabretooth

2017-11-12T01:36:04Z

OldLiu:

{{CharacterNew
|NameOnMUSH=Victor Creed
|Color=#333
|TextColor=#c1c1c1
|Char_id=787
|Img=https://i.imgur.com/m63tcom.jpg
|FullName=Victor Creed
|Gender=Male
|Species=Mutant
|Theme=Marvel
|Chartype=VFC
|Active=Dropped
|Occupation=Mercenary / Contract Killer
|Quote="C'mon boys, let 'em run. It's more fun when they're tired." -Lt. Victor Creed, My Lai, South Vietnam - 03/16/68
|AAge=146
|DOB=6 June 1879
|Height=198.12 cm (6'6")
|Weight=172.37 kg (380 lbs.)
|Hair=Blond
|Eyes=Amber
|Actor=James Preston Rogers
|Song="Battle In The Jungle" by MGS3 OST
|Profile='Slasher', 'El Tigre', 'Der Schlächter'... Many names, uttered in the shadows, tell the tale of one man whose ruthless violence turned him into a legend on the battlefield - Victor Creed. He has worn many hats in his life: lawman, professional soldier, underworld crime-figure, CIA black ops assassin and, most recently, a follower of the proclaimed 'Saviour of Mutantkind'.
Leaving a bloody trail through history, his primary motivation has always been finding an outlet for his primal urges. Whatever the job, whoever signs the paycheque; as long as Victor Creed gets his claws wet with blood at the end of it, he's willing to consider any offers.
Though he formally holds citizenship on Genosha, Victor's status within the mercenary community means that he frequently travel. His 'career' takes him to conflict zones and hot-spots in order to ply his trade in wartime, and the slums and backalleys of the more 'civilized' world.
One of the most skilled operators to come out of the U.S. military. A hunter in the night. A beast, unfettered by morals and only chained by the desire to remain out of SHIELD custody (or worse). A man, who willingly became an animal.
Sabretooth.
|Abilities=ACUTE SENSES
Sabretooth's senses of hearing, sight, taste, and smell are all at superhuman levels. His sene of smell is particularly advanced, allowing him to identify individuals by their unique scent years after he first met them and track targets from miles away. His cat-like eyes help him see in low-light environments, and his vision is better than 20/10. He can identify an impressive array of objects, substances, and chemical compounds by tasting the residue left behind. So sharp as his taste buds that he can even tell the difference in types of amunition by licking the inside of the expended casing. His hearing is advanced enough that he's able to detect nearly-silent footfalls behind him, or tell when a victim's heart is starting to beat faster.

ADAMANTIUM SKELETON
Recently, Sabretooth has gone back to Weapon X in order to finally get his heart's fondest desire: a dip in a bathtub while someone injected his body with molten steel. Fortunately, pain don't hurt.

Sabretooth's entire skeletal structure has been coated with unbreakable Adamantium Steel. This makes him a bit heavier and is generally uncomfortable 24/7, but at least it removes the advantage that the Other Guy has been lording over him for years.

AGILITY
Sabretooth possesses the agility of a jungle cat, and is able to move much more swiftly and gracefully than a man of his size has any right to. He's able to rip off soldiers' arms before they can pull a trigger, or chase a fleeing victim like they were standing still. He can even run on all fours like a tiger, increasing his movement speed while making him even tougher to shoot.

ANIMAL EMPATHY
Sabretooth would be much happier living in the wild with animals. Long contact has enabled him to develop an affinity with wildlife that enables him to pass as just another beast. He's especially fond of the big cats, and he's one of the few people living who'd be able to walk with a tiger or amongst a pride of lions without risk of being mauled. They seem him as another predator, not as a potential meal.

CLAWS
Each of Sabretooth's fingers end with a large, partially-retractable claw. Normally, they're about two inches long, but can be extended to about three. Now that they've been laced with Adamantium, the claws are extremely sharp and virtually unbreakable. Combine that with Sabretooth's massive strength, and he can easily shred just about anything in a few seconds. Only other exotic metals like Vibranium, Uru, and Promethium are immune to Sabretooth's claws, but other dense metals like osmium can prove too tough for him to easily tear into with his relatively short claws.

ENHANCED STRENGTH
He was already a beast, but reinforcing Sabretooth's bones with Adamantium has helped him withstand even greater amounts of weight. He is now capable of lifting nearly ten tons, or putting that proportional amount of force behind each swipe of his claws.

FANGS
Sabretooth's teeth are similarly laced with Adamantium. It keeps his teeth from getting knocked out and keeps him from needing to brush, but most importantly it makes it even easier for him to rip out an opponents throat with his fangs.

POUNCE
Like his namesake, Sabretooth is able to pounce on his prey and incapacitate them almost instantly. Unlike his namesake, he's able to leap roughly half the length of a basketball court. If only he'd joined the NBA instead of becoming a hitman.

RAGE
Unlike some people, Sabretooth doesn't see any harm in getting mad once in awhile. In fact, he embraces it. Sabretooth has found that using his anger correctly makes him almost unstoppable, and it makes him feel like a demigod. When he's faced with a hopeless situation, when someone is trying to tamper with his mind, or when he's not doing well in a fight, all Sabretooth has to do is get mad and his mind is clear and focused. Of course, he tends to 'focus' only on ripping out throats when he's good and mad, but everyone needs to set realistic goals for themselves, right?

REGENERATION
Sabretooth's healing abilities are somewhat reduced due to the presence of a hundred pounds of steel in his body. However, he's still able to regenerate damaged tissue at a vastly accelerated rate. Surface damage heals within seconds. Minor wounds, like a stab or gunshot, heal within a matter of seconds or minutes. Multiple stabs/gunshots can heal within an hour. He can even come back from having his entire body burned, or huge chunks of his abdomen (and the accompanying organs) ripped out. This can take awhile, however.

His healing abilities make him practically immune to all but a few extremely exotic poisons and intoxicants. That doesn't mean he's going to stop drinking beer, it just means that it doesn't really make him drunk. Interestingly, it also repairs damage to his muscles and eliminates fatigue poisons far more efficiently. This allows him to operate at peak efficiency for hours, which helps explain why his workout routines are so effective.
|Skills=CQC
Anyone who has ever gone up against Sabretooth knows that he's a vicious, relentless hand to hand fighter. Over the past century he's evolved from a tavern brawler to a highly inventive close-quarters combat master. His recent stint at Weapon X has sharpened his skills a bit and made him work on his form, but he's never really been one for 'practice.' Instead, he keeps improving his skills by killing someone almost every single day.

SOLDIER
Back when Sabretooth first joined up with an army, they still stood in rows and fired at each other across an open field. So he's had to evolve with the times, changing up his tactics each decade. Sabretooth could easily fall in with a team of modern special operatives and outperform most of them. In a way, he's become institutionalized as paramilitary outfits are the only social structures that really make any sense to him. He understands the rules and the culture, and is able to thrive there. More importantly, he's able to give and receive orders, understand the mission parameters, and achieve the objective in a tactically sound manner.

These days, a lot of the old rules are being thrown out of the window. Between drone strikes and superpowered opponents, an operator like Sabretooth has to be more creative than ever before. So far, he's managing just fine.

STEALTH
As a master tracker, Sabretooth knows exactly how to thwart any attempts to track or detect him. When he wants to, he can move undetected through dense foliage or through a guarded facility. Or even when climbing on vertical surfaces or ceilings.

TRACKING
When Sabretooth feels like relaxing, he often goes out into the wilderness and lives there. He's been doing this off and on for more than a hundred years.

Sabretooth is a master tracker, able to find and follow his prey even in the densest jungles. Humans are far easier to track than the animals that Sabretooth usually tries to catch. Humans are noisy, messy and smelly, and they tend to leave all sorts of clues behind.

Even when he's not in the wilderness, Sabretooth is still able to track targets using various clues and his sense of smell in conjunction. The simple uptake is that nobody's able to get away from Sabretooth if he's looking for them, no matter where they are.

Well, maybe if they went to space. Or the ocean or something. But nowhere else.

VEHICLES
At this point in his life, Sabretooth has probably logged more hours behind the wheel of a car than most Indycar drivers, more hours behind the controls of a helicopter than most Army pilots, and more hours in the cockpit of a jet than most Thunderbirds. But just because he 'can' operate these vehicles doesn't mean he's going to volunteer to do so. He prefers to sit in the back and drink.

WEAPONS
Yes, it's more fun killing a man with your bare hands. However, Sabretooth has been trained to use just about every other instrument of death commonly used by men. When he first started fighting, the Springfield 1861 was the weapon of choice for many servicemen. Sabretooth has had to evolve with the times, moving from Bowie knives and revolvers to Ka-Bars MP5s. Along the way, he's had to pick up and use many more esoteric designs, but he generally prefers to avoid using anything too weird.

Is there really any point to learning how to use a sword or a throwing star? Honestly...
|Resources=BROTHERHOOD
For years now, Sabretooth has been a card carrying member of the Brotherhood. If he were bit better suited to leadership roles he might be one of the top-ranking members of the group. However, his unique skillset and temperament have led him to become more of a special operative who tends to get called upon only for certain types of missions.

GENOSHA
His service during the Genoshan Civil War has resulted in Sabretooth having official citizenship on the island of Genosha. This is only moderately useful, since he tends to travel through illegal channels or under assumed names. But it's nice having a country that will allow him to claim it, since none of the other countries want him.

MADRIPOOR
Although his official citizenship is on Genosha, Sabretooth does a lot of his shady dealings on Madripoor. He owns several business interests there, which serve as his main sources of stable income and wealth storage.

REPUTATION
Over the last few decades, Sabretooth has built up a solid reputation as one of the most vicious and effective mercenaries that can be bought. There seems to be practically nothing that he won't do for a price, but he virtually never accepts a better offer after the deal has been closed. That may not be much of a code of honor, but it's enough in most of the circles that Sabretooth swims in.

SMUGGLING
One of Sabretooth's more lucrative operations doesn't involve him doing much, if any, actual killing. Instead, he tends to make quite a bit smuggling various goods into economically distressed areas like Genosha. Sabretooth is uniquely suited to getting goods past the international sanctions that tend to be imposed on smaller countries, and he makes a (virtual) killing doing it.
|Weaknesses=ADAMANTIUM POISONING
One of the drawbacks of having your bones laced with Adamantium steel is the reduction in healing ability. Not only does the metal physically interfere with some of the body's healing processes, but it also causes toxic byproducts to build up in the body. This 'Adamantium poisoning' reduces Sabretooth's healing abilities to the point that accumulated wounds (like gunshots) can require hours to heal rather than minutes. But although it doesn't make a 'huge' difference to the way his abilities operate, it could prove lethal if his healing abilities were ever knocked out, even for a relatively brief period of time.

METALLIC
It's really tough for Sabretooth to get through airport security these days. Fortunately, he's not much for 'legal' transport options. However, it makes him easier to detect in a crowd of people, as his skeleton tends to show up a starkly different color than everyone elses' on infrared scanners. His metal skeleton also carries with it certain vulnerabilities to magnetism.

REPUTATION
For some customers, Sabretooth's reputation is a definite selling point. But for most people, the kind of track record that Sabretooth has is a definite turn-off. Only the worst criminals tend to purchase Creed's loyalty. Or people who hate someone bad enough that they want to see them mauled to death and possibly eaten. Funnily enough, this doesn't seem to keep Uncle Sam from hiring Creed on a fairly regular basis...

SENSES
It might not seem like a 'weakness' to have heightened senses, but it can be if the right tactics are deployed. Sabretooth's senses can be overloaded, usually by extremely loud noises or blinding lights. These types of attacks tend to be even more effective against him than they are against normal humans.

WANTED
Sabretooth has been leaving a bloody trail of carnage across the planet for about a century. He's officially wanted in almost every country on the planet (Genosha and Madripoor being notable exceptions...). When travelling to other countries, he has to use a fake identity or deal with annoying SWAT teams.

WATER
Contrary to stereotype, Sabretooth doesn't mind water. But since adding about a hundred pounds of metal to his body, he really isn't much of a swimmer. This is a problem, because drowning is one of the surefire ways of rendering Sabretooth unconscious and/or dead. So these days, he stays out of the deep end...

WEIGHT
Sabretooth is a big, heavy guy. There aren't many people capable of pulling his wounded body off of a battlefield. There's also a much higher chance of objects (like furniture or floors) giving out when his full weight is applied to them, limiting his options for pursuit when a lighter target manages to find an escape route.
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Green Arrow

2017-11-12T01:35:36Z

OldLiu:

{{CharacterNew
|NameOnMUSH=Green Arrow
|Color=#333
|TextColor=#c1c1c1
|Char_id=181
|Img=http://nerdist.com/wp-content/uploads/2016/08/GA_Cv5_ds1.jpg
|FullName=Oliver Queen
|Gender=Male
|Species=Human
|Theme=DC
|Chartype=DFC
|Active=Dropped
|Occupation=C.E.O. of Queens Consolidated
|Groups=[[Alpha Flight]] [[Justice League]] [[Arrow Family]]
|Quote="You remember what we did yesterday? We saved the world - again. You don't think that has any value, well, think again, pal. The Justice League goes on, with or without you. Look, nobody can question your service or commitment to making things better. If you're quitting because you think you've already done your fair share, we'll throw you a parade. But if you're quitting because it's easier then continuing the fight, then you're not the heroes we all thought you were. The world needs the Justice League... and the Justice League needs you."
|PAge=34
|AAge=34
|DOB=9 December 1990
|Height=188 cm
|Weight=88 kg
|Hair=Blond
|Eyes=Green
|Actor=Stephen Amell
|Profile=Work In Progress
|Description=This tall man appears to be in his prime, and of a build of a toned and almost stocky nature. Close-cropped blonde hair rests atop his head, and his eyes gleam behind a dark green domino mask that extends to his blonde arched brows and the bridge of his sharp nose. The nose ends in a slight point, hooked down above his mouth. A thick moustache of the same bright color as his hair curves into a well-groomed van dyke-styled beard, which protrudes about an inch outward from his firm, set chin. He is dressed in a dark green outfit whose hood sits over his head, framing his face. He wears a sleeveless jacket whose chest and shoulders are reinforced with thin armor plating, while slung over the man's back by a pair of shoulder straps is a large quiver filled with arrows. A pair of archer's bracers are attached to his forearms and fingerless tactical gloves cover his hands. The man's pants are a tough black fabric that tuck into a pair of dark green boots with reinforcement plates from the knee down to the toe.
|History=Oliver Queen was born into wealth and power, the son of industrialist Robert Queen, founder and head of Queens Consolidated. He spent his entire childhood as a snotty brat whose days were spent avoiding his education and his evenings socializing and clubbing. His one sincere self-improvement activity was archery; after being inspired by the tales of Robin Hood at a young age, Oliver successfully begged his parents for a bow and arrow set at age seven. He would barely put it down--at least until he killed a rabbit and learned a sobering lesson on mortality. Over his teenage years Ollie found a bit of focus, studying laborously in school but preferring to spend all possible free time slacking off. Thanks to his family's wealth and connections, Oliver attended an Ivy League college, but he mostly slept through his courses. On a vacation with his father upon the family's yacht, Oliver's life would change forever. The ship wrecked, and he was the craft's only survivor--he washed up on a deserted starfish-shaped island, where he spent several years learning to hunt, track, and survive with the aid of his archery skills while trying to come to terms with the tragedy that had befallen him--and, in the process, dealing with a number of other individuals who, unbeknownst to Queen, were on the island as well. When Oliver was eventually found, he found himself a radically different person: where before he was carefree and unconcerned with others' conditions, now the young man wanted to make use of his 'second chance' at life to try and help others as he could. Finding Starling City in need of a hero, Oliver decided to don a green costume, hide his identity, and serve his fellow citizens as 'the Green Arrow'. At the same time, Oliver was determined to improve the world, promoting a number of progressive initiatives through Queens Consolidated's massive influence in a number of industries and political spheres. Since that time, Oliver has spent the last several years amassing a cabal of allies--in the city and abroad--to help him in his quest, even as he finds himself opposed more and more by a growing population of enemies. The work, it seems, must continue.
|Personality=Queen is an incredibly focused and dedicated individual. Having a life-changing experience during his time marooned in the China Sea, Oliver both believes zealously in helping others survive (so as to avoid any sense of tragedy he has felt) and thrive, as well as in doing everything he can to use the skills he developed (so as not to have wasted the practical lessons of that experience). This sense of dedication extends beyond what change Queen believes he can personally effect; he believes his family's industrialist tendencies have made the world worse than it could be, and so he wants to do all he can to help the world progress, rather than regress, philosophically and politically. Despite the focus on his work, Queen does not look on his work as a burden so much as an opportunity, and thus he has come to be relatively jovial and enthusiastic for working with others who share his goals and ideals--a potentially morbid sense of humor and satisfaction, given Queen's recognition that he's doing the work of a superhero armed only with a bow and some arrows.
|Skills=ACROBATICS A skill initially developed alongside his hunting and survival skills, Olivier Queen is an agile acrobat, capable of performing a number of difficult and complex physical feats that might injure or otherwise compromise another individual's body. He continues to abuse his body daily in order to keep his skills at their peak. ARCHERY Oliver Queen is all but renowned as a master in the art of archery. His abilities have been honed across a number of years, and he continues to practice religiously. Queen is an expert with a variety of bows, can make complicated trick shots, and even shoot any number of special arrows with incredible skill. He has trained to shoot for a quick kill, his styles experimented with and perfected, honed in part by the close study of kyudo. ATHLETICS Since being shipwrecked, Oliver Queen has honed his body to nearly its limits. Compared to most other non-powered humans, Queen has exceptional stamina, strength, and speed, as well as an ability to deal with pain and fatigue beyond normal capacity. BUSINESS Since his return to Starling City, Oliver has spent the last several years honing his business and administrative skills, learning to run and delegate duties for Queens Consolidated efficiently and effectively. He's not quite a born prodigy for it, but Oliver has taken to approaching his work as a businessman with the same zeal and focus as he does his vigilante efforts. COOKING Some might not call this a 'skill,' but Queen is proud of his ability to cook--especially dishes that are particularly spicy. (Some might also say he's just leaning on the spiciness to mask his culinary shortcomings.) Whether it's good or not, his knowledge of cooking is rather vast, and Queen can whip up a dish on the spot from most ingredients put before him. MARTIAL ARTS Queen is an expert martial artist, in terms of both unarmed and armed close quarters combat. He's studied such approaches as judo, aikido, kung fu, SAS combat, and krav maga, trying to meld together the fighting styles in order to be as effective as can be. While he may not be the top combatant in any individual form (or with any particular melee weapon), Queen can hold his own against the vast majority of opponents. SURVIVAL Thanks to his time shipwrecked on a desert island, Queen has become a superb hunter and tracker. His abilities to trace the path of an animal or person are well matched with his steady hand and collected calm in facing them down. He can be thrown off track, of course, as can any hunter. On a related note, Queen is skilled at moving and acting stealthily, given the need to prevent alerting prey to his presence.
|Resources=ALLIES While he may often feel like he's fighting a good fight alone, the Green Arrow is accompanied--if not surrounded--by a circle of allies (sometimes referred to as "Team Arrow") that he can faithfully rely on for aid when needed, especially when their areas of expertise fill gaps in his own. They, in turn, trust that he'll be equally loyal to them when they need his help. EQUIPMENT The Green Arrow's most frequently-used equipment includes a set of various bows of differing weights and substance (longbows, shortbows, break-down compound bows) for various purposes, generally capable of surviving improvisational use in close-quarters fighting and short-term support of Queen's weight when zip-lining. The bows are complemented by an arsenal of arrows, conventional and special alike. Most of the Green Arrow's projectiles are lightweight, razor-sharp arrows. However, many others are highly specialized and serve unique purposes. These range from arrows equipped with audio recording technology, explosive-tipped arrows, arrows that provide zip-line anchoring, electro-shock arrows, and even the occasional boxing glove arrow. In addition to his most iconic equipment, Queen also has access to a number of other conventional resources, from vehicles (e.g., motorcycles and Queens Consolidated jets) to voice-modulation devices to flexible body armor and computer technology. FINANCES Thanks to his majority shares of Queens Consolidated (inherited from his father), Oliver can exert considerable control over the direction of the company. It's not always accepted without question, and he can't quite divert tons of cash into private R&D like other tycoons might, but Queen can reasonably assume he'll have support for legal activities he wants the company to engage in, so long as it doesn't seem like market suicide. This also means that he has a personal fortune from the profits that he (and his family before him) accumulated as a result of Queens Consolidated's activity.
|Weaknesses=IDEALS Unlike many heroes, the Green Arrow--and Oliver Queen--espouses an explicit political agenda, and he works to support that agenda. Sometimes, this means that he loses potential allies that want to keep out of the political limelight. Other times, it means that certain groups target him specifically because he's known to oppose their causes. IDENTITY Not unlike Bruce Wayne, Oliver Queen has to constantly keep up a public facade of his identity, coming across as a vapid playboy, in order to throw off suspicion that he might be the Green Arrow. This is not always successful, and it forces Queen to act in many ways antithetical to his actual beliefs, but it remains a necessity to keep his identiy secret. PTSD While his experience on the island transformed Oliver Queen from a brat into (what would become) a hero, he has never entirely healed, psychologically speaking, from the five-year isolation he lived through. He lost his family, he lost all sense of self-importance, he lost his innocence--and, occasionally, Oliver gets overwhelmed by intense flashes of memory where he relives parts of that time all over again and, depending on how unexpected they may be, is left unsure of how to handle it. ROGUES The Green Arrow has amassed a considerable group of criminal enemies, costumed and non-costumed alike, since initially taking up the persona. The vast majority would stop at nothing to see him--if not also his loved ones--tortured or killed, and so Queen must take considerable care on a daily basis to make sure that he is not inadvertently risking their lives or his own (to a degree beyond what he's willing to accept for the latter, at least).
}}
[[Category:Justice League]][[Category:Arrow Family]][[Category:Alpha Flight]]

Nightwing

2017-11-12T01:35:14Z

OldLiu:

{{CharacterNew
|NameOnMUSH=Nightwing
|Color=#333
|TextColor=#c1c1c1
|Char_id=49
|Img=http://i.imgur.com/y97vZYq.jpg
|FullName=Richard "Dick" Grayson
|Gender=Male
|Species=Human
|Theme=DC
|Chartype=DFC
|Active=Dropped
|Occupation=Unemployed
|Groups=[[Batman Family]] [[Street Level]]
|Quote="I was Robin. I was the first. I wore the colours you're wearing. I bled them black. That means I get the blame for what's going on here. For all of you. For what you're done. What you're going to do. You're wanted by the police. You need help. You need to become what you think you are. That's my fault. And that's my responsibility."
|PAge=25
|AAge=25
|DOB=11 November 1999
|Height=188 cm
|Weight=86 kg
|Hair=Black
|Eyes=Blue
|Actor=Henry Cavill
|Profile=The adopted son of Bruce Wayne and the very 1st Robin, Dick Grayson aka 'Nightwing' is one of the world's greatest acrobats, an influential leader, a recognized heroic vigilante, an expert detective and a master-class martial artist.
|Skills=ACROBAT

Dick has been trained in acrobatics and gymnastics from almost before he could walk. While he is not superhuman, he possesses a natural acuity and talent for the craft that is virtually unmatched. He can twist, flip, spin and somersault with incredible skill. He can walk tightropes, swing on ropes and even dodge gunfire with his speed of movement and moves that most wouldn't even attempt.

ATHLETE

Dick may not be a match for Bruce in terms of fighting skill or detection, but he might be an even greater natural athlete. Dick's conditioning, strength, dexterity and stamina are all top of the line, constantly pushed to the limits of what's attainable in a normal human being. He works out religiously and treats his body very much like a temple (although occasionally he does allows for parties in the temple).

DETECTIVE

Dick doesn't have as much patience or natural talent for detection as Batman, but he's nonetheless well-versed in the skills. He knows how to gather clues, sort through evidence, pursue leads and chase down suspects. His mind has been trained by logic puzzles, tests and, ultimately, having to think fast in life-or-death situations. Nightwing can solve mysteries at an elite level and could easily be a superstar for any law enforcement agency lucky enough to have him.

ESCAPOLOGY

Nightwing has been trained to slip through bonds and escape imprisonment. He can slip and pick handcuffs, dislocate joints to escape ropes and knows the way out of even seemingly inescapable prison cells. He's been taken hostage and prisoner far more than he'd like to remember and, while he had to be rescued a few times, he got pretty damn good at getting out on his own.

JACK OF ALL TRADES

Dick's had to learn a ton of miscellaneous skills, either as covers or simply as part of his elaborate training scheme. He's an expert scuba diver and paratrooper. He's well-versed in law and legal theory. He studied architecture for a time and knows enough about demolitions to dismantle and defuse most forms of conventional explosives. He's a skilled actor, capable of taking on multiple roles and improvising stories on the fly. He knows the basics of stage magic (although he's not the devotee to the art that his mentor is). His natural athleticism has made him good at a multitude of sports, notably basketball, baseball and track and field, beyond his gymnastic skills. He's got wilderness skills and can survive in a wide variety of harsh environments. He's even a passable ventriloquist and tried his hand at stand-up comedy a time or two. You never know when something will prove useful, and he's constantly trying new things and expanding his repertoire of skills.

LEADERSHIP

Dick's become comfortable being in charge. Often serving as Bruce's second-in-command among his fellows, he's also been a leader of teams of young heroes in the past. He's quick on his feet, decisive and doesn't mind telling other people what to do. He's got at organizing and has a precise, logical mind that lets him put together plans of action and use people to their best. He's also charismatic enough to inspire trust and loyalty in those who follow him.

MARTIAL ARTIST

Nightwing has extensive training in the martial arts, both from Batman himself and from various other teachers he's met through his life (or had 'assigned' to him by Batman). He's an excellent hand-to-hand combatant, especially deft at combining his fighting skills with his acrobatic kills. He's particularly good as a striker, with fast hands and feet. He's not quite as good as his mentor, but being just a little less good than Batman is still pretty damn good.

PILOT

Batman has some wonderful toys and he let Dick play with most of them. He's a highly skilled stunt driver, a capable jet and helicopter pilot and can put into operation even complex boats and watercraft. He's even driven a tank or two in his day. Personally, he likes the motorcycle the best, but he's damn good behind any wheel or stick.

SECURITY

Dick has extensive training in all manner of security systems, both electronic and old-fashioned. He's a master lock pick and can easily break into most any safe or through any door. He knows how to disable even the most advanced of security systems (and how to set them and plug their holes from a defensive standpoint). He knows the best way to get by guards and how to analyze and take advantage of weaknesses in any security set.

STEALTH

Nightwing has extensive stealth training, from cat burglary to ninja skills. He's excellent at staying hidden in shadows, moving silently, and following others without being detected. He can stay motionless and still for hours at a time, making him an expert observer and invaluable on a stakeout. He's even capable of pulling that classic Bat-trick of disappearing at a moment's notice, sure to infuriate police commissioners and angry girlfriends alike.

WEAPONS

Nightwing extensively uses a variety of weapons, notably combat batons, Bo staff and a variety of throwing weapons. He's moved from the classic Batarang to his own stylized variations, but the principle is the same, part boomerang and part shuriken. He's a master of throwing and melee weapons of a wide-ranging variety. He's even a masterfully skilled fencer and, in fact, is rather fond of sword fighting.
|Resources=ALLIES

Nightwing's the oldest "son" and a vital member of what's sometimes called the Batman Family, a strong organization of vigilantes and crime fighters cantered in Gotham and led by Batman. In addition, he has a variety of heroes and friends he's made over his years in costume around the world. These people can be called on in times of trouble and can provide skills and powers far beyond Nightwing's own capabilities. Of course, by the same token, they can call on him in return.

GEAR

Nightwing's costume is equipped with a thin layer of Wayne Tech designed bullet-proofing, the very cutting edge, protecting him from even high-calibre bullets, blades and penetrations. The costume is flame resistant and insulated against electrical attack. It's equipped with numerous hidden pockets, along with a built-in grapple launcher in his bracers. His utility belt is equipped with a wide array of tools and gadgets, from simple lock picks and scanners to more elaborate weapons and tools such as gas pellets, sonic grenades, and, of course his trademark throwing wings. His mask has flare-resistant lenses, a H.U.D. readout with a WiFi connection to advanced computer networks and voice-activated communications. It has infrared and thermal vision capabilities.

NIGHTCYCLE

Nightwing has a motorcycle he calls his own, a custom vehicle with quite a few tricks up its sleeve. Capable of going at speeds of nearly 300 kph, the Nightcycle has a fully electric backup engine, capable of going without gas for hundreds of miles. The cycle has weapons, including low-calibre machine guns, oil slicks, and razor dart launchers. The cycle is armoured against conventional bullets and can withstand impacts of incredible speed and come out unscathed. The bike is keyed to Nightwing's optic signature and requires his retina-scan to start, unless he uses a specific vocal override code (with voice recognition).

WAYNE

Dick Grayson has a significant trust fund set up from the Wayne Foundation. While he still likes to make his own living when he can, the fact that he has around twenty million dollars just sitting in the bank certainly doesn't hurt. In addition, he is, as Bruce Wayne's oldest ward (even if he's of majority now) considered a partial heir to the Wayne Estate. He can also simply ask Bruce for his financial leverage and assistance in matters that reach beyond Dick's own resources. Of course, he hates asking Bruce for stuff like that, so, odds are, he'll only use such resources as a last resort.
|Weaknesses=COCKY

Dick's not shy about his own capabilities. He knows he's damn good and he isn't afraid to take risks and trust that his abilities will see him through. That can lead him to take unnecessary risks and put himself in situations where he's in over his head.

GRUDGES

Nightwing's busted a lot of bad guy chops over the years. Many of those chops belonged to completely violent lunatics who spend most of their vacation days in Arkham Asylum. There's always someone wanting him dead and he often has a price on his carcass. Looking over his shoulder is just part and parcel of what he does.

SECRET IDENTITY

Protecting his secret identity is important to Dick, both for himself and for those he cares about. His identity leads inevitably to Bruce's identity and to the identities of the careful web of friends and family built around them. Very, very few are those trusted with Dick Grayson's dual life and he will go to extraordinary measures to keep that secret from coming out.

TEMPER

Dick has something of an issue with his temper. He's willful, pushy, demanding of himself as much as he is of others. When others push back against him, against his decisions, his leadership or just if they hurt someone he cares about, he can go off the handle in extraordinary ways, in part due to the un-dealt with damage still inside his psyche. This can result in him making rash decisions and alienating others when he needs to be calm. He's always working on this, but has more success on some days than others.

TRAUMATIZED

Dick tries to pretend he's over what happened to his family, that he's processed it and put it behind him. That is, of course, a lie. He still remembers, vividly, the sight of his family lying in pools of blood, murdered before his eyes. He's never going to feel whole or okay ever again, not really. He channels that rage and mourning into his fight, but there's still an open, festering emotional wound deep down inside him.
}}
[[Category:Batman Family]][[Category:Street Level]]

Darkhawk

2017-11-12T01:34:44Z

OldLiu:

{{CharacterNew
|NameOnMUSH=Darkhawk
|Color=#333
|TextColor=#c1c1c1
|Char_id=348
|Img=https://www.unitedheroesmush.com/images/1/1c/Darkhawk.png
|FullName=Christopher Jonathan "Chris" Powell
|Gender=Male
|Species=Human
|Theme=Marvel
|Chartype=FC
|Active=Dropped
|Occupation=Adventurer
|Groups=[[New Warriors]]
|Quote="The name's Darkhawk. I thought I could retire... But because of sick freaks like you, that can never happen. There's a war going on, a war between good and evil. And in war, our elders may give the orders... But it's the young who have to fight."
|PAge=17
|AAge=17
|DOB=24 August 2008
|Height=175 cm
|Weight=68 kg
|Hair=Blond
|Eyes=Blue
|Actor=Luke Mitchell
|Song="Lux Aeterna" by Moja Baba
|Profile=Work in Progress
|Description= The vigilante known as Darkhawk stands 185 cm tall, and weighs 82 kg. His 'costume' is midnight blue, the colour of moonlight, sometimes appearing closer to blue, other times purple, but really it is of the indigo persuasion. It all depends on how much light is hitting his form. But at night, he blends into the shadows. It would be much easier to track him during the day, that's for sure. His form is covered from head to toe, but it is not just of that same midnight blue. He wears a belt composed of non-reflective silver. His shoulders are covered by a similarly coloured triangular armour, which has the effect of shoulder pads, making him look more imposing. He wears a gauntlet, also of that matte silver, over his right wrist. Occasionally, three claws will pop out of that gauntlet. They can also be used as a grappling hook. The front of his mask is also matte silver, with a blocky, angular appearance, which matches the shoulder pads and gauntlet. The rest of him is sleek, streamlined, and very human looking. He appears to be a man wearing some kind of stretchy, spandex-like material. Over his chest, there is a red Scalenohedron-shaped crystal. His visor is also red, matching the colour of the crystal.
|History=Christopher Jonathan Powell is the eldest son of Michael and Grace Powell. His father Mike is member of the Royal Canadian Mounted Police and his mother Grace is a Crown Attorney. His younger brothers, Jonathan and Jason, are fraternal twins, with Jon having black hair, like their father, and Jason having red hair, like their mother. Chris ended up being the odd one out, and has light brown hair. He was born in the Castlefall area of Starling, and has lived there all his life, which has been, up until recently, incredibly mundane, and largely dull. He's not the smartest kid in the class, or the best athlete. He's never stood out as anything special. That was until he discovered a mysterious crystal while visiting an amusement park with his younger brothers. While at the park, he witnessed his father taking a bribe from another gentleman. He didn't know it at the time, but the man was notorious mob boss Phillipe Bazin. Chris and his brothers were seen and they ran right into a closed off portion of the park, where he stumbled upon the raptor amulet, which transformed him into the superhero Darkhawk. Vowing to use the raptor armour as his "edge against crime", he has tried to balance his heroic activities with being a good student and a good role model for his younger brothers. He joined the New Warriors, though so far he's managed to keep his mask on at all times. Mostly, it's been a learning experience, trying to figure out just what the raptor armour is. It bleeds some kind of green fluid. He transposes with it, ending up in something he calls "null space", while the armour takes his place. It's all been very confusing and a lot for a young teen to adapt to. But he's coping.
|Personality=Chris Powell is a decent, but ordinary kid. He's brave, loyal, and responsible, no matter how volatile the situation might be. He has a rebellious streak, as most teenagers do. He's at that stage where he's trying to find his place in the world. He's becoming the man he will be for the rest of his life, and each decision is meaningful. He's forming habits, and habits become patterns. He's a vigilante, working outside the law, but his dad is a cop on the take, so in a twisted sense, he feels he's balancing things. He does draw inspiration from the legends of Gotham's dark knight, Batman, but he appearances aside, he probably has way more in common with New York's friendly neighbourhood Spider-Man.
|Abilities='''CONCUSSION BLASTS''' The Raptor armour is capable of firing blasts of Darkforce energy through the amulet embedded in its chest. Although Chris only understands how to emit it in a beam of concussive force, it is capable of so much more. In time, he may learn to fashion shapes, weapons, and whatever else he requires, but for now, he is limited to beams of Darkforce energy. '''DARKFORCE''' The Raptor armour amulet is a conduit for Darkforce, which operates similarly to the various Lantern Corps. His amulet is like one of their rings. It 'recharges' while he switches with the armour. It is limited by his imagination and skill. Without anyone to guide and teach him, he has stumbled along, discovering some uses of it, but he has only scratched the surface. There is so much more to learn. '''ENERGY ABSORPTION''' The Raptor armour is capable of absorbing energy directed at it. Chris knows this, has done it, but routinely forgets about this aspect of the armour. It has built in storage batteries to make use of any absorbed energy. It can absorb a wide variety of energies. '''FLIGHT''' The Raptor armour has primary thrusters built into the feet for lift, and has retractable glider wings under the arms to help guide him during, where he can make use of air currents. When used in tandem, it affords him a surprisingly efficient flight, using minimal system resources, while allowing for maximum maneuverability. While in the air, he can stop on a dime and change course when he needs to. '''FORCE FIELD''' The Raptor armour is capable of creating and projecting force fields. At first, Chris liked to create a circular shield-like disk, which was attached to one of his arms, most frequently his left. But he has since learned to project external force fields in a variety of shapes. He's still learning and has only managed to create relatively simple geometric shapes. In time, he may be able to create more detailed force fields. '''GAUNTLET''' The Raptor armour's right hand is covered by a gauntlet, which contains a retractable set of three claws. He can extend all three or any combination of them. These claws are razor sharp and capable of cutting through virtually any material known to Earth. The claw can also be shot out, becoming akin to a grappling hook. They will grab onto something at the other end, and he can pull it towards him, or himself towards it, depending on the subject of his grapple attempt. '''INVISIBILITY''' The Raptor armour is capable of refracting light so that it bounces off of it, while projecting whatever is behind it. While not true invisibility, it is enough to fool peripheral vision. When far away, he can disappear, but up close, there is an obvious distortion. Chris doesn't know it, but this has to do with the fact that the armour wasn't designed for human brain chemistry. It is capable of true invisibility, but it might be capable of it with him as the user. '''PHASING''' The Raptor armour is capable of passing through solid objects, such as walls. Chris rarely remembers this ability, and has quite a bit of difficulty directing it. He often bumps into walls when he tries. But the armour is quite capable, and he knows it. '''RAPTOR ARMOUR''' The Raptor armour is what turns Chris Powell into Darkhawk. All of his powers are directly tied to it. Without the armour, he would be an ordinary human being. It is very mysterious, and there is a lot that he has yet to learn about the armour, but he is getting better. He has saved many people, and has become quite the hero. '''SELF-REPAIR''' The Raptor armour is self-repairing. All Chris has to do is switch back to his human form, and the raptor armour will be, from his perspective, instantly repaired, refueled, and reloaded. Chris does not understand what he calls Null Space, but there may be some temporal shenanigans at work there. Switching, even momentarily, will make him vulnerable as well as put his identity at risk. '''SUPERHUMAN AGILITY''' The Raptor armour is not limited the way the human anatomy is. It can bend, move, contort, and stretch in movements that would be difficult, if not impossible, for a human being. When used in tandem with its superhuman reflexes, the Raptor armour can move with lightning-like efficiency. '''SUPERHUMAN DURABILITY''' While the Raptor armour is self-repairing, it is also superhumanly durable. Very few attacks are capable of damaging the armour. It has withstood significant physical impacts, energy blasts, and military grade artillery fire. It can withstand extreme temperatures of heat and cold, as well as operate in the vacuum of space. It can take far more than it can dish out. '''SUPERHUMAN REFLEXES''' The Raptor armour is capable of responding quicker than any normal human. The sophisticated sensor array can detect threats, and begin the process of moving even before Chris wills it to. It is ready before he is, and when he choose to act, it is usually already in the process of beginning that movement. '''SUPERHUMAN SPEED''' The Raptor armour is capable of beating a commercial aircraft in a flight from New York to Coast City. On the ground, it is similarly fast. While it is far from competing with the likes of the Flash and Quicksilver, it is quite fast, from a thrown punch, to a long distance run. '''SUPERHUMAN STRENGTH''' The Raptor armour is comparatively weak. It can only lift 2 metric tons. But the designers never expected the user to rely on the armour's individual strength. Unfortunately, Chris has only learned to master a few of the armour's capabilities, and focuses more on its brute strength than the multitude of uses for Darkforce. '''SUPERHUMAN VISION''' The Raptor armour has adaptive vision, shifting from telescopic to infra-red vision, among others, based on a sophisticated sensor array built into the armour, and what the user is trying to see. Chris doesn't understand it, but when in the armour, he can see just about anything that he wants to see. '''THOUGHT RELAY''' The Raptor armour connects to Chris through a thought relay. He is not really there. Instead, he is in Null Space, controlling the armour's actions remotely. It is an incredibly reliable bond, working rain or shine. As the armour is effectively a glorified mobile phone, it protects him again telepathic intrusion, as there is no mind there for someone to read or influence. '''UNIVERSAL TRANSLATOR''' The Raptor armour is a product of Shi'ar craftsmanship. It is familiar with the interstellar languages known at the time of its programming. It is also capable of learning, as it learned English. Given its translation matrix, it does not take much time, or a large sample size, for it to translate newly encountered languages.
|Skills='''LANGUAGES''' Chris Powell can read, write, and speak Mandarin Chinese. He's far from fluent, but he has enough to carry a conversation, ask for directions, or other routine exchanges. English is his primary language. He took some courses on French, but has forgotten most of it. Once he was able to change to Mandarin Chinese, he did, as he thought it was a far more useful language than French. '''MARTIAL ARTS''' Chris Powell has studied Kendo since he was a kid. Recently, he took up Ninjutsu to help him become a better superhero. Even without the Raptor armour, he's proven able to defend himself against four bullies at once. '''RAPTOR ARMOUR''' Chris Powell can operate the raptor armour. He can use many of its functions, even if he hasn't mastered them all, and is still learning. Considering he's self-taught, and it is alien technology, he's done remarkably well to learn as much as he has about it. That which he can do, he can usually replicate at any time without issue. In time, he should learn more about the suit. He's a natural at it.
|Resources='''FAMILY''' Chris Powell's mother is a Crown Attorney. If he ever faced legal action, he'd have the best representation possible as she knows the right people to go for a given case. His father is a police officer, which also affords him some special consideration, though he's not on the best of terms with his father ever since he found out that Mike Powell is on the take. He also has twin brothers, Jason and Jon, who adores and often babysits. '''NEW WARRIORS''' Darkhawk is a member of the New Warriors. He has friends he can call upon for help as a hero, and even though he has yet to share his identity with them, he could probably call upon them in his civilian life if he needed to. He has access to their resources, which are mostly supplied by the Taylor Foundation, which is owned by Night Thrasher. '''RAPTOR AMULET''' The Raptor Amulet is the source of Darkhawk's power. Without it, Chris could never become a superhero. He would just be a normal guy. If he were ever to lose it, he would lose his access to the raptor armour. Normally he wears it around his neck under his clothes, or keeps it secure in a pocket. He is always careful not to lose it. It is his most prized possession.
|Weaknesses='''DARKFORCE''' The suit is powered by darkforce energy, which functions similarly to a Lantern ring of power. It must be recharged. Fortunately, transforming is enough to recharge and even repair the suit. He doesn't understand the mechanics, but in a few moments, he can recharge the suit. But he has to have those moments to recharge the suit, and while doing it, he will become human, and unmasked. If he tried to do it in combat, they might learn his identity. Most likely, they'd just see some kid they have never seen before. But for that time, he would be helpless. '''RAGE''' Chris Powell has a temper. It takes a lot to get him upset, but when he does get upset, he makes mistakes. Early on in his career, he even thought about murdering a bad guy. Thankfully, someone talked him out of it and made him see sense. But there's a fire inside him. It can come out at the worst of times, especially where his family is concerned. '''RAPTOR AMULET''' The Raptor Amulet is the source of Darkhawk's power. If it were to break, be taken, or lost, he would cease to be Darkhawk. He could no longer access the armour. It is what makes him special. Without it, he would just be Chris Powell. '''RAPTOR ARMOUR''' The Raptor Armour is not indestructible. It 'bleeds' some kind of green substance. Under the faceplate, it is so horrifying that most people who witness it repress that memory. Even Chris cannot remember what it looks like when he saw himself in the mirror. He just remembers that he wanted to vomit and had trouble sleeping for several days. As power suits go, it has some impressive capabilities, a wide assortment, but isn't particularly powerful. That may be due to the fact that he has yet to master all of its abilities. He is still learning. But for now, he is largely a street level hero. '''RESPONSIBILITIES''' Chris Powell is a high school student. He has to study hard, do his homework, look after his younger brothers, sometimes make dinner for them, and his parents, clean, in short, he has chores. Besides that, he is a hero. He sacrifices his time and energy to help others. He feels a need to do what's right. '''SECRET IDENTITY''' Chris Powell maintains a secret identity to protect his family. If anyone ever learned who he was, they might use his family to get to him. It would also ruin his school life, and life in general. Being a publicly known hero hasn't worked for too many people. And he's not wealthy enough to do what the Fantastic Four did. So he has to do what he can to protect himself and keep his dual identity a secret, even from those who care about him.
}}
[[Category:New Warriors]]

Wesley Wyndam-Pryce

2017-11-12T01:34:23Z

OldLiu:

{{CharacterNew
|NameOnMUSH=Wesley
|Color=#333
|TextColor=#c1c1c1
|Char_id=1327
|Img=https://vignette2.wikia.nocookie.net/buffy/images/5/5d/Wesley_Wyndam-Pryce-1-.jpg/revision/latest?cb=20130404053339
|FullName=Wesley Wyndam-Pryce
|Gender=Male
|Species=Human
|Theme=Dark Horse
|Chartype=AFC
|Active=Dropped
|Occupation=Rogue Demon Hunter
|Groups=[[Angel Investigations]]
|Quote=Quote
|PAge=32
|AAge=32
|Profile=..
|Abilities=..
}}
[[Category:Angel InvestigationsD]]

Satana

2017-11-12T01:33:39Z

OldLiu:

{{CharacterNew
|NameOnMUSH=Satana
|Color=#333
|TextColor=#c1c1c1
|Char_id=1127
|Img=https://i.imgur.com/MRKzmlR.jpg
|FullName=Satana Hellstrom
|Gender=Female
|Species=Demon / Succubus
|Theme=Marvel
|Chartype=FC
|Active=Approved
|Occupation=Libertine
|Quote=.
|PAge=24
|AAge=24
|DOB=06 June 2000
|Height=5'11"
|Weight=138 lbs.
|Hair=Black/Red
|Eyes=Amber
|Actor=Cervena Fox
|Song="Kiss The Devil" by Eagles of Death Metal
|Profile=Satana is the Daughter of the Devil, a succubus and sorceress of wicked potency. Fearsome and unbound, she makes men and women alike weak at the knees as she pursues power and pleasure in the mortal world.
|Abilities=BLACK MAGIC
Satana is a premiere sorceress and worker of black magic. She can weave curses, summon dark energies to do harm, and create portals to other dimensions. She can use magickal energy to fly or create shields around herself. She can draw demons to do her bidding and craft wards to keep the same at bay. She's especially adept at mind control and manipulation, enabling her to reach into the minds of others, fill them with illusions, even enslave them to her will (depending on their ability to resist such things). She can alter her appearance essentially at will. All of these things require various magickal elements and energies, some of which are complex.

HALF-DEMON
Satana's inhuman heritage gives her a physiology greater than a simple mortal. She's superhumanly tough, with bulletproof skin and a total resistance to fire (or cold for that matter). She can regenerate injuries relatively quickly, her demonic energies reforming her flesh instinctively. A broken bone would reform entirely in ten minutes or so. She has superhuman physical strength, enabling her to lift around ten tons, tossing around cars and bending steel. Her aging is stymied, making her either immortal or near-immortal. She's resistant to conventional mortal disease and poison.

SUCCUBUS
Satana possesses the innate power to drain the life energy from other living beings. To do so requires physical touch, skin to skin. With such contact establish, she can begin leeching away a person's chi/soul/lifeforce. She can drain a normal human dry in a matter of minutes. Beings with superhuman resilience or healing abilities can last much longer, depending on their vitality, and some may be able to resist it entirely. Satana hungers for life force and generally must feed on the equivalent of a single human life at least once a week in order to stay functional, although it doesn't always have to be all from one source at the same time. She often consumes much more, however, and doesn't seem to have an upper limit on how much vitality she can absorb.
|Skills=LIBERAL ARTS
Satana was given a broad education by her father in matters of history, literature, art and culture. While she has little knowledge nor care for such bores as mathematics or science, she has a rich understanding of poetry and a deep appreciation of a variety of painters. She's not afraid to be snobby about any of it either.

OCCULT
Satana possesses a wide range of occult knowledge, especially in the realm of demonology. She knows arcane languages and can recognize most forms of supernatural creatures. She could recite the hierarchy of hell and knows the 'flavors' of a variety of alternate supernatural dimensions. She would be an excellent occult investigator if she felt like working for a living.

PRINCESS
Satana was raised the daughter of a devil, a princess of Hell. She wears authority like a second skin, commanding and demanding of others with a natural charisma and decisiveness. She's used to getting her way and tends to know exactly what she wants. She's certainly not afraid to let those wants be known, nor to crack the whip to make sure it's done to her satisfaction. She also has impeccable manners, when she chooses to use them. Which, to be frank, isn't that often.

SEDUCTION
As a succubus, Satana possesses a naturally sensuous and corrupting nature. She's adept at charming others, getting under their skin, and, frankly, seducing them to her side. She has an allure that most anyone finds hard to resist, regardless of their inclinations (although, of course, OOC consent must and will always be respected in such matters).
|Resources=BASILISK
Satana's spirit has been bound to and formed a prison for a demonic monstrosity known as the Basilisk. When it manifests, the Basilisk appears as a draconian creature, thirty feet long or so and reptilian in nature. Its gaze can turn people to stone, it can breathe fire, and it has horrifying claws and fangs. The Basilisk hates all living things and will destroy anything in its path. Satana does not unleash the Basilisk under anything but dire circumstances, for re-imprisoning it is no small task and will leave her exhausted and vulnerable in the aftermath.

MATERIAL WEALTH
Satana's father has often been confused with Hades and, while they are not at all the same, he has a similar relationship with wealth and money. Satana has never lacked for funds, with a vast fortune at her fingertips from mostly illicit sources. She has houses under assumed names, various cultural treasures and works of art and lovely vehicles which she pays other people to drive for her.

MYSTIC ITEMS
Satana has a rather extensive library of magical tomes, largely centered in the dark arts, Satanism and black magic. She also possesses a few mystic weapons, notably knives and whips, capable of cutting through conventional armor like butter and doing real and lasting harm to even supernatural creatures.
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Shaitan loves Satana but he also wants to use her for his own gain. Her love for her father can be used against her, both into defending him and because he's an untrustworthy snake who is more than happy to treat her like a tool when it suits him.

MANIFESTATION
When in the throes of her power, Satana will often grow fangs and horns, sometimes even goat's legs or wings, as a manifestation of her demonic nature. This especially occurs if she is angered. At such times, obviously, she isn't exactly going to pass for human.

PETTY
Satana can be extremely shallow and short-sighted. She holds grudges, has a short temper and can generally act in a rash, rude or whimsical manner. It's all too easy to get on her bad side and she may sometimes act foolishly in a fit of pique.

POSSESSED
Satana contains the Basilisk and keeps it imprisoned under her will. It can, however, rise up and overcome her, subsume and enslave her to its own desires. The Basilisk is destructive and malevolent and will generally do what it can to ruin Satana's life and comopel her to set it free until she can regain control of her body.

UNHOLY
Satana is the daughter of a demon. Exorcism, holy items and various other weapons designed to work against demons and devils will be effective against her and can potentially cast her back to Hell or even destroy her entirely should they do her sufficient harm.

VAMPIRE
As a succubus, Satana needs life energy to survive. If she is imprisoned or somehow denied the chance to feed, she will begin to wither and grow weaker and weaker until she expires. She generally needs to feed on at least a human life per week, aggregate, in order to stay sustained, although she generally consumes more than that and will feel the pangs of hunger and starvation if she goes much below that for even a day or two.
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3123/Secrets and Siblings

2017-11-11T11:51:01Z

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|Poses=:'''{{#var:296|Kitty Pryde (296)}} has posed:''' It's suddenly gotten very chilly. There are snow flurries out there! Kitty is ensconced in a booth with a steaming mug of coffee. She's obviously been here for some time, with her laptop set on the table before her. Anytime someone comes in, she glances up but doesn't stop what she's doing. Until a familiar fuzzy blue elf comes through the door -- then she's immediately closing her laptop and flashing the man a grin. "You made it!" she observes. "I wasn't sure you'd get the text." 

:'''{{#var:169|Kurt Wagner (169)}} has posed:'''     "It is cold enough to freeze a winnebago." Kurt pauses, and shakes his head. He shakes his head. "Just does not sound natural." He explains. "I am working on silly dad things to say." he gestures at the waitress. She holds a hand over the taps, and the coffee pot. "Lager! It is never too cold for beer!" Kurt assures her. She gives a laugh and Kurt slides into the booth. "I am a mutant very much evolved for the digital age." His tail slashes. 'Mein own stylus!" He says with a little wink.     The Waitress leaves Kurt a beer. "That was really your mom in the bar, wasn't it?" She squeezes his shoulder. Kurt pauses, gives a little nod, "Ja." She squeezes his shoulder and moves off to the bar, obviously puzzled by that. 

:'''{{#var:296|Kitty Pryde (296)}} has posed:''' Kitty is really glad to see him, and then she blinks. "Your... huh?" She flashes the waitress a look and then Kurt, somewhat surprised. "Geez. I come home because of an invasion, I miss that, I miss you getting married, and now this? I'm starting to think I was better off in freakin' London! At least then I had valid excuses." She tilts her head. "What happened?" 

:'''{{#var:169|Kurt Wagner (169)}} has posed:'''     Kurt considers. He reaches into his overcoat pocket. He pulls out a folded up copy of a scan of a crumpled up photo. He bites his bottom lip and slides an actual Kurt Wagner baby picture over to Kitty.     "She was shapeshifted. Mystique is mein mother. She left this under my wildshield wiper. I am... very confused." He is maybe a few hours old in the photo. "It was a real photo. I had to have it checked for bugs. Did not find any. It... is a bit crumpled." His eyes betray little emotion, their glow muting a little. His tail curls inwards a little though. 

:'''{{#var:296|Kitty Pryde (296)}} has posed:''' Taking the picture, Kitty brings it slowly to her so she can look at it. "Oh, Kurt," she murmurs. She phases through the table to his side of the booth to hug him tightly, the picture still clutched in her hand. "I'm.... I don't even know what to say. I can't imagine how confusing it is." 

:'''{{#var:169|Kurt Wagner (169)}} has posed:'''     His hug is tight, but less demonstrative than usual. Kurt shrugs his shoulders. "I. Is it wrong to want to forgive someone?" Kurt asks. "I mean, I love mein life. I have all of this... my wife. Mein freunds-- mein family." The word is said with so much meaning, "because she did an awful thing in a moment of fear and panic." He sighs. "I am so confused." He agrees. "I adore mein life. I want to have some sort of relationship with her." 

:'''{{#var:296|Kitty Pryde (296)}} has posed:''' "Of course it's not wrong to forgive." Kitty keeps her hand on his shoulder and sits back some, still sharing his side of the booth. "If that was wrong, we'd all be up the creek for doing bad things. I tried to *kill* Logan. I think that if you are looking at it as a bad decision made in a moment of panic and fear, then you already *have* forgiven her. It doesn't mean you aren't still going to be hurt and angry. Just because you understand the situation doesn't negate how you feel about all of it." She grimaces. "You still have to work through all that junk." 

:'''{{#var:169|Kurt Wagner (169)}} has posed:'''     "Ja. The clock is ticking on it." Kurt says. "I need to figure it all out in a hurry. I am a family guy now." he pauses, "That is weird to say." His smile is soft, but happy. A little glimmer of sunlight on a cloudy day. "But I have to have mein head on straight. it is one thing when I was busy living mein rockstar, single guy life." he is already casting his bachelorhood as a little bit more epic than it was, even if he did have a few moments. "I mean we have a life to build, and the kinder are on the way. They will need a grandmother. I just need to figure this out." 

:'''{{#var:296|Kitty Pryde (296)}} has posed:''' "Fffft. There's no time limit on dealing with rage at a parent," Kitty murmurs softly. She, of all people, understands. Her father's actions.... were not stellar. She still doesn't speak to him very much. "What matters is that you're working on it. You don't have to have it ALL figured out. You just have to be willing to keep moving forward." She kisses his cheek and grins. "And congratulations, by the way. I'm sorry I missed the announcement." 

:'''{{#var:169|Kurt Wagner (169)}} has posed:'''     His hand slaps his forehead and Kurt lets a filthy German word. Like really filthy! He slides the hand over his eyes. "I did nicht say that." He growls. Kurt actually growls! He shakes his head. "Please act surprised in the new year, Katzchen? You and Logan, and I guess mein mother know. She overheard us talking." He rubs at his face. "It is a joy. But I mean, how can I trust her to be around them. I mean, grandma the terrorist? Can you see it?" 

:'''{{#var:296|Kitty Pryde (296)}} has posed:''' Kitty blinks at the really nasty curse word. And then she laughs. "Oh dear. I promise, I won't breathe a word." She pauses and then grins just a little shyly. "Is it bad that it makes me happy to know the secret?" After all, she missed the wedding... so this is kinda a cool way to make up for it! She does, however, kiss him one more time on the cheek and then phase back to her side of the table so they can look at one another and talk. "Riiiight. Because Grandpa's any better? I mean... really, Kurt." 

:'''{{#var:169|Kurt Wagner (169)}} has posed:'''     "Erik? Ja." Kurt agrees. "He has made mistakes, but he did nicht." He makes a little tossing gesture. "I probably should get around to telling him I married his daughter." He looks at his beer. "Maaaaaybe after I have a few more of these though, ja?" He gives Kitty a little wink. 

:'''{{#var:296|Kitty Pryde (296)}} has posed:''' It makes her laugh. Kitty's eyes twinkle at him. "It might be prudent... perhaps before she starts showing. But eh... who knows?" She shrugs, her amusement plain. "Maybe you should just wait til the baby's here, and then he can make goo-goo eyes and won't be able to work up a mad-on." Tilting her head, she observes idly, "I have to admit, I like keeping things low-key. It's hard to have a secret in the school." 

:'''{{#var:169|Kurt Wagner (169)}} has posed:'''     "Well. I was hoping the kinder would look like Lorna." He looks at the photo. "I am nicht so sure now. I mean, look at that handsome little devil?" Pun intended. He knocks back a couple of swallows of his beer. He points. "Look at that little belly, ja? I was a chunk. She must have been big." He sighs, quietly. He looks over at Kitty. "Low key is gut. But life is made fuller by sharing it." 

:'''{{#var:296|Kitty Pryde (296)}} has posed:''' Grinning at him, Kitty does look at the picture again. "It's ridiculous how cute you were," she agrees. She's thoughtful for a long moment, sipping from her coffee cup, and then she asks quietly, "Is it stupid that I'm a little worried about telling Logan or Ro that Piotr and I are dating? I mean... I don't really know if anyone will care. But there was always kind of this... *thing* about it when I was younger." 

:'''{{#var:169|Kurt Wagner (169)}} has posed:'''     "Largely because you were too young for the sort of dating Piotr would have wanted.' Kurt says it quietly. He makes a face. Obviously, he didn't know, and while he might have been more encouraging, a part of him worries too. 'Largely. There are concerns. But, if a former circus performer can marry a princess?" Kurt lifts his hands in an eloquent gesture. "If it works, it works, ja? It is nicht mein place to judge you."     Kurt looks at his beer. "More importantly, why do you really nicht want to tell Logan or Ororo?" 

:'''{{#var:296|Kitty Pryde (296)}} has posed:''' Holding her coffee with both hands, she looks at him squarely. "Because of the three of you... you're the one most likely to actually tell me you're unhappy about it. Ororo will give me the cold shoulder. And Logan won't say anything at all... which could mean he doesn't give a crap or could mean that the next time he sees Piotr, there will be claws." She hesitates. "It's hard to be back here, older and having lived in Europe on my own without you guys... even when you do nothing at all, occasionally I still feel like that gawky 13-year-old that first came here. And I think sometimes you still *see* that gawky 13-year-old when you look at me." And perhaps even moreso when it comes to Logan and Ororo. 

:'''{{#var:169|Kurt Wagner (169)}} has posed:'''     "Sometimes?" Kurt agrees. "I will not lie. Sometimes I do." He pauses as he composes his thoughts. "You going away did nicht help." He rubs his forehead. "I have concerns, but I am not the guy to make that decision though. You and Piotr are. It is nicht mein place." He pauses. 'Just make sure you do not make decisions you cannot undo. Things get complicated when you move into a bed with a freund." Uncomfortable elf, but he pulls in a breath. 'This is adult stuff. I am sorry. Why not ask me what you want to to ask, and I will just answer?" 

:'''{{#var:296|Kitty Pryde (296)}} has posed:''' Shaking her head, Kitty smiles. "You already did," she tells him quietly. "I wanted to know that we were okay. I missed your wedding, and I ... worry. That my time away has damaged my relationships." 

:'''{{#var:169|Kurt Wagner (169)}} has posed:'''     "We eloped, Katzchen." Kurt says, regretting it. "For reasons." Reasons she can likely deduce now. "It would not be eloping if we had everyone there. We needed two witnesses. Rogue is mein sister. Logan, well, if you married Piotr you would have Logan there, ja?" His shoulders move in a little shrug. "I am very sorry your feelings were hurt. If it makes you feel better, I looked for you before we went to White Plains. I did nicht find you." 

:'''{{#var:296|Kitty Pryde (296)}} has posed:''' "Oh, no!" Kitty hastens to tell him. "It's not about my feelings being hurt -- I understood that you were doing that pretty spur of the moment." She reaches across. "I've got a Jewish mother -- we *worry* about things." She moves her head to make sure she has his golden eyes. "I'm okay. I'm not upset or... how to put it. Yes, I would have loved to be there. But I think it's wonderfully romantic what you did, and I'm not... like hurt or upset or anything like that. I just wanted to... make sure that's all it was, that's all." 

:'''{{#var:169|Kurt Wagner (169)}} has posed:'''     "We love you, Katzchen. You were mein favorite person, even when you were gone. Above even Ororo und Logan." He takes a long swallow of his beer, finishing it. He wipes his mouth off. His tail gives a little uncomfortable slash. "Lorna demoted you." he shrugs. "i love mein wife." he says it with a smile.     Kurt releases a soft sigh. "I haff a Jewish wife. I will haff Jewish children. But I get a little Christmas tree." Kurt taps a finger on the table. "Now, let me ask you? Is it wrong to want a little space of our own? Like, maybe like Logan? Live on the grounds, but in a small, cozy area. I mean. babies? They cry." 

:'''{{#var:296|Kitty Pryde (296)}} has posed:''' Kitty laughs at being demoted by Lorna. And then she looks surprised. "I think it's a really good idea. I mean.... in all honesty, Kurt, we all might be better served if we had a little bit of a life outside those walls. I think a cabin or something, if you wanted to stay on the grounds, or even an apartment or something here in town would be wonderful for you. You *do* need your own space. It's not like anyone else is married -- we're all going to have to adjust a new normal." 

:'''{{#var:169|Kurt Wagner (169)}} has posed:''' 5r    "Lorna is pretty amazing. I had to handle mein stuff." Kurt says his grin self-deprecating. He considers his empty mug then pushes it away from himself. "The thing is. It feels like turning our back on other people we love. It is -hard- to grow up!" Kurt announces to the person that is the poster child for it.     At least he is aware of it as he says, "I know this is nicht news for you. It is difficult. I have to balance mein love for mein new family." He holds it one hand. He holds the other hand. "Against other people I love. Marriage is choosing her." He gives a little smile. "I am lucky though. She wants to stay close. She loves the people I love." His shoulders move philosophically. "Listen to me. Married for 16 days and acting like I know it all." He sighs out. "Might nicht be home for Christmas though. I think that is being spent someplace Lorna would like, playing with volcanoes in Hawaii. a little honeymoon." 

:'''{{#var:296|Kitty Pryde (296)}} has posed:''' "Amen, Kurt. Amen," Kitty agrees when he comments on how hard it is. But she smiles at him. "I think you're on the right track -- for whatever my inexpert opinion is worth. I hope someday I have what you have." She reaches out a hand to slip it into his. "I know that you'll figure it out." 

:'''{{#var:169|Kurt Wagner (169)}} has posed:'''     "A princess?" Kurt mock-hisses. "Mein." His wink is warm and happy. His tail curls outwards just a little. "Lorna keeps looking at the boat house. Perhaps I should talk to Charles about it." he rubs his chin. "She likes Water. It is on campus. It is not used so much. It would open up the big suite. I am sure Ororo, Jean, or a certain Shadowcat might like it." 

:'''{{#var:296|Kitty Pryde (296)}} has posed:''' Chuckling, Kitty shrugs. "I'm actually happy in my smaller room right now... and when I put away a little money from my paychecks, I might be getting an apartment out here in town," she admits with a smile. "I'm used to sharing a flat with just a couple other people. Being back in the mansion is really hard for me. So much commotion that I'm not used to anymore." Finishing her coffee, she sets the cup down and adds easily, "Besides... despite the fact that I don't *need* that level of privacy right now, it would be nice if or when I *do* need it to not have everyone going 'oh, WE know why you moved out' or something like that." She blushes a bit at that. 

:'''{{#var:169|Kurt Wagner (169)}} has posed:'''     "Now i will know." Kurt deadpans. He might have to talk to Piotr. Kurt thinks for a long moment. What was that about nicht his place? He considers his empty mug. "Just do not rush into anything. It is not something you can take back. Like words. As much as you regret words? You will regret that more." Kurt regards her seriously.     He doesn't want to ask this. He eyes his mug again. "So. Are you being careful? Trust me, there are consequences for failing to maybe be stringent." His tail curls back inwards. 

:'''{{#var:296|Kitty Pryde (296)}} has posed:''' Kitty snickers at him, though her face is quite red. "Pot. Meet Kettle." She shakes her head. "We're not in a hurry to take that step, Kurt. We're just... exploring what might be there. I promise. And if or when we ever *do* go there, yes - I promise to be careful." She rolls her eyes. "Good God... you know, you can spend time with someone and NOT jump in their bed and get naked. For heaven's sake, this is Piotr we're talking about. He's a bigger Boy Scout than a boy scout is." 

:'''{{#var:169|Kurt Wagner (169)}} has posed:'''     "Why? It is just sex." Kurt can be positively European at times. "I am Catholic. You are nicht. Even then, I am nicht so gut at that part." He pulls in a breath. "It is an American thing to get that hung up on it. I am glad you are being smart, und setting your own speed." He rubs his chin. "Just be smart. I know you are smart, but in the heat of a moment, or in an argument, or an issue? Mistakes can be made." 

:'''{{#var:296|Kitty Pryde (296)}} has posed:''' Kitty nods immediately and then just chuckles. "Why? Because.... it's a gift that means something to me," she says simply. And she hopes that the answer reassures him. Because she *REALLY* doesn't want to have this conversation with the other two! "So... now you'll have to find something different to worry about, Elf. I need to stop talking about this right now -- you're ... my family. But anything else is just taking the big brother thing a little too far." She squeezes his hand, though, so that he knows she's not upset or anything. Her smile is easy despite the faint blush that she's still sporting. "Now... wanna join me and head back up to the school?" 

:'''{{#var:169|Kurt Wagner (169)}} has posed:'''     "Want to race?" Kurt teases with a wink. He pays for his beer and leaves a tip. She was kind, and she let them talk. "I -am- your big brother, katzchen. you can talk to me about anything. I promise, i will listen. you und Rogue und Ororo? Mein closest sisters." his smile is gentle and he slides out of the booth, offering her his hand to help her out. 

:'''{{#var:296|Kitty Pryde (296)}} has posed:''' Kitty is smiling as she slides out of the booth and puts her hand in his. "I can't race you -- at least not until I figure out if my power actually is what we're beginning to think it is," she teases. "Maybe someday I could give you a decent race, though." 

:'''{{#var:169|Kurt Wagner (169)}} has posed:'''     "I better start telling stories about shadowy cats, und conjure them forth from the book pages." he gives her a little look. "They are all your fault! I can nicht prove it, but one threw up in Lorna's sock drawer. i had to buy her new socks!" 

:'''{{#var:296|Kitty Pryde (296)}} has posed:''' Kitty suddenly gets a queer look on her face. //I wonder if that's the other link he can see.....// Maybe it's not Limbo at all. Huh. "You just gave me something new to puzzle over, Kurt. Where *did* they come from? I mean, the stuffed one didn't come to life." 

:'''{{#var:169|Kurt Wagner (169)}} has posed:'''     "At least when you can see." Kurt says with a little sly smile. "I am sure it does when you are asleep." He gives her a little vaguely malignant grin. 

:'''{{#var:296|Kitty Pryde (296)}} has posed:''' He gets the reaction he hoped for -- she gives him horrified eyes! Kitty murmurs, "Oh shit. That's not a good thought...." She bites her lip. "But... I'm almost sure you're right about it being my fault they're here," she admits with an abashed look. 

:'''{{#var:169|Kurt Wagner (169)}} has posed:'''     "He watches you in your sleep." Kurt says softly. "Maybe he stroke your hair?" He teases. 

:'''{{#var:296|Kitty Pryde (296)}} has posed:''' "You suck," she informs him, sticking her tongue out. "I love you, but you suck." They find themselves laughing and joking all the way home. 
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3122/Just Some Exercise

2017-11-11T11:49:34Z

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|Poses=:'''{{#var:212|Superboy (212)}} has posed:''' Superheroes go on patrol to keep the cities safe. Or that is what they say. Actually that is maybe what Batman does. Lately Superboy goes on 'patrol' to clear his head after classes or homework. Which means he wanders while flying at around 300 mph. Ah, sometimes he catches things, because of super-senses. In fact he certainly catches violent crimes like robberies, shootouts or eight foot tall guys in combat armor demolishing a warehouse.Even when texting someone about a party at college later in the afternoon. Which is what he was doing when he stumbles on Crusaderâs 'training'. Of course he dives in without hesitation (or thinking). "Hey you... guy in the armor!" Woah, big. "What are you doing? Trying to raise insurance housing? That is really evil. Rents in New York are already criminal." 

:'''{{#var:30|Bjorn (30)}} has posed:''' Crusader....is not your average superhero. Infact he doesn't actually refer to theirselves as one, instead allowing others to place whatever label they feel works best. Hell the creature has particpated in (illegal) underground fighting arenas for the fun of it! Of course he often takes a different form      "Not at all young man" he says stoicly as he levels a crumbing wall with a punch "This warehouse is abandon and was marked for demolishment anyways. One is simply doing the job for free" he cracks his knuckles after that which sounds like metal beams snapping. He than looks to Superboy and looks him over ".....Hmmm, the one known as....Superboy is it?" he wonders. He buckles down as he turns away preparing to Ram into a rusty old car that clearly seen better day. It didn't even have wheels 

:'''{{#var:212|Superboy (212)}} has posed:''' Conner stops a second before delivering a punch to Crusader armored head. He didn't expect a reasonable response. Or that the huge guy went to keep demolishing more things. "Wait a sec," pause, "seriously?" It is possible, he guesses. Since the building looks abandoned. And the police is not alrady here. "Yeah, hmm. I am Superboy. And who are you?" He pulls his cellphone out, definitely going to google the other guy. 

:'''{{#var:30|Bjorn (30)}} has posed:''' "Yes, One is serious. And thank you for not punching my head. It would not have ended well" though his stoic tone make it hard to tell if he is refferring to Superboy or himself. And he lanches forward into the rusted car and sends it flying into a wall - not enough force to go through the wall, but it does dent it before the car lands unceremoniously back on the ground     "In this form, We go by Crusader" he says simply. "If you wish to destroy something, by all means feel free too. Just be wary how much strength you put into it." keeping all of this casual. From Superboy google search, it would be easy to find that while Crusader seems to be camera shy, he is not an unknown Superhero. From helping to try and Stop Intergang and Thanos, to going toe to toe with the Juggernaut, helping ward off two Starro incidents. Heck the entity even helps with less earth-shattering problems such as bank robberies, and muggings. 

:'''{{#var:212|Superboy (212)}} has posed:''' Superboy nods at the armored giant while impatiently waiting for the Starkphone to reveal the truth and... it is the truth. Welp. What happened to the super-villains? He has not stumbled into one in a month. Trying not to look disappointed, he replies, still hovering a few feet over the ground. "Er... no punching, I guess. Juggernaut, uh? I heard he is pretty tough. And magical something." Which is bad news for anyone with Kryptonian blood. 

:'''{{#var:30|Bjorn (30)}} has posed:''' "Your terrible at hiding dissappointment" The collosal man says simply. "And...yes he is definintly tough. At worst he has beaten me, which is the norm, at best One has lost him in a pile of ruble" he says bluntly unafraid to admit his defeats.     "One is not sure if he is magical or not, but helluva tough." he turns to Superboy "That being said, if your looking for a fight. One would be happy to give you one" he tells the other superhero simply enough 

:'''{{#var:212|Superboy (212)}} has posed:''' Yes, Superboy -is- terrible at hiding anything, not just disappointment. So he folds his arms and huffs unhappy at Crusader. "Nah, it is okay. It is just it looks all the bad guys left the city after the alien attacks. Which is good for the city, really. Maybe they went vacationing, not a bad idea now I think about it." He finally lands on the floor, looking around at the destruction with mild interest. "How long have you been here, punching stuff?" 

:'''{{#var:30|Bjorn (30)}} has posed:''' "If one had to take a guess, they are probably trying to stock pile alien weapons and parts. There was alot of stuff left over after the attack" Crusader muses out. "Hmmm, thinking about a vacation yourself?" he glances around at the rubble "....about three hours" he says. "Working on strength control more than anything. Unlike most people, my strength does not correlate with excersize." 

:'''{{#var:212|Superboy (212)}} has posed:''' "Heh, I wish. College," half-explains Superboy. "And I had not thought about that, but makes sense. Black market of alien weapons, like Intergang used to run, only free for all. Shit, that would be bad. But... I am sure the League and SHIELD would be on them." He makes a mental note to ask Robin about it, though. "Control, uh? Yeah, I know. I guess you got your armor recently?" He had to practice quite a bit the first year, himself. 

:'''{{#var:30|Bjorn (30)}} has posed:''' "One never went to College, we find it a waste of time." Crusader says bluntly "Frankly we do not really mind the weapons being out in the market....if it was not for the idiots anyways"     He gives pause and glances over himself "....we have have been like this for about a year now. But time is not the issue, mass is" he explains "As we gain mass we grow in strength. After last battle we lost a significant portion of our Mass. SO it is more relearning" 

:'''{{#var:212|Superboy (212)}} has posed:''' A waste of time. Sometimes Conner would agree, but then again he is not at college just to learn from books. He is a clone that has been around less than three years, he wants a life besides crime-fighting. "Eh, just trying new things. Also, you speak of yourself in third person and that is odd. I mean, Doctor Doom pulls it out okay," he admits, "but most people just sound weird." 

:'''{{#var:30|Bjorn (30)}} has posed:''' "That is because when you speak to us...you are speaking not just to a single person, but multiple entities. One is a collective conciouse...and as such speaks in a fashion to acknowledge all Parts of the Whole" he explains. "For We are I and therefore we are One" he explains     He rolls a shoulder "Sides, One is from outspace and from Earth. And we have a beard of tentacles. One thinks speaking in the third person is likely the least odd thing about us" 

:'''{{#var:212|Superboy (212)}} has posed:''' "Yeeeah," replies Conner. Hey, he thought the beard of tentacles was some kind of fashion statement, really. "Well, I have seen it weirder, a few times," which is true, too. "So, okay. Collective consciousness with someone from outer space. I am half-alien myself, so I think you are fine. And I really should finish my patrolling. Maybe some bad guy will show up!" 

:'''{{#var:30|Bjorn (30)}} has posed:''' Yea, nope, the beard was very much a part of him. Technicaly speaking so was the supposed armor...but it is easier to just let folks think it is armor. Crusader nods "Weirdest thing we have seen...is a an anthromorphic spinx person...thing. THAT was a weird night" he admits. He none the less nods "Alright, do not let One keep you. May your patrolling go well" he tells the young hero simply enough 
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3121/Talent Is An Asset

2017-11-11T11:48:47Z

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|Poses=:'''{{#var:1156|Cindy Moon (1156)}} has posed:'''     Another day in New York City! Another battle amid the buildings and bridges connecting one borough to another. On top of the Queensboro Bridge a battle rages on between two individuals.     "What is this, a baby spider-girl?" A man shouts, dressed in a greenish suit with bird-like wings. The man is elderly, but moves with deadly alacrity as he dives and attacks towards a young woman dressed in spider-silk clothing.     "Hey, Bird-Brain!" Silk calls out, "You're scaring the kids and blinding the drivers!" the young woman states, as she flits between the hard-iron braces of the bridge with her own stunning grace and agility. Silk-strands are flicked from her finger-tips as she swings and goes in for an attach, the pair locked together a moment in mid air- a struggle of strength versus speed! 

:'''{{#var:244|Captain Marvel (244)}} has posed:''' Captain Marvel happens to be flying high above the scene, drawn by reports of the altercation, but when she spots a young hero already engaging the villain at hand, she remains an observer. Not one to waltz in and steal all the limelight, she wants to see what this young hero can do on her own. At least so long as it's not apparent that she needs her help. 

:'''{{#var:1156|Cindy Moon (1156)}} has posed:'''     The pair are driven apart almost as quickly as they had become entangled- the strong winged man throwing Silk into the air. The Vulture's wings spreading as he dives low and begins to circle, "You're not as quick of wit as that other annoying Web-slinger."     Silk's webbing attaches to the edge of the bridge as she's flung through the air. She begins a long descent down, holding the webline as she swings under the bridge before coming up on the other side to flip in the air and return her gaze on the flying man. She sends out some quick flicks of webbing, and the man gives a cry of pain! "Ah!"     Silk tugs- still midair- bringing the pair closer before her feet find purchase on the bridge's road supports and pulling hard again and bringing the flying man into an orbit where he'd likely crash into the support beams of the bridge. 

:'''{{#var:244|Captain Marvel (244)}} has posed:''' Captain Marvel starts a slow descent, eyes set on the Vulture and Silk, there's certainly bravery involved. Considering the Vulture often likes taking on Spider-Man, the younger girl is doing a fairly good job here. If it wasn't for the webbing resiude, it could even be considered clean. The bridge has been quite reinforced since the advent of superhero fights, it should take the force of Vulture slamming against it. Still, if Vulture is even slightly distracted by Captain Marvel's arrival, it will lead to a quicker end to this encounter. She stays quiet though, as to not distract Silk herself. 

:'''{{#var:1156|Cindy Moon (1156)}} has posed:'''     Silk pulls hard- she's not as strong as Spider-Man, but Captain Marvel's appearance has not gone un-noticed by most. Not Silk, of course, she's completely focused on her dance partner- but even Vulture sees her flying up there as he's pulled hard into the bridge's iron support. THUD!     Silk Leaps like a hunting spider, and quickly weaves a web around the villain, before looking up to notice Captain marvel. She waves her hand. "Hi!" she chirps in a friendly tone before she's flitting off to a nearby tall building to take a break.     Cindy is quick, but she's no flyer. She lands on top of a tallish building and just leans against the edge with a WOOSH of air, trying to catch her breath. "Woah. Take it easy now. Its okay." 

:'''{{#var:244|Captain Marvel (244)}} has posed:''' Captain Marvel returns a formal salute at Silk's greeting, smiling at her at how expertly she stuck Vulture to that bridge. A mistake often made against the spider folks, giving them a venue to entrap oneself. She follows Cindy as she heads for a break on a building top, hovering at her side, "that was impressive. Related to Spider-Man? Or you doing your own thing?" She chuckles at the post engagement heaving as Cindy needs a moment to catch her breath, and lands next to her, "take your time on that...slow down your breathing." 

:'''{{#var:1156|Cindy Moon (1156)}} has posed:'''     Silk looks up as Captain Marvel lands, "Oh. Its just all this.. open space." she says, waving around herself. "A lot of fresh air. Still not used to it." she mentions, before looking up again towards Captain Marvel. "Yeah, I just need a big breath. Another big breath. Thaaat's it." Talking to herself, now.     "Oh? Spider-Man? Related and not related. Its a complicated thing." she offers, "Personally, I think he's a bit of an idiot." she whispers, "He just does stuff, without any knowledge of what he's doing. No forethought at all." Silk sighs quietly, shaking her head.     "Oh, I'm Silk, by the way! Super spiffed to meet you! You're like a real hero!" Silk says with a grin- it can't be seen, but the smile can be heard in her voice. 

:'''{{#var:244|Captain Marvel (244)}} has posed:''' "Open space is good, he certainly made mistakes facing you, probably disrespected you for your age," Captain Marvel guesstimates, she does like to play observer now and then. Allows her to assess the skills of both heroes and villains, measuring their respective tactics and how they affect the flow of combat. Can't help it after being CoC. "Is it now...? Dare I ask? Or is it best left private...?" Carol is respectful of privacy after all, she's not going to demand information Silk isn't willing to share, not when there's no need for it. "Oh, after the display I just saw, I'd say you can call yourself a real hero, Silk." She doesn't introduce herself as it seems Silk actually recognizes her. It's still new to her when people recognize her, she never got nearly that level of recognition as Ms. Marvel. But then those early days are probably what Silk is going through right now. "Did you pick up your skills on your own, or do you have someone to push you?" 

:'''{{#var:1156|Cindy Moon (1156)}} has posed:'''     "Well, I mean, someone taught me when they first started showing up. That was a while ago, but, I've just been." Silk pauses a scant moment. She's a terrible liar- she's never been able to do that well- how does one explain they've been locked away in a bunker for nearly a decade? In this case, in this moment, one doesn't. "Away. Really far away. And, um, keeping my head low. So, I'm sort of out of practice but, you know, its like riding a bike!"     Silk shakes her head, "Naw, I'm not a real hero- just a girl who's got some good stuff going on, and doesn't like to watch bad people do stuff to good people and since I've got this whole spider thing going on, you know. Just doing the right thing..." 

:'''{{#var:244|Captain Marvel (244)}} has posed:''' Captain Marvel has this uncanny ability to just know when someone is intentionally misleading her, it's not so much a power, as it is a hunch. Okay, maybe there's a level of Kree intuition involved, but she wouldn't quite be aware of it. Either way, she just stands there, arms crossed, staring at Silk rather blankly as she tells her a story. She doesn't say anything, leaving Silk to decide whether she's staying with that version or trying another one. After a moment of silence to allow Silk a chance to revise, Carol remarks, "just a girl with some good stuff going on wouldn't have managed to fool the Vulture, he's not as stupid as he looks. Granted, he looks quite stupid, but I digress." 

:'''{{#var:1156|Cindy Moon (1156)}} has posed:'''     "Oh. That bit came naturally." Silk says, that much is true. "I just. Um.. Well, things aren't *that* good?" she asks/states next, eyes wide as she looks up at the very much so taller Captain Marvel. "Um.." she's really unsure what to say as that look seems to cause the young woman a little bit of uncertainty.     Up close, its not hard to see that Silk is an adult- although she does have that apparently amazing Asian Anti-Aging gene going on, so it is difficult to truly say how old she is. And her skin is so nice! Almost like she hasn't seen a day of sunlight for years.     So. Um. Yeah, that was really a lot of fun, right?" Silk tries to change the subject. 

:'''{{#var:244|Captain Marvel (244)}} has posed:''' Marvel continues to look at Silk, perhaps intentionally making her a little uncomfortable, before easing her crossed hands down to her sides, "so maybe you are naturally gifted. Whatever the case, it was fun, and I enjoyed watching you perform, Silk...would you consider becoming an Avenger down the line?" Just a question, not so much an open invitation, but apparently the Avengers do like to keep track of potential recruits. 

:'''{{#var:1156|Cindy Moon (1156)}} has posed:'''     "An Avenger? Well. I don't know, maybe?" Silk replies, "I don't really know all that much about the Avengers." she admits- "I'm not exactly your girl for up-to-date knowledge of current events." she admits, "Like I said, I've been away! Out of town. Way out of town." 

:'''{{#var:244|Captain Marvel (244)}} has posed:''' "Way out of town...?" Carol looks a bit skeptical as she asks haphazardly, "as in 'space' out of town? Or a foreign country 'out of town'?" She gets a sense that Silk isn't being truthful, just not to what level. 

:'''{{#var:1156|Cindy Moon (1156)}} has posed:'''     "Err. Well." Silk pauses, eyes wide. Caught in the lie. She's unsure of what to do! She swallows. "Well, um.." she stammers, "Like.. well... way out of town like.. um.. " she shrugs a little, "Think..like, well.." she takes a slow breath- heroes were people who helped, right? Surely it was okay to tell someone like Captain Marvel! "Like a hidden bunker under the city out of town? For..like eight and a half years?" 

:'''{{#var:244|Captain Marvel (244)}} has posed:''' Captain Marvel was assuming different possibility, but what Silk actually reveals was never an option she took to account. There's a momentary look of surprise across her visage, before she walks up to Silk and reaches to embrace her rather powerfully. Intending to hold her for a moment, if Silk isn't fast enough to choose to escape first, and leaning towards her ear as she whispers, "Silk, I would like to invite you to Avengers Towers, I want to speak with you...if you will grant me the opportunity. I'm -very- impressed with you." That's all, nothing more, nothing less, just a show of support that may not be necessarily welcomed, and a request for a private meeting down the line. 

:'''{{#var:1156|Cindy Moon (1156)}} has posed:'''     Silk gives a squeak! Silk-Sense only really warns her for danger. As it turns out, a strong hug from a Captain Marvel. "I.. Um.." she swallows. "Okay, sure. I'll come by, we'll keep it easy. Heroine to Heroine! YEah, it'll be great." she says, with a swallow. "We can talk, it'll be great!" she offers as she extracts herself from the tight hug. 

:'''{{#var:244|Captain Marvel (244)}} has posed:''' Carol does eventually lets Silk escape from her tight embrace, and offers her another salute, "I'll hold you to it, so you better show up...keep on fighting the good fight!" With that she takes to the air, proceeding to her next destination. 

:'''{{#var:1156|Cindy Moon (1156)}} has posed:'''     "Okay." Cindy offers, as she watches Carol go to fly off, taking a moment before she's off on her own- swinging through the city. 
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3120/Meeting Elektra

2017-11-11T11:48:05Z

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|Poses=:'''{{#var:22|Tony Stark (22)}} has posed:''' Where's Tony? Well, he's not in the middle of a bunch of people wearing a red and white striped shirt. No, tonight Tony is every bit the Stark man - fine suit, fine restaurant. He's got a window seat up at Asiate, an asian fusion restaurant with fantastic food, an incredible prix fix menu, and an incredible wine list. He's looking out at the city tonight, enjoying the beauty of it from a distance, so that he can relax and eat, in peace. He doesn't even have his phone out, which is a rarity. Ahhh, the advantages of privacy. It's likely you'd have to be incredibly influential or disgustingly beautiful for the restaurant to allow anyone to disturb him. However...there are people who fit that bill. 

:'''{{#var:721|Elektra (721)}} has posed:''' Normaly, in these situations, Elektra Natchios plays it one of two ways.. She's either there waiting already.. or she makes them wait. Even if it's a business meeting. Especially if it's a pleasurable one. She lives by the understanding that some things in life need to be fully appreciated, and she aspires to that. But not too late. There's a fine line to tread, and she's an expert tightrope walker. Fashionably late, Elektra arrives. Just long enough for Tony to have read the winelist and begun to make his choices for the evening. She suspects he's already planned what they're both eating. She hasn't decided yet if she'll allow him to order for her and be surprised with his choices, or if she'll insist upon being her own woman. It's one of the few things in life she does without planning down to minutae, so she allows herself this luxury. She's escorted to the table by a tall man who gives a little bow and introduces her to Tony.. "Mr. Stark, may I give you Ms. Natchios." He bows again after helping her into her seat. "Your waiter, Tomas will be here shortly to take your orders. He is at your disposal this evening, most exclusively. Please, enjoy." And with that, he excuses himself. She's dressed in a black sheath dress; moderate heels; and a lace shawl beaded with Swarovski crystal, a thing she tucks negligently over the back of her chair. "Mr. Stark. Such a pleasure." 

:'''{{#var:22|Tony Stark (22)}} has posed:''' He stands when you show up. Curiously, you're not a woman he's much taller than, as he inclines his head, holding his hand out to shake your own. "Miss Natchios," he offers politely. "I hope you're having a good evening. Welcome back to New York," he offers. Not that he knows excatly where you've been but a woman of your...caliber, is one who people notice hwen they're not around. So as you come and go, the city feels it and so does big business. He sits down and a fine red wine is brought over as well as some still water. He's nto a fan of sparkling. But at least a cuople of things are brought over, and he's told the kitchen to just send stuff out. He's not worried about ordering or picking himself, he's goign to go ahead and trust the chef. His suit is nice, his glasses tinted blue in the lenses as is his shirt so that they match in that regard. His watch could probably employ someone for the better part of a year or two....well them and their whole family. "I was surprised to receive your invitation. I am incredibly curious to hear what you have planned for the conversation tonight." 

:'''{{#var:721|Elektra (721)}} has posed:''' Her smile is a measured thing, one that almost, but doesn't quite meet her eyes. Oh, there's something of the sparkle there, but it's entirely too precise. Too measured. Too.. much with the drinking in the details of all around her and how her every movement is received, and how she will react in return. "Thank-you. I've been back for several weeks now, but I'm only just getting my seaside legs." Her handshake is everything one would expect of a businesswoman and more. More like she's someone used to meeting others on equal ground. Or, often enough, in a superior state. It's firm. Precise. And held for just the correct amount of time. One might wonder if under other circumstances it might be an altogether different shaking of hand she'd offer. But tonight? Tonight they meet as equals. "I see you've left our meal to the chef? Delightful choice. I've heard good things about this place. I'm sure that we won't be disappointed. But let's dismiss with the formalities, won't we? Please, call me Elektra. As to what I have planned, I think you'll be interested." She lifts her wineglass to him without eludicating any further yet. Parcelling out her details. 

:'''{{#var:22|Tony Stark (22)}} has posed:''' It's one of the things about Tony that makes this a challenge - he doesn't care about all those social conventions and norms. If he felt like it, he'd walk right up to her, dip her, and plant one on her just because it's a way for TOny to say hi and gather attention. But he's not feeling the need today to steal the scene. He's not trying to 'impress' anyone and so as you handle things so 'perfectly' well he just grins a little bit, smiling, recognizing what you're doing and deciding he's going to have to pick a time to have fun with it. "Well...I figured the best par of that is if you don't like it you can't blame me - you can only offer a scathing review of it to your associates. You're right though, they do some fun things. Next time we meet you'll have to let me take you to a dim sum place I like. Delicious, as long as you're ok with getting your hands a little messy," he says with a bit of amusement as he looks to you and gives a playful wink from where he sits. 

:'''{{#var:721|Elektra (721)}} has posed:''' He earns himself an actual laugh for his response, the sound rich and full. "Touche. And clever." After a sip of her wine, she inclines her head. "I like dim sum. Some foods are meant to be eaten with a certain sort of reverence. Others with abandon. Dim sum straddles both lines. You pray with your fingers and your lips." A brow lifts. Amused. "So, you believe there will be a next time, do you? You might be right at that. If only to see where you'd take me. And quite possibly to prove that there is something human beneath the exterior." Oh, she's well aware of the many reputations she's garnered, both in and out of cognito. 

:'''{{#var:22|Tony Stark (22)}} has posed:''' "I don't think anyone would question your humanity...and probably way too many have wondered what's underneath...more than likely would understand that wasn't in their own best interest," he says with a grin, though one imagines that he doesn't mean underneath your skin as much as he means underneath the dress as he looks to you, taking a bit of a breath as he takes a sip of the wine and looks back to you. "Still though, even if I drive you insane, you'd likely not let me know it becauase business is business. Don't have to enjoy spending time with the person to enjoy the results of the of the time together." HE sits back though and undoes the button on his jacket. "Still though, I imagine however charming or entertaining I could be that you are a results oriented person. So what are we working on? Something charitable? Something involving really cool technology to transport goods from Greece to the rest of the world?" He's just guessing at all sorts of random things that it could be but won't really know until you tell him. He does look out the window though, the lights in the restaurant dimmed to allow the city outside to reflect its true beauty. 

:'''{{#var:721|Elektra (721)}} has posed:''' "You'd be surprised," Elektra remarks dryly. "There are many opinions about me, and not all are as kind as what you'd assume. I'd say you were too much of a gentleman to say otherwise, but I do believe your reputation proceeds you." She smiles at him. It, too, is a dry thing. "What do you think? Should I let an opinion interfere with business, or do you dare wager that perhaps I'm not nearly as easy to offend as one might expect? Like now, for instance, you're picturing me with my clothing off. Wondering just what it is Elektra Natchios wears underneath her little black dress. And does she dress to be seen with it off, or is it only part of the facade." Her glass is lifted. "Am I close?" She waits. 

:'''{{#var:22|Tony Stark (22)}} has posed:''' Tony Stark grins, "I think it would take a very extraordianry man to decide they wanted to offend you...as the Natchios family reputation does precede you as well," he teases, his eyes sparkling with that little twinkle as well. Yes, that was possibly a backhanded compliment but it isn't like it has any truth to it. "Well I wasn't, but now I am," he says, laughing quietly as he looks to you. "I was just tying to be witty. But if you're goign to verbally paint that picture sure," he says, raising his glass in return, the amusement a bit more apparent in his voice as an appetizer is brought over of eggplant with some sort of filing and sauce on it in bite sized bits that ends up tasting like vegetable and garlic heaven. 

:'''{{#var:721|Elektra (721)}} has posed:''' Again, Elektra laughs. "And with one fell swoop, I have all of your attention. Right where I want it. Most men wouldn't even be able to remember we were meeting for a specific purpose after that. They'd be lost to the stirring of their nether regions and vast imaginations, totally ignoring that reality ws going to disappoint them sorely." Her wine is sipped, and set down as the appetizer arrives. "Did you know," she murmurs, "Garlic is an aphrodesiac, but only when both members of the couple eat it. And, no. That was not the point of my wishing us to meet this evening. Though the kitchen may be thinking other thoughts beased on this appetizer." 

:'''{{#var:22|Tony Stark (22)}} has posed:''' Tony Stark chuckles, "Well you have a much more refined sense of culture then. Where I'm from, garlic is usually the way to make sure the date ends early," he says. "Or at least that if it goes on for a while, you're not getting any action." He watches as the serving staff dishes out a bit to you and then him, most -certainly- in that order, and then he sits back as he picks up his knife and fork, cutting into it as he smiles, "So. Enough of this dance. Not that I don't mind a good one right now, but we'r esome where between a tango and a paso doble, and I'm pretty sure either way you're planning to waltz out of here with what you want. So...why for hast thou called upon me," he says looking to fully clad you and canting his head to the side patiently. That little bit of an inquisitive gaze as he takes a bite of the appetizer which is deelish. "I don't know how many courses he has planned and I at least want to have an idea based upon the topic if I'll be staying all the way until dessert or not.' 

:'''{{#var:721|Elektra (721)}} has posed:''' Elektra pouts, "You're taking the fun out of this." Once the appetizer has been served, and the server has removed himself, she grows serious again. "Fine. Since you have no desire to play this game, then let me cut to the chase. I'm looking for funding for a Foundation. As someone with more money than sense, or so the scuttlebutt goes, I'd like you to consider being a donor." Her fork is paused partway to her mouth, "Not that I think this act you put on is anything at all but an act. You may play the fool, but you aren't one." 

:'''{{#var:22|Tony Stark (22)}} has posed:''' Tony Stark grins at your put, looking a bit more amused, though it still fits her. Plus, it probably only serves to highlight wahtever lipstick or gloss she was wearing, as if the woman needs her features highlighted any more given how amazing they already are. He chuckles though, taking another bite and he nods, as you finish, "Well...now who's taking the fun out of what? If I can't fall back on playboy billionaire, the original at that, not that Wayne character from Gotham...butif I can't fall back on that what can I fall back on? I mean truly, what's my motivation if it isn't having fun and letting everyone else think I'm too busy taking joy rides in the Iron Man suit..." He grins though and tips his fork up to you in salute as he says, "If it makes you feel better, I'm pretty sure you are not an act. You're the real thing, if not a slightly more polite and kind version of the real you. My sense...is that people probably underestimate how shrewd or ruthless you can be on behalf of the family and don't figure it out until it's too late." The way it's said, it's a compliment, though someone just walking by would easily be able to take that another way. "What will this foundation do...besides take money from the rich?" 

:'''{{#var:721|Elektra (721)}} has posed:''' Elektra inclines her head once again to his assessment of her. "There are some things money can't buy, Tony. People make the mistake of forgetting that." And with that, she's back to smiling again, much more light and airy with him. "I suppose if you were only that billionaire playboy you wouldn't be concerned with where your money was going. You'd have that checkbook out and be asking me how many zeros while inviting me to your yacht. I know the type. You play it well, but you're far too clever to be truly the game. Much as it's a nice game.. She considers, taking a mouthful, and chewing and swallowing before continuing. "The premise for the Foundation is simple. It's been brought to my attention in the past that there have been some life choices I've made that are somewhat questionable, and that perhaps I might wish to find more redeeming ways to live my life. I've decided that perhaps this is something I should explore. I'd like to provide legal aide for those who can't afford it due to life circumstances, but deserve it just the same." 

:'''{{#var:22|Tony Stark (22)}} has posed:''' A small taste of light berry sorbet is brought out to cleanse the palate before the next dish is brought out, deconstructed potstickers as everything is on the plate and rather than being clsoed over like normal dimsum, there are basically 'crakcers' of the steamed and seared potsticker shell to put the food on and eat it. "Well that's....a waste of a perfectly good potsticker. They're proably goign to taste delicious but this seems fancy just for the sake of being fancy. Sometimes I like the original." Looking back to you though there's a bit of a smile, "You, specifically? Or are you using the royal 'you' in this circumstance to symbolie all the Natchios family. Which, we can't be responsible for what our family does...just add it to our crosses to bear, hmm?" And so he politely gives you an out on shouldering all the blame for the Natchios...reputation, or what you could use in this particular circumstance - infamy. "Free legal aide, hmm? I did not see that coming, actually. Interesting." 

:'''{{#var:721|Elektra (721)}} has posed:''' The dimsum is carefully reconstructed by Elektra, sans the actual folding of the dumplings.. "My dear Tony, I /am/ the Natchios family." Which doesn't immediately answer his question. Though she looks over to him, "But if you must know, the idea is mine. Once it's been set up in an airtight fashion, and all the legal loopholes are closed, I will be passing its overseeing to a firm I trust to run it with the utmost integrity." It's as she's lifting the 'dimsum' to her lips that she stops. Puts it down upon her plate and looks over at him, her features suddenly an unmasked relaxation. "What would you say if I said let's go find somewhere who does this right? Like you say, this is pretention for pretention's sake. You're hardly the audience, and I admit finding myself somewhat bored with the need. You said you knew a place?" 
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3119/Rift and the Crusader

2017-11-11T11:47:19Z

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|Poses=:'''{{#var:898|Kitora Alua (898)}} has posed:''' Kitora Alua steps out of Mel's Diner after her 3-hour shift. It's near sunset as she looks around, trying to find an isolated spot. Slipping into an alley, a red glow would emerge from it as an eerie figure, glowing dully red but with red lines visible inside her body, rises straight up... upside-down as she ends up floating fifty feet up. 

:'''{{#var:30|Bjorn (30)}} has posed:''' High in the sky where the sun lights the clouds a brilliant orange....it seems relatively empty. Cusader was up there, currently flying around as a giant invisible manta ray...not yet seen.     And than below he spots something rather interesting....a person glowing Red! It was an etheral site he has not yet seen. Well it not everyday you bump into another flyer...so he trails Rift untill they are perhaps a good bit away from the diner before making his presence knonw...or at least his voice "Hello...not often do we meet another flyer in the sky" the deep voice deep and oddly both synthetic and organic 

:'''{{#var:898|Kitora Alua (898)}} has posed:''' Kitora Alua was flying along - though it's a weird kind of flying. She is apparently controlling gravity somehow, and is just 'fallign' horizontally as she travels along at a good clip, heading in the direction of Xavier's School... the sudden voice causes her to stop suddenly, as she looks around. "Who goes there?" she calls out, reaching into a pocket. 

:'''{{#var:30|Bjorn (30)}} has posed:''' A relatively comfortable distance away, the massive manta takes form. His underside is a silvery polished chrome, while his top-side resembles the nightsky, though it has a tribal golden sun etched onto his back. He has several tentacle like whiskers that lazedly move about, and large golden orbs for eyes.     He glides through the sky "We are known as Crusader, we do not mean any harm" the deep voice rumbles out. He contines to keep his distance intent on not posing as a threat 

:'''{{#var:898|Kitora Alua (898)}} has posed:''' Kitora Alua stares at the mantaray as it apparates as she just floats there, 'floating' upward to get a better look. "You can call me Rift..." she muses softly. "Just what are you?" she asks, curious, pulling her hand out of her pocket, glad she didn't need to try some self-defense. "I was just flying hope - I don't have a car." 

:'''{{#var:30|Bjorn (30)}} has posed:''' There is a deep hum as if the creature was in thought. And than it replies "If you mean species - we are enforcer...and a bit of mutant" he explains "It is a pleasure Rift" he circles about lazedly "And yes....cars. We do not bother with one, as we are far to heavy for convetional vehicles. Though buses and trains often work well. But flying is nice" he glides upwards further doing a simple summersault through a cloud 

:'''{{#var:898|Kitora Alua (898)}} has posed:''' Kitora Alua flies upward. "I'm a mutant. When I'm not using my powers, I look mostly human - but the moment I start messing with gravity, I look like this..." She winks. "I try to enjoy it to the fullest." She hmmmms happily. "I was just heading back to the school." She ascends higher, and she can even see the distant building there. 

:'''{{#var:30|Bjorn (30)}} has posed:''' "It is good you enjoy your powers....it seems so many are unable to or afraid. We are able to alter forms...this one is for relaxing after work. But when on the job.."his form changes and seems to liquified in mid-air looking like it was all goo. And *just* at the core one can see a vagely human like form.     The goo engulfs this form and forms a new one around it. That of Crusader. He clasp his hands behind his heavy liquid metal cloak, and despite being in the air stood utterly still and straight. And...well he looked /alot/ less gentler than that manta way...downright intimidating to most folks. "We appear as such" 

:'''{{#var:898|Kitora Alua (898)}} has posed:''' Kitora Alua raises an eyebrow as you start to collapse into a tall figure. "So... you're... ummm... made of liquid... or something? Neat... wow, you're tall..." She ponders. "Should we go to the ground? We're almost over Xavier's grounds and... one like you would probably not be welcome... without a prior invitation..." 

:'''{{#var:30|Bjorn (30)}} has posed:''' "This form is our largest...of our humanoid ones anyways. We are not complete" he raps on his chest, the sound of metal hitting metal ringing out "Our....Host body is quite human like you" he explain simply "Most of the time anyways"     He looks to the ground "Hmmm, yes, most folks do not appreciate tresspassing. We would not want a School to feel unsafe" he notes, his tone never much changing. He nods in agreement and floats down in a precise and controlled manner, touching upon the ground with hardly a sound. 

:'''{{#var:898|Kitora Alua (898)}} has posed:''' Kitora Alua nods as she reorients herself and 'falls' towards the ground, head-first, and stops a few inches off the gorund, staying upside down, then slowly rotates and lands on her feet, smiling widely. She's still glowing. 

:'''{{#var:30|Bjorn (30)}} has posed:''' Crsuader watches with a stoic expression "You have very good control of your abilities it seems. What are you...a" he looks over Kitora appraisingly "Senior perhaps? Or perhaps you gained your powers earlier than other mutants" he wonders curiously. "Still, One must admire your control" though his difficult to read expression or lack-there-of made it near impossible to tell what he is thinking 

:'''{{#var:898|Kitora Alua (898)}} has posed:''' Kitora Alua smiles. "I don't have much else to live for right now... I got them when I was 12... and... my parent paid for it." She sighs softly as she just slumps down, hanging her head. "I hate thinking about them... I get so sad. When my powers kindled... I almost killed them." 

:'''{{#var:30|Bjorn (30)}} has posed:''' Crusader listens intently and actualy puts an astoundingly heavy hand on her shoulder. There is a distinct sensation he wasn't even putting the whole weight of his hand on her shoulder "Many mutants seem to have similar problems. One has seen....various mutants before. Being the cause of pain is not easy...but remember it is not your fault" he says "Hmmm, but perhaps it might be good to find a goal as something to look forward towards" 

:'''{{#var:898|Kitora Alua (898)}} has posed:''' Kitora Alua nods. "My powers went out of control - the house collapsed. From what I can tell, Mom's still in a wheelchair. But... I only know this fourth-hand for they all severed contact." She takes a deep breath and the aura fades, revealing a Japanese teenager with red hair and red eyes. "This... isn't hair dye. I tried to dye my hair black. But when I turn my powers on, it all is washed off." 

:'''{{#var:30|Bjorn (30)}} has posed:''' Crusader removes his hand "Your parents severed contact. One sees. We...do not understand this kind of pain. One parents did not even know One was a mutant untill...we were around 40 or 50" he admits.     He rubs his tendrilled beard "But you do not know first hand. Are you sure they are the ones that severed contact and not some other entity?" he asks curiously. He looks at the Japanese girl and the unusally colored hair and eyes "Hmmmm. You look fine as you are" 

:'''{{#var:898|Kitora Alua (898)}} has posed:''' Kitora Alua nods. "I know... but I look just a bit different." She gazes back at you. "You seem like a nice guy." She just sits on a nearby stump. "I just odn't know what to do with myself. I'm trying for a scholarship, though I might just go for being a professional chef." 

:'''{{#var:30|Bjorn (30)}} has posed:''' "At worst you look like a Japanses woman wearing tinted contact lenses and a a wig. At best...you just look like you. We can understand how you feel though...the part of One that was human does not exactly fall into the ctagory of normal looking theirself" he explains     A minor chuckle "First time someone has reffered to us as a nice guy" he rubs his tendrill beard, a few of them wrap about his arm. "Well, you can likely get scholarships for being japanese, for going down a career in being a self, and who know their may even be scholarships for being a mutant these days. Seem you have a good head on your shoulders" 

:'''{{#var:898|Kitora Alua (898)}} has posed:''' Kitora Alua raises an eyebrow. "You do seem like a nie person..." she muses. "But I don't know you that well. You said you had a more humanoid form? Could I see it?" she asks as she stretches, watching you curiously. 

:'''{{#var:30|Bjorn (30)}} has posed:''' "One is what One is. Mean or nice...One does not generally care how others percieve them" Crusader says simply. "And no....One said this was the largest of his humanoid forms." he rubs his beard in thought "But one can show you another humanoid form, one does not see a problem with this." he gives pause "....fair warning...One might seem different....understood?" 

:'''{{#var:898|Kitora Alua (898)}} has posed:''' Kitora Alua raises an eyebrow. "Different in appearances?" she asks faintly, clicking her tongue. "Or do your different forms have different personalities?" she asks. She ponders the situation. "Either way - it's good to make a new friend." 

:'''{{#var:30|Bjorn (30)}} has posed:''' "Guess you will find out. What life without a little Mystery?" he asks, his expression staying neutral throughout it all. And with that his form again begins to change. His once beard of tendrills turns into a regular fully fluffy beard, he grows large tusks, and he loses his armor, instead appearing in just cargo pants armored boots and bracers on his wrist, but otherwise no clothing. His ears become pointed and his skin is more or less pure white. A harness slung over his chest carries a rather large and unsual looking spear.     He gives a big stretch and looks around with a half lidded expression. He scratches his belly and gives a loud echoing burp "Heya kid" 

:'''{{#var:898|Kitora Alua (898)}} has posed:''' Kitora Alua just stares at Vorn. "Ummm.... hi?" she asks. "Not what I was expecting..." She tilts her head, gazing up. "You look like something from Lord of the Rings..." she muses, as she slowly walks around Vorn. "So... hi?" 

:'''{{#var:30|Bjorn (30)}} has posed:''' Vorn gives a deep beastial laugh "Haha. Very clever, and you look like a firetruck." he crosses his arms "What were you expect Redhead? Some sort of old man or somedin?" he grunts out. He was definintly alot more expressive. He begins cracking his back and checking his limb. He turns his arms and legs 360 and back "Not been out in ages!" he than turns his torso completely around so it looks like his back is where his front should. He than turns his head 360...and it just all sorts of twisted "Alright, so got any food on you Cheft Rift, rifty, riften river person girl....thing. Whatever, got food?" 

:'''{{#var:898|Kitora Alua (898)}} has posed:''' Kitora Alua shrugs. "I didn't think I needed a snack btween the diner and here. You hungry, Crusader?" she asks, clicking her tongue. "Or... do you want to go by a different name like this?" she asks, eyebrow raised. 

:'''{{#var:30|Bjorn (30)}} has posed:''' "No, got no need ta eat or junk. Just like ta" he grunts out cantankerously. "And itz Vorn" as it stands not only is he more expressive, but also sounds remarkably different from Crusader. He rights his body back to their proper positions "Might be the same person, but different too."he hmmms "Any fightin ringz bout these parts?" 

:'''{{#var:898|Kitora Alua (898)}} has posed:''' Kitora Alua shrugs. "That's not really a thing that happens around here - you might find some boxing or wrestling down in the big city." Her watch starts beeping. "Oh! It's almost dinnertime at the cafeteria! I need to get going." 

:'''{{#var:30|Bjorn (30)}} has posed:''' Vorn rolls his eyes "BORING!!! We need ta get some explosionz und fightin happenin" he proclaims "Now that should get the blood pumping" he rolls his shoulder "Bah, find, get going. Got cars ta smash or somedin anyways" he turns and begins back in the direction of the diner. Hopefully there won't be any smash cars by the next morning! 
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3118/My Place or Yours

2017-11-11T11:46:24Z

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|Poses=:'''{{#var:137|Clint Barton (137)}} has posed:''' Practice time again. Clint's in the gym at the Triskelion with his bow and quiver shooting targets. One arrow at a time, two, three, he tries to keep it interesting even if he's just standing and shooting. No flips or other stuff this time, it's pretty much just a cool down and a little shooting to clear his head. As he shoots, he has music playing over the speaker on his phone, Red Hot Chilli Peppers, "Californication" what can he say, he was a child of the early 2000s. 

:'''{{#var:1191|Skye Johnson (1191)}} has posed:''' Folks probably don't believe that Skye travels anywhere without her laptop. They'd be wrong. At least today they would be. She has, in her own estimation, done just about everything she can prepare for the upcoming mission. Everything, that is, except relax. She's all shades and flavours of tense.. Which is, ultimately, what brings her to the training room at the Triskelion. Another thing folks would lose a bet over: Skye Johnson? Training in her free time? Willingly? Without a gun at her head? *gasp* Wonders, will they never cease? She does have her gun, though she's not dressed in full kit. Were this an actual exercise.. but it's not. Just some target practice, and some blowing off steam. Her companion is noted with a grin. "Hey, asshole, want to bring that sound into the same century as the rest of us?" 

:'''{{#var:137|Clint Barton (137)}} has posed:''' "Whoa, what's that, I hear? Skye, in the training room? Someone call security, we've got an imposter! A bad one too, no laptop, dead giveaway," Clint says looking over at Skye while he blind fires an arrow into the center of the target. The jerk doesn't look back to check, he just knows it hit. "Also, the Peppers are timeless, thank you very much." 

:'''{{#var:1191|Skye Johnson (1191)}} has posed:''' "Blah blah blah blah," Skye murmurs, "I see your lips moving, but I can't hear a word you say." She pauses to watch the shot, brow furrowing as he does, indeed, hit the bullseye dead centre, without even looking. "Fuck, how do you do that anyway? I can hit the target - had to to pass my certs - but jesus man, make the rest of us look bad, why don't you. I really need to get you into my house and show you what I can do." She makes her way over, and nods with her chin at the music, "Why am I not surprised you listen to shit like that?" 

:'''{{#var:137|Clint Barton (137)}} has posed:''' "Wait is that a deaf joke?" Clint says eyes rounding with surprise, before he shakes his head and smiles. "Been checking up on me?" he asks. Yep, he's like 80% deaf, he just hides it well thanks to some Stark-tech hearing aids. "How do I do it? Like that old line about Carnegie Hall, practice, practice, practice. I didn't have much of a life as a kid, or now really, spent most of it shooting. And, me in your house would be... painful, I am so not a computer guy." The last gets a scoff. "And what do you listen to?" 

:'''{{#var:1191|Skye Johnson (1191)}} has posed:''' Skye makes a face, one eye squinting up some, her scowl one of disbelief, "That's what you got out of that? A deaf joke? Why on earth would I make a deaf joke." With a shake of her head, her features relax. She reaches up and pulls her hair away from her face, and snaps the ponytail holder from her wrist about the locks, making them neat and tidy for a training session "As for checking up on you, nah. Just hit the point where I think I've done everything I can and anything more is just going to push me over the edge. So now I pace. Or, you know, blow off steam. Thought I'd get some targets in, and maybe some circuits in the gym. The comment about not beig a computer guy gets a trademark smirk, the young woman taking her gun and going through the safety check. "The whole point of you in my house is letting me show off for a change, hotshot. And actually, I like lots of music. Mostly giving you grief. Did the whole technopop and thrash thing. Some death metal. You know the stuff. Decided I liked my hearing a little too much and toned it down some. I was angrier back then." 

:'''{{#var:137|Clint Barton (137)}} has posed:''' Clint just smirks when it turns out that it wasn't so much a deaf joke as just a joke. "Because," he sets up a shot. "I'm deaf?" he asks as he takes a shot. Bullseye. "Well, mostly." "Ah so the mysterious mission of mystery is all set huh? When's it going down?" he asks. Clint puts down the bow and moves over to Skye's spot on the range as she goes through the safety checks. If things were going to get loud it was probably best if they weren't shouting across the room at each other. "Well, odds are good I'm not even good enough to know how good you are, what I know about hacking mostly comes from that movie in the 90's. Still, I'm game to give it a shot, let you kick my ass up and down, whatever it is hackers kick asses up and down. The music choices are nodded to. "I did have a death metal phase, now though I mostly stick to the music I liked as a teenager, plus some stuff friends introduced me to." 

:'''{{#var:1191|Skye Johnson (1191)}} has posed:''' "Seriously? You're deaf?" Skye arches a brow as she regards him with renewed consideration. "Could have fooled me. But, no. It was just a joke. I almost went another route, but that one sounded funnier to me at the time. Guess it wasn't." She shrugs. The gun checks out, and she returns the magazine to its proper place, setting the gun down on the shelf in front of her, that she might give Clint her attention while she gets her ear protection. Sure, you fire out in public without, but safety first and all that. "Oh, I wouldn't kick your ass. No point to it. Might teach you a thing or two. Thought you might like to see what's going to go down with the mission." She looks over, "Depends on the Director. But soon, I think. We need to get our teams set up and in place, and then it's go." Her ear protection is put on. "I like jazz and indie. The Peppers are just fine. Just a little grief for you." Unlike him, she has to actually be looking at the target to shoot. "Ears on, please." 

:'''{{#var:137|Clint Barton (137)}} has posed:''' "Yep, since I was a kid, and it was still funny," Clint assures her. "Even more with you not knowing." Though he does sign 'jerk' to her as he chuckles to himself. "Oh, if it's a lesson then count me in, doubly so if I get to find out about the mission. So, what's the team about, all hackers or are you guys going in physically as well?" he asks. "Figured. Grief is sort of our thing," he grabs some ear protectors off the range wall and drops them over his ears and gives her a thumbs-up. "Ready when you are." 

:'''{{#var:1191|Skye Johnson (1191)}} has posed:''' "her replies are saved until she's spent her rounds on the target. Each a precise squeeze of the trigger. She's not going for speed rounds here, just accuracy. And, truth be known, to get comfortable with the idea that she carries one of these around with her now. Like a cell phone, she needs to make it part of her package. her lethal lover so to speak. She's not a bad shot. Decent grouping. All within the inner circles. No strays. Not the precise cluster of singular 'hole' that some agents can produce, but not too shabby. Even if he can outperform her. Her target sheet is looked at with a considered nod, as she reaches up and tugs her ear protectors down to dwindle over her shoulders about her neck. "Teams aren't hacker teams. Hackers are Nat and I. The teams are strike forces. We're guessing where we might need them, and they'll be waiting go once we start to pull in information from the hack." He gets a grin, knowing she's feeding piecemeal to him. "First, I don't need to know sign to know what that meant. Or close enough. And grief doesn't have to be our thing. Not really." 

:'''{{#var:137|Clint Barton (137)}} has posed:''' Clint watches the shots with an expert's eye. "Nice," he concludes when the hear protectors are pulled down again. "You'll be even better when you get used to having the thing around you. Still looking a little bit like you're afraid it'll bite you," he opines. Which can happen with the slide and all, but that's not what he means. He nods about the teams. "Gotcha, so you and Nat pull the data, then the strike teams go get the bad guys. So, which bad guys are we talking here? Hydra? AIM? Space aliens?" He chuckles at her remarks answering in sign before he switches modes back to speaking, "I mean, I have no Idea what you're talking about," he nods. "And sure, I'm open to other options besides grief." 

:'''{{#var:1191|Skye Johnson (1191)}} has posed:''' Skye makes a face. She knows exactly what he means about 'biting'. "Yeah. I figured that's exactly what it looks like. I'm trying to break it in so I don't reek of new agent. I'm sure they spray us with something anyway. Probably put it in our daily showers." Still, she's satisfied with her performance. "Well, if you like grief, we can keep it up." For the moment she ignores the other topic on the table, and contemples her gun. "Another round? But figure if we're going to be friends we don't have to keep up the asshole act. It's fun and all, but not mandatory." The empty magazine is removed, and another is procurred. "Enh.. Not precisely Nat and I pulling data. It's a bit more complicated than that. And Hydra. You know that attack a couple weeks back?" 

:'''{{#var:137|Clint Barton (137)}} has posed:''' "Yeah, they had me rig up the sprayers last week," Clint confirms with a knowing smirk. "And yeah, it's just about getting used to the thing. After the mission try to get to the range a bit more and it'll come." "I'm good with a little grief, it's sort of the language everyone speaks around here, but good with dropping the asshole act too and trying to be friends like normal people." He pulls up his ear protectors and nods "Sure, another round's good. And yeah, I know the attack you mean." He drops the protectors into place. 

:'''{{#var:1191|Skye Johnson (1191)}} has posed:''' Skye nods, putting her ear protection back and shooting again. Faster this time. More a rapid series of shots than the measured pulls earlier. Her precision suffers -- but less than one might expect. She's a decently steady hand, and a good eye. And none of the bad habits many agents arrive with because of prior experience or watching bad John Woo movies. She's silent until she pulls the target back, looking at it with a grimace. "Okay. About what I expected. Well, maybe a little better than." He gets a nod as she pulls the ear protectors off fully this time, setting them on the ledge in front of her along with her gun. "Well, we don't have to be assholes to one another. A little grief goes a long way. And that's the attack I mean. They got into our mainframe and shut the system down. I returned the favour when I ran interference. As luck would have it, I was doing security clearances when the whole mess when down. I managed to insert some sleeper code back into their link." 

:'''{{#var:137|Clint Barton (137)}} has posed:''' The lack of bad habits is noted. He'd seen a lot of the know-it-alls come through the range and they have a hard time letting go of what they'd learned. Blank slates do better every time. He pulls off the ear protectors and looks down range. "You've got the fundamentals, practice will take care of the rest." Setting his protectors on the rack he says. "Agreed," about the grief before he gives her a considering look. "So wait, you were running defense and offense at the same time basically? I am no expert, but that does sound pretty bad ass," he says with his lips tugging into a smile. "So, now you've got this code on the inside, and you and Nat are going to leverage that and complete the reversal, get into their system and steal their shit?" 

:'''{{#var:1191|Skye Johnson (1191)}} has posed:''' Skye grins. "Defense, offense, and Director Fury. It was wonderful." But her amusement is shortlived. It was actually a very serious event, and like Nat, when it comes down to business, she's focused and nothing of the smartass he's seen her be. Though their training sessions up to now may have already clued him into that. "Nat and I are going to go in in two separate attacks. She's my decoy. I need them to think she's a serious enough attack to let me ride in on their defense unnoticed and active the sleeper code so that we can download as much of their data as possible. Then set off a codebomb that should shut them down for a decent amount of time." Though your mileage may vary on what a decent amount of time is. "The strike teams are to take out any cells we locate through the attack." She nods, looking thoughtful, before turning to take care of her equipment. Putting the headgear away. Accounting for targets and spent magazines. Re-aquiring ammo. "It's my baby. Fury gave me carte blanche." 

:'''{{#var:137|Clint Barton (137)}} has posed:''' "No wonder he bumped you up to level two, that's some serious ass kicking right there," Clint says as he steps back to give her room to put away her gear. Something he's neglected to do so far. "Sounds like a solid plan, cool that Fury's letting you run with it. Any idea who's running the strike teams? I might just want to volunteer if they need people." 

:'''{{#var:1191|Skye Johnson (1191)}} has posed:''' Skye's nose crinkles as she finishes her tasks and puts her gun back in its holster. "I was beginning to think I'd be in training forever. Not that I really blame them. I wasn't exactly a team player. And there was no reason to believe I would be up until this point." It's a serious look she gives him, "I'm not even sure how long the training period usually runs." Her gear put away, he's looked to to lead on. Probably back to put away his gack, or to watch him take more shots. "Maybe I was right on track all things considered." She can only nod at his comment about the plan. "I've been wracking my brain trying to think of all the ins and outs of what they m ight have there to ruin the plan. You wanted to know why I've been glued to the laptop? That's why. We get one shot at this. One. And if I've made a mistake, we all pay. As for the strike teams, it's my baby. You want on, I can put in a word. No clue where you'd be sent, but I'd be happy to have you on board." He gets a grin. "Seriously. Fury's words were anything I wanted at my discretion. Full access to all SHIELD resources. You're a resource, right?" 

:'''{{#var:137|Clint Barton (137)}} has posed:''' Clint laughs, "I have no idea how long people are supposed to be trained to be honest, they just sort of gave me work and trained me as I went." He gives a shrug at that and the goes back to square his own gear away. Targets are disposed of, arrows and his bow are put away carefully in a duffle bag that he puts over his shoulder. "Sounds like you were if they've given you all this to run with," really it was impressive, his eyebrow raises with surprise when he finds out she's got command of the strike teams too. He nods. "Yes I am," he says of being a resource. "And yeah, count me in then, boss." 

:'''{{#var:1191|Skye Johnson (1191)}} has posed:''' "Ooooo, boss, huh?" Skye laughs, but not before sighing again. "So that's what all the fuss is. Welcome aboard, by the way. Pick your team. You have have first choice of objectives. Knowing I'll kick your ass if you fuck up." Her lips press along an amused line. "And I should probably look into food. Yes. Yes I eat. Sometimes even without being forcibly made to. You're welcome to come along if you want, but it's probably just going to be the break room. I need to run a couple lines of code down again after just to be sure." 

:'''{{#var:137|Clint Barton (137)}} has posed:''' "Yes ma'am," Clint confirms, grinning. "And yeah, it sounds like that's the deal, but Fury wouldn't have given you the op if he didn't think you could pull it off." At the mention of food he cocks his head a little and says, "Yeah, I can eat. Lead on, and you can fill me in on the rest of this mission." 
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3117/Log 3117

2017-11-11T11:45:16Z

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|Poses=:'''{{#var:1429|Caroline Ramsey (1429)}} has posed:'''     There've been rumors, and weird shifts, within the underworld of Gotham. What it boils down to is some new person moving in on the Bat's turf. At that, the process has been... Brutal. Descriptions of the injuries vary, but overall, shattered bones and conspicuously severed muscle fibers are common. The shattering of bones is incredible aggressive, and in many occasions, they strangely are not accompanied by blunt force trauma or other injuries that breaking a bone would require.     There are testimonies of what this new person looks like, too- Canary, apparently, encountered her. Relatively normal and plain looking woman. Porcelain white skin, blue eyes. Typically in a sweater and jeans- nothing impressive, but enough to go on for someone like... Well, so far, -anyone- in the Bat-family to find her.     Tonight, she's just... Wandering the Narrows. Nothing is going on, tonight- as apparently temporarily there is a lull in criminal activity, even in this particular part of Gotham. What is most disconcerting about this woman's arrival, however, is that in response to the brutal treatment that the scum of Gotham are receiving, many of the criminals that can are up-arming, going from knives to guns, or from guns to bigger guns. 

:'''{{#var:68|Red Hood (68)}} has posed:'''     Bigger guns coming to Gotham Streets? Has Christmas come early for the Red Hood? You bet! When the criminals get big guns, the Red Hood goes shopping...and by shopping we mean releving the criminals of those guns. Most he destroys out of spite, but Jason is nothing if not a practical vigilante. He collects anything new or strange he can carry, and makes sure to appropreate any ammo the scum of the alleys bring to his stomping grounds.     This new player, however, has gotten his attention. Not only has his honor been impuned as the most brutal vigilante around, but not just anyone can take up the mantle of villain hunter in the dark streets of Gotham City. At best, they would become a distraction. At worse, they will turn into another body in the morgue. The Red Hood is on the hunt, using the rooftops as his method of hunting for the described woman, but attempting to keep a distance. Metas are nothing to be trifled with. 

:'''{{#var:1429|Caroline Ramsey (1429)}} has posed:'''     Caroline is deceptively not someone to be trifled with- she doesn't look very threatening, but the reports of encounters describe her as being incredibly agile, and at least some minor degree stronger than she looks. That's something the most of it, though, as the shock and pain of encountering her has rendered most of her 'victims' incapable of remembering some of the specifics.     Nothing completely out of the mundane in terms of weaponry is available for poaching. Pistols have just been traded in for automatics, and smaller automatics have been traded for assault rifles. Nothing has been successful in even hitting this new assailant... So far. It seems a futile gesture, but then again, the criminals of Gotham are not exactly -skilled.-     Caroline herself is easy enough to find, walking the Narrows on foot. She sticks out somewhat like a sore thumb, because- well, to be frank- she's an attractive looking woman, walking around, at night, alone. It's basically crime-bait, and nobody seems to be biting this evening. 

:'''{{#var:68|Red Hood (68)}} has posed:'''     The Hood has taken the bait though. From atop the roofs, Jason looks through the scope of his rifle. He catches sight of the young lady, and lets out a sigh. "Well that is just unhealthy, unless she is a Kryptonian," He pulls his eyes away from the scope. "Jesus that is a terrifying thought." He grumbles to himself.     Jason slings the rifle on his back, and takes off. He parkours over the rooftops to get closer to the woman. 

:'''{{#var:1429|Caroline Ramsey (1429)}} has posed:'''     Whether she can see Hood or not is impossible to -really- tell, as she doesn't -seem- to... But at the same time, there's a level of vigilante paranoia that is likely to set in regardless of whether or not she can conceivably perceive him. She doesn't stop walking, nor does she hitch or pause. In reality, Caroline would be able to see him, if she was actually looking. She hasn't heard him yet, but there's this form of footsies that is involved in the superheroic crowd meeting one another. 

:'''{{#var:68|Red Hood (68)}} has posed:''' Red Hood looks around, ensuring the coast is clear. "Might as well get this over with," He grumbles from behind his helmet. "Waiting will just get someone killed." He hefts a piece of broken brick in his hand and gives it a toss. He aims specifically at the ground next to Caroline to get her attention. 

:'''{{#var:1429|Caroline Ramsey (1429)}} has posed:'''     At the clatter of the brick, Caroline seems... Not surprised, but caught some degree of unawares. However, despite that, from the position of the brick she looks immediately to where Hood is on the rooftop- hiding or not. It's pretty incredible, those glowing eyes of hers locking on the looming vigilante. However, he looks much more sinister than the others she's met, which sets her a little more on edge than when she met Batman. Her hands slip from the pockets of her jeans- she isn't taking a stance of any kind, nor is she -saying- anything. She's just... Looking at him, otherwise ready. 

:'''{{#var:68|Red Hood (68)}} has posed:''' The Red Hood hrmphs to himself once. "Definitely meta then," He says, shaking his head slightly. "This should be fun."     Jason waves to Caroline, motioning to a fire escape and then motioning for her to come up. He turns his back on her and moves just out of sight, waiting to see if the woman would join him or not. He stashes the rifle, so as to not be overtly threatening. 

:'''{{#var:1429|Caroline Ramsey (1429)}} has posed:'''     It has probably been a while since someone did this to Jason. He turns his back to her, and then slings the firearm, and then turns back around- and without the noise of a fire escape, or anything the like, Caroline is standing there on the edge of the rooftop. She's around the exact position that he was in a few moments ago. It's basically a Batman thing. She isn't flying, though, so that's good, but that does leave him sort of out the loop on how she gets around. She still hasn't said anything, but on the rooftop like that, she does cut a mildly imposing figure. 

:'''{{#var:68|Red Hood (68)}} has posed:'''     Jason turns around and sees her standing there. Thankfully the mask covers his face so she can't see the puzzled expression. "Yeah, leaning more towards Kryptonian now," He says, crossing his arms. "Rumor has it you've been dishing out a boat load of beatings, Miss. Granted its to the criminal element of Gotham, which is why you don't have more people on your ass right now than just me. What's drawn me here actually, is your methods." 

:'''{{#var:1429|Caroline Ramsey (1429)}} has posed:'''     Caroline does mysterious pretty well. He approaches, and funnily enough, mentions something that she has never heard of. Her brow raises about the time that her methods are questioned, and she takes a single, calm step off of the rim of the roof to make her way towards him. Her silence is a little maddening, but at the same time, it's hard not to understand its meaning- she's inquiring about his statements. She doesn't seem to feel like her input is required, yet. 

:'''{{#var:68|Red Hood (68)}} has posed:''' Jason grumbles again. "So typically conversations go more than one way," He says, raising an eyebrow at Caroline. "Taking to a brick wall is not as much fun as people make it sound." Jason lets his hands fall to his side, and squares his shoulders. "What I am asking is rather simple. Who are you? What are you doing? And give me a reason why I should let you continue to operate in my city?" 

:'''{{#var:1429|Caroline Ramsey (1429)}} has posed:'''     She speaks- which, probably, ruins the conversation for Jason. The noise that she makes is nothing properly approaching a voice, even though it can be recognized as one. It's more of a harsh rasp, like a death rattle twisted into words. It hitches on sounds and syllables, and she sounds almost like something from a horror movie, given flesh. Best not to really -think- about it. "My name is Caroline Ramsey. I am doing everything I can." And then, because Hood postured, got aggressive, she returns that aggression- it is only fair. "Because I do not believe you can stop me." 

:'''{{#var:68|Red Hood (68)}} has posed:'''     "Doing everything you can, huh?" Jason replies, narrowing his gaze. "To turn all criminals in gotham into mince meat? Don't get me wrong, I don't blame you for wanting to make Gotham a better place, but what happens when you make a mistake, go to far, hurt the wrong person. You haven't killed anyone yet to my knowledge, or we wouldn't be having his conversation...if you can call it that." Jason doesn't back down, but he doesn't step up either. "I'm not here to posture or threaten. I'm here to observe and record." 

:'''{{#var:1429|Caroline Ramsey (1429)}} has posed:'''     "That's correct." she notes, slipping her hands back into her pockets. "To stop the people that have been abusing this city for a very, very long time. If that involves the pain and suffering of those that deserve a modicum of it, then I think that is... Acceptable." Her head then rocks to one side. "You approach me with a rifle and expect me to dignify that statement in any way? I will do less lethal damage than you do, and my judgment is... Particularly apt." 

:'''{{#var:68|Red Hood (68)}} has posed:'''     "I /tracked/ you with a rifle," Jason replies with a soft chuckle. "There is a difference. If you want to be technical, and most people in this city do, I approached you with a brick." He lets out a sigh and raises an eyebrow at Caroline. "What makes your judgment more apt than anyone else? What empowers you to be judge and jury?" 

:'''{{#var:1429|Caroline Ramsey (1429)}} has posed:'''     Caroline shrugs, slightly. "In Gotham, the task is not necessarily very... Hard. There is an extreme lack of moral subtlety within its citizenry. There always have been." she notes, offering a lilt of her head for a moment. "For example, I would wager any one of the Waynes is probably an upstanding individual, but I haven't met any of them in the past... Fifty years. Not much has changed since then." 

:'''{{#var:68|Red Hood (68)}} has posed:'''     "Fifty years," Jason muses, a bit of mirth coming into his voice. "Well...you look well preserved for your age."     At the mention of the Waynes, Jason has to stiffle a laugh. "You'd probably like the current living Wayne," Jason says, crossing his arms again. "You and him would get along swimmingly. As far as the moral subtlety of Gotham's citizenry, or the difficulting of cleaning up Gotham's streets, you'd be surprised. There is complexity everywhere. You need to simply look for it." 

:'''{{#var:1429|Caroline Ramsey (1429)}} has posed:'''     Caroline nods a moment. "That is... Correct," she states, at the last statement. "After all, there is an extreme difference between, for example, a child stealing the wheels of an automobile so that they can survive, and a person stepping out of an alleyway with a pistol intent on taking money and lives. There is plenty of base complexity, but it is not entirely difficult to work through. The fear presented by the... Examples that have been made drives the sadistic and depraved to revealing their depravity, and for the fearful and desperate to reveal their motivations." 

:'''{{#var:68|Red Hood (68)}} has posed:'''     Jason's eyes narrow again, and his brow furrows beneath the helmet. He doesn't say anything for a long moment. "Or it will drive them further underground," He growls. "Ruining the investigations of the police and their allies. Allowing the bigger fish to get away." 

:'''{{#var:1429|Caroline Ramsey (1429)}} has posed:'''     "If they are in Gotham, they are almost certainly as underground as they can make themselves, but going deeper will not offer them any further protection. You are not incorrect, however, but I would argue that, frustratingly, I have seen that the police and its detectives are sorely... Lacking. They have a level of... Corruption that is, frankly, disgusting- but it is not, really, new." 

:'''{{#var:68|Red Hood (68)}} has posed:'''     "We must work with the tools we are given," Jason responds, putting his hands on his hips. "That include corruption inherent in the system, super powers, and high powered firearms." He turns, scooping up his rifle and slinging it over his shoulder. "But there are a few who are stand up individuals. Look to Gordon. He can help."     Jason turns back and gives Caroline another hard stare. "You aren't a direct danger," He grumbles again. "You haven't crossed any lines I haven't at some point, but don't assume that just because I seem to be human, that you will always win. Everyone has a weakness."     The Red Hood turns to leave, walking away and leaving Caroline in on the rooftop. If she had anything else to say, now would be the time. 

:'''{{#var:1429|Caroline Ramsey (1429)}} has posed:'''     Caroline stands there for a short while longer, but admittedly, it does not take long for him to get far enough away that she decides against making any comment. He is not entirely wrong. There are people here that she can speak to, of which, Commissioner Gordon is a good first step. There are some issues with that, however, in that she has no particularly good way to contact the Commissioner.     Showing up randomly near Barbara is probably her best bet. That'll go well, though she doesn't necessarily know that Barbara exists yet. Taking a step or two backwards, Caroline steps off of the roof ledge behind her, and drops to the ground without a sound, walking in her own direction. 
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3116/The Life and Times of Cindy Moon: Girl Power!

2017-11-11T11:44:27Z

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|Poses=:'''{{#var:1156|Cindy Moon (1156)}} has posed:'''     Somedays being a superheroine is pretty dang cool.     But then there are days like today... "Hey maybe we can talk about this.." Silk says as she stares at a very, very large person- someone who stands a good ten feet tall. Its been on the news for the past ten minutes, one young woman dressed in spider silk being beaten from one end of Manhattan to the other. She hasn't given up, despite the fact she looks injured at this very moment. "I know a good place for Korean food- its got some really good Kimchi!" she suggests as the brute of a creature rushes forward     Silk is poetry in motion- beyond agile, its like watching someone who's designed to dance through combat. But sometimes, that just isn't enough. Beyond strong, this beast manages to grab Silk by the foot and toss her again.     "Almost out of webbing.." Cindy says to herself as she uses the last of her organic webbing to try and slow her fall- it only partially works. She ends up *THUDDING* into the outer wall of the Themysciran Embassy hard enough to make the wall shudder. "Ow." 

:'''{{#var:42|Diana Prince (42)}} has posed:''' Diana wasn't at her own embassy today, as it would so happen, she was at an event in central park. But the scale of the fight that was going on was as public as these things tended to get and word spread rather quickly over the events gathered audience that an explanation of it eventually reached Diana at her place on the stage that was setup for said event. In a flashy display she'd tossed off her robe and shot off into the sky, to the cheers of the entire audience... it hadn't been Diana's style to be so flashy for onlookers, but situations sometimes just result in that. Diana crossed her way over the buildings of Manhattan until she zeroed in on the fight... she saw it just so happened to be right in front of her New York home, a frown briefly touched her lips. Diana rushed then toward the fight, her hands going behind her back to pull sword and lasso from her leather harness. She rushed at where Cindy had started to fall and easily would catch her in her lasso-holding arm. Diana swooped up to the roof of a nearby building and set Cindy down. "Are you alright?" She'd ask the young woman, she knew who she was from her Super Hero Tracking reports from the Justice League, at least her Spider-identity anyway. 

:'''{{#var:1156|Cindy Moon (1156)}} has posed:'''     This particular Spider-Identity has only been active for a number of days. Silk is the name that's been attached to her. Her first appearance was fighting some beast far beyond her strength, luckily, other heroes came to help. The videos of her diving into the vehicle the beast was trying to eat has millions of hits already- diving head-long into danger to save a toddler. Apart from that, there was very, very little information on this particular heroine. Its like she appeared from no-where.     Well, that *Thud* was expected, but apparently, she was saved by none other than Wonder Woman! "Oh. Er. Yes, everything is well in hand. Just wearing it down for the eventual KO-Strike!" she offers with a bit of a self-deprecating humor.     The huge beast of a humanoid jumps after his 'plaything'. If there is one thing Cindy's done right, its kept collateral damage to a minimum. Instead, she took the hits instead of letting others get hurt. Silk is on her feet, "Uh, so, we should stop the badguy, right?" she wonders as the beast lands not far from where Cindy had been flung (and saved) not moments ago. "Puny spider-woman! Destucto will smash you like the bug you are!"     Despite the obvious bruises on Silk's face, and the nasty dislocated look to one of the young woman's shoulders, she's already running headlong into danger again- only taking a moment to wrench her own shoulder back into its socket with a soft grunt of pain. "Lets go!" 

:'''{{#var:42|Diana Prince (42)}} has posed:''' Diana was used to seeing these new super heroes flamboyantly throw themselves toward danger, and she knew she was partly to blame for it too. Ever since stepping out of the background and becoming a public figurehead for super heroics... Diana had witnessed a spike in these sorts of things, and it only grew more and more each year. After she set Silk down she'd take a step back from the girl and she'd offer her a soft nod. "Be vigilant in your awareness of your surroundings... the danger can escape your protection in the split of a moment." She warned the young one before the 'monster' came at them again. Diana would move to sweep around the creature and she'd lash out with her golden lasso to snare it and bind it to her so it could only rage-fight withing her lasso's range. "What you have left of your webbing, pin it down!" Diana would shout to Silk then as her glowing golden lasso was doubtlessly making the creature thrash wildly! 

:'''{{#var:1156|Cindy Moon (1156)}} has posed:'''     "Okay, yeah. Aware of my surroundings." Diana had no way of knowing that Silk's awareness of their surroundings was intense. So intense that it was sometimes difficult to actual absorb all of the information her Silk-Sense was feeding her. "Right! Okay! Except, one thing, I don't have enough to pin it down!" Silk states then, as she approaches the raging beast.     Awareness was clearly not the issue here- Silk's movements are impossibly graceful. A fist comes down, and she shifts just right- body twisting until she's jumping off the beast's forearm as it falls to kick it hard in the face. She flits back and shoots what she's got left of her silk at the beast's feet- well. Foot. The left one. Enough to grapple that particular limb and attach it to the ground. 

:'''{{#var:42|Diana Prince (42)}} has posed:''' When the mosnter's foot came down and Cindy's silk webbing latched onto it, Diana was already on the charging-move toward it. She'd heard the young Silk express her lack of additional silk ammunition and though thiw as disappointing to hear, Diana could roll with the punches on the field of battle and as such she instantly adjusted her attention and attacked the beast in her shining golden lasso! Where the spider-silk was attached to the creature's feet, is where Wonder Woman's sword would strike, diving in deep on the hulk-thing's leg intending to stab the shining metal blade of Athena into the monstrosity's knee joint! 

:'''{{#var:1156|Cindy Moon (1156)}} has posed:'''     Whatever super-human resilience the beast had to being kicked in the face, that same resilience clearly did not extend to Amazonian Blades being stabbed into its knee. It falls over with a roar of pain, both hands going to grab its knee, "My knee! You harpies!" it shouts, as it rolls on the ground in pain. "Aaahh!" it isn't particularly resistant to pain, either.     Silk continues to distract the beast as Diana goes in for the attack! Cheering as the powerful Wonder Woman takes the creature down- or at least, stops it from the rampage for now. "That's enough out of you there, Curbstomp." she says as she uses the last of her webbing to cover the creature's face with the sticky stuff- muffling the string of curses that follow. The beast is definitely out of this fight.     Silk hops away, and grins- a bit of blood on her teeth, "We did it!" she says with a cheer! 

:'''{{#var:42|Diana Prince (42)}} has posed:''' While Silk was covering the monster's face up with webbing, Diana was leaping onto its back and using her lasso to 'hog tie' him up so that his wrists and ankles were all tied together behind his back. She'd stand up then on said back and she'd look down at the creature's head... She'd step off of his shoulders and down to stare at him eye to eye, glaring at him with a severe look of disatisfaction as he looked back at her with rage and anger, looks she was all too familar with. Diana would turn her eyes back toward Cindy then. She'd turn to face her fully and her sword was slipped back into her sheath on her back. "What is your name?" She asked Cindy then. "I have seen your videos, but I do not want to speak the name wrong and disrespect you." She'd say in her thickly accented English. 

:'''{{#var:1156|Cindy Moon (1156)}} has posed:'''     "Cin..er.. Silk!" Silk replied, "When I'm like this, I'm Silk." The young woman states, indicating her truly thrown together superheroing outfit of white silk webbing that looks like she made it herself. It fits close to her body, but seems to do the trick of being easy to move in. "And I'm in videos already? Wow." she says, as she takes a slow breath. "I really shouldn't stick around too long, Wonder Woman." she mentions, "I'm still sort of new, and I don't want to give the wrong impression, and I *really* don't want to be questioned by the police." She suggests, "I mean, I'm not like you Justice League guys. I don't have that kind of exposure.. or protection."     "You're really good with that lasso!" Silk offers by way of compliment. 

:'''{{#var:42|Diana Prince (42)}} has posed:''' Diana would listen to all of this and a small smile would form on her lips. She'd glance to the monster that they had duo'd together and then look back to the young woman in costume across from her. "Well, Silk." She started, leveling her blue geze and dipping her pointed chin ever so slightly. "You did very good here today." She'd tell the girl. "I want you to be proud of it. You stopped this, thing, from likely causing a great deal of damage, if not injures or deaths to innocent lives." She raised her chin again then and smiled openly more. "So thank you." At the beast she would once more look to, specifically the lasso that he was hogtied with. "Practice." Diana Prince would then say before turning her gaze back to Silk. "Never stop practicing. It is absolutely essential." She would then nod once to Silk. "You have my blessing to go and avoid the hassles that are to come with cleaning this up. Remember to seek me out, if you need help. You are not alone in any of this." 

:'''{{#var:1156|Cindy Moon (1156)}} has posed:'''     "Okay, I'll keep that in mind." Silk offers as she sets off at a dead sprint. She leaps and attaches to the side of a building, crawling up the side quickly and hurrying off away from what was sure to be a swarm of government attention on the area.     There is a moment when Silk looks back. A moment when Diana's nearly supernatural empathy can read something- uncertainty, loneliness. This is a young woman who knows nothing of Sisterhood- who seems uneasy around crowds. Around people in general- as if all of that was foreign to her. Fear and uncertainty is key to her being, in this moment. She's searching the horizon- looking over her shoulders. Watching. Careful..     And then she's gone, leaping from rooftop to rooftop away from the fight 

:'''{{#var:42|Diana Prince (42)}} has posed:''' Diana would watch her go and she'd keep an eye on her until she disappeared. Then she'd be pulled away by the sounds of the police sirens down below at the street and she'd walk to the edge of the building and peer over it. A hand would be raised to the police to signal her location down to them so they knew where to find her and 'it' and then she'd turn to 'it' and walk over toward him. Diana would fold her arms together over her armored stomach and she'd just glare down at him. "Stupid." She finally said at him while quite literally just staring at him with a judgemental glare. When the meta-containment unit would arrive on the roof, Diana would let them put him into a state of easily moveable and then she'd retrieve her lasso and return it to her belt. She would make a mental note to keep a watch oer Silk's activities from afar, any new hero who was clearly still making their own costumes was a hero who still needed a lot of guideance. 

:'''{{#var:1156|Cindy Moon (1156)}} has posed:'''     "I'm not stupid." The beastly creature says, as it stares up at Diana. "If she lives, we die. That girl needs to die to protect a lot of people. I was trying to make ti quick and easy, but she's not about to give up." He growls quietly, "Mark my words, you witch. You'll be sorry you didn't let me kill that woman."     But the creature is soon taken away by the MCU- to go where a creature like him belonged, without a doubt.     Miles away, Silk settled into a squat somewhere in Manhattan- an abandoned attic without any kind of ground access. She just settles back with a groan, eyes half lidded as she finally takes a moment to breath.. "Real smart. Gotta watch those angles." she mumbles to herself, before exhaustion takes over and she's out like a light. 

:'''{{#var:42|Diana Prince (42)}} has posed:''' Diana would stalk toward the beast after he said those words and she went right up to him, nearly touching him with her presence. "Mark -my- words." She replied in an intimidating push. "If you... or anyone associated with you... lays a finger on her, or any other innocent person.... your knee will not the last place on you I explore with my sword's blade." She could threaten with the best of them, and after she said it, she'd turn and leave the detained creature in the hands of the meta-unit team of the NYPD. Diana would walk back to the edge of the building and simply drop down to the street level to answer questions and speak with the media. 

:'''{{#var:1156|Cindy Moon (1156)}} has posed:'''     The beast chuckles, "Suit yourself. I tried to help." But then he's put away into the truck that'll take him to the proper prison. Away he goes. 

:'''{{#var:1156|Cindy Moon (1156)}} has posed:'''     In another universe, somewhere along the Web of Fate a man looks up quietly, nose twitching. "The Spider Bride is on the move. She's awake. Out from hiding. Our greatest hunt.. .my greatest hunt...continues." 
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3115/Trip the Light Plastastic!

2017-11-11T11:43:44Z

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|Poses=:'''{{#var:1156|Cindy Moon (1156)}} has posed:'''      The Upper West Side of Manhattan as long been a place for well-to-do artist types to live and work. Who knows how many struggling actors live in this part of the city with very little stage experience and far more wait-staff experience.     However, there is something more troubling coming through the city today- a man dressed in vibrant colors and carrying a large multi-colored gun speeds through the city as police vehicles follow close behind. "You'll never catch the Artiste!" he shouts as he levels his gun and fires.     Globs of oil-paint fly out from the end of his cannon, peppering over the window of the police vehicle which suddenly swerves and crashes into a light post. "With the greatest of Jackson Pollock paintings in my position my collection of modern art will soon be complete!" He laughs out, firing his weapon at buildings as he passes. 

:'''{{#var:1098|Plastic Man (1098)}} has posed:''' Seeing the car crash from a block down, a man clad in a nondescript.. if.. shiny.. black overcoat stops and watches. He pushes back a black shiny ballcap, to reveal.. goggles? "Awe man.. and I was enjoyin my day off." He says and looks around 'discreetly' in reality it's SUUPER Obvious. He grips his coat and 'rips' it apart, revealing.. A Superman shield? The outfit folds in on itself and moldes and shifts, Superman emerging from the coat. Or.. out of the coat. It's confusing. "This looks like a job for Superman!" He shouts, raising both fists and going running down the sidewalk making swooshing sounds. He's pretty light on his feet too. 

:'''{{#var:1156|Cindy Moon (1156)}} has posed:'''     The people of New York are used to seeing a lot- but seeing a guy mold and shift and turn into Superman is a little odd, even for them. A small child tugs at her mother's coat, "Why is Superman saying woosh, and not stopping the bad man, Mommy?" she wonders- "I don't think that's Superman, honey." the mother replies.     But! Up in the sky! What is that, its a bird! Its a Plane! Its a woman swinging from lengths of spider silk!     "Woah there, shouldn't you be playing paint ball somewhere else?" she asks to the paint-firing perpetrator. "Who are you?! Some new pesky hero? Trying to horn in on Spider-Man's shtick?!" the Artiste asks before he levels his paint cannon towards Silk, who fires a blast of organic webbing into the barrel just as the man pulls the trigger. FLUMP! No paint escapes, "Aaagh!" The Artiste shouts in frustration as he begins to ungum his gun, "Drive faster, Bob!" he shouts to his driver, who nods. "On it, boss!" The car begins to pull away as Silk swings again from another building- trying to keep up with the sooped-up vehicle. 

:'''{{#var:1098|Plastic Man (1098)}} has posed:''' Plastic Man shifts out of his Superman get up, into the much more familiar unitard and goggles. as he runs, his head turns to face the little girl and her mom. And his head stays behind, connected to the body with a steadily stretching length of.. neck? His face gets huge and he grins at them. "Superman isn't the only guy who can get the job done. Like so!" He calls, and his head snaps back to his body. The momentum launching all of him into a suddenly boxer glove shaped fist, crashing into the back window of the car. "Hi guys.. mind if I drive for a sec?" Those around the car can see his body filling the available space. Bob's face getting smushed against the driver side window. 

:'''{{#var:1516|Caim (1516)}} has posed:'''     Caim is watching all the goings on from afar. He seems to be interested in the battle and holds his cane near him. He remains silent as he looks to Silk. When plastic man comes and begins to help he watches this too. He studies the various heroes, silently. 

:'''{{#var:1156|Cindy Moon (1156)}} has posed:'''     With another Thwip! of webbing, Cindy lands on the top of the car just as Plastic Man bursts through the back window. "Hey! Be careful in there!" she shouts, as she manages to effortlessly balance on top of the moving vehicle. Staying upright is part of her very being, it seems, keeping equilibrium without a second thought.     Inside the vehicle, the Artiste and his henchman, Bob, soon mooshed against the glass and floor with a shout, "Stop this! I am the Artiste!" cries the villain, "I am without peer! My vision of the future of art is impossible to ignnoorrre!"     "Ohno, Ohno. Ohno!" Silk says as the vehicle rockets towards an intersection where there's a red light, and vehicles crossing in front of the group which has gotten themselves into a vehicle that's only speeding up as Bob is forced up against the glass. "We need to turn!" Silk shouts, as a strand of webbing goes out to grab the edge of a stout building, her feet locked to the top of the car and she begins to pull. "Right turn on red, right? Come on, come on.." she shouts down, "I don't know how to drive!" 

:'''{{#var:1098|Plastic Man (1098)}} has posed:''' Plastic Man panicks for a second. There's a lot of him in here.. Bob's fighting back.. the Artiste is.. well.. Artisting.. is that a thing? Eh.. whatever. It is now. "OK!" Plas calls out, and engulfs the steering wheel in his mouth. Steering with his tongue. One massive goggled eye pressed up against the windshield. "Ah Gahh kick.." PLas mumbles out to Cindy. And the car does turn right. The insane clown car that it is. 

:'''{{#var:1156|Cindy Moon (1156)}} has posed:'''     Zoom! The vehicle makes the right turn, although its a bit wide and other vehicles are forced to swerve out of the way. "Oh no!" Silk says again, as she looks down, "Stop the vehicle! We need to stop!"     It'll be tough to stop the vehicle now, with bob's foot jammed against the accelerator- the brakes are pressed too, causing smoke to rise from the tires as the 'clown car' begins to rocket down another road.     Unfortunately, Cindy's lack of knowledge on the rules of the road is showing rather obviously. That right turn was down a one-way street. "Oh Jeeze!" Cindy calls out as vehicles swerve and turn out of the way. "We need to stop!" 

:'''{{#var:1516|Caim (1516)}} has posed:'''     Caim moves, running ahead of the car. With their brakes on their speed is somewhat slower, and he was faster then most vehicles. He then grunts as he groans and tackles to clown car, using his speed and strength to overwhelm the car and flip it onto its side. 

:'''{{#var:1098|Plastic Man (1098)}} has posed:''' Plastic Man spits out the steering wheel and his bulk vanishes as quickly as it appeared, releasing Bob's foot from the gas. Also almost as quickly. Plas slams on the brakes, squealing to a stop , and just barely bumping Caim, standing in the way. "Let's do that again!!" He shouts, resuming his normalish shape in the passenger seat. 

:'''{{#var:1156|Cindy Moon (1156)}} has posed:'''     Two things happen simultaneously- Plastic Man hits the breaks- the car starting to squeal to a stop as Caim bodily tackles the vehicle and turns it over on the side. The crush of glass and metal is obvious- and inside, Bob and the Artiste are a little rattled.     Silk, for her part, plays the log-roller, gracefully stepping along the surface of the vehicle as it is turned on its side- ending up perched on one of the doors as she looks into a broken window.     Twhip! Thwip! Strands of webbing are pushed out of her fingers and she wraps the two villains up completely in a matter of moments- trapping them in silk cocoons. "We did it!" she exclaims, with a grin- although the grin is hidden behind her mask. 

:'''{{#var:1098|Plastic Man (1098)}} has posed:''' Plastic Man's head comes sneaking up out of whatever hole i the car is facing upright and nods at her, even as he's trying to extricate himself fromt he overturned vehicle. "That we did kid." He tells hern, body following his head out of the same hole and after a moment, he's standing on top of the car with her. "Anyone have a phone? Call the cops for these two? 

:'''{{#var:1516|Caim (1516)}} has posed:'''     Caim grunts as he straightens his clothes, trying to look like he did nothing to the car. He regains his cane and pulls his phone out to begin calling. He then offers the phone to Silk to let her talk to the police. 

:'''{{#var:1156|Cindy Moon (1156)}} has posed:'''     "Oh. Well. Aren't they on the way already?" Silk asks, noting that police are already arriving on scene. Afterall, one of their people had been put into a pole of some kind not a moment before. "Anyways, nice to meet the two of you." Silk says, "I'm Silk, by the way!" she says with a grin as the police hurry towards the vehicle. "Anyways, I should go before the police..er.. to not get in the way." she says, as she twhips into the sky, a string of silk coming from her fingertips before she's up, up, and Away! Once more rocketing towards a taller building where she can watch the city and be fully free from the fear of handcuffs. 

:'''{{#var:1098|Plastic Man (1098)}} has posed:''' Plastic Man raises an eyebrow. Normal raise. "Okie Dokie.. I'll hang out, make sure these guys end up in Cuffs. Cya." 

:'''{{#var:1516|Caim (1516)}} has posed:'''     Caim just looks to the various people and shrugs. He then looks to Plastic man. "If you dont mind making some extra money I wouldnt mind hiring you as a bodyguard." He says as he gives a card with his contact information on it to plastic man and begins to walk offf. 
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3114/Flashing in the Streets of Gotham

2017-11-11T11:42:54Z

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|Poses=:'''{{#var:158|Barry Allen (158)}} has posed:''' It is a dark night in Gotham like it usually is though as Barry finds himself walking in this particular dark alley he is glad he is not alone. Of course he could handle any threat if he had to, but here in Gotham it seemed all these people were on edge from crime, and all these alleys were way too dark for their own good. This time he had been called in as a favor to one of the guy who usually does this forensics on a crime sceen had some sort of family emergancy, and Barry was in Gotham already. So there he squated infront of a dead body looking at it carefully next to him a very ordered crime kit as he looked over the scene before messing with anything. Around him were a couple of police officers to 'escort' him as he was to them a stranger in Gotham, and thier guest. Also there was someone taking photos to make sure everything was documented, and stored so when he did start it would all be stored which to most scenes might be more by the book then even Gotham PD was used to. Barry looked at the body, and the things around it fasinated though not by the cruelty.. There was a hint here of who did it, and why so he would find it, but first was the process of marking each unique thing here with little number markers. Barry finally spoke up, "Alright guys.. I need your shoe size, and to see the bottom of 'em.." moving away from the body to check to photographer first. He got a few groans, but insisted.. "listen I am sorry, but you guys are new to me.. I just don't want to follow a clue, and it be off because someone walked over something they shouldn't.." His shoes had a plastic wrap around them as he had put them on before hand, and knew well what kind of marks they left. 

:'''{{#var:58|Barbara Gordon (58)}} has posed:''' Usually Barbara would absolutely NOT be called to a crime scene. She's a consultant, and only for computer forensics. But in this case, when the name of the deceased hit her father's desk, he made a call. So now, there's a statuesque redhead wearing a pair of jeans, a black blazer over a white blouse, and running shoes coming through the police line at the far side of the scene. She looks rather grim and pauses to speak to the officers holding the line.     Before even approaching, she grabs a couple of booties and slips them onto her shoes. Then she makes her way to the body, stopping a good distance back. "Mr. Allen," she says. "I'm Barbara Gordon. Sorry to meet you in person under these conditions." She is studiously avoiding looking at the body. "I need to know if you've found a laptop on the site. He should have been carrying one." 

:'''{{#var:158|Barry Allen (158)}} has posed:''' Barry had cut off the person taking photos, and had their leg up looking at the bottom of it as she entered. He smiled and nodded not looking at her at first, as he seemed to be using some tweezers to pull something out of the bottom of the shoe. It was a small metal object that he brought back with him into the light with a slight "hummm.." dropping it into an evidence bag. After this he turned his attention... "Miss Gordon, I did not expect to run into you here.. Sorry for the rudeness, but I had to get that collected." turning he moves over to her. He seems to offer a hand, then realizes that would't be a good idea with his gloves, and all. "A labtop huh... well that would explain what I just found." he holds up a small bag. "You see these marks on the metal.. That is nickle oxide-hydroxide if my guess is correct. Usually used in NiCad batteries.. Though I wasn't sure why it would be here. A labtop would explain it." he turns and looks back at the scene.. "If I can find where he stepped on this I can prob find the Labtop, but it is most likely damaged if this is on the ground." He looks at her feet, and sees the covers with a smile.. "I see you at least know one of the rules.. Please if want to follow me you might know better what to look for." he stops though before he leads her forward. "Three rules. Don't touch anything.. If you spot something say something I will collect it, Two, don't take anything.. This is actually a crime I am sure you know that, and rule three.. If your going to be sick leave the crime scene first." he looks at her seriously.. "I am taking a chance here because well... your a Gordon, and smart.. Please don't get me in trouble." he does smile as he says it, as he isn't upset at this, or think she would, but has to be clear in the door. He turns then stops, and looks back.. "And it is a pleasure to meet you too... though I expected you to be taller." and chuckles a bit moving back towards the scene. 

:'''{{#var:58|Barbara Gordon (58)}} has posed:''' When he proffers the small bag with the sliver of metal, Barbara pays close attention. And then she's right on his heels as he moves... but it's the spiel that makes her grin. "No puking on the evidence. Got it," she teases lightly. "Taller?" she then asks. She's already at just over six feet in her sneakers. "I think if I were any taller, I'd have to play basketball," she observes mildly.     As they walk the crime scene, Barbara's demeanor is definitely professional. And she shows no likelihood of touching anything or being ill. She does, however, come around him and pull out a high-intensity penlight to peer under dumpsters and around things. The techs can climb through the trash, but she's looking for something very specific. "If the man's who his ID indicates, he's a forensic accountant that I've been consulting with on a RICO case," she tells Barry seriously. "If the laptop is gone, the case might be up in smoke too." 

:'''{{#var:158|Barry Allen (158)}} has posed:''' Barry chuckles, and nods.. "For a moment there I thought it was you who was trouncing around Gotham in a Bat-suit... They say it is Batman, but wouldn't that fool them all if Batman wasn't a man." he eyes her with a grin. Of course he knew that wasn't true, he knew who Batman was, but honestly she had the build for it. Maybe he should mention it to Bruce, though he quickly shakes off that idea.. No-one told Bruce anything, he knew that even more though he did chuckle at her comment dismissing that line of thought all together. He walks carefully looking at the ground with a paracticed eye, moving to the wall putting a marker there, and a few places where there were some fading footprints. "It looks like this alley sees a lot of traffic there is going to be quite a bit of evidence to go through." he mentions as he puts down more markers. He looked at the trash bin, and sighed.. He was prob going to be the one jumping in there sooner or later, but for now he was doing the outside. As he moves away a bit he seems to think for a moment.. "Maybe.. But the question is did they know that." He pulls out a special light from his pack and flicks it on his hand to check. The spectrium of light is different from normal, as he moves to the body. "It is always sad to see someone who turned around to help like this, but... this is what we do." he added in a light voice. He crouches over the body, and flicks the light on him. Of course the blood seems to light up, but from it also there is a small path that moves away, and of course right to the dumbster. Barry sighs, "Why do they always have to throw things into the dumbster." cause now he knew he had to go in there. He moves back that way, "The liquid that labtops use show because of the checmicals in them.. Most people don't realize how hazardus a labtop can be if broken." he moves towards the dumpster he flashes the light on it looking for more of the chemicals. "I mean they are better then the old monitors of course, but still.. Get enough of that stuff on ya and your going to have a rash, or burns.. Not to mention the power discharge." What he is doing seems to be getting ready to take prints before he touches the dumbster itself, but that is a process. "Keep looking though... It might be an old trail it could be anywhere around here." 

:'''{{#var:58|Barbara Gordon (58)}} has posed:''' Why do they always throw it in the dumpster? Barbara smirks faintly. "I swear to God, they throw it in there *just* to make sure you have to go dumpster diving," she tells him. "Gotham thugs suck." She completely ignores the line of casual chatter that comments on how SHE might be the Bat, but she does mention, "Nah... it's definitely a guy. Dad talks to him."     When he's following the leakage straight to the dumpster, she ponders. "It's possible that it was just a robbery," she admits. "This guy's not a Gotham local -- he came in from DC yesterday. Certainly plausible that he was just at the wrong place at the wrong time."     Pulling in a deep breath, Barbara blows it out slowly and then says, "*I'm* not paid enough to go in there. So it's all on you, forensics man. I'm a computer tech." She grins at him a bit -- ha, ha, you have to dive it. 

:'''{{#var:158|Barry Allen (158)}} has posed:''' As he takes prints off the dumbster he nods to her, "He actually talks to your father... That has to be so wierd talking to some guy dressed up like a bat." he shakes his head, "I mean one might give a slight chuckle wouldn't they?" and he continues his work. There are tons of prints, and maybe he is stalling a little bit, but he tells himself he is just being meticulous. Once done he has the guy take some photos, and then pops the top.. of course it is full, and that gets another sigh. "I think they think we won't go in there.. like it is some forbidden zone." he lifts a bag out carefully setting it to a cleared area to the side flashing light on it before he gets the next one. "Sure.. I will take about ten showers after this, but... just part of the job." As he continues to dig it out he continues talking with her, "So whats a lady like you doing here.. I mean sure I get this is your reco thing, but I mean that usually the computer tech people wait till I find something before coming down to look at it. I don't mean to pry.. well okay a little, but it takes my mind off this task.." and he chuckles a bit giving her a grin again. "So why are you here tonight right after the scene was called in? Or is it something you just usually do here in Gotham?" Finally getting it to the point where he has taken out most of the big stuff he shines his light in here.. He is looking for needles, or other sharp objects.. One does not just jump into something like this without looking that is how one gets hurt. "Besides... for our playing... I know you are a patient person. At least when you think you have the win." and gives her a bit of a wink on that one. 

:'''{{#var:58|Barbara Gordon (58)}} has posed:''' Barbara shudders. "There's a reason I did *not* want to be a forensics tech. Eeew!" Not that Barbara hasn't dealt with far worse, but not in civvies, for certain. She's still making a point of not looking at the body. "Normally I would have waited, but I was alarmed at the possibility that they took the only solid evidence we have in the case. Personally, I figure if it was the guys we're after, we just flat never would have found him, so I think you're right in that it's probably a robbery." She's lived in Gotham most of her life -- there's a LOT of crime. Especially in some areas. "But I live just down from here, so it was an easy jaunt to see if I could get my hands on it earlier than usual."     Offering a faint smile, Barbara adds, "Hey now! I can be patient even when I'm losing! I'm kind of stunned that such a meticulous guy *isn't* more patient." Because his work ethic here is very obvious. Although, knowing that he's a speedster, it makes more sense. But the wicked imp on her shoulder makes her comment on it just to see what excuse he'll make. 

:'''{{#var:158|Barry Allen (158)}} has posed:''' Right before he hops in he looks right at her and shurts, "It's a living" as he had watched way too much flinstones as a kid. He then hops into the trash bin he moves carefully pulling out a few more thing putting them to the side outside, talking as he works, "Maybe I am and it is just a ruse to lure you into a false sense of security." and gives a bit of a chuckle which inside echos a bit. "Though living around here, I bet your Dad loves that... I mean Gotham is one thing, but there are safer places. At least tell me the rent is cheap?" then stops talking.. "Wait... We got something.." there is a silence then a "Yeow!" as he practicly jumps out of the trash bin trying to move away as a wild cat jumps out... His voice comes back out.. "Can we pretend that didn't just happen." he asks as he climbs back out with a flat metal looking item in his hand. It would be reconizable to Barbara of course though the end of it would have a hole in it. He doesn't hand it to her though, "I need to check it for prints, and I think this hole might give me the caliber of weapon.. I want to say 45, but I have a tool in my kit that will tell me for sure." he holds it up, and looks at it.. "Though it doesn't make sense." he adds climbing back out.. "If your bad guys did this, why did they just toss it.. I mean you would think they would take it." though he shakes his head at that. 

:'''{{#var:58|Barbara Gordon (58)}} has posed:''' "The rent is not cheap, but... I like Gotham. Being close to Dad is a side bo--" As the cat comes hurtling out of the dumpster, Barbara jumps back just a bit. "Holy crap!" The redhead scowls at having sounded like a girl about something like that. "I won't tell if you won't," she replies with a small grin. "Jesus, that startled me." Once he's out of the dumpster, she's elated to see the computer he's carrying. Pursing her lips as he says she can't have it, though, Barbara offers, "You could put it in an evidence bag and print it at the station. I want to see if we can extract the hard drive; it's the only piece I need." She gives him a hopeful look. "I promise to go straight there, and your chain of evidence won't be compromised. I'll sign for it and everything." 

:'''{{#var:158|Barry Allen (158)}} has posed:''' Barry is doing just that as she suggests it though she does get a large grin at her joke. Though he holds the bag in his hands, he seems to consider it then shakes his head. "If you take it one of the police officers need to go with you I can't send it alone. I am sorry, I would, but whoever did this can't get away with it." he gives her a smile with a shrug. "I would tell my own mother that... well if she were still alive." he frowns a bit at that, but throws it out of his mind. That was a long time ago, and well delt with not to mention the important lesson about changing time. He waves over an officer, "Listen.. Still take it right to the lab get it checked for prints the person that shot him might of touched it." he glances around.. "This doesn't look like a professional hit, so maybe the made a mistake. I need to keep looking around here see if they left anything else." He looks up, "How bout after you find what your looking for you give me a call I am going to be in Gotham for a bit... And well you are only the second person I know." 

:'''{{#var:58|Barbara Gordon (58)}} has posed:''' Barbara gestures at the same time he does for the same officer, and she grins at him. "I'm more than happy to take an escort with me. Not a problem at all. I'm thinking that they weren't after the laptop -- it was just in the way. But we'll see." The redhead tilts her head and says, "I can do that, sure thing." There's a pause, though, and she smiles. "I really appreciate this, Barry. Tell you what... let me buy you dinner tomorrow? As a thank you." 

:'''{{#var:158|Barry Allen (158)}} has posed:''' Barry chuckles, and nods. "Oh that would be great.. I wonder what kind of things Gotham holds, and I have to try to get an appoitment with this rich guy that is never around." he shakes his head. "I guess I was voted to try to talk to Bruce Wayne if you can believe it. I guess he is some big wig round these parts, but I think I am cursed as he is so hard to get in a room." he hands her the laptop with a shrug. "I heard he had a place around here somewhere maybe if I just show up at his front door." and laughs at the idea. "Prob will have some thugs throw me out" He turns to get back to work, and stops. "Hey thanks for being so friendly I know I might be... stepping into your turf, but I am just here to help. I want to make sure ya know that.. no contest of liquid throwing here." and laughs with a small wave before turning back to the work at hand. "Alright guys, lets get to work... I want all the tags photoed, and every inch checked with nothing touched.." though he seems to be talking to the cop that is left over, and the photo guy which kinda just give him a look with a shrug getting to work with him. 

:'''{{#var:58|Barbara Gordon (58)}} has posed:''' Barbara blinks at him and looks curious. "Uhm.... do you mind if I ask why you need to see him?" Because Bruce, of course, is a big deal in Gotham. She sounds just casually curious about it, but her green eyes on her are sharp as she takes the laptop from him in her gloved hand so that it can be put into an evidence bag for its trip to the station. "I mean... it's not my business, of course. But if you can't through his official channels, I can make a call." The offer seems sincere, and she pauses to wait for his answer while he gives instructions to the other officers remaining. 

:'''{{#var:158|Barry Allen (158)}} has posed:''' Barry stops, and turns to look at her actally a bit confused that she would even be able to do something like that. "Oh um.. Well the Mayor of Central City wanted to put up a new school or something, I mean it is for a good reasonto help kids learn science so I was kinda forced to agree, but I don't really understand it honestly." he gives a small shrug, "I mean how am I just a pion supposed to get in with the rich folk?" he chuckles, and shakes his head. "I think it is because I can talk science I am supposed to wow him with the things the school would teach, and since I am just some blue collar me asking for money doesn't seem to be 'offical' if I am turned down. He just chuckles, and turns his 'ideas' on why being a bit more detailed on someone who just doesn't know what is going on, but it was't his thing to get involved in politics. He also couldn't talk to Bats about it because this was an 'official' question to Bart not flash. "I am going to give it a few more chances officially, and if nothing I will have to use my head to get inventive." and gives her a wink pointing to his head. She would know when he starts doing that in chess things go wierd, but it wasn't always a loss. "If it wasn't for the kids I would just dismiss it, but I am just a big softie." 

:'''{{#var:58|Barbara Gordon (58)}} has posed:''' Her expression is amused as he talks. Barbara says mildly, "Well, if you can e-mail me the information with a bit more detail than that, I'll put it in front of his nose and get you in to see him." Handing the computer to the officer standing next to her so he can bag it, she looks back at Barry and shrugs a little. "My father's the Police Commissioner. We've known Bruce a long time. Since you need an answer quickly and it's for a good cause, I'm willing to use the back channels for it if you like." There is no arrogance to her offer, no sense that she thinks her relationship with Bruce Wayne is all that and a bag of chips. It just comes across as if it really is that simple for her to pick up the phone or walk into the man's office and stick something in front of his nose. "That being said, I think most of those kinds of requests go through Lucius Fox at the Wayne Foundation. But I'm not sure. I'll make sure it gets to the right people, though." 

:'''{{#var:158|Barry Allen (158)}} has posed:''' Barry nods to her, "Wow thanks! That is some pretty big pull you have there Miss. Gordon remind me never to get on your bad-side." and laughs a bit with a smile. "I will have that E-mail sent when I get home, and to be honest I have no idea who this Lucius is I didn't really look into the Wayne Foundation, but I never been good at this political stuff." He shrugs a bit, "I am sure it will work out now that I talked to the real person in charge of Gotham City." and gives her a grin meaning her. "Now if you will excuse me M'am I need to get back to work." and even gives her a small salute, though with his big grin it is obviously a joke... "Maybe I should of let ya win more in our chess games.." he says as he heads back to working on the crime scene. Of course when she won he didn't let her win that would of took the fun out of it for both of them, but she didn't need to know that. 

:'''{{#var:58|Barbara Gordon (58)}} has posed:''' Barbara just laughs and turns away to head for the police station with the officer who has the computer, shaking her head. Letting her win indeed. 
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3113/Patrol Rendezvous

2017-11-11T11:42:00Z

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|Poses=:'''{{#var:29|Hal Jordan (29)}} has posed:'''     It was twilight. The darkness has engulfed the city, and the people of the night were starting their nightly happenings. The city never slept, however, and this time, there was a noticeable green light moving across the skyline. The green light of a Green Lantern. A rare sight in Gotham.     Moving above the city of Gotham was one Hal Jordan. Having just finished a great last few days "on vacation" in the vicinity, Hal was heading out of the city, towards the southern part of the eastern sea board. Home. Moving at a leisurely pace, his thoughts were of the Wayne party the other ngith, and the happenings there. 

:'''{{#var:58|Barbara Gordon (58)}} has posed:'''     It looks like her evening patrol is going to be a bit more unusual than most nights. A jump line carries her past the gothic structure of the old train station and for anyone who has never seen one of the Bat-people fly, it might actually be an utterly terrifying sight as she reaches the apex of her swing and fires off a second line. She doesn't transfer from one to the next QUITE as easily as Spider-Man... or Nightwing... but there's a grace of motion to her release-and-catch. The second line brings her to the top of one of the city's banks.     The Green Flash at Sunset is a phenomenon only seen in the South Pacific, so far as Batgirl is aware. So the sight of him streaking across the sky of Gotham is something of a surprise. Plus, this makes twice in one week that he's been to Gotham. And given that she swung straight through his line of sight, she figures he can't miss her. So if he's looking for a Bat to speak to, well... she's given him a good spot to land up on this bank. 

:'''{{#var:29|Hal Jordan (29)}} has posed:'''     Hal Jordan does, indeed, see the figure silouetted against the blackness of the night, and the lights of the city which were slowly waking up. Willing the ring to move closer to check out the feminine figure, Hal nods, noting the "Batsuit" <trademark>.     Hovering nearby as Barbara lands on the top of the Bank, Hal moves slowly forward, knowing better than to move towards one of these "Batpeople" quickly. AFter all, those "Batarang" things hurt.     The darkness still hid her identity from him, but Hal decides to press forward with a grin, and a quick comment. "Wonderful night for a stroll."      

:'''{{#var:58|Barbara Gordon (58)}} has posed:''' "Indeed," Batgirl replies. She clearly won't be chucking batarangs at him. "Are you simply out enjoying the moonlight this evening?" She doesn't skimp on the words -- the Bat himself is occasionally monosyllabic even. But clearly the feminine version doesn't feel that need. "It's getting more common to see powered folks drop on by, but still not quite the norm for me." Oh God, did she actually even SMILE?? Do Bats *do* that??     "You can put your feet on the rooftop, if you like," Batgirl invites him. "I'm not going to wait for you to land and then pounce or anything." 

:'''{{#var:29|Hal Jordan (29)}} has posed:'''     Hovering there, the green light from the energy shield around his body giving them both an eerie glow, Hal crosses his arms across his chest, and looks down at Batgirl. Noticing that that was making him a target, and this was Gotham, Hal decides to land nearby, and turns off the energy nimbus with a flick of his will.     "Thanks. I will do just that." Hal says with a quip, "Thanks for the suggestion. I'd hate to get fired upon by Two Face, or the Squirrel, or whatever villain is Bats "villain-of-the-week"." Hal says, with a non-chalant attitude. "I am heading home actually. Had enough of Gotham for this year." Hal smiles, and says, "You?" 

:'''{{#var:58|Barbara Gordon (58)}} has posed:''' Batgirl nods sagely when he comments on the villain of the week. "You definitely should not make a target of yourself up here." Looking around at the rooftop, she quips lightly, "Well... given that it's my city and my rooftop... you know. I'm just doing my thing." There's a faint shrug. "Got a few gang problems between the Ukrainians and the Russians in the north corridor, so making sure the Tong are staying out of it."     There's a long pause, and then she smiles faintly. "Well, actually, that's why I was wondering what you were doing here... this makes twice in a week, with the Wayne gala." Batgirl moves toward the side of the building to look downward at something, and for a moment it looks like she might be readying for a launch off the building. Then she pivots on her heels, shaking a lock of copper hair back over her shoulder absently. "I couldn't help but be amused at the arrival of such an august personage as yourself among the guest list. I expected Ms. Prince, of course, but... you, that didn't seem like your scene." 

:'''{{#var:29|Hal Jordan (29)}} has posed:'''     Looking around at the city, Hal takes it all in, and then returns his attention back to the masked woman in front of him. "Yeah. A big green glowing ball of me is too tempting around here." Hal grins. "Gang problems huh? Must be tough with all the crime, drugs, and organized...crime, in the city." Hal shrugs. "Makes it tough for you guys up here in Gotham."     Hal walks a few paces forward, and sits down on the ledge. Leaning back towards Babs, Hal says, "Ah yes! The Wayne Gala! I still think Bats was using me to be a distraction, while you all took care of that...issue. I would be offended, but I know better. It's Batman."     A pause. "Ha!" Hal smiles, and nods, "Yeah. It usually isn't. Diana asked me to help out. She has a...special way to get you to do just what she wants. And it was to help a friend out. He usually doesn't ask for help, he tells." Hal shrugs and says, "What were you doing there? Backup?" 

:'''{{#var:58|Barbara Gordon (58)}} has posed:''' "Something like that, yes," Batgirl replies, amused. The grin she flashes him also flashes a dimple in her cheek, and she walks the line of the roof, her stance casual even in heels up here. It doesn't occur to her that her stance or her voice or even that dimpled grin might give her away -- she rarely has reason to interact in the mask with the same people she interacts with outside of it. "He always tells people. It's the way he is," she agrees. "But there are reasons for it. Are you following up on the weapon that was recovered?" 

:'''{{#var:29|Hal Jordan (29)}} has posed:'''     "I see, I see. Interesting. Huh. Not really. Weapons were recovered?" Hal takes a long look at Batgirl, admiring her and her strength of will. Doing this, every day, without any real backup or defenses. Just herself, her tools, her body, and her will. Impressive.     Hal watches her, the way she moves, and the way she talks. The way she looks, and the way she...ah. Recognition? "It is a little below my paygrade."     Hal laughs and says, "I'm more worried about the big fish, not the little fish. I am sure you and your team will be able to handle it. If you get in over your head, feel free to give me a call." Hal winks at her, which, because of his mask, didn't have exactly the same effect he was going for. 

:'''{{#var:58|Barbara Gordon (58)}} has posed:''' Batgirl makes a sound that is distinctly disgusted. "Parademon weapon," she tells him. It's something that really should worry all of them. "The black market for them is getting more and more lucrative." She frowns for a long moment, following something in her own train of thought. And then her eyes flicker up to his face again. "I don't ever get in over my head," she informs him with that hint of a dimple again. It's a *huge* lie -- even he has to know that. 

:'''{{#var:29|Hal Jordan (29)}} has posed:'''     Hal Jordan blinks, and pauses for a moment. "Parademon weapon. That is serious." Hal stands up, and places his hands on his hips. "Glad you guys took care of it..." Hal pauses, and regards her thoughtfully. "...you did take care of it right? I haven't seen any fall out from someone getting their hands on that advanced tech. Yet."     A short pause. A nod. Then back to his charming, disarming smile. "Of course you don't Batgirl. I am sure you NEVER get in over your head." Hal's voice was a tinge sarcastic. And amused. "Look kid, even I have gotten in over my head too many times. I was lucky to have teammates that helped me out of the jams I got myself in...and vice versa. Including Batman."     Hal isn't very specific about who got whom out of trouble. It was implied. "Anyway. If you ever need my help, I can be there. Anytime. Anywhere. Especially for a red head." Hal grins. 

:'''{{#var:58|Barbara Gordon (58)}} has posed:''' Yeah, Batgirl rather thought *that* might get his attention. And she tilts her head slightly, narrowing her eyes. "You know.... I take his assessments of people with a grain of salt. 'Below your pay grade' and 'kid,' however.... if you weren't *trying* to be offensive, let me be the first to inform you that cocky doesn't fly with those of us who kick people's butts *without* the benefit of powered rings." There's a bit of an arctic chill to that tone; she has given it to test pilots as well. "But I'm sure if we ever come across something that's *up to* your pay grade, we'll call on you." Or not, her tone says. 

:'''{{#var:29|Hal Jordan (29)}} has posed:'''     "A grain of salt? I can appreciate that." Hal's hands remain on his hips. His eyes watch her, his smile growing wider, and wider as she continues her little "rant". Nodding respectfully, Hal says, "Good. You have a healthy set of brass..." Hal pauses, deciding to be more "PC" for a change, "...a back bone. I respect that. A lot."     Hal begins to float above the roof once more. "It's good to know someone here is looking after these people, Batgirl. They need you. And if you need me, please, do not hesitate calling. I'll be there." His cocky, fighter pilot smile disappears, replaced by a serious expression. "I mean it. I hate to have to go, but perhaps we can touch base again? You can fill me in on your investigation into these alien weapons finding their way into Gotham?" 

:'''{{#var:58|Barbara Gordon (58)}} has posed:''' She's missing something. Barbara knows she is. As she watches him rise up off the roof, it's that smile that tells her she's definitely missing something. Nightwing gets that grin when he's trying to rile her up on purpose. But... to what end? Do all guys just like to see gingers get ticked off? Crossing her arms, she watches him with a skeptical gaze. And then he gets serious. It's a whole different tone.     "Sure," she replies, perhaps still a little wary of the change in attitude. "I'm sure that there will be a report filed with your lot up there. It's definitely a bigger problem than just Gotham." 
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3110/Training with Deadzone

2017-11-11T11:41:18Z

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|Poses=:'''{{#var:117|Tatum (117)}} has posed:''' Tate waits for the students to arrive, stetching to make sure she is limbered up. She wears her X-Man uniform, a black kevleather catsuit with no sleeves, gauntlets, knee high combat boots and her batons strapped to her thighs. Her long black hair is worn in a braid down her back, the streaks of color weaving through. She's warned the students that this will be a 0 powers training session. In other words, the room will be under her influence. Yes, this makes some students nervous, but it's a mandatory lesson. What do you do if your powers are stolen, like the Genosha collars would have done, or Tate's own power. 

:'''{{#var:1547|Cindy Larsen (1547)}} has posed:'''     Cindy was nervous for more reasons than one, of course. She's not had a lot of combat training, but she knew, with the state of the world as it is, it's important to be able to defend herself in dangerous situations. -Especially- since she can't hide her mutation, either. Additionally, well, it's been a few years since Cindy's mutation manifested, and she wasn't sure what was going to happen when she stepped into the room.     Making her way inside is, in fact, a bit shocking for her. She gasps at the sensation, stopping just inside the door, staring at her own hands. The claws deformed into regular human fingernails, and the fur along her fingers and arms fades away. It isn't until the sensation hits her torso that Cindy actually cries out in pain. "Hng-aaah!" She screams, clutching at her face with her hands, falling to her knees. She grits her teeth, her feline features reversing, compacting back into a human-shaped skull. As it finishes she falls forward onto her hands, gasping for breath, for a moment just staying there as a couple of tears spatter to the ground between her hands. 

:'''{{#var:248|Megan Gwynn (248)}} has posed:''' Megan Gwynn heard that a class was being held for the younger students, who sought perhaps to be X Men in the future. Very curious about that, because maybe she can picks omething up herself, the graduate Megan flies her way into the room. Who exactly Tatum's powers effect, and who they don't, seems up for grabs. But Megan was born a mutant, so her wings remain in place. She stops in the back of the room though, and lands. Feet on the ground, leaning a shoulder on the back wall, for now not chiming in but just watching and listening. 

:'''{{#var:117|Tatum (117)}} has posed:''' Watches with obvious concern, but not moving from where she is. THe students were all warned ahead of time. A lot of the students seem uncomfortable. They were just getting used to their abilities, thinking of them as a part of themselves. To not have access to them feels a little like being naked. Once everyone that was assigned to the class, she turns to the class and smiles. "Hello everyone and welcome. I know what your feeling. You're feeling a little vulnerable. That's why you're here. One of my biggest advantages is that many mutants come to depend on their power so strongly that they have no idea what to do with themselves without it. That's why when Genosha was enslaving mutants, many just did what they were told. Here at Xavier's, we strive to teach you as many coping strategies as we can, and this includes how to fight when you don't have access to something you have spent years learning to use. Feeling impotent sucks balls." She looks over to the students that snicker at her choice of words, waiting for them to stop. Nodding her head to the graduate that enters, a wave of nostalgia for her homeworld coming over her, Ms. O'Neal gets back to her lesson. "Okay, so partner up and we're going to go over some basic holds and escapes from holds." 

:'''{{#var:1547|Cindy Larsen (1547)}} has posed:'''     That was, in fact, why Cindy was most nervous. She was expecting it to hurt, and it did. After a few deep breaths, she pushes herself back to her feet, wiping away the tears from her eyes. Once she's standing up agian, she's just an ordinary-looking blonde girl with blue eyes. She sniffles again and looks down at her hands. "Wow," she whispers, looking herself over. Then Tatum is starting the class, and her head snaps back up to pay attention.     Cindy listens closely as Tatum explains the premise of the class. When she's told to partner up, Cindy bites her lip and looks around a bit. The only other person here she recognizes is Megan, so Cindy approaches her. "H-hey there, Megan," she says, "Um, it's Cindy." She tells her who she is because, let's face it, she looks -completely- different right now. "Uh, would you mind being my partner?" She points with her thumb towards Tatum, indicating that she means for the class and isn't, in fact, that creepy kind of awkward person. 

:'''{{#var:248|Megan Gwynn (248)}} has posed:''' Megan Gwynn takes a slow deep breath. Seeing Cindy react as she is, she beginst o walk over, ready to offer help. But then Cindy recovers herself, and in fact seems to be approaching on her own! "Cindy, good morning," she nods, riasing a hand for a wave. "Well I'm not really here for the class, but if you need one, I can definitely help with that. I can try anyway. 

:'''{{#var:117|Tatum (117)}} has posed:''' Some of the students start to mutter. It would seem that Ms. O'Neal has a sort of split personality. When she is teaching Home Ec, she's smiling, laughing, and encouraging the students to have fun while they learn. She's one of the 'fun' teachers. When she teaches music though, she turns into one of those Russian ballet teachers; hard, stern, expecting perfection. It would seem her music teacher persona is the one that teaches combat too. Lovely. Some students comment under their breath that since Tatum got the Music teacher position, she's become a real downer. "Okay, so you're going to pick your attacker and your attackee. We'll go a few rounds and then switch. Holds are a lot easier then getting out of those same holds. That is what will take the most practice. And yes, Hailey, I *COULD* teach this class without taking your powers away, but I want you feeling that vulnerability. You need to know what that feels like so it's not a total shock to you. Some people get physically ill when their powers are stolen. You need to know if you're one of those." She goes over to one of the pairs and shows the class the first hold. A basic arm bar. Most of the students already learned this combat, but it's a good refresher. Tatum lets the students practice the arm bar for a while, walking among the pairs to observe them. She gets to Cindy and Megan and smiles to Cindy, resting a hand on her back. "Sorry I couldn't have made that easier." She looks to Megan then, that look like she knows the other woman. Which makes no sense since they barely met here in the school. 

:'''{{#var:1547|Cindy Larsen (1547)}} has posed:'''     Cindy nods her head to Megan. "I would like that," she says, "I, uh, I'm not really familiar with anyone else here, and... Well..." She looks around at the other students. "I'm kind of, um, the odd one out, anyways, it seems." When Tatum joins them, she offers a smile to the teacher. "Um, it's alright. Thank you for saying something though." It's nice to know that she actually cares that it hurt. "When you told us it would undo some of the mutation, possibly all of it... I came in expecting that. It hurt a lot more the first time, so... Hopefully it'll hurt a little less when we're done here." Maybe she should take some ibuprofen first. "So, uh..." She looks back to Megan and smiles. "Do you want to attack first, or should I?" 

:'''{{#var:248|Megan Gwynn (248)}} has posed:''' Megan Gwynn nods to Cindy. "Well, I'm not really a big combat person, but I shall do my best." She'll then look to Tatum, listening, and taking it all in, what's intended. "Hello. I'm not a student, I hope it's not an issue that I'm going to be Cindy's partner here. I'll try not to jump ahead of the class any." Then with a snicker, she'll turn to Cindy. "Why don't you attack first? Get comfortable with yourself with less stress?" 

:'''{{#var:117|Tatum (117)}} has posed:''' Tatum walks among the students, checking form, correcting form as it is needed. Her face is stern, her tone is equally as business-like. She does offer encouragement though, so she's not a complete Dragon Lady. "Okay, once you are comfortable performing the arm bar, I want your partner to try the escape tactic." She goes to Cindy, offering to let the girl put her in the arm bar so she can show the students the escape method. 

:'''{{#var:1439|Kaydin (1439)}} has posed:'''     Kaydin has been in here for the entire time and he wasnt too happy to have his powers stripped, he felt slow. He looks to the woman as she demonstrates the arm bar escape and tries to do it with Megan. 

:'''{{#var:248|Megan Gwynn (248)}} has posed:''' Megan Gwynn has her attention turned from Cindy to Kaydin, and nods. She lets Kaydin do the arm bar, giving him all the time he needs, after having let Cindy do the same. "I do have my own escape technique, but it's slightly unorthodox." she laughs. "It defeats the purpose of a depowered class, but technically i'm not a student..." 

:'''{{#var:117|Tatum (117)}} has posed:''' Again, Tatum walks among the students as they practice, looking over their technique and correcting where it is necessary. She hears Megan's comment and chuckles. "Just like you to find the loophole, Pix," she says with a warmth and familiarity that makes absolutely no sense. Pixie wasn't in any of Tatum's classes when she was a student here. Is she this familiar with all the ex-students? 

:'''{{#var:1439|Kaydin (1439)}} has posed:'''     Kaydin is probably corrected and he performs the corrected escape. "So whats the loophole you discovered?" Kaydin asks the woman as he watches her. He then turns to Tatum and looks to see what else he can learn. 

:'''{{#var:248|Megan Gwynn (248)}} has posed:''' Megan Gwynn blinks and looks to Tatum. Opening her mouth like she's going to defend her student days, back when the fae part of her was less promineint, particularly before the dagger was wrest from her soul. But she'll just snicker. "Whatever works." To Kaydin, she nods. "Put me in the lock." When he does so, she mutters "Sihal Novarum Chinoth," and she disappears right out of Kaydin's grip, where upon she taps him on the shoulder from behind. 

:'''{{#var:117|Tatum (117)}} has posed:''' Many of the students see that Megan still seems to have her powers. Not just the wings but the teleportation too. Some call foul. Tatum looks to the class, a look that tells them to all shut up. "First of all, she's not a student anymore. She's had her lessons in defense and combat. Second, her mutation is not based on the X-gene or Meta-gene. And last of all, sometimes, you'll be depowered by your opponents won't be. Life isn't fair, kids. Anyone that tries to tell you it is, is selling something you don't want to buy." 

:'''{{#var:1439|Kaydin (1439)}} has posed:'''     Kaydin nods as he watches the goings on and he tries to focus. Lightning begins to arc around him as he tries to regain control over his powers but in the end the lightning fades and he sighs. He then turns to Tatum and watches the woman. "So anything else to teach us, Ma'am?" He asks curiously. 

:'''{{#var:117|Tatum (117)}} has posed:''' "Oh, we've only just started," Ms. O'Neal tells him. She then turns to the class to teach the next step. 
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3108/Chilling and Stuff

2017-11-11T11:40:08Z

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|Poses=:'''{{#var:281|Negasonic (281)}} has posed:''' Ellie is lounging on one of the bean bags, one hand held infront of her face, as she taps rapidly on her smartphone. Not an unusual pose to find her in, outside of class. That is, when she does attend them in the first place, she's kinda bad about it. 

:'''{{#var:1547|Cindy Larsen (1547)}} has posed:'''     Cindy's just finishing up with her classes for the day, herself, and she comes wandering into the rec room. She glances around a bit, but her focus, at the moment, is on her phone as well. A couple quick taps and she slips it into the pocket of her hoodie. Noticing Ellie, she offers the girl a somewhat bashful smile, as the leopardine girl makes her way over to the bar to get herself a snack. "Um, heya," she greets her, a little awkwardly. 

:'''{{#var:281|Negasonic (281)}} has posed:''' Ellie doesn't even look up from her phone when Cindy joins her in the rec room, but when Cindy tries to speak, Ellie peeks up from around her phone, and looks at Cindy quietly. Studying her apparently, before offering the most unenthused, "hi." 

:'''{{#var:1547|Cindy Larsen (1547)}} has posed:'''     Cindy probably should have expected as much from Ellie, considering that the girl -does- have a bit of a reputation. Cindy pauses a moment, glancing Ellie's way again, biting her lip as she thinks a moment. "You want anything?" she asks, pointing at the bar. She gets a small package of cookies for herself, and a bottle of water. If Ellie doesn't want anything, Cindy walks over to flop down in a beanbag chair, herself. 

:'''{{#var:281|Negasonic (281)}} has posed:''' "If I wanted something, I would have taken it already," Ellie mutters with a bit of an annoyed sigh, before returning her focus to her phone. "So...cat girl, huh?" Ellie remarks, "you on Dorkmeister's team?" Yeah, she just loves Scott Summers oh so much. 

:'''{{#var:1547|Cindy Larsen (1547)}} has posed:'''     Cindy rolls her eyes. "Just thought I'd ask," she says, "I'll remember not to next time." Her tail gives a small twitch, before it curls in closer to her legs. "...Dorkmeister?" she inquires, though she could probably guess that Ellie means Scott. "I, uh, I'm not on anybody's team," she admits, pausing to take a drink from the water bottle, "I, uh. I mean, I've got claws n' stuff, but that's only gonna get me so far compared to people who can turn into metal and fly n' junk." 

:'''{{#var:281|Negasonic (281)}} has posed:''' "Don't care," Ellie notes as Cindy makes sure she knows she will not ask her next time. "Yeah, Lameo Supreme, you know," Ellie offers Cindy another clue in case 'Dorkmeister' wasn't good enough for her. "Claws cut stuff, no? Sounds good enough for me...I mean, team called fucking 'faXion' pretty sure the bar is set real low." Yeah, Ellie wasn't about to tell Cindy that having claws is awesome, but it's not the worst either. After all, some are stuck with the special ability of looking like a fart. 

:'''{{#var:1547|Cindy Larsen (1547)}} has posed:'''     Cindy gives Ellie a small grin - she's got some wicked sharp teeth, too, it would seem. "Maybe I just don't like goin' for the low bar," she says, "I mean, there's cooler teams out there to join, aren't there?" Her tail twitches again, the appendage flitting about ocacsionally, as if it had a mind of its own. Cindy pops a cookie into her mouth. "I guess I did fuck up that mutant-hater pretty bad the other day," she muses, more to herself than to Ellie, with a mouthful of cookie. 

:'''{{#var:281|Negasonic (281)}} has posed:''' "Bet you're not a vegetarian, huh?" Ellie asks as she catches a glimpse of Cindy's teeth, "that should be good enough to scare some people." Ellie snorts when Cindy mentions cooler teams, and then eventually lowers the phone for two minutes, as she looks at Cindy with exasperation, "okay, spill the beans, what did the fucker do to you? And just how did you fuck him up for it?" 

:'''{{#var:1547|Cindy Larsen (1547)}} has posed:'''     Another cookie disappears into Cindy's maw, and she shakes her head. "No way," she says, "Steak and barbeque ribs all day long, if I can help it." She giggles - yes, bubbly, girly giggles. "He and a bunch of his buddies chased me into an alley. I'm pretty sure they were gonna kill me, they had guns n' shit. I got some help taking out the lot of them, but the guy who was in charge got some free work done on his face." She lifts a hand, flexing it to extend her claws(they actually look pretty damn dangerous), and pulls it down the side of her face. "Got him from his greasy forehead almost to his neck. Bet he's gonna be wearin' an eyepatch if I see him again, too." 

:'''{{#var:281|Negasonic (281)}} has posed:''' "Called it," Ellie just makes it clear she knows what's up. Then come the giggles, and Ellie just rolls her eyes, "what's your name again? Barbie?" She looks at Cindy as she relates her story, blinking a few time throughout, before eventually holding up her hand, "wait, hold up, see...problem here is, you're telling me something that should be badass, but you're making it sound cute. Maybe you should join the 'faXion' crew." 

:'''{{#var:1439|Kaydin (1439)}} has posed:'''     Kaydin actually comes into the rec room at a normal speed. Slow compared to him but he was busy reading a book as he moves into the rec room and turns a few pages. His phone rings and he goes to check it for texts and smiles. "Alright, got another spot." He says as he pockets the phone and looks up to the people present. "Hey." He says as he turns to Cindy. 

:'''{{#var:1547|Cindy Larsen (1547)}} has posed:'''     Cindy settles back in the beanbag chair again, and grins at Ellie. "Aww, you think I'm ~cute~," she teases, before eating another cookie. Another giggle, another drink of water. "My name is Cindy, though, not Barbie. I don't think I've got the legs to be a Barbie." She lifts one of her legs to inspect it, then shrugs. "I can't help it that I am the way I am," she tells Ellie. Kaydin's coming in, then, and she lifts a hand to wiggle her fingers in a wave. "Hiya," she greets him. 

:'''{{#var:281|Negasonic (281)}} has posed:''' "Oh my god! He can try to not be a douche!" Ellie cuts into Cindy's words as she sees Kaydin walks in at relative normal pace, and even takes a moment to applaud. "Congratulations, we're all happy for you," Ellie adds before turning back to Cindy, "you were saying? Cindy, huh? Was sure it was Barbie, weird." 

:'''{{#var:1439|Kaydin (1439)}} has posed:'''     "Your just jealous because my powers dont make anything explode." Kaydin says to Ellie as he moves to the bar, pouring himself a soda. "Name's Kaydin." He says to Cindy and he gestures to the bar. "Want anything?" He asks curiously. 

:'''{{#var:1547|Cindy Larsen (1547)}} has posed:'''     Cindy grins, her tail giving a small flick near it's tip. "Whatever, I'm still telling people you said I was cute," the leopard-girl says. She looks up at Kaydin, taking another drink of water as she looks him over. "Nice to meet you," she says. She holds up the bag of cookies and water she already has. "Don't bother asking her," she says, jerking a thumb in Ellie's direction, "I already made that mistake." She leans her head to the side, looking at Ellie now. "So what's your name? I'm gonna guess 'Elvira', you seem like an Elvira." 

:'''{{#var:281|Negasonic (281)}} has posed:''' "You don't even know my power, you just heard about it from others, you know why? Because I don't flaunt my shit like some narcissistic fuck who needs everyone to look at me." Does Kaydin grate her? Why yes he does. "Wow, way to steal her line, Kaydin." Ellie snorts even though Kaydin doesn't really have a way of knowing Cindy was asking just that earlier. Ellie shrugs at Cindy's threat, "tell'em, like I give a fuck, I said it because you looked it. Just like stupidface over there, has a stupid looking face," phone goes back up, and again her thumb is racing about it. "The fuck is an Elvira?" She asks without looking up from her phone, "name's Ellie." 

:'''{{#var:1439|Kaydin (1439)}} has posed:'''     "Too old for someone like you." Kaydin says as he pours himself a soda and he nods to the girl with the tail. "I dont flaunt my powers. To me you are moving at the same pace as a snail. I just react. " He says as he sips his soda and moves over to Cindy. "I got some beef jerky if you want some." He says as he pulls out his baggy full of beef jerky. "Dad makes it back home near seattle." He says with a friendly smile. 

:'''{{#var:1547|Cindy Larsen (1547)}} has posed:'''     Cindy nods her head at what Kaydin says. "Yeah, she was some goth chick from like, the 1950s or something." Shrugs her shoulders. "You got a phone, look it up." Then there's beef jerky being offered, and the leopard-gal's eyes shift back over to Kaydin. "Ooh, yeah, that sounds great," she says, "Thanks!" Once she's got a piece she sticks it in her maw, using the teeth along the side of her mouth to gnaw a chunk off. She doesn't really chew it much, instead just savoring the flavor before swallowing it. "Well, s'cool to meet both of you," she says, "How long have you two been at the school?" 

:'''{{#var:281|Negasonic (281)}} has posed:''' "Why would I know about someone from forever ago?" Ellie mutters, as if she was annoyed at the suggestion she should be familiar with it. "I got more important things to do then look up Elvira," Ellie notes to Cindy, not telling her she was posting a tweet about her right now. Looking aside as Kaydin offers Cindy some jerky, she snorts, "watch it, Too Fast To Last is trying to hit on you." Asked how long she been here, Ellie shrugs, "a few months? Ever since the accident basically. You're brand new, aren't you?" 

:'''{{#var:1547|Cindy Larsen (1547)}} has posed:'''     Cindy shakes her head at that, chewing on the beef jerky still. "Naw," she says, "I've been... a year or so now, I just keep a low profile. I've gotten pretty good at it, in fact. There's a couple really good spots around campus that let me get away from everyone else, and, uh." She leans a little closer to Ellie to add, in a less vocal tone, "He's really not my type." 

:'''{{#var:281|Negasonic (281)}} has posed:''' Ellie thumbs a few more keys on her phone, before looking aside at Cindy and laughing, genuinely amused for once, "he's nobody's type, he's a creep and has a terrible taste in words," as an after thought, she adds, "check that the food he gave you wasn't tampered with, who knows...he might try anything." 

:'''{{#var:1547|Cindy Larsen (1547)}} has posed:'''     Cindy quirks a brow slightly, still chewing on the jerky. "Nah, I don't think he looked -that- desperate," she says, "Besides, you tell me when you meet a guy who'd wanna try putting something in my mouth without my permission." As though to emphasize her point, she draws her lips back to reveal what are practically scissor-like rows of teeth along the sides of her maw, and she bites off a chunk of the beef jerky with a 'snap' of her teeth. "And I'll show you a guy who makes really bad decisions." 

:'''{{#var:281|Negasonic (281)}} has posed:''' "Guys make bad decision by nature, it's what they do," Ellie points out, before finally putting her phone away, "I'm sorry but I have a class I need to attend, I think...catch you later, Barbie," she waves and heads out the door. 

:'''{{#var:1547|Cindy Larsen (1547)}} has posed:'''     Cindy just nods her head and gives a wave while she's taking another drink of water. "Yeah, have fun," she calls after her. Cindy pulls out her phone again, and takes up the role that Ellie was filling when she arrived, of a teenager tapping away at her phone and not paying attention to anything else around her. 
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3106/Cindy Moves In

2017-11-11T11:39:03Z

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|Poses=:'''{{#var:767|Johnny Storm (767)}} has posed:''' Bustling Midtown Manhattan. The Honks of the horns the taxi drivers death defying spiral driving and mad MADD foot trattic. Yeah, so, JStorm was just chillin' outside of his crib taking a few selfies in front of his front door when SPiderman drops a chick of, minor explanation and bounces. "I hate it when he does that.." So now, it is just JStorm and the chick and after a long moment he says nodding, "Soo..what's your name?" 

:'''{{#var:1156|Cindy Moon (1156)}} has posed:'''     Cindy is very quiet after Spider-Man webs off. She's holding a dufflebag made from spider silk very close to her chest as if the bag and its contents might protect her. Nervous, in a word, the young woman seems very uncertain about everything- the world around her is loud and hectic and very much causing the poor thing stress. Its obvious in every movement. In every moment.     "Cindy." she answers softly. "Cindy Moon." 

:'''{{#var:767|Johnny Storm (767)}} has posed:''' Johnny Storm extends his hand and says "Johnny Storm, but you can call me JStorm," he nods proudly. "So, what was he saying?" he points in the direction that Spiderman left. "I was busy takinga selfie, I really didn't catch it." 

:'''{{#var:1156|Cindy Moon (1156)}} has posed:'''     "Its not important." Cindy says, "This was a bad idea." she states, next, taking a slow breath as she stares around at all the people. "Its really loud here." she says, looking over to Johnny. "I'm not calling you Jstorm." she states then, as she takes a step away from all the noise. "Its really loud- can we go somewhere quieter? Please?" 

:'''{{#var:767|Johnny Storm (767)}} has posed:''' Johnny Storm nods, "Sure, but just a sec," he shows her the phone. Slowly move to just in front of her, turning the phone towards the two of them he snaps a photo. Then moving back to he space just as slowly he holds up on finger to have her wait justa moment longer #mynewfriendCindytheMoon "OK, let's go," he jerks his thumb through the doors and points towards the Elevator, "71st floor." 

:'''{{#var:1156|Cindy Moon (1156)}} has posed:''' Cindy Moon nods, watching as she's caught on camera with Johnny Storm. "Okay. Thank you." she says, with a rushed tone- nervous, perhaps a bit of fear there as she's quick to get inside and off the busy street. "There are so many people out there." she states, "So many people." she mumbles to herself. "Its okay, Cindy, get it together. They're just people. People are normal." 

:'''{{#var:1156|Cindy Moon (1156)}} has posed:'''     The ride up the elevator is silent. Cindy continues to cling to her dufflebag tightly as if it was the only armor she had in the world. This is all happening very fast, and she's not really sure how to take it all in. Still, she seems much calmer away from all the noise and people. 

:'''{{#var:767|Johnny Storm (767)}} has posed:''' Johnny Storm exits the elevator, he was still updating his Twitter and Instagram and Snapchat and at last thought he says, " "Might as well do Facebook as well," he shrugs. As the door opens he walks into the office very familiar and offering with a hand the dining room table, "Are you hungry, can I get you anything to eat?" he says walking into the kitchen pulling a protein shake out of the fridge. "Gotta get that protein yo." 

:'''{{#var:1156|Cindy Moon (1156)}} has posed:'''     "No. No thanks. I'm not hungry right now." Cindy replies, "Thank you, though." Very polite. "I just need somewhere safe to stay. Someone is after me. Someone dangerous. I was safe in my bunker, but Spider-Man stupidly opened it and likely doomed *everyone* doing it." she grumps.     "Uh, yeah. Protein is important." Cindy agrees, as she sits at the table quietly. "Look, maybe this was a bad idea. I'm sure I can find somewhere to stay." she continues, "Its just a bad idea, I mean, to stay here. This is a giant building and it isn't very well hidden and I'm not sure its a good idea." 

:'''{{#var:767|Johnny Storm (767)}} has posed:''' Johnny Storm shrugs eyeing her the hole time he was drinking his shake he says, "This place is the most secure place in the city maybe. If you are going to be in IN. Why. Cee? I think that you are going to want to be here. Plus, we can protect you, and I may not even need the other guys," he pauses. "Where are you from? 

:'''{{#var:1156|Cindy Moon (1156)}} has posed:'''     "Here. New York." Cindy states. "I grew up here. Sorta." she continues, "And from what's coming, I don't know that you can." Cindy says next as she pulls her knees up and just holds herself on the chair. She's looking around- a little wild-eyed, perhaps. Looking over her shoulder. She's clearly very nervous.     "I've been living somewhere safe for the last eight years or so." Cindy offers. "Its not safe anymore." 

:'''{{#var:767|Johnny Storm (767)}} has posed:''' Johnny Storm frowns, "And why would anyone be after little ole you?" 

:'''{{#var:1156|Cindy Moon (1156)}} has posed:'''     "Because." Cindy replies, "They hunt people like me. We're their food. People like me." she is deathly serious- "You can't feel it, but I can. We're in danger. Skittering along the web, along the strands.. I can feel it." she continues. "Traveling from place to place, he's coming. Morlun is coming, and he's very hungry." she takes a slow breath. "And I don't know if we can stop him. I don't think we can." 

:'''{{#var:767|Johnny Storm (767)}} has posed:''' Johnny Storm pulls out his phone and goes to google, "How do you spell that? And a web you say?" 

:'''{{#var:1156|Cindy Moon (1156)}} has posed:'''     "Morlun. Em-Oh-Ar-El-U-En." Cindy replies, "Yeah. Its... I have this sense. And its like a web, stretching out... and I know he's coming. I can feel it." 

:'''{{#var:767|Johnny Storm (767)}} has posed:''' Johnny Storm googles the name again...and again, "Well, what does he look like atleast so that I can punch him in the face?" He drops the cup into the sink without washing it and moves towards the table, "I am pretty good at that." 

:'''{{#var:1156|Cindy Moon (1156)}} has posed:'''     "I don't know." Cindy states. "I've never seen him. He's not here, yet. He's coming." she says next, "Look, this is a waste of time." she stands, taking her duffle bag and starting to walk off. "Thank you for letting me come here, but I think maybe I need to find somewhere else. It feels too exposed.. and I don't think you're taking this seriously. I spent eight years completely alone, hiding in a bunker from this guy to protect my family and protect myself. Maybe I should find somewhere for myself and not trust other people to help me in this." she says softly, "I need to figure this out..and.." she just shakes her head, looking down at herself- and then to the window.     "Look, Johnny, thank you. I just need to figure this out. Maybe find somewhere for myself- I don't know why Spider-Man dropped me off here, or why he thought this would be a good idea. I don't trust him." 

:'''{{#var:767|Johnny Storm (767)}} has posed:''' Johnny Storm shrugs, "Who knows with that guy. But you just stay here til we figure this out huh. My brother in law is the smartest guy in the world....maybe," he turns to the recpetionist and says, "Hey find some space for her and keep security around here will ya?" Then back to Cindy, "See. Easy Peasy. And will leave ya lond to do what you gotta do OK?" 

:'''{{#var:1156|Cindy Moon (1156)}} has posed:'''     "Fine, thanks. Maybe I'll be back later." Cindy offers as she's suddenly holding a white silk handkerchief- where'd she get that? She pulls off her shirt and the shorts she was wearing, stuffing them into her dufflebag before weaving herself an impromptu costume. ( https://i.imgur.com/DSnFLKF.jpg )     Cindy opens the window, and then just leaps out into the void beyond. There's a moment of nothing before *thwip!* "Sweeeeet!" she cries out, as she swings from a nearby building to land on the window once more- clinging just like Spiderman. "Hey, thanks Johnny." she says again- and then another leap 

:'''{{#var:767|Johnny Storm (767)}} has posed:''' Johnny Storm follows to the window and follows her with his gaze, "OK. Be careful out there. You know where to find us," he throws up a peace sign. "Deuces." 

:'''{{#var:1156|Cindy Moon (1156)}} has posed:''' Cindy Moon swings off into the distance, with all the grace one expects of a spider-person in New York City. 
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3104/Lorna meet Mom

2017-11-11T11:38:18Z

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|Poses=:'''{{#var:169|Kurt Wagner (169)}} has posed:'''     The blue ford small SUV is hardly the arrest me red electric sports car he used to drive. But, it does have heated seats so Lorna's tushie doesn't get too cold, so that is a plus. Ultimately, Kurt is happy with a lifestyle that is a little less rockstar than maybe he was living just a few scant months ago. The reason for that, no doubt, is the lovely Princess Lorna. Kurt has Lorna on his arm as he escorts her on into the bar, and right on over to a small table, tugging the chair out for her with his tail. "Brr." he mutters at Lorna. "The worst thing about this place is the winter, leibling." He stops the waitress. "1 lager, 1 diet soda, two waters. Vegetarian plate for her." She stops him. "Chicken fingers and fries for you, Kurt." He flushes indigo at that. "Ja!" She shoots back. "No beer for you, just Lorna?" He gives a little laugh at that. "Her turn to be designated driver?" His tail slashes as the waitress gives a little laugh at that and he tries to help Lorna out of her coat. "Oh! Please, also a hot cocoa for Lorna, if you do nicht mind?" He moves to removes his own coat as well. 

:'''{{#var:128|Polaris (128)}} has posed:''' "No cocoa for you, Kurt? We could mix it with your beer." Lorna teases and lifts a shoulder to the waitress. "I take pity and drive on occasion." She offers and smiles to her easily before sitting and nudging Kurt's chair out with a foot. "I would think the cold didn't bother you much, Germany must have had it's share of chilly winters. I grew up in much warmer climates, it still mystifies me, the first snow fall and the way it all changes." 

:'''{{#var:197|Mystique (197)}} has posed:''' Out of the back pool room, a blonde woman emerges, carrying a pool cue. She looks to be around age 30 or 35, but she's very attractive either way. She has a black sleeveless shirt on that is cut just short enough to expose the part of her stomach above her black slim fit jeans. The blonde walks into the main room of Harry's, toward the bar, she moves TO the bar and smiles at the man behind it. "Beer, please. The expensive kind." She looked to Lorna and Kurt and would offer them both a pleasant smile. 

:'''{{#var:169|Kurt Wagner (169)}} has posed:'''     "Ja!" Kurt agrees. "It gets plenty cold in Germany,und the trailer was a little drafty." Kurt adds, 'The fur does nicht help as much as one would hope." He admits. His tail slides under the table to coil around Lorna's ankle in a casual manner as if that is where it goes all the time.     Harry's has several beer snobs. The waitress pours the blond a nice domestic craft beer that is not too carbonated, but has a nice aroma and a decent head. She cautions, "A little weaker than some might like. But, that can be a plus?" She smiles. 

:'''{{#var:128|Polaris (128)}} has posed:''' "So what your saying is you could use a nice winter parka?" Lorna wonders. "I've been debating what to get you for Christmas, Hanuka too-though I won't push it on you, going to temple and all that." She tells Kurt and glances at the blonde, more surprised by the lack of bundling they all seem to favor at the bar. Looking back at Kurt, she leans back in her chair, content and happy. 

:'''{{#var:197|Mystique (197)}} has posed:''' The blonde accepts the drink from the waitress and thanks her with a sweet smile before she she sipped from it and walked toward the jukebox on the wall beside the door, which lead her past where Kurt and Lorna were. She set the pool cue down against the machine while she eyed the song selection and eventually would choose a quiet Elvis song after dropping some money into the machine. 

:'''{{#var:169|Kurt Wagner (169)}} has posed:'''     "Nein. They get in the way." Kurt says. "I just will be a little cold. Winter does not last forever." Kurt reaches over to hold Lorna's hand. "I do nicht need anything. We haff other expenses coming up. Maybe a nice night out for each other?" It takes the waitress a few moments. Cocoa is not something they just pour out of a tap here. After a few moments, the drinks arrive.     Song selection is pretty standard. A little too heavy on Journey for Kurt's tastes. 

:'''{{#var:128|Polaris (128)}} has posed:''' "Elvis, old school. I like how Jukeboxes almost never have new music-have you noticed babe?" She asks Kurt, thanking the Waitress and wrapping her hands around the cocoa. She huddles to it and looks at Kurt. "We can afford it, those other expenses. I'm still going to get you a gift, even if it's a picture frame made with sticks and dried macaroni." She teases, her tone dry as she looks at him. "It's going to be fine, try to enjoy things a little, we're in a good place to." 

:'''{{#var:197|Mystique (197)}} has posed:''' The blonde turned away from the jukebox with her beer and pool cue back in ahnd and she walked casually, if a bit slowly, past the two at the table. She paused then to smile at them both. "Harry doesn't allow new music in the jukebox. He says it makes his ears bleed." She said in a soft and sultry voice, enjoying the song she'd selected. She moves past them and settles down into a chair at a table beside their's, by herself. Though she doesn't outright stare at them, she just leans back in her chair and closes her eyes while leaning the pool cue against the table and resting the glass of beer on her lap. 

:'''{{#var:169|Kurt Wagner (169)}} has posed:'''     "We are, ja!" Kurt agrees. he gives a little nod of his head. "Und we have help should things get out of hand." Kurt says. His grin is warm. With a tilt of his head as he tightens his tail on Lorna, Kurt just answers her. "I am just making sure we are in a position for when a shoe drops. Lorna, I have never been happier. You. The baby on the way? Never happier. I guess is just.." He releases her hand to gesture with his in an open sort of gesture. "I have never had anything to really lose before?" He makes a slightly uncomfortable face. "I do not need a present, because I would rather just enjoy things, honestly? Rather than work meinself up over yet another grand gesture to you, well, simply stopping meinself before that happens, just feeling our way through the holidays? That seems like enough for me? Maybe we can pose for a family photo of sorts. You can wear the dress we got married in, und we can call it a wedding picture? ja." Kurt settles his hand on hers. "I am sorry you did nicht get the big wedding. or your prince charming!" he gives her a playful wink. 

:'''{{#var:128|Polaris (128)}} has posed:''' "You worry too much." Lorna shakes her head. "There is no other shoe, well-maybe the baby, but we can handle that surprise fine." She points out and sips her cocoa before offering him a sip. "No grand gestures, but you're right, a picture together would be nice. Wait till we have you sitting for an official portrait." She warns teasingly. "Smooth your hair down and put you in a suit, and sash." She nudges Kurt. Looking to the blonde as she finally settles near them Lorna nods. "That sounds like Harry. Holding on to the good old days." 

:'''{{#var:197|Mystique (197)}} has posed:''' The blonde sat forward in her chair, unable to not overhear what the couple were saying. She turned around then to face them and she smiled at them. "A baby?" She said to them. "That is so wonderful!" She looked delightfuly elated for both of them. "Let me buy your dinner tonight, anything you want, its on me." Her blue eyes looked from Lorna to Kurt and she raised her beer for a sip. "Its the least I can do, afterall." She said in a slightly softer tone with a distant smile tugging at the corner of her lips. 

:'''{{#var:169|Kurt Wagner (169)}} has posed:'''     His nose wrinkles. Kurt chuckles. "parted down he middle, ja?" He makes as if to smooth his hair out. "Flat und straight here, like a helmet, then feathery und sticking out at the edge?" he asks with a little wink. "Fake medals? Can I nicht just wear a white suit und a white Panama hat like some Banana Republic dictator?" Kurt teases the princess.     The blond woman pulls Kurt out of his little comedic bit about this 'Prince Consort' business. He blinks a couple of times, "Oh. Umm, mein. we were just talking." He hastily back pedals. His face going indigo in a blush is proof of the lie. "Nein Nein. We could nicht accept!" he looks at the woman, tilting his head to the side. he hadn't really looked at her before. Her tones are odd, but he certainly cannot place her. She's far too good to make a slip up. He stares at her for a moment, then shakes his head clear. "Sorry. Umm. Kurt. Kurt Wagner." He stands up, like he was taught to do. He takes the step over to offer the lady his hand. "Mein wife, Lorna." He introduces the green-tressed woman, his tail tip giving a little quiver of happiness at being able to call her that. 

:'''{{#var:128|Polaris (128)}} has posed:''' Leaning forward, Lorna looks around Kurt. "Thank you for your offer, but Kurt's right, we simply couldn't accept." She tells the blond and sits back, watching Kurt get flustered with a happy smile. She swirls her cocoa a little and reaches out to twitch Kurt's tail, teasing him some as he fusses and moves about. 

:'''{{#var:197|Mystique (197)}} has posed:''' The blonde would accept their denial of her payment and she'd just softly nod her head and force a smile onto her lips. "Very well, if you insist." She said before watching Kurt stand and move offer his hand. She'd stand up to accept it then and look between the. "Married too? Wow, thats wonderful as well. Kind of rare these days for people to get knocked up and actually be married..." She grinned at them both. The blonde took Kurt's hand and gave it a honest firm squeeze. She looked from Lorna back to him and she grinned. "You did good. Found yourself a pretty one." She was being friendly, if a bit odd... but how normal are strange women in bars really anyway? 

:'''{{#var:169|Kurt Wagner (169)}} has posed:'''     It does through him a little. Kurt looks at her for a moment longer. "Do we know you?" He asks. Like he is searching a memory. He's a clever one, but he taps his forehead with the back of his hand. "Oh ja? You work at the dealerhsip?" he asks. He nods. "Ja. That is where I know you from. You helped with the car paperwork?" He looks over at Lorna and his grin is just this side of goofy. "She is lovely." He agrees. "Thank goodness smart, beautiful women can haff the worst of taste in men?" He deflects with humor, but he is obviously teasing. "You come here often?" He asks the blond. He pauses. "I did nicht catch your name?" 

:'''{{#var:128|Polaris (128)}} has posed:''' Blinking, Lorna shakes her head. "How dare I snag one of the good ones?" She drawls to Kurt and sips her cocoa, letting him chat. She is content to watch him catch up with his car dealership lady friend and warm up in the bar, her compliment winning the woman a quick smile rather than deflecting like Kurt does. It leaves her free to check her emails on her phone, ever working. 

:'''{{#var:197|Mystique (197)}} has posed:''' The blonde turned and sat her glass down onto the bar and then placed her hands onto her hips and smiled at Lorna and then to Kurt. "Car dealership... I think I had that job for all of an hour." She joked, but it wasn't really a joke, a laughed was released then and she softly shook her head. "No... I don't believe you know me. I don't believe either of you know me. To be perfectly honest, I'm not sure that I know me either." Another faint grin was givne to them both. "I did used to know Charles Xavier though... You..." She pointed at them both, one and then the other. "You both work at his school up the road, yeah?" 

:'''{{#var:169|Kurt Wagner (169)}} has posed:'''     Kurt is used to being recognized. The other words though, they raise a little alarm bell in his mind. His tail goes absolutely still. Kurt's eyes widen just a little. About seven emotions war on his face. For just a moment, he is really worried. Then he tries to dismiss it as a bit of paranoia. He scoffs at himself. "For a moment, I thought." His tail witches. "Well, if you are a freund to Charles, then you have to join us then, ja?" Because that makes her family of a sort. Kurt reaches over to pull out a chair for the woman. "You do nicht seem old enough to be one of the students. Lorna und I have been there for more years than we might care to admit." Kurt tilts a brow. "I am a mutant, you see?" His tail tip gives a little flick as if in jest. "I know. It is very shocking, ja?" His smile quirks. "I seemed so normal?" He winks at Lorna. 

:'''{{#var:128|Polaris (128)}} has posed:''' "Oh, you have a tail! How on Earth did I miss that?" Lorna wonders all wide eyed innocence before studying the blonde woman herself. "Hmmm, a friend of Charles? The professor knows so many people, doesn't he?" She wonders wearily and resolves to keep her guard up as she looks between the two. 

:'''{{#var:197|Mystique (197)}} has posed:''' The blonde would show her smile once more to both of them. To Lorna she'd first reply to though. "Oh yes... Kind and generous people often do." She'd then adjust her eyes to the chair that Kurt offered. "I can't, really. Not in good conscious... you two are on a date tonight and it wouldn't be my place to disturb that anymore than I already have." She'd tkae a second to breath in between her lips and then softly release it. "I have to be on my way anyway. I have a whole -house- full of cats waiting to be fed when I get home. The little hell raisers that they are." She'd grin then and turn to maker her way toward the bar, she'd pull a wallet out of her backpocket and start to slide some money to the barkeep. 

:'''{{#var:169|Kurt Wagner (169)}} has posed:'''     He gasps. "I do?" He turns around, mock chasing it. Kurt gives a warm little laugh. He then nods to the blond woman. "If you insist." He agrees. he frowns though. he starts to open his mouth. He closes it. He opens it. He looks pained for a moment. "Mom?" he asks. He doesn't know. There is no way he could know. He says it faintly. He's embarrassed. He regrets it as soon as he asks. There is just something in the tone though. Something just a little plaintive. He bites his bottom lip, hating that he even asked.     It was a shot in the dark. "I. Nicht. Sorry." Kurt backpedals. "I hoped-- thought you were someone else." He cradles his face in his hand, embarrassed and sits back down. "Enjoy your katzchens, fraulein." 

:'''{{#var:128|Polaris (128)}} has posed:''' Watching Kurt, Lorna arches a brow when Kurt calls the blond his mom and proceeds to look embarrassed. She rubs his back lightly with a hand and waves the other to the woman. "Have a good evening." she offers and looks at Kurt. "No one had a shiv pressed to them or ended up roped into anything on toward so there's no way your mother could be here, darling." 

:'''{{#var:197|Mystique (197)}} has posed:''' The blonde woman had paid for their meal, they just didn't know it yet. She'd left a total of two hundred dollars at the bar to cover everything they'd be buying for the remainder of their evening and then she'd turned around and smiled at them. She didn't react to the mom part, she acted like she hadn't even heard it even if she had. She was his mother by biological rules, but she knew damn well that she wasn't a mother to him, she'd treated him terribly and she had no right to hold that title over him. The blonde woman, having not ever given a name, smiled at them. "Have a lovely dinner." She said on her way out of the bar. ... Once outside, she walked to Kurt's vehicle and she took a moment beside it to slip something under the windshield wiper that she'd also had in her wallet. She'd come here tonight for a reason, and it was to congratulate Lorna and Kurt for their wedding and their child on the way. Under the windshield wiper was the only picture she'd ever had of Kurt when he was a baby, it was old and crumpled, but he'd know it was him. A car pulled up moments later and inside it a man with goggles on his eyes looked out at the blonde. She turned to face him, walked toward his car and got inside, it drove away into the night there-after. 

:'''{{#var:169|Kurt Wagner (169)}} has posed:''' Sitting back down, Kurt agrees. "Ja." he smiles. "Of course not." he'll be pleasant and wonderful all night, even fogetting things. But the dinner being bought? It worries him. And if someone were to be watching from a half a mile off from some optics, they'd see an absolute meltdown as a sobbing Elf falls to his knees and has to be held by his wife. 
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3103/Lets be frank in Sleepy Hollow

2017-11-11T11:37:31Z

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|Poses=:'''{{#var:1140|Frank Castle (1140)}} has posed:'''     Night has fallen in Sleepy Hollow, New York. The town has remained quaint despite being only a little way up the river from the big city. Small churches, graveyards, a big grassy common in the middle of town, and images of the Headless Horseman and pumpkins are everywhere despite being after Halloween. The big crowds have drifted away for another year as the air begins to get colder. Even now, a few lonely snowflakes fall framed in the weak light of the aging street lights.     Frank Castle is moving along the quiet street towards the famous Covered Bridge that was immortalized by Washington Irving. He knows Boss Bakker has sent men up here. Looking for the fabled Hessian's Head that inspired Irving's tale. Bakker was a Dutchman with dreams of rivaling the Italians and Irish in New York State. According to legend, the Head would grant the owner power although what kind of power was kind of vague.     Frank pulls his long trenchcoat about him a bit closer as he comes in sight of the bridge. It was well taken care of for the tourists, but even in the moonlight, he could see the marks or history on it. A slight burn there. A horseshoe imprint in a bit of soft wood. 

:'''{{#var:1377|Frankenstein (1377)}} has posed:''' Frankenstein takes any attempt at desecration or reanimation of corpses very seriously. He has also gotten word of the blashemes attempted...even for a murderer and in this case he is fully prepared to deal with it in a most physical fashion. 

:'''{{#var:67|Lara Croft (67)}} has posed:''' Lara Croft was inside of her jeep, driving toward the town at lawful speeds withher headlights on, she had some classical music playing inside of the covered Jeep's interior. She glanced at her GPS and saw the destination where she was asked to meet with someone, it was a bar just outside of town. The jeep's headlights bobbed up and down on the street as she drew closer to the bridge and her eyes rose up to look at it. "Classic Americana." She quietly muttered to herself, her vehicle slowing down... Lara decided she wanted pictures of the bridge for touristy reasons and for study both. Her black jeep pulled off to the side of the road and after a moment the ioterior lights turned off and the young archaeologist stepped out of the vehicle, showed signs of acknowledging the cold... and went to zip her black leather jacket up while closing the Jeep door with her right elbow. 

:'''{{#var:1140|Frank Castle (1140)}} has posed:'''     Frank pauses as the jeep gets closer and moves to the far side of the street. He was hoping for few eyes here as it was after the Halloween season. As he gets close to the edge of the road, voices can be heard coming up from beneath the bridge. They are heavily accented with New York City, but what they are saying is quite clear as of yet. There is the faint sound of a metal hitting stone though followed by a few choice four letter words. Frank's hand slips into his pocket as he tries to get to the left of the bridge and move down the ridge without falling down the steep ridge. 

:'''{{#var:67|Lara Croft (67)}} has posed:''' Lara turns to face the covered bridge now and in the dark... even with some lamp posts around, it is a notorious sight for sure. "Rather creepy." Lara quietly said to herself while fishing her smart phone out of her right jacket hand warmer. She carefully walked toward the bridge and started to line up some photos, snapping a few of them off. The sound of footsteps softly moving down the ridge is what drew her eyes toward the bank of Frank. It was dark, he was dressed in dark clothing, but she caught just the barest sight of him before he moved further down. She heard the voices too... barely anyway... so she just assumed it was people doing the same thing she was. Lara looked back to the bridge, the young British woman muttered. "Oh, Ichabod... Why did you have to lose your head." She softly spoke, mostly to herself. 

:'''{{#var:1377|Frankenstein (1377)}} has posed:''' Frankenstein is hardly the most stealthy of individuals though he can if he has to. As it is, he is trundling through the woods as he sees them at the grave sight. He's about to bellow and roar but hasn't crossed that threshold yet. Instead, he looks around and finds a good oak tree. He isn't the Hulk so he can't use it like a bat as he'd wish, but he can damn well push it onto the bastards....as it is he is trying to figure out a destructive angle that doesnt smash headstones 

:'''{{#var:1140|Frank Castle (1140)}} has posed:'''     In the ravine beneath the Ichabod bridge, there are a few very old looking headstones. They seem to almost blend into the rocky ground with the moss growing over them along with the leaves, trash from above, and the stench of rotting organic matter although in this case, it is probably still mostly foilage. There are four men near the old stones. Three have shovels and the fourth stands off to the side with a cigar in his mouth. The smoke curls around his head and adds to the aroma of the place.     "This has to be the place. Why eles couldn't the horseman cross this bridge, huh?" asks Cigar.     "Yeah, well, maybe you should did then. Soil is all damn rock," retorted one of the diggers.     Castle isn't aware of Lara behind him or the fact that a literary monster is lurking in the trees watching what is going on beneath the bridge. His focus is on Cigar. He slowly pulls his hand out of his jacket, removing a large, heavy gun, and pulling back the hammer softly. 

:'''{{#var:67|Lara Croft (67)}} has posed:''' Lara certainly had no idea that a monster was in a tree either, and she'd like to hope it stayed there and stayed out of her mind SHOULD she have known! Once she had a few pictures taken she stepped around to the side of the bridge and she thought she could better pick out some of the words being spoken down there... so her curiosity became too much to bare, so she decided to head down there herself. Maybe there was an information kiosk or some kind of part of the bridge she wasn't aware of. Lara went down the ledge in mostly the same wya that Frank had gone moments before, and in fact she tried to look around to see where he'd gone so she'd know where to go as well. 

:'''{{#var:1140|Frank Castle (1140)}} has posed:'''     In front of Lara, Frank is moving down to one knee and taking aim at Cigar as the smoke intensifies around his large, round head. There is suddenly the call of an owl and what sounds like the beat of hooves in the distance. The Diggers stop what they are doing and look around. The dark just seems almost dark now as if the weak street lights were getting worse all of a sudden.     "What the hell is that?" asks Digger 1. He looks down at the headstone where his shovel had been. He can't read the name due to age, but the stone has a fresh scar in it from the shovel. The three diggers take a step back as the wind picks up and the branches of the trees on either side of the ravine begin to sway and creak. 

:'''{{#var:67|Lara Croft (67)}} has posed:''' Once she was down there, Lara realized that there wasn't anything special down here for a tourist to be doing... She looked ahead at Frank where he was and then she could hear the voices of the men up ahead... and she could vaguely make out what they were doing in the dark. About fifteen feet behind Frank, Lara called out. "Excuse me!" She said with a raised voice. A moment later she said it again with an even louder voice. Lara's right hand went toward her jacket and she dipped it inside against her hoodie to wrap her fingers around the butt of her handgun... her gut told her that something was wrong here and her gut instincts had always been right before, or most of the time anyway. 

:'''{{#var:1140|Frank Castle (1140)}} has posed:'''     "Holy Jeez! Someone's there!" The three Diggers turn toward the sound of Lara's voice already pulling out guns. They are obviously nervous with the night and the sounds around them. "Lady, don't take another step forward," cries a shaky voice from the Diggers. Cigar, however, is being calm. "Knew it wasn't no ghost. Just some busy body down from Boston or something. Ain't Salem enough for you, lady. Go back and tell 'em in Boston that the Sox suck and always will." Cigar is walking towards the sound of Lara's voice mistaken her British accent for old Boston. "I'm not going to ask again so nicely."     Frank Castle hates being surprised and suddenly hearing Lara's voice behind him does just that. He drops to the ground into the cold mud and leaves biting back the cursewords. He tries to remain still, trying to pick out Lara's form in the dark from where her voice was while still keeping the Bakker Boys in sight as well. 

:'''{{#var:67|Lara Croft (67)}} has posed:''' Lara's left hand came out of her jacket with a high powered LED flashlight and she flicked it on. When she saw their guns she suddenly darted toward a rock ledge outcropping and she slammed her back up against it while leaving the flaslight aimed right at the men to hopefully blinde them. "Wait!" She shouted. "I am Special Agent Lara Croft with SHIELD. I am not here to arrest, or detain anyone. I am simply investigating a crime." Which was true, the beheading of Ichadod Crane... it was just a very old crime. "Please! I am not here for a fight!" The british woman shouted, having mostly forgotten about Frank for the time being, she'd seen him go down though but she wasn't sure entirely why. 

:'''{{#var:1140|Frank Castle (1140)}} has posed:'''     "Yeah, fight this!" Shots ring out as the flashlight goes on, but they are wild shots. They aim towards the light, but it is way too powerful in their eyes for them to get any kind of measured shots off towards her. "SHIELD's here! That means we gotta be close," comes Cigar's voice. "Keep digging! It has to be here." There are a few more shots towards the light, trying to knock out the blinding light.     As the echo of shots die away, the sound that could be laughter or perhaps just the wind moves through the branches. A few leaves are still hanging on are knocked loose and swirl about the ground as if something very fast had just rushed by them.     Frank takes advantage of the Lara distraction. He puts his own weapon back in his coat and begins to crawl to the side, away from the light, as he tries to outflank the bastards as they deal with Lara. 

:'''{{#var:67|Lara Croft (67)}} has posed:''' Lara's flashlight was SHIELD-issued, so its powerful... very powerful and she lodged it into the stonewall a few feet to her right, jamming aagainst the stone and the mud. She reached for her phone and lifted it up for the emergency SHIELD channel. She spoke into it, though her voice wasn't loud enough for any of the others to hear her signaling her position and the need of backup... she knew backup was a ways out still too. Lara leaned her head back against the rock outcropping, she waited for their gunshots to die down and she could hear them laughing? She steeled herself with a couple long breaths and then stepped out from behind the rock and looked right at where one of the two men was... the light all over them. Lara raised her gun and lined the shot up for his kneecap, she fired! 

:'''{{#var:1140|Frank Castle (1140)}} has posed:'''     Digger 1 goes down as his kneecap suddenly explodes with a pink mist. He cries out in pain as he falls down. Two and Three try to pinpoint Lara. Stil, that light is just blinding them. Their shots are going wild. Trying to shoot in the direction that One had been facing, thinking that is where she is, but they can't see. Suddenly Two is hit and spun as if hit by something large rushing by. Two crashes to the dirt as the sound of hoofbeats is there, but then is gone. Three screams in terror and is emptying his clip wildly in all directions now.     Cigar is standing back and out of the way. He isn't firing blindly. He will wait until this lady SHIELD agent decides to step forward and check a body. He will wait for.....suddenly he is gurgling in blood as Frank comes up behind Cigar and cuts his throat with this Marine K Bar. Cigar drops, still quivering, into the mud. Frank takes a step forward only to get hit by the rushing wind. His coat flies open, spinning him around looking like a huge black bird coming to land in the ravine. 

:'''{{#var:67|Lara Croft (67)}} has posed:''' It all happened so fast... She tagged the one guy in the leg, but the others? She wasn't entirely sure what had happened. Lara had been in plenty of heart racing situations before and she'd actually become a junky for that kind of adrenaline rush... but that wasn't to say she liked hurting people, because at her core, she didn't. Lara would come to stand in the light after all the attackers had seemingly gone down... She saw the man in black also fall and with her gun still drawn she slowly walked in his direction. The men who were injured but still alive, were making various levels of unpleasant and distracting noises, but Lara was tuning that out.... her focus was on Frank's back, she didn't think he'd been hit by anything... she saw the blood pouring out of Cigar's throat though, which was, unsettling but also nothing exactly new to her. She'd seen a lot of blood in her young life. 

:'''{{#var:1140|Frank Castle (1140)}} has posed:'''     Two is out cold on the ground, but appears to be alive. After Three's weapon and begun clicking empty, he had fallen to his knees almost crying until Lara stepped forward. "Angel of Death...Angel of Death," he keeps muttering as he looks towards the direction that Frank had fallen down with the spin of his jacket.     Frank curses under his breath at being blindsided like that. His knife had gone flying out of his hand and he is still crouched on the ground, patting around looking for it. He almost senses Lara's behind him. "YOu want to help find that knife or what?" He finally turns his head to look up at Lara. "SHIELD is going for them young these days, huh?" he says before turning back to look at the ground.     Down the ravine now from where they are, a small flame bursts into life. It seems to be contained in something, but much too far away from either of them to be sure. The light just doesn't carry right to be an open campfire. 

:'''{{#var:67|Lara Croft (67)}} has posed:''' Lara's eues scanned over the men on the ground, all of them. She kept her gun trained on them and was breathing fairly evenly while the light from her flashlight was making her breath (and theirs) visibly smokey in its steamy form. Lara spotted the knife first and she put her boot ontop of it to conceal it from Frank's eyes. "SHIELD chooses based on talent and ability." Was her soft rebutal. "You don't need your knife any longer." The Brit said further to him. "The authorities are on their way, they will have medical aide here for those who need it... and then handcuffs for everyone who just attack an agent with no just cause." The flame igniting in the distance DID catch Lara's eyes, and she glanced at it, but it could be... anything, really, left over halloween stuff. She had more important things to watch over here. 

:'''{{#var:1140|Frank Castle (1140)}} has posed:'''     Frank rises up to his feet and turns to look at Lara. "Never had much use for SHIELD. Just one more police force hampered by its own rules and red tape." He adjusts his jacket and dusts off the dust before looking over towards One, clutching his knees and not moving. OVer to Two. Out Cold from something. Three, babbling like a crazy man. He finally turns towards the fire light in the distance, eyes narrowing. He looks back finally to Lara. "I won't be here when the authorities arrive, Ma'am. You like that explaining things and all. I just like doing."     The flame suddenly lurches in the distance as if moving higher, but the source is still unseen. 

:'''{{#var:67|Lara Croft (67)}} has posed:''' Lara's eyes were primarily on that of Frank now, watching him as he moved and talked at her. She could tell he was a veteran of some kind, police maybe, marine possibly... he had that look about him, that hard and grizzled far-off stare. "Look." She told him. "You haven't tried to kill me tonight, so I have no apparent issues with you. I work for an agency that is trying to protect the entire planet, its no small ask, I assure you." Lara couldn't help but glance in the direction of that fire in the distance as it moved some, but she put her eyes back at Frank. "But I could very much use your assistance in corroborating my story with the local law enforcement." 

:'''{{#var:1140|Frank Castle (1140)}} has posed:'''     "I can take that one," Frank says with a gesture toward the dead Cigar, "and get rid of him so you just have to explain the three living ones. This is the one I wanted any way. He is Bakker's Consigliere. He had been hip deep in drugs and underage prostitution." He moves towards teh body of Cigar and reaches down to grip the man's hair. "As for you, got no beef with you, but you don't want to make me talk to the police. Won't end well."     The light is getting brighter. From around the corner of the ravine, a shadow comes that could be just rocks falling down the wall or perhaps a huge horse with a rider on top. The flame is there now. It looks as if a fire is trapped inside a grinning pumpkin. The shadow rears back or is that just the trees flapping wildly as the wind picks up again. Creaking wood of branches sounds like a high pitched laugh rolling through the ravine now.     Frank reaches into his pocket for his weapon. "Okay. I am not liking this." 

:'''{{#var:67|Lara Croft (67)}} has posed:''' Lara would watch him move to the body of Cigar and she'd shake her head. "No, you can't... his blood is on the ground. They'll run tests on all the blood sampled here at the crime scene. They'll know a man is missing." She knew she couldn't leave Frank go... She also knew that she WASN'T a cop, not really anyway. She wasn't even an American citizen for that matter. Lara was about to say something further when that 'thing' appeared/happened and it made her sweep her gun around and take her boot off of his knife on the ground also. She took a step back. "What, the hell, is that?" She said into the dark, the fire-thing had come close, very close. "This is an open crime scene. I am an Agent of SHIELD. You need to cease interfering at once!" She shouted into the darkness. 

:'''{{#var:1140|Frank Castle (1140)}} has posed:'''     The wind simply picks up so that is causing Frank's coat to billow out behind him. Tree branches click off each other or are those horse hooves pawing at the earth. The flame light seems to glow brighter, almost pulsing, from that bend in the ravine. The shadow dances back and forth beneath the flaming gourd, but the shadow is wrong for the light source. If there was something under the pumpkin, it would be casting the shadow down onto the ground rather than just be a darker mass in the night. "Who?" it seems to call out to the pair or is that just an owl. The question seems to carry for too long to simply be the bird of prey. "Whooooooooo?" it becomes a howl in the air. Are there wolves in New York again? That sounded too big to be a coyote.     Frank moves to stand next to Lara, facing whatever that thing is just out of eye focusing distance. "I say we either shoot now or we need to leave." He doesn't sound like he is happy with those options. His eye catches the glint of his knife as Lara's boot moves. He moves to kneel slowly, scooping it up, even as he doesn't let his gaze fall from that shadow. 

:'''{{#var:67|Lara Croft (67)}} has posed:''' Lara heard the howling/hooting and it was wholely unsettling, but she'd seen plenty of wholely unsettling things already before. She shifted her weight on her feet in the soft grass and gripped her gun with both hands. Her flashlight was still stuck in the wall behind them all and she looked over at Frank. "We can't leave a crime scene, these men... they're in need of medical assistance." She'd tell him before looking back at the... thing. "Its not real." She told him. "Its a halloween trick. An illusion. Magic perhaps, a child found a spellbook." She'd worked with Doctor Strange, she knew that magic was real and the ability to fake things like this was 'out there'. 

:'''{{#var:1140|Frank Castle (1140)}} has posed:'''     "It could also just be this place," Frank says even as he takes a step back from the appirition. "I know something about cursed earth. This place....feels wrong. Like the jungle felt wrong. Crime scene or now, we are the intruders here, Agent." Frank moves towards Cigar with his K Bar back in his hand. He grips the hair and with surgical prescision, removes the scalp. He tucks that into a cargo pocket on his leg. Glancing back down the ravine, he bends the head back and finishes the slice. The sharp blade cuts the head off and Frank carries it back towards Lara. He pauses for a second and looks at her without almost a slight chuckle and grin. "Here's to your crime scene." He lobs the head down the ravine towards the half shadow, half horseman.     The laughter begins again echoing through the trees. Mixing with birds suddenly taking off, rustling the branches. Wings beating. The flame begins to dim. It doesn't move backwards as the shadow seems to stay there. Rearing and settling again, but the light fades, and the ravine is beginning to look like a ravine again. 

:'''{{#var:67|Lara Croft (67)}} has posed:''' Lara held her gun at the ready and she turned to watch Frank as he moved. "You can't be serious." She said in that way that only a British woman from London could say. "You believe that that..." She looked over at the ravine. "Thing. Is the... Headless Horseman?" She was breathing heavily still, her breath visible in the light. Lara watched him with his knife. "What are you doin--" She turned her head and winced and then looked away as he did the rest, she'd seen gore... but that didn't mean she had to enjoy it. "Jesus, christ." She uttered now, watching him toss the 'offering' to the spirit. As it faded she just shook her head in continued disbelief. "Nnnooo." She said in a drawn out way. "I can't accept it. This bridge is a tourist trap. There is a -gift shop- not fifty feet from where we -stand-." She'd now say to Frank. 

:'''{{#var:1140|Frank Castle (1140)}} has posed:'''     "Yeah, and when is that gift shop open, Agent?" Frank asks in response. He pulls a cloth out of the jacket and whipes down the knife before slipping into its holster on his chest. "Something happened here. Probably long before Irving ever wrote that story. It probably has taken the shape of the horsemen over the years because of the tourists, but who knows what really happened here." Frank moves to one knee to run his fingers through the dirt. He looks back up and somehow the head is gone. He had seen it land. He saw nothing come and take it, but it is gone now. "If there is any kind of relic here, you better tell your SHIELD friends to keep an eye on it. I will deal with the mob getting ambitious back in the city." 

:'''{{#var:67|Lara Croft (67)}} has posed:''' Lara silently relented to that point from the man, the gift shop had only daily operating hours. She shut out a huff of an exhale that was intermixed with an exasperated laugh and her gun hand came up to press the back of said hand to her forehead. She paced. Her eyes would come to look at the digging tools that the men had been using. "The relic." She said. Thats why she'd been called here/sent here... summoned, maybe by one of these men or someone they knew at that bar down the street. Lara turned back to him, toward Frank. "Go on then." She said to him. "I'll deal with whats here." She didn't exactly know how, but she'd handle it--somehow. She'd killed THREE people in an alleyway two nights before Halloween, and now this. SHIELD wasn't an easy job! 
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