18 .::. Female .::. Britain
Street Performer for the Green Hill Commedia dell'arte Company of London, England
::. Jester was born to Harlequin(Daniel Smithson) and Columbine(Anna Bynes-Smithson) along with her twin brother Motley (Michael Smithson) and older brother Clown (Mark Smithson). Their Uncle Pantalone (Samuel Myers) and Aunt Pierrot ( Mary Smithson-Myers) also perform with them. They travel around Europe giving the masses a Grade A Commedia dell'arte performance twice a day, three on Sunday. Jane was born into performing as were the rest of her family. The show is so ingrained in their minds they normally just call each other by their stage names even when they aren't performing. There's nothing they won't do for each other and even less they'll let others do to them. You start trouble with one member you'll have six muscular and athletic people armed with sticks and most other tools you'd find lying around waiting to beat you down.
Jester's role is mostly the Narrator and Commentator for their shows. She also works with her brother Clown to attract an Audience for their main show.
Her personality is very much like Motley's but her humor is witty not just silly. She plays clever pranks and jokes on unsuspecting bystanders nothing mean or bad but like the occasional pie or bucket of water falling off a door.
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Xbox One Gamertag: Free Today56 just say who you are first.
Breath deep as the snow falls around you. Let it fill your lungs and purify the fires of doubt within you.
Name: Dexter Icarus Key
Age: 31
Sex: male
Occupation: Detective for the local Police Department
Spoiler: Dex
Short black hair, light brown eyes and somewhat pale skin.
Body Type: Avg. height and size not skinny, not fat, fit as any 22 year old. But a very hairy man and proud of it.
Weapon:
Spoiler: Colt .45 Anaconda
Items of significance: His father's pocket watch and grandfather's hat
Biography & personality: Dexter was the son of a Vietnam war veteran Named Uriah Key, sadly Uriah vanished while Dex was still in his childhood. He had major PTSD so maybe it was better he didn't have a chance to be killed by a shoe for sneaking up on Dad. But his life was good nothing bad just normality he even joined the police department and made it to Detective. Right now he's just taking his cases and going home to his apartment every night.
His personality is hard but fair, he lives on the grind stone but doesn't forget there's more to life. Basically your everyday Detective that works hard and loves to dress up like he's in a Noir movie.
Would you like to be a Dreamer?: [X] Yes [] No
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Xbox One Gamertag: Free Today56 just say who you are first.
Breath deep as the snow falls around you. Let it fill your lungs and purify the fires of doubt within you.
Spoiler: Running Buck "Man on the Silver Mountain"
Name: Running Buck
Alias: Man on the Silver Mountain, Silver Mountain Man, or Man.
Origin: Marvel
Age: 36
Spoiler: Appearance
Running Buck or RB to his friends and family is a prime example of his people. 6'7, 185 pounds, his hair is black and long and his eyes are a warm brown in color. He wears worn blue jeans, moccasins, and either an animal hide tribe shirt of a plain white T. He also has a turquoise beaded belt that enhances his connection to the spirit world.
As Man though he grows to an impressive 7 foot even, 300 pounds, his hair stays long and black but it shimmers slightly and his eyes shift in color to whatever power he is using. His clothing consists of white animal skin and fur and is purely tribal complete with charms, totems, beads, and intricate markings. His beaded belt become pure white stone and it too shifts with his powers.
Spoiler: Weapons and Gear
As RB he only carries a 5 inch steel fixed blade knife, some fire-starting tools, a flashlight, some fishing line, and an oak walking staff. He also carries a H&K Expert Pistol that he got off a crook and some extra ammo. And of course his beaded belt with the symbols of the spirit animals whose powers he has.
When he became Man though the knife becomes a 10 inch steel and Elkhorn bowie knife, the fire-starting tools become something like a wand that he can blast fire from, The fishing line becomes what he calls Spider-Silk, it is intensely strong and durable but also lighter than a feather. And the walking staff become an ethereal bow that he can shoot bolts of fire or water from. In both forms he carries four small pouches containing one of the four elements so he could always have them at hand should he need them.
Spoiler: Skills
As RB he is the picture of a versatile warrior. His senses are keen, and he's strong, quick, agile, has great endurance, and is quite durable. He also has expert hunting and survival skills, great accuracy with both primitive weapons and modern, he is one of the best knife fighters in his tribe and his skill with staff fighting is impressive. He is also a quick thinker and learner.
As Man, his usual skills are elevated to the level of the spirits. All his physical attributes are doubled to superhuman levels when he isn't using his powers. When he uses the powers these skills are doubled once more. His knife and staff fighting are the level of a master's, and his marksmanship could rival Spec Op Soldiers.
Spoiler: Powers
Being the Champion of the ancient Spirit World, Man has the ability to call on his animal brothers and sisters to lend him their powers, abilities, and their language. He can't use more than two powers at once, but he can switch instantaneously between them. Every animal has a power or skill he can call upon but he would need to speak with the animal in question and ask before he was gifted it though, but once permission is granted he can use it whenever.
Before the great Convergence his powers were simple mimics of an animal I.E. Strength of the Bear, Eyes of the Eagle and so forth. But because of the chaos the Convergence has caused in the natural world the animals spirits are much more powerful.
As of now he only has a few to call upon.
Strength of Grandfather Brown Bear: Super strength up in the multiple of tons. Is a rich brown color.
Ears of Grandfather Grey Wolf: Ability to hear things from great distance and even through thick walls and buildings. Is a dark gray color.
Eyes of High Chief Eagle: Like Ears of Grandfather Grey Wolf this gives him amazing vision and allows him to see over distances of many miles and can give him an aerial view of an area. It also gives him very quick and observational eyes. Is a gold color.
Speed of Big Brother Puma: Allows him to run at amazing speeds. Can outrun sports cars, and reach a gunman and disarm him from 50 yards. Is a yellow color.
Agility of Big Sister Hare: Gives him a super human reaction speed. Can dodge bullets fired at close range and jump down crumbling buildings and steep slopes without injury. Is a tan color.
Wisdom of Grandmother Owl: Grants him superhuman levels of intellect and wisdom. Able to even out do a supercomputer. Is a deep purple color.
Wings of Brother Hawk: This is actually a new power, he can fly at speeds upwards to 250 miles per hour. Is a bright red color.
Nose of Brother Buzzard: Another new power, this gives him an amazing sense of smell that gives him the ability to scent from ten miles, pick out minute smells out of millions, and detect even old smells from months back. Is a black color.
Elemental Expertise: Another enhancement brought on by the convergence, he can now control the four sacred elements of Fire, Water, Earth, and Wind. While nothing on the level of some of the Supers he can utilize it from the environment, summon it from a sample he carries with him, and it gives him a greater resistance to them.
Earth is a green color.
Water is a blue color.
Fire is an orange color.
Wind is a silver color.
Personality: As a being of balance and the embodiment of nature, Man's most prominent personality features are being a noble and calm man. Because to keep the mantel of Man on the Silver Mountain RB must maintain perfect harmony with nature, even as chaotic as it has become and remain a good and noble man.
While still pretty prominent other aspects of his personality are harder to see under his noble and calm aspects. Because of how the spirit world works both RB and Man are mysterious figures. They don't believe in betraying the secrets of their people on a whim. If you wish to know about them you must work on gaining their trust and proving your worth. He isn't snooty about it or think himself superior it's just his people have always been cautious of things they are unfamiliar with.
In short both RB and Man are Calm and Noble warriors, they are also cautious but amicable and willing to make friends and allies.
Backstory: RB was a normal Native American man of the Apache Tribes trying to get ahead in a world dominated by racism and human stupidity. His family was a group of simple farmers trying to keep the old ways alive and keep their connection to the spirit world strong. They lived in the old ways as best they could but like any rock they were somewhat eroded into being second class citizens ridiculed for their ways by almost all comers. Eventually the kids also had to go to college and get above the station of just lowly farmers. Running Buck was going for a degree in medicine and planned to get his own natural medicine practice. It was actually the Convergence that stopped his plan. He was forced to head home by his grandfather Jumping Hare to help pray for the world and their people. The old man said they needed every voice to appease the Spirits as they could manage.
It was the tribes yearly meeting when the vision of Man on the Silver Mountain came to the Elders. His form appeared before them in the bonfire flanked by the spirit animals he drew his power from Bear, Wolf, Eagle, Cougar, Hare, Owl, and Hawk. His quiet but powerful voice echoed through all their minds. "It is time children of the old ways, the ritual of power must be enacted and I must once again walk among you. My vessel will be first son of the Autumn of the year of the blue moon." With his words still bouncing around the camp Jumping Hare stood and spoke his old voice taking on the power of a true Shaman.
"Running Buck we have no time to waste." The next year of RB's life was filled with cleansing, and tests so he could attain the respect of the spirit animals. Once he completed the last test he underwent a week of fasting then with the guidance of his grandfather he journeyed to Silver Mountain to pray at Man's feet. It took the whole night and into the cold morning before Man came to him and agreed to join with RB and save the world from disaster.
Spoiler: RP Sample
The human world is destroying itself, and the natural world suffers along with them. These thoughts walked across RB's mind as he sat on a lonely hill under the strong arms of a mighty oak tree in central park of New York City. He had been sitting here for a few hours trying to meditate and gather his thoughts before he dove back into the raging tide of injustice the city had been plunged into.
His powers were great and his skills exceptional, but even he needed time to sit back and gather his thoughts. Besides him was his walking staff and other tools. His knife, fire-starting kit, his flashlight, fishing line, his long leather coat, and newly obtained pistol and ammo. Seated crossed legged on the ground dressed in his usual moccasins, worn blue jeans, and fitting white t-shirt. His hair was pulled out of his face with a sunset bead textured headband, his face was like stone, but his eyes reflected much more. They churned with tumultuous feelings of anger, grief, and pain. All fighting with the power of his balanced mind to get into the spotlight and dictate the man's actions. His breath rate and focus kept them at bay for now though, if he wanted to keep his powers he would have to keep them under his control.
The storm was forced to dissipate and he looked out at the burning city with eyes full of strength and purity once more. Gathering up his effects he strapped them on and took a deep breath and his belt began to glow like a prism. A bright light surrounds the large Apache man engulfing him in it's embrace. The wind howled all around him and all animal noise stopped withing twenty feet of him. A few seconds passed and the wind dies down and the light returns to the center of the now pure white belt. Now standing in a shirt and pants of white animal hide was Man on the Silver Mountain. The Champion of the Spirit world and the old ways of man, since the start of Convergence he has been drifting through the troubled parts of the world helping where he could and bringing the fury of the great mother down upon the wicked.
Taking a breath his belt began to glow a vibrant golden and he looked up to the sky. Using the eyes of High Chief Eagle he scanned the whole area for signs of trouble. He found a couple of incidents that would require his attention. Returning his eyes to the ground his belt changed color again, this time glowing both yellow and tan. Combining the speed of Big Brother Puma and the agility of Big Sister Hare, he blasted from the park and towards the fire happening in a small abandoned store near the edge of the park.
His speed allowed him to reach to site before anyone else did. Stopping his running he looked over the building looking for an means of entry. He broke a window ducking low under the smoke. His belt glowed both black and dark gray and he closed his eyes letting his ears and nose take power from Grandfather Grey Wolf and Big Brother Buzzard. He was looking for those still trapped in the blaze. Luckily there was only one person, either the arsonist or some poor fool just in the wrong place at the wrong time. He could hear their frantic breathing and smell their fear. Keeping low the quickly moved his way through burning building. Keeping his own breath level and under the smoke would help him keep the smoke out of his lungs, but he would still need to be quick, the poor soul trapped in here didn't have his level of control.
"Hello, speak up! I'm here to help you!" He shouted loudly into the hot air.
There was a few seconds of just the building burning but he heard a clear voice from the bathroom to his right. It was a young man's voice ragged from the smoke.
"HELP! I was just taking a leak and heard someone toss something through the door and next thing I know everything is on fire!"
Man nods turning to the bathroom shouting back.
"Step back I'm going to break the door down!"
He heard some scuffling then a shout.
"Ok, I'm clear!"
The big native braced his legs and was about the charge the door when some flaming rafters crashed down before the door blocking it.
"Rags!" The man said thinking quickly of how to overcome this obstacle. Once he had the idea his belt began glowing green and orange calling upon the powers of fire and earth and he shot his hands out to the flaming beams. There was a shimmering wave then the flaming beams were put out then split in half breaking them in two unblocking the door. He then ran up and kicked the door in. The small room was immediately filled with smoke, but Man could see the scrawny black man huddling in the corner coughing fitfully.
"Come on, let's get you out of here!" He picked up the young man and his belt began glowing a rich brown, with a slight roar he smashed through the back wall and into the alley behind the store. Wishing to get as far away from the fire as possible he carried the man across he street and set him on a park bench just as the fire trucks, EMS, and police arrived.
The Black man coughed some more trying to thank Man.
"Tha..*cough*.. Th..*cough*...!"
The warrior patted the young man's shoulder smiling.
"Save your breath friend, you're save now. Just check in with the Emergency Workers over there. They'll take care of you." He looked in the direction of the second disturbance and his belt began glowing red and silver. White hawk wings sprouted from his back and the wind around him became a small twister lifting him off the ground. Using Big Brother Hawk's wings and the power of the wind to increase his speed, he zoomed off like a jet towards the bank robbery in progress. Arriving at the scene police were heavily engaged in a gunfight with some black dressed men with gear far superior to those of the authorities. Slowing down his flight he circled overhead. The Silver color faded from his belt and was replaced by a deep purple as he called upon Grandmother Owl's wisdom to help him decide what to do first.
There were two rows of six robbers outside shooting at the police. There was a fire hydrant besides the second row and the first row wasn't under the best cover from someone who could attack from above. And he could see another six men in the bank itself holding people hostage and trying to clear out the vaults and registers as well as the personal belongings of the hostages. A plan was set and his belt quickly changed again, going from purple and red to brown and red. Swooping low he kicked the top off the fire hydrant before his belt turned tan and red as he flitted around the frantic shots fired by the crooks as they tried to shoot him down like a giant duck. The hydrant rained all around them, but none of their shots landed. Flying high his belt changed to red and blue and he used the power water to control the spray from the hydrant and practically drowned the back row of crooks making them lose their guns. He then landed on the roof of a building and his wings grew back into shoulders before his belt changed to it's neutral all white. Drawing his ethereal bow from his back he took aim and shot arrows of pure fire at the first row of crooks and disabled them but shoot each of them twice, two fire arrows right into each of their shoulders. The men howled in pain and dropped like stones.
The men in the bank upon seeing their comrades taken out so easily began grabbing their loot and making for the back door. This couldn't be allowed jumping from the roof he put his staff down on the roof along with his blasting rod they would be too risky to use in the tight space of the bank, then bounced from an awning to the street floor and nodded to the cops. His belt glowed yellow and tan again and he drew his Elkhorn knife from the sheath on his belt and ran into the building dodging around more frantically fired shots. He burst through the damaged glass door and dove into the ranks of the crooks. He never liked killing, but sometimes it was needed. Using his knife like it was an extension of his arm he sliced the chest of the nearest man forcing him to drop the money before he stomped his knee breaking it. A punch to the man's head knocked him out cold still under the influence of Big Brother Puma's speed and Big Sister Hare's agility he cleared the six feet between the first crook and the second he slashed the man across his eyes with a backhanded slash then spun around and socked the man with his left hand sending him spinning into a deep sleep.
With two down the four remaining crooks were aiming their guns, but Man was already among them the third and fourth robbers were felled by a pair of spinning side-kicks he learned from a very dark super by the name of Punisher. The man was a bit extreme for Man's tastes but you cannot argue with results when they're staring you in the face. The fifth man was brought down by Man's bowie as it was slashed across both of his thighs. This man was a little tougher than the others. Instead of going down like the others this man used the momentum of the Apache's attack to throw a punch into man's chin. It staggered the big warrior a little but only long enough to allow him to counter with a solid kick to his wounded right leg which floored the crook into a heap. Sadly it also gave the last man time enough to grab a hostage and hold his gun to her head.
"Ok you listen here Injun fuck! Make one move and I blow this bitch's head off."
Man's belt went to neural white and he stared at the man and his hostage. The man was a big bull of a goon, with ruddy red skin, black hair and so many scars he looked like a jigsaw puzzle. His clothing was all black and high-end tactical gear, his gun was an impressive Desert Eagle also blacked out and with a small scope and laser mounted on it. The woman was middle-aged but pretty with good proportions and dressed in a charcoal gray suit, she had lost her heels in the struggle and her stockings were torn. Looking carefully at the man, hostage, and gun. He could use his powers, but if the crook even sees the belt light up he might pull the trigger. No this would need to be done carefully and sans animal powers.
He gripped his knife tightly behind his back and spoke carefully.
"Calm down sir, just let the woman go. There doesn't have to be any death here today."
The man laughed cruelly pushing the gun into the woman's temple.
"Ha, after you killed seventeen of my boys! You're already up to you knees in blood! How do I know you won't use that knife and kill me too!"
Man stood up and motioned around to the still groaning and breathing men. He began tying the spider silk around the handle of his knife.
"I have killed no one, disarmed and disabled only. I don't kill unless I have to."
The criminal growled softly looking around seeing that all of his boys are actually still alive.
"Still no guarantee you won't kill me. You want this bitch to live you do what I say Tonto. First toss the knife away the silk he tied around his hand letting it fly free.
"Ok it's gone, now let her go."
The Crook shook his head cocking the hammer back on the pistol.
"Oh no you're going to walk us out carrying all the money! I want a speedy car with no tracking device on it, then I want every cop in this fucking city to stay where they are until we're someplace safe! Only then will I let her go!"
Man nodded holding up his hands in a peaceful manner.
"Ok, ok just let me gather the money for you."
The Robber gave a snarling laugh then moved with the gun and girl so he could watch the man that had just nuked his entire team without using a single gun. Man went to grab the first bag of cash and dragged it to a pile near the crook, his knife staying in one spot thanks to the length of the nearly invisible Spider-Silk line. This took a few seconds but eventually all the money was packed and ready to go. As the last hefty bag of money was tossed onto the pile the opening Man had been waiting for happened. His greed getting the best of him he relaxed his arms a touch and with a quick nod the woman kicked the crook in the nuts and broke away. Screaming in pain the crook fell, Man jumped back and spun quickly slashing the man across his thigh on the upswing. After spinning a complete circle man aimed his hand low and the knife followed cutting the man across his throat. Jerking his hand back he grab the knife out of the air and untied it from the silk before wiping it clean and replacing it to it's sheath.
The police had been watching this show of power with great interest for the 5 minutes it had taken to play out. As the last robber fell they flooded into the bank and secured the area. The woman ran to Man's side and gave him a hug of thanks.
"Oh thank you so, so, much! I can see my husband and kids again. Thank you, thank you!"
The big warrior hugged the woman softly nodding.
"You are welcome ma'am, now go to them and never ever let them go." He broke from the hug and walked from the bank nodding and smiling to the thanks and handshakes he was presented with but forwent making any kind of statement or doing any interview. His belt glowed red and the white wings returned propelling him off the ground and to the roof across the street to pick up his staff and blasting rod before the power of the wind surrounded him and he shot off like an arrow into the night.
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Xbox One Gamertag: Free Today56 just say who you are first.
Breath deep as the snow falls around you. Let it fill your lungs and purify the fires of doubt within you.
Identity: Known to those she helped but not much outside of them.
Occupation: Vigilante Heroine
Citizenship: New York City, USA
Place of Birth: Queens, New York.
Known Relatives: Conrad Fleece (grandson)
Group Affiliation: N/A
Education: High school graduate and diploma in criminal science
Height: 5'8
Weight: 145lbs
Eyes: Hazel
Hair: Salt and pepper
Unusual Features: none
Powers: Super strength, durability, and a limited power of invisibility
Abilities / Skills: Very wise from all her years and knows the mind of crooks.
Paraphernalia / Weapons: A metal cane she sometimes carries when she needs some good leverage.
First Appearance: N/A
Origin: Mutant basically.
Biography: Born to a simple but loving home in the heart of Queens Goldy always had the voice of an angel and the heart of mother bear. She sang at every chance she got she even sang in her sleep sometimes. From chorus in school to talent shows on the side, many could tell she was destined to be a star and she did so on her 20th birthday she was at one of the lounges she frequented to sing at when a talent scout approached her and asked if she wanted the big break all singers want and take Broadway. Goldy jumped on this chance like a lioness on a zebra. But sadly her dream was dashed when her parents became deathly ill and as the only child it fell on her to take care of them. Being the caring woman she was she did it without hesitation even at the sacrifice of her dreams on Broadway. But this didn't stop her from singing though, she kept her small time stuff at the Lounges. As the years wore on she figured out this was what she loved Broadway would've been nice but she would miss the cozy personality of the lounges and the easy-going nature of it all. She still attained stardom though and even a few appearances on the radio. Her name was well known among the loungers of Queens and in greater New York. Goldy Fleece the Angel of Velvet was her stage name and it followed her far into life. Even when she unofficially retired after the birth of her first son John. She made a few special appearances in the following years. Especially at the Scarlet Patio the restaurant where her parents met and also where she met her husband Arnold.
It was actually at this place where she discovered her strange mutant powers of super strength, durability, and invisibility. She was walking home after her show when a mugger tried to rob her at first she was too scared to move but when he tripped her viciously trying to pry the bag from her vice-like grip she kicked out her 6 inch heel impaling him a little before she sent him spiraling into the wall. It was by pure instinct that she did it and while she was recovering from the shock of it he pulled gun on her and fired. She threw her arm out in a feeble attempt to try and stop the round and too her surprise once more it crumpled and clattered to the ground. It was at this time that the sirens of a nearby police car sounded and she vanished the fear catching her already rattled mind off guard. The mugger blinked his eyes looking just as shocked as Goldy. He tried to get up but both his arms were broken from holding onto Goldy's bag when she kicked him and he didn't get far before the cops rolled up and took him away.
Goldy knew there was a reason behind her powers and she found it in being a Heroine to the weak and unprotected that made her mother bear instincts flare up every time she heard about it on the radio. So begins the vigilante life of Goldy Fleece.
Gender: Lady
Personality: She's very kind and motherly to any victim but a total evil queen to any crook that crosses her path.
Clothes: Black leather boots, black dress pants, a gold vest and a black t-shirt.
Picture/Image:
Spoiler: Goldy Fleece
Only older with slight wrinkles
Alignment: Good
Motto: Respect your elders.
Enemies: Any scum on the street.
Love Interests: She's too experienced to worry about such things
Regarding the World War: Sad but inevitable
Registered or Unregistered: Unregistered
Status before The War: Retired lounge singer.
Status Currently:Saving the weak and unprotected all the big name heroes overlook.
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Xbox One Gamertag: Free Today56 just say who you are first.
Breath deep as the snow falls around you. Let it fill your lungs and purify the fires of doubt within you.
Education: High school dropout and self trained Enforcer.
Height: 7'8
Weight: 425 lbs
Eyes: Brown
Hair: Black
Unusual Features: Just his massive size
Powers: Super strength,and extremely tough.
Abilities / Skills: Skilled at using long heavy chains as weapons and a very dangerous combatant
Paraphernalia / Weapons: Long sections of heavy steel chains
First Appearance: N/A
Origin: Spliced from Juggernaut's DNA
Biography: Colin Rocklby was your usual lifelong bully from the day he could walk until the day he was tricked into being injected with Juggernaut's DNA by a crazy crime boss trying to make his own army of giants. The plan backfired horribly as you'd expect when creating giant super mutants. Collin stole the research and burned it all not wanting to lose his edge in life. He was about 22 when he began the glamorous and bloody life of an enforcer for crime lords. Starting out small his powers were soon the only credentials he needed to be taken on as the best of the best when you need something big and nasty done. He took the name Chain Tank and took a liking to using massive chains to do his work they became his calling card in the Bruiser biz.
Gender: Male
Personality: All over bully and bastard.
Clothes: Heavy steel toed boots, black pants and often no shirt or just a black tank-top.
Picture/Image:
Spoiler: Chain Tank
Alignment: Evil
Motto: Try and stop me bitch!
Enemies: Any do gooder
Love Interests: Any broad who can handle him.
Regarding the World War: Best damn thing he's even been apart of.
Registered or Unregistered: Doesn't care.
Status before The War: Working for Two Face
Status Currently:Still Working for Two Face.
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Xbox One Gamertag: Free Today56 just say who you are first.
Breath deep as the snow falls around you. Let it fill your lungs and purify the fires of doubt within you.
Identity: Known only as Illusion to her employers and peers
Occupation: Mercenary
Citizenship: US, England, and Russia
Place of Birth: Orlando, Florida
Known Relatives: None
Group Affiliation: N/A
Education: Many kinds of Martial Arts, high school and collage for Drama.
Height: 5'5
Weight: 125lbs
Eyes: Brown
Hair: Brown
Unusual Features: Some tattoos of ancient runes.
Powers: She has some skill over the Illusion School of Magic like making normal people and some super humans see things that aren't there and tweak their minds to what she wants to an extant.
Abilities / Skills: Skilled merc. Great shot and combatant, skilled in espionage, explosives, and knows how to read people.
Paraphernalia / Weapons: Just whatever weapons she needs for her job.
First Appearance: N/A
Origin: Some mutant power over illusion.
Biography: Born the second daughter and fifth child of a pair of stage magicians the Mystical Mangdles. Her life was open road and hotel rooms being home schooled by her parents or nanny Ms. Carlyle. Her siblings absorbed all that was offered like sponges and all but her went into showbiz. Her eldest brother is a directer, next eldest brother is a stunt man, and her sister is a Broadway actress. But Dotty never had a knack for the front of the stage or the the stage in general she learned all the normal school stuff but mostly blocked out the rest. She wanted to be a soldier and serve her country. She loved the old war movies and documentaries while other kids her age were watching cartoons she was learning about the Civil War. This love carried her through her life and as soon as she was old enough she joined the U.S. Army. It was here she discovered her power of Illusion.
An incident involving one of the Drill Sergeants going on a rage about someone not cleaning the latrines. It was her job and she genuinely forgot to do it but she didn't want to get smoked so she tried hiding behind the door of one of the bays. They walked up to where she was looking for someone sleeping behind the wall locker she thought she was busted but the Drill Sergeant moved on roaring in anger looking for someone to tear apart. Amazed and relieved she got away safe she went to a mirror and looked at herself or tried too all she saw was the bay behind her. She lived out her stint then began working on her magic once she had a good grasp on it she went into the merc business and been doing it ever since.
Gender: Female
Personality: She's aloof and tough but it's mostly just cause she hates facing where she is in life right now and how much she'd like to have never found her powers.
Clothes: Black fatigue pants, tan hiking shoes and a heavy jacket with black striped sleeves.
Picture/Image:
Spoiler: Illusion
Alignment: Neutral until someone pays her to choose a side.
Motto: You got the cash I got the blast.
Enemies: Whoever she's paid to be the enemy of.
Love Interests: None
Regarding the World War: History repeating itself just on a larger scale.
Registered or Unregistered: Registered in the merc. world.
Status before The War: Working
Status Currently:Working
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Xbox One Gamertag: Free Today56 just say who you are first.
Breath deep as the snow falls around you. Let it fill your lungs and purify the fires of doubt within you.
Identity: Known to both police and everyone in New York
Occupation: Former serial killer but is now a homeless man.
Citizenship: US
Place of Birth: Chicago, Illinois
Known Relatives: Only one that occupy the cemetery mother, father and siblings.
Group Affiliation:N/A
Education: High school dropout but knows the street like he was raised by a sewer rat.
Height: 5'9
Weight: 168lbs
Eyes: Blue
Hair: Greasy brown
Unusual Features: Has the 1,000 yard stare at all times and never talks.
Powers: None
Abilities / Skills: Skilled in the use of hooks and a boat gaff, years of living in the weather have made him tougher than your average human and he's strong for his size.
Paraphernalia / Weapons: Three large black hooks and a pole he screws together to make the boat gaff.
First Appearance: N/A
Origin: The vile underbelly of humanity.
Biography: Pretty much born in an Orphanage in downtown Chicago. From the age of 1 he was abandoned on the doorstep of Dockside Orphanage. It was a rough life and he was always a little off, the other orphans knew this and took every chance to tear at it. He endured the teasing for 10 years until he swiped a bag hook from the nearby shipyard and went on a rampage through the Orphanage. Anyone that picked on him were gutted and anyone who didn't, simply watched in horror as the small 10 year old slaughtered 16 year old kids in a whirl of insanity. Once the deed was done the light was gone from young Davis's eyes replaced only with a clouded look only seen in Vietnam Veterans after they got home. He was labeled mentally disturbed and moved into a institutes for the minors not old enough to go to jail called Walker's Pasture Institute. The next 15 years of his life were spent undergoing hours of therapy and endless group talks.
The Doctors were sure he was cured and they managed to get him a job in the shipyard behind his old Orphanage. Which proved to be the worst idea in criminal history. His first week at work there were five deaths all done by rusty boat hooks. There was no real evidence to convict Davis so he was just let go on the excuse of economic cutbacks. But that didn't stop the killings, over the next month there were 20 more deaths, sailors, factory workers, prostitutes, even some police officers. And the legend of Dockwalker was born. The next 15 years were filled with dozens of more kills from Illinois to New York. But suddenly 16 years to the day the killings on the docks started they just stopped. No one really knows why but police upon finding an old bible at the last murder scene chalked it up to a pure miracle of fate and the power of religion.
Gender: male
Personality: Silent and highly antisocial.
Clothes: dirty blue jeans, black boots and a white shirt with blue stripes.
Picture/Image:
Spoiler: Dockwalker
Alignment: Trying to get away from the evil side but always in it's grip.
Motto: none
Enemies: Anyone interrupting his repentance
Love Interests: None
Regarding the World War: *sad sigh and shake of his head*
Registered or Unregistered: Registered technically
Status before The War: Repenting for his lifetime of sins.
Status Currently:Still repenting but falling further from the light.
Last edited by SikstaSlathalin; 07-03-2017 at 05:25 PM.
Xbox One Gamertag: Free Today56 just say who you are first.
Breath deep as the snow falls around you. Let it fill your lungs and purify the fires of doubt within you.
Aliases: Sentry, The Light within the Dark, The Dark within the Light, Void. Order and Chaos
Identity: Secret.
Occupation: Adventurer and Vigilante
Citizenship:Originally US but now none.
Place of Birth: Lincoln, Illinois
Known Relatives: None all deceased.
Group Affiliation: Secret Defenders
Education: High School diploma, and Masters in Science
Height: 6 foot even
Weight: 210 lbs
Eyes: Blue or Yellow
Hair: Blond or Black
Unusual Features: Skin glows with a gold light in the day and when Sentry and a low green light at night and when Void.
Spoiler: Sentry Powers
Sentry Powers:Superhuman Strength: The Sentry's strength varies greatly and depends on his mental stability but he possesses vast superhuman strength.
Superhuman Speed: The Sentry possesses the ability to think, move, and react at superhuman speeds. But depends on his mental state.
Superhuman Stamina: Sentry's enhanced musculature is far more efficient than that of a human. However, his stamina greatly varies, depending on his mental state.
Superhuman Agility: Sentry's natural balance, agility, and body coordination are enhanced to levels that are far beyond the natural physical limits of even the finest human athlete. But it depends on his mental state.
Superhuman Senses: The Sentry possesses vastly enhanced senses, but varies on his mental state.
Flight: The Sentry possesses the ability to float by defying gravity. But the distance and power of this flight varies with his mental state.
Photokinesis: It may be theorized that the Sentry also has the superhuman ability to generate, control, and emit light. But once again depends on his mental state.
Vast Psionic Abilities: The Sentry possesses powerful psychic and mental powers mainly used for holding his physical form together, totally hinges on his mental state.
Superhuman Durability: The Sentry's skin is enhanced to be resistant to high caliber bullets and some explosives but it depends on his mental state.
Spoiler: Void Powers
Void Powers: Shapeshifting: The Void is capable of shapeshifting, with his appearance varying from a shadowy, trench coat-wearing villain to a massive hurricane of darkness. Depends on mental state.
Atmokinesis: The Void has massive control over the weather and can create destructive storms. Depends on mental state.
Infini-Tendrils: The Void can create deadly Infini-Tendrils. Those impaled on these tendrils experience traumatic visions of the past, present, and future. Depends on mental state.
Darkness Manipulation: The Void has massive control over darkness. Depends on mental state.
Telepathy: The Void possesses telepathic capabilities, the level of which are unknown. Depends on mental state.
Negative Zone Augmentation: The Void's powers increase to maximum whenever he is inside the Negative Zone, which he rules over.
Sentry Abilities / Skills: Skilled Combatant: Robert is an above average unarmed combatant, High IQ, skilled with machines and computers.
Void Skills: Very deceptive, manipulative, smart, skilled combatant, skilled with machines and computers.
Paraphernalia / Weapons: None
First Appearance: Sentry #1
Origin: Ingested Professor Cornelius's last batch of formula
Spoiler: Bio
Born about 35 years ago, Robert was one his way to be becoming a Physicist at a young age. Science was like a second life to him. He excelled to the top of his class and held the title until graduation then he kept it for the most part through college. He had just earned his Masters at the age of 26 when one of his old Professors invited him to a little shindig at the Dean's house.
Needless to say young Robert was floating on air the week before the party. Only the best and the brightest of the College were even considered to be invited to this event. The top minds of every past Alumni was invited and sometimes student said they could feel the brain power coming from the walls when they walked past it. And now Robert was going to be rubbing elbows with them. Finally the day came and the young man was almost shaking with excitement from it all. He spent the whole day working on witty things to say and studying up on everything math, literature, art, you name it he scoured over it. He even tried to learn a new language but barely grasped it in the end. The hour of truth arrived and Robert was gussied up in his best shirt and pants as he bounced toward the Dean's house. Already guests were arriving stepping out of high-end luxury cars and limos, it was like the Golden Globes or something Robert told himself.
Soon enough he arrived at the Dean's door and flashed his invite to the doorman who waved him in. He found his Professor and the rest of the night was spent in intellectual bliss. Trying to match his wits with others and even getting close a few times, but generally his was a silent sponge absorbing all that was said and even taking some notes down for later. The party wound down around midnight and Robert's Professor took him to meet a good friend of his, Dr.Cornelius Worth a Psychiatrist working out of a lab in New York. The two hit it off great and Robert managed to get permission to see some of the good Doctor's work.
After the party Robert spent a few days looking over the notes he took and looking for work. Luckily he remembered Dr. Worth's other offer to work for him. Taking up the Doctor's offer Robert hopped the earliest flight to New York and set out to finally put the solid ground under his feet he needed to get to a ripe and rich old age. He arrived at the Dr. Worth lab and was immediately shown in my one of the assistants and taken right to the Doctor. The two picked up their conversation from the party, Robert took a lot more notes then brought up Dr. Worth's offer of a job. Without missing a beat and as if he expected it the Doctor began telling Robert about the Super Soldier formula he's enhanced. At first Robert thought he was going to get the lab work he wanted but as the conversation went on it became apparent the good Doctor wanted a Lab rat to test it on and Robert fit the bill.
As the new dawned on him Robert kicked over the chair he was in and ran for the door but he didn't get far. The Assistants caught him as he entered the hall and tazed him into unconsciousness. He awoke many hours later completely paralyzed and being blinded by a massive light. He inched his head as best he could and found that he was tied to a steel table in a large circular room filled with all manner of lab equipment. But he was the only person in the room, that was until he heard a door open and light foot steps approaching his head he twisted and tried to break free but to no avail. Soon Dr. Worth was standing over him and in his hand was a glowing gold vial. Without another word not even the courtesy to say what it was he poured the vial down Robert's throat. It burned like gasoline as it went down and the boy felt nothing but a burning rocket through his whole body and his eyes seemed to melt out of his skull.
After what seemed like years the pain stopped and Robert could see again only his view had changed he was face down on the floor free from his bonds. His body felt like it wasn't real like he wasn't real. He focused his eyes and felt the ground under him again. At first confusion addled his mind, was he dreaming, was he dead, did he imagine it all. Soon his mind focused more and he managed to make himself look around, he was still in the lab and he was still alive for the most part. As his sense totally returned he spun to find Dr. Worth seated behind a desk and smiling like the Cheshire cat.
"Welcome to the world Sentry." He says looking Robert up and down.
"What?" Was all he could say in response, he felt like he'd dissolve at any second so witty remarks took a back-seat.
"You, the serum I gave you has blessed you with great almost god-like power."
"You mean the stuff you shoved down my throat! You're a sick bastard."
"No merely a visionary, a pioneer on the path to making the perfect human."
"Exactly, a sick bastard go wave your swastika in prison. Which is where you'll be once I call the cops." At this point Robert began marching toward the door behind Dr. Worth intent on getting out of this place, but with a flick of his wrist the Doctor sealed the door and locked them both in.
"Sorry Sentry, I can't let you go now, you are too valuable to just left to run free on the world." Anger spiked into Robert's mind as he stared at the door.
"Let....me...go." He said clenching his fist and punching the heavy door off it's hinges. Before he could capitalize on the way out two long batons shot from the shadows and delivered agonizing jolts of electricity to the young man who refused to black out and with an amazing effort he broke free of the batons and ran for the door. But he didn't get far another set of traps caught him and sent him into the wall, it didn't hurt but still it stopped him. Before his vision cleared he was ensnared in some kind of net that paralyzed him again. His rage was red on his face as the Doctor walked up smiling still.
"Like I said you're too valuable to let go. Now be a good boy and stop fighting."
"NEVER!" Was all Robert heard before his world went dark again.
He awoke this time in the Doctor's office covered in blood and dust. After letting his mind focus again he followed the long trail of blood back to the lab. To his shock he saw Dr. Worth and his assistants dead and broken in half. The horror of it made Robert vomit and run out of the building. No doubt someone heard all the noise and being the only one there Robert would be arrested and probably sentenced to death, neither of which the young man wanted.
He went into hiding for a few months after his escape. At first he thought the power he used to take the door out and kill those people was temporary. He felt no more energy or any differences in his body and was quite happy for that but he was wrong. A few months more along, his life was going fine he even got a girlfriend, Maria Conners and a job at a nearby research company. But one night in the winter his girl and he were asleep in their bed when some men broke into the house intent on robbing them. That was until Robert's girl got up to go to the bathroom and caught them in the act. She let out only one long scream before one of the men jumped her and smashed her head off the wall knocking her out. The robbers then found Robert and tied him up tossing him onto the floor with his girl.
"Lookie here boys a couple of lovebirds, aren't they adorable?" One of the men said kicking Maria in the stomach getting a pained yelp out of her.
"I'll say, makes you wonder how a dork like this got a babe like her huh?" Says another licking his lips as he watched Maria's squirming body.
"So true, hey here's an idea lets see how she likes having a real man or three." Says the last crook grabbing Maria and tying her hands to the banister. Immediately Robert knew what was going to happen and he began fighting the bonds with all his might but they only stretched and held.
Now Robert had to watch while the crooks took their turns raping Maria again and again. The agony and rage stabbed at his heart with, his impotency of being able to defend his girlfriend made it all the worse, soon he was screaming behind the gag and thrashing his body against the wall. The crooks just laughed and kept going until Maria stopped fighting and crying. The last thing Robert saw was Maria's big eyes staring at him pleading to end it then he blacked out. He awoke again with the ropes shredded like a chipper got them and two dead men clenched in his hands with their heads caved in and the third one was hanging from the closest door with a hook through his chest. Maria was dead, luckily it seemed she died before the men did, from being raped so much he figured. Robert dropped the men and fled the apartment once again taking to the shadows.
His life was once again put on hold while he waited for the heat to die down. He was afraid to go anywhere, afraid to know anyone,there was something deep inside him something evil and violent. He spent 9 years trying to find what this monster was and what he was. Eventually he realized Dr. Worth's serum was the real deal and it made him a super hero but it also unleashed something else, something not right, a darkness that could rear it's head at anytime. The serum made both the Sentry and the Void, he eventually stumbled into the new world war and the Secret Defenders. The world will always need heroes even heroes that bend the law.
Gender: Male
Personality: Depending on his mental state he's kind, honorable, virtuous and always willing to fight for the greater good or he's psychotically violent, cruel, dangerously paranoid, and will have no qualm with back stabbing a buddy or killing an innocent
Clothes: Same as pic but different glow depending on his mental state or army fatigue pants,black tactical boots, and tan t-shirt.
Picture/Image:
Spoiler: Sentry
Spoiler: Void
Alignment: Generally good Vigilante but may sway depending on his state.
Motto: Sentry: Never leave the Light. Void:The Light can be greatly dimmed.
Enemies: Anyone depending on his level of sanity.
Love Interests: None right now
Regarding the World War: Sees only humans being humans and sadly superhumans being humans
Registered or Unregistered:Unregistered
Status before The War: Working on a way to rid the world of Void and himself.
Status Currently: Cleaning up the messes others and Void make.
Last edited by SikstaSlathalin; 07-03-2017 at 05:26 PM.
Xbox One Gamertag: Free Today56 just say who you are first.
Breath deep as the snow falls around you. Let it fill your lungs and purify the fires of doubt within you.
Name: Paul MacCooper
Age: 27
Gender: Male
Homeland: Stirling, Scotland
Master: Alisia Harliquin
Appearance:
Spoiler: Paul
Uniform: Same as above but with white hood and cloak.
Rank: Exorcist
Anti-Akuma Weapon: (Parasitic Type) Universe's Trunk, Upper body when shirtless it looks like a star shaped growth constantly at a temp of about 110, once activated his torso begins to glow and the heat coming off him is amazing. Forms energy into hands and uses the energy for projectiles or hand-to-hand
Attacks
H-Bomb: Blasts orange balls of energy from hands in shot gun spread. Can take out many enemies at once and depending on what they hit can either kill, maim, wound or stun.
A-Bomb: Like H-bomb but blasts one huge ball of red energy that spreads over large area, can be contained into small balls for mighty punches.
E-Bomb: Used for almost purely hand-to-hand. Covers hands in bright purple energy and can instantly kill an Akuma depending on it's level. But in desperate times he can shoot long bolts of purple energy at enemies.
Personality: Paul MacCooper is a recluse and a thinker, rarely speaks to others and is always watching the sky. When he does feel like talking his voice is hollow like the vacuum of space. He rarely speaks but his mind is always moving, either thinking of great mysteries or how the grass grows. Despite all this he's helpful when needed.
History: When MacCooper was 16 he was walking through a moor near his home when something in the sky caught his eye, looking up he sees a multi-colored sparkle star thing crashing through the atmosphere. Instead of running like a smart person would he stood directly beneath the flaming item and before his feet moved it smashed into his chest knocking him flat. Just as he fell some creature attacks aiming a strange gun at the man. His chest began to glow and in his fear he shot a red ball from his hand. The creature was incinerated before it fired, standing up shaking he staggered off back to Stirling. As he drew nearer to his home he felt an impossible heat come over him. He remembered staggering and melting through a wall crashing into a trash can which melted also. Alarmed by the cries of the townspeople, he ran back to the moor where he met a strange Spanish woman named Alisia Harliquin. She explained the Innocence and trained him to control Universe's Trunk. He now can control the intense heat and the energy attacks.
Other: Paul was a Golden Glove Champion before his change. And always wears the golden necklace. When not in battle but to save them from melting he stashes it in a lead box he carries until the battle's over.
Last edited by SikstaSlathalin; 07-03-2017 at 05:27 PM.
Xbox One Gamertag: Free Today56 just say who you are first.
Breath deep as the snow falls around you. Let it fill your lungs and purify the fires of doubt within you.
Name: Johnny Calhoun
Age: 19
Gender: Male
Origin: New York, USA.
Animal attributes:
Hawk: Enhanced eyesight.
Bear: Enhanced strength.
Crocodile: Sharp teeth and strong bite.
Ratel: Sharp claws and enhanced aggression.
Appearance: Average height and weight but he has a plate mail like skin structure much like a Croc's. His hair is a mix of dark brown, tan, and black. His teeth and claws poke out even when not in use giving him a very Lizard man appearance.
Last edited by SikstaSlathalin; 08-16-2021 at 02:55 AM.
Xbox One Gamertag: Free Today56 just say who you are first.
Breath deep as the snow falls around you. Let it fill your lungs and purify the fires of doubt within you.
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