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Post by Adam on Aug 8, 2016 3:33:03 GMT
BACKLASH | Mason Vance Gender: M Age: 27 Alignment: Hero
Specialisations:
Whip Generation:
Mason can generate and manipulate energy whips, ropes and chains from his hands and wrists. With these Mason can cut, pull others or himself across space, fling himself through the air, and more. With technological enhancement Mason can then further manipulate the rigidity, tension and strength of the energy whips. Using short bursts of energy, Mason can also use this ability to heighten the impact of his punches.
Combat Mastery:
Stronger than the average man, Mason is a fierce combatant in close-quarters combat. Heavily trained in hand-to-hand combat as well as melee weapons, Mason combines this with his energy whips to make himself a fearsome adversary.
Physical Description: Six feet tall, Mason stands just over his old mentor. With short, dark auburn hair and lightly bronzed skin, Mason often keeps rough stubble. His eyes are normally hazel though turn a lilac colour while using his energy whip powers.
As a civilian, Mason wears of a lot of t-shirts (blues, purples, blacks and whites mostly) with black jeans, dark brown, leather, ankle boots and a single-breasted, black trench coat.
As Backlash, Mason's outfit is primarily practical; not sporting any spandex or the sort. Over a black armoured vest, Mason wears a dark grey and purple sleeveless hoodie with a grey, purple-lined hood. To hide his identity, Mason then also wears a black, Zorro-style bandana eye mask. Additionally, Mason simply wears black jeans and large, black boots. On his wrists, Mason then wears black, gloveless gauntlets and matching silver bracelets that enhance his energy whips.
Personality Description:
While coming across initially as shady, Mason is a conscientious and thoughtful individual. Though not a particularly delicate person Mason is strong-willed, dutiful, friendly and easily congenial; having had to be so to account for his mentors unwillingness to be so. However Mason is a very good performer, able to quickly grow increasingly intimidating when needed.
Backstory:
Mason never knew his father, raised by a single mother - a waitress - in Scarlet City. With minimal child support from the father, Mason's mother always struggled to provide for her and her child. As soon as he was old enough Mason was on the streets, scrounging and thieving whatever he could to help make ends meets.
Though when Mason was 14 years old he would encounter something that would change his entire life; the silent vigilante The Kinetic Warden vastly outnumbered in an alley. Terrified, Mason watched as the crooks began to surround the Warden until Mason felt forced to intervene. Running into the fray, Mason threw his short frame into the crooks and began to scrap at them, only to find - miraculously - lilac blasts emanating from his hands as he fists made contact with the thugs.
Thankful for the help, the Warden allowed Mason to begin working for him as an informant and lookout. After a year, Warden even eventually took him up by his side as a sidekick, branding him his Deputy. In their crusades in Scarlet City, they would often run into the vigilantes Cold Steel and Red Wonder. Warden and Cold Steel seemed to detest each other but luckily the size of the city allowed them to stick to their own patrols and primarily out of each other's business. It was a big city with a lot of crime to cover. Over time Mason experimented with tinkering - a natural gift of his - and crafted two bracelets that allowed him to concentrate his power and manifest powerful lines of energy; like whips.
Though following Pain's escape from prison and the events that let up to Cold Steel's death and Red Wonder's disappearance, Warden and Deputy were left to protect the city themselves. They then would begin to split up more and more to cover the extra ground, where the two would grow distant. Eventually, Mason and Clyde decided it would be best for them to end their partnership on semi-decent terms. Mason stepping out into his own role as Backlash, protecting Scarlet City and its surrounding boroughs to this day as Warden now operates in Heartania. Both cared for the other but their relationship was simply too strained. They tried keeping contact over the years but neither truly tried hard enough.
Years later, Mason's mother had passed from a brain-degenerate virus, only 45 years old. Mason was then shocked to receive - from her will - a letter detailing a great secret. This secret now brings Mason to Heartania, hoping he finds what he's looking for.
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Post by AlexJ on Aug 8, 2016 13:18:45 GMT
It begins. > : D
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Post by LHudson on Aug 14, 2016 23:04:54 GMT
Name: Brendan Foley Alias: Black Whisper Gender: Male Age: 32 Alignment: Neutral
Specialisations: High Weapon Skill - Foley has a clean record with 4966 kills, all of them marks set up by contracts, and how he successfully does this is by his skill in projectile weapons. He is trained in many types of guns, and a slingshot, and the amount of self-taught training has made him a master in the art of assassination, going so far as to opening cans of beer with ricocheted bullets.
Exoskeleton Suit - The all in one tool suitable for any hired assassin. It’s a discreet exo-skeleton that enhances his running, but is more or less used as a discreet bag. This tool carries his weapons, his phone, is grappling hook, and most importantly his music player.
Physical Description: Brendan is fairly lean thanks to his time inside a hole, but is otherwise unremarkable in appearance. He has a fair stubble, three bullet marks on his left breast, and a tattoo of his favourite cartoon character on his right arm. Hair is white and short, eyes are blue, and stands at around 6’3. Teeth are slightly yellow due to his time smoking.
Personality Description: Despite his discipline, his kill count, and the prison sentence and conditions, he is actually a fun loving and very sociable man. His attitude is professional but mainly causal, with one of his clients once describing him as “an utter sweetie”. He has a taste in high art and music, and is more than happy to indulge in minor vices.
He does, however, hold his code close to him due to mistakes his mentor made. As such, he cancels contracts if the client presses him for the kill if it meant civilian casualties, and punishes backstabbers should they turn on him.
Backstory: Foley was a subject to mountainous amount of experimentation to the point that his memory is fairly limited, but they date the furthest back when he was 15.
After several scientists were assassinated as part of contract, Foley stowed away in the truck after escaping the facility. He arrives at the headquarters and his age, his background, and lack of memory made him a good student. He mastered the art of his weapons quickly and was given the equipment of the Black Cries, and started going on missions.
After his 275th kill, he was sent with his mentor to take on another contract, but the mentor got zealous and as a result, several onlookers die, including children. Disgusted by this betrayal of the code, he stole the Black Cries exo-suit, weapons, and disappeared without a trace.
Since then, he has taken on contracts for 12 years within many cities in North America, including Heartania, San Cenestra, Waterway City, and Scarlet City. After a bad move, he was caught and sent to prison, left inside a hole. He is currently two years into his sentence, and is bored out of his mind.
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Post by AlexJ on Aug 14, 2016 23:09:19 GMT
Accepted, provided you put in a proper allignment haha
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Post by Adam on Sept 18, 2016 1:07:18 GMT
Name: Guy Graves Alias: Cardinal Gender: M Age: 25 Alignment: Hero Specialisations:
Bo Staff & CQC Mastery
Elite Armour: Guy wears state-of-the-art technologically enhanced armour that boosts his durability and movement.
Physical Description: Six foot, muscular and quick, Guy Graves is an impressive figure with blue eyes and short, black - and often gelled - hair. As a civilian, Guy wears a lot of t-shirts along with a red leather jacket. On missions, Guy wears advanced armour resembling riot gear with a red leather jacket over it, much like Crimson.
Personality Description: Guy is a cool but headstrong man. He's mocking to those he dislikes but deeply loyal to his own interests, allies and cause. While slightly obsessive, Guy mostly wants to protect his friends and his city.
Backstory:
Guy was eighteen when the Scarlet City Prison Break of 2056 sent Pain - the boss himself - on a rampage that eventually lead to his house. While he was out in the city that night with some friends, his parents weren't so lucky and were killed in the psychopath's attack.
He naturally had a lot of unresolved and pent up anger, and so turned to martial arts. He wanted to become to best version of himself by honing his skills and eventually spent a short time in the military, but was kicked out soon after for being caught up in drug abuse.
Back in Scarlet City, it had been three years since his parents' deaths and still he had no closure. Following his discharge from the military Guy attended multiple DAA meetings where he would meet Jane - a young woman two years his junior - and Christian - the group leader. Over time Guy and Jane got to know each other and soon realised that they had both experienced tragedy on that night in '56. Through Jane, Guy would meet Kai and Will - and later Will's younger brother; Trent - all sufferers from that night; all with scars to that day.
They would soon begin to have meetings of their own, forming something of a support group for people affected by Pain's rampage. But eventually this group would take on a whole another identity as they were forced into action agaisnt a robbery in progress. Realising themselves all competent fighters and strategists they formed a team - to band together and make each other strong in the face of danger - following the example of fellow November victim; Thomas Drake - as the Sons of Crimson.
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Post by AlexJ on Sept 18, 2016 18:51:53 GMT
Accepted!
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Post by Jaminx on Oct 13, 2016 16:57:10 GMT
Name:Valentine Alias:Valentine Ghost Gender: - Age: 24 Alignment: Villain Specialisations: Directed Strength - The ability to strike with directed hits through objects as thick as steel or concrete but not able to carry heavy loads. Phase - For short periods of time with a great amount of focus they can move through objects, the phasing happens to all of their particles including skin cells dropped from them. This cannot be used in combat as the actions are too distracting. Physical Description: A sharp edged but easily miss-able figure. Of average height with a skinny build that looks almost juvenile. Personality Description: Valentine is a loner and an addict. They swapped drugs for love for murder. They can show kindness but only within the rules of the fantasy world they drift into and out of. Backstory: Valentine originally comes from England where a rash of murders and vicious beatings in the last five years have been attributed to the name the Valentine Ghost after they began leaving behind the calling card of two hearts with their aortas knotted together carefully in the midst of the carnage in its own tidy spot with no other evidence left behind that they were ever there. The killings had suddenly stopped in the last month after one last group of bodies was found in the hideout of an infamous local gang boss who ran a small time loan shark business that had been growing in the last few years. There was evidence no one who had entered could have possibly made it out alive leading people to believe that the killer died in the fight. In a sort while the citizens of Heartania that is not necessarily the truth. Other: This application will be added to as more is revealed about the killer. {The Letter}Dear Coral, There was only ever the two of us wasn't there? We started out in that gloomy seaside England. At least our memories started there, mine from when I was born in some awful council flat with a bunch of siblings who I no longer remember the names of. Your memories started washed up on a pebble beach on a gloomy day with my bruised and bloodied form hovering above them. To put it simply we both had rough starts.
I can still taste the salt and iron in the air of that day. I was seventeen years old and a brawler. My family was long behind me in a drug fuelled haze. I had been clean for three months after a run in with a guy who decided he could make more money out of me as muscle for hire than an addict on the verge of death. Maybe I should never have snapped at his bodyguard yanking the guys heart straight out of his chest when I was just one pound short of the price, I would have already been dead if I had just continued as I was. Then again I never would have met you Coral, my own piece of beauty found in the driftwood.
Where I was hard edged like a rough hewn flint tool, only good for cutting and bludgeoning the sea had softened your edges into curves, even the bruise on your brow was a blossom of spring time where my bruises were stamps of derision. I stumbled to you scattering pebbles as I tried to draw up my vague knowledge of first aid. I had no phone. The man I had been sent to deal with had been forewarned and I had been trampled by a mob. Even strength only takes you so far when you're still thin skinned.
Somehow you got to breathing once again. Your eyes flashing open to reveal the same reflected grey of the sea that lapped at us. You clung to me, softly breathing your ginger hair a slick mess against my breast. I gathered you up and stumbled the three miles to my home.
I stripped you off. I feel like I should apologise for that even after all the times you let me do it willingly later. But I wasn't in a lustful frenzy then. I got you warm with my blankets, washed you carefully checking for any other injuries. I looked after you a lot better than I did myself even back then. My own cuts I left. I remember how mad you got the week later when you realised what I had done. Every time I went out on a job after that for the next five years you made sure to be awake whatever the time to check me over.
My dear mother hen. However much I moaned and cursed at you to go to bed I hope you know I appreciated every moment. Every memory you gave me. I'm also even more sorry that I could only find you the job of selling yourself, I should have just tried harder to find out who you were. Then again the few memories you came whimpering awake from muttering in a far off language maybe it was better I didn't. As someone who did the same job with slightly different customers it was all I could give and I still wish I hadn't. I should have protected you better but then again I couldn't even protect myself.
I had this great plan that we'd get out of the trouble together by working our way out. Work our way to a better dream. Me as a forester or fisherman. Something to do with nature and my hands, you a baker or coffee shop owner in our own little cottage with a fire going on the cold nights. I always was a dreamer. No wonder I used to drown out the real world with drugs and then later drowned it out with you.
Not fair to do. Never fair thing to do.
Still you stayed by me and even if you didn't love me the way I wanted it was good enough. My dear best and only friend.
It would have been fine except for that girl who wanted you almost as much as I did, and you returned her affection. My poor Coral. No that’s not right, you were never mine I was only lent some of your time like in the fairy tale with the fisherman who marries the mermaid he brings to shore in his net. But part of the deal was that if he raised his hand to her three times she would leave him and return to the sea where she came from.
It only took one blow in my case but then I have a strength advantage over the fisherman in the tale. I should have let it go, you had moved on and there was no promise made that you wouldn't. I was still your best friend but no longer did we lie together in quiet embraces reciting the happy moments in our days and forgetting my bruised fists and your bruised thighs.
She offered you an escape, gave you an honest job in a cute little shop selling those gimmicky tourist key rings and badges. I still have the one you gave me with the smudged impression of my name, the V almost worn away. I was so jealous she could give you this new life that as you spent more time with her I thought she was taking you away. A lie I told myself.
It was new years eve you'd invited me out to the pier near where I first found you. The glow of party lights gave you a pixie like quality. You told me you were moving into your own place. That I didn't need to worry about you so much. That was when your last smile caught me full blast in the chest. You were happy and safe all I had ever wanted yet I felt so mad that it wasn't due to me. That you didn't need a mercenary in bloody armour covered in self inflicted scars. You always were a white knight, I wish I had said that then. That you were the strongest and best person I had ever met.
Instead I yelled and screamed. Cursing her and you. Then I struck out. Thank god not at you but too close, so close that I watched you flinch my heart to pieces as I hit the piers edge and broke it with a resounding crack. You stumbled back into the sea where you had come from. I froze inside but outside I leaped. I dragged you to shore and there we were just as we had begun but this time I called an ambulance watched you safely away before I cried. I had hurt you and I couldn't watch anymore. I called her up, told her where you were then left for our dingy little flat. I boxed up your things for you, carefully folded, safely placed with this note on top. I threw out all of mine that I couldn't fit in my small bag.
I'm sorry. I loved you but that’s not enough. I hope you two can be happy together and I've left all the cash I had for you in the safe place only you could look. Spend it on whatever you want. It's my last gift to say thank you for changing my life. I'm going somewhere far away. A place where villains like me are dealt with by the virtuous a lot less kindly than you dealt with me.
And don't worry about my boss coming for you. I haven't left any loose ends behind. I'm not going to let my tainted life hurt you ever again.
Yours with love, sorrow and thanks,
Valentine
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Post by blackice28 on Nov 4, 2016 13:24:38 GMT
Name: Nolan Harper
Alias: Son of the Forest
Gender: Male
Age: 24
Alignment: Neutral
Specialisations:
Physical Enhancemants: Nolan has been enhanced physically by the power of Cervos, The God of the Forest. His strength and stamina are in peak human condition. He has been gifted with extremely fine tuned senses, giving him senses of hearing and smell several times more powerful than a normal human. What's more, he also has the ability to jump slightly higher and farther than even an Olympic athlete,
Communion with the Cervos: Nolan is the Avatar of Cervos, the Ancient God of the Forest. As such, Nolan is connected to Cervos through a spiritual link, which can present itself in several ways. When Nolan is in a man-made environment (Which is often because he lives and operates in Heartania) this connection is only limited to visions that Cervos is able to send him, to inform him when he is needed. These visions can often be vague, leaving Nolan to piece together on his own what his actual mission is. When Nolan enters a forested environment, the connection is much stronger. In this setting, Cervos is able to speak directly with Nolan, which can provide invaluable advice. Furthermore, this strengthened connection allows Nolan's physical enhancement to grow as well. His body is strengthened even further, allowing him to jump extreme heights and distances, as high as 3 times his height vertically.
Physical Description: Out of costume, Nolan is a normal enough looking man. He stands an even 6 ft tall and is of mixed race. He has short black hair, and a short black beard, with bright brown eyes. He has an athletic build, but slender and lithe like the body of a gymnast or a dancer. His costume isn't an actual costume, but a magical vestment that covers his body when he summons it from an old hunting knife given to him by Cervos. It consists of a mask, carved of bone, made to look like the skull of a deer (Antlers and all) that covers his face. The rest of the costume is black from head to foot. The chest is adorned by the emblem of Cervos (A deer's skull, like the mask, except with leaves blooming from the tips of the antlers.) Around his waist is a simple belt that holds his knife.
Personality Description: Since his childhood, Nolan was very shy. He preferred to read a book than he did to socialize, and there was nothing he liked to read about more than plant and animal life. This fascination with the environment, and his desire to conserve it, is the driving force in his life. In his costumed persona he fights against threats to the balance of nature, while he spends his time as Nolan working with a team of environmental scientists, trying to educate his fellow man about conservation efforts.
When he was first given the role of Son of the Forest, he underwent a series of trials. These were meant to enlighten him and change his worldview. He was taught that life and death both are key components of existence, and the balance of nature cannot exist without them both. When a pack of wolves attack a herd of deer, they kill the weak and the sick. This ensures the survival of the wolf species, but also ensures that only the strongest deer survive to make offspring, ensuring the continued survival of the deer as well. So in the view of Nolan, killing is beneficial when it contributes to survival, but otherwise is something to be detested.
As far as his demeanor, he is usually rather quiet. In his uncostumed life he is usually working or studying something, but is almost always friendly to those around him. He only has a very close knit group of friends and family he surrounds himself with. When he dons the costume, he is entirely different. He is near silent, speaking only when necessary, mostly to make the people he is after more afraid of him.
Backstory: By the time Nolan had graduated with his degree in biology, he had already been volunteering for various environmental causes, for the entirety of his time at Heartania University. And once he had attained his degree, it was a no brainer for him to seek employment on the environmental research team that was based out of the Heartania University science labs. It was during a research outing, in the woods just inside the Heartania city limits, that he underwent a series of events that would change his life.
He was writing in his notepad, walking as he did so. When suddenly he had fallen, into some kind of hole that had been covered with leaves and brush. When he landed he was in a sort of cave, one that was very dark and old. He walked on, looking for a possible way out. Instead what he found was a large chamber, filled with unlit torches. On the back wall there was some sort of carving or sculpture, made of gnarled vines and branches, in the shape of a large deer's head. He turned to leave when he he heard a voice. "Nolan.... Nolan Harper." the voice said, as Nolan looked around bewildered. "I have been awaiting your arrival for quite some time now." Nolan finally came to realize the statue itself was the source of the voice.
The voice identified itself as Cervos. He explained, through words and visions, that he was once revered across all the continents as the God of the forests of the world. But as mankind had grown more advanced in it's sciences and it's machinery, his forests were destroyed on a massive scale. And with them, his powers dwindled to almost nothing. He knew there was only one way to protect what was left of his remaining woodlands and that was to impart some of his power to a human, as he had in the distant past, so that they may fight on his behalf. He wanted Nolan to take that position as his avatar,
Nolan refused at first, still completely in shock by the whole thing, and left, returning to his home. But as he tried to fall asleep that night, he already knew that if it meant he could actually protect the environment, he would do whatever it takes. And so the next day he returned, climbing down into the cave and meeting Cervos again. Cervos explained that this was not something to be taken lightly, and that he would never be the same. But Nolan insisted, and so they began.
A basin appeared at the base of the statue, and was full of a black liquid. Nolan's first trial was simply to drink it. After he did so, he immediately fainted. When he awoke he was not in his body. He was in the body of a deer, bounding through the woods with his herd. He didn't remember the life of Nolan Harper, he was just living the life of a deer. He sprang through the forest, stopping to eat, then moving on at the slightest sound. He continued on in this simple existence for what seemed like forever, until one moment, out of the blue, he heard a twig snap. He looked up, just in time to see the snarling jaws of a mountain lion snap shut upon his throat, ending his life. His first trial was to die.
He awoke on the floor of the cave with a start, shocked at what he had just gone through. Already the basin was full of another liquid, this time red. "Drink." Cervos commanded, not even giving Nolan time to think. Without a word he drank again.
She was a mother mountain lion, leaving the cave where cubs laid sleeping. She was had just finished feeding them their milk, and so now it was time to feed herself. She stalked the woods around her, sniffing the ground, looking for a scent trail to lead her in the right direction. She heard a rustle just a few yards away, and from her perch on a boulder she saw a deer eating grass, oblivious to her presence. She prepared to pounce, stepping on a twig as she did so, alerting the deer to her presence. But it was too late. She landed on the deer with her full weight. The second trial had been to kill.
Again Nolan snapped back into his own skin, deeply shaken. The basin sat full of green liquid this time. "Drink." He was commanded again by Cervos, and again he drank.
He was a bird, perched in a tree. As he looked from his branch, he saw an old frail deer eating grass in the clearing. Before the bird could even register movement, the deer had been killed by a mountain lion. The bird watched as the lion feasted, before taking flight. As he did so he saw the rest of the deer's family herd flee, alerted by the death of their fallen one. As he flew on he witnessed a patch of what had been dead trees, all burned away. The soil where their ashes lay was now rich with nutrients, and small sprouts already began to peak out from the ground. All around him he could see it patterns of life and death playing out around him as far as he could see.
He came awake in the cave again, this time more calmly. He looked up at the statue of Cervos. "Do you know what your final trial was?" Cervos asked. Nolan nodded. "The last trial... Was to understand." He said. Cervos looked down on him with what almost looked like pride. "Then it is done. You are my Avatar. Stand and feel your new strength." As Nolan came to his feet he realized how much he had changed. He felt stronger, yet lighter almost. "You can now leap and bound as strongly and swiftly as the deer from whom I have taken my form. And at your feet now there is your uniform." Nolan looked down to see only an old hunting knife. But as he grabbed it, black tendrils left from the knife, covering his arm, quickly crawling upward. As he looked over at the waters of the basin he could see it take the form of a costume. "Now go, Son of the Forest. I will call for you when I have need." And with that Nolan leapt from the cave.
Other: Cervos is an immortal being of great power, who was worshipped as a god by several cultures all over the world for hundreds of years, most recently by the Native Americans. (While he may be "a god" this doesn't mean he is truly "God". He is not at all infallible or all knowing. That is just the title he bears for lack of a better word) He is not truly a physical being at all, but at the peak of his powers he would walk the earth in the form of a great stag, providing bountiful hunts and good fortune for those of his followers that entered his forest domains. Around the time of the industrial revolution his powers began to wane, due to the mass deforestation and the subjugation of the people who worshipped him. By the turn of 20th century he was almost completely dormant, forced to observe the world destroying the woods from which he drew his power while he bided his time until the day he could save up enough power to anoint an Avatar to protect what remained of his woods.
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Truly, and utterly, indespensable.
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Post by Yabvi on Nov 4, 2016 15:48:44 GMT
Name: T͖̮̥̲͐͆̾͠h̢̜̼̣̘ͫͬ̉̏͛ͩͭ͂͘į̵͔̒̂̇ş̢̠͖̞̭̙ͫ̽͗̚ ̤̪̣͙͉͛͋̓͊̈́̆̉͋̚͝i̢̖̞ͪ̒͜͡s̷͉̤̤̺͈͑͋̿̃ͣ̓ ̱̳̖̭̗̞ͪ͜n̸͚̦̞̮̾ͭ͜o̰̝̲̲̞̾ț̖̺͇̤ͩ̈́͠ ͙̬̹̲̮͈̤̎̋̓̀̀ͅȁ̡̦̗̥̞̓͛͜ ͎͇̲̼͍̮̩͌̎͋͂̃ͧ̓̃͘n̵̷̨̦̙̼̞͋͆̍͂̅ͯͬả̍ͫͬͧ͜͏͖̗̗m̛̂̓ͨ̿҉͖̣̣̼̣͇̟e̷̪̘͚͕̠̯ͦͬ̔͋ͤ̽ͮ͆̀ ̴̩̼̗͉͇͔͂̾̈́͆͞tͧͥͥ̉҉̡͈̱͇̝̟̮̱͝h̦̩̱̤̒a̺̼̗͌̋͌̃̍͊ͅt̘̰̏͋̇̇̄͠ ̶̶̖̹̭̎ͫ̔ͮ̂͝ȉ͓̞̮͎͗͆͗͢s̰̓ͨ̀ ̮̞͖̹̱̥͙̪̉̽̽ͦ̈́͒̕͞k͈̝̼̺͆̎̿͘͝n̛̬̫̖̥̖ͪ̓̅ͭ̆͞ǫ̞͖͉͐ͯ̃̄̏ͭ̇̉w̠͙͊̍ͨͤ͢ň̛̻̣͉͈͑ ̱̼̤͇͙͔̹̞͔͆ͦ̈̂̕b̨̩̙̰̩͍̹̌̄͊ͮͬ̔̽̾͌y̶̷͖̪̔ͧ͐̑̆ ̴̟̯̲̽̂̓̄͝a̷͍͖͈͉̠͚̳͗̏̋̍̃ͫ͆ͫ̑̕n̶̆͒̇ͧ̌͝҉̭̗̭̬̮ͅy̮̫ͯͦͭ̇̃̈́̒́͜
Alias: The Man In The Rabbit Mask
Gender: Male
Age: H͌͑͊ͪ̃̑ͦ̐̑̄҉̢̡̧̺̞̜͉̜̯͈̹̯į̷̨̮̣̜̙̱̟̹̬̺̣̤̪̥̟̤̹̱ͥ̀͐ͦ̉͆ͤ̽̈ͭ̌͋̎͛ͯ̃͛̀͜s̍̐͆̊̉ͣ̏͋͏̴͖̜̣̹̖̘̳̙́ ̴̶͈̖͖̾ͦͥ͗̓ͩ̎̕͝a͓̼̖̩̻̦̰͕̯̤̮ͨ̍͊̽̑͑̾͆͆ͭͨ́́͝ğ̛̻̻͕͕͚͈͍͓̮̫̳͑̊̍ͧͭͤ͐ͨ͑ͨ̌̓̇ͪͧ͛͐̀͡ͅę͔̖̯̱͎̼̇͛̏̑͐ͣ̃̇̀ͥ̋̈͌͂ͥ̚͘ ̀ͫ̈͐ͬ̈̉̽͆ͦ̊̋̀̈ͥ͟͏̨͏̴̥͉̖͓̟̖̙͔͙ͅǐ̸̃͛ͦ̃ͩ͛̈́̓̃͐̊̽͐͟͟҉̴͇̝͔͓̺̥s̡̢͖̖̠̞̞͔̣̪̱͓͙̣̭̻͎͚̗̄ͯ̔̇͗̾͂̅̽͂́̚̚͢͠ ̡͈̼̺̘̯̯̙̱͚̝̰ͯ̏̃́͑́ͩ̀͟͜͝n̓̑̇ͥ͋̚̕͏̗̫̮͕̦̝̩͈̩͖͙͓ͅơ̶̼͍̝̬͖̼͚͈͚ͮ̈́̈̾̂̎̍̏͐̾̾̇͗͊͑ͨ͞t̸̢̨͖̫̺̙̥̫̳̬̬͔̟̱͚̩͌ͨ̃̇͂ͫ̀͒͛̀ ̷̷̷̶̛͖̬̤̳͍̪̱̣͍̫̗̥̻͙͓̘̺͖̿ͥͪͬ̓̍͒̂̐̄̐̿ͩͅk̰̦̺̙̯̟͔͚͓̗͓̰͈̹̰̩͖̏̿͌̉̆ͪ̈́̔̒ͮ̈ͮ̀̑̋͊̚͘͜͝ͅn̵̴̈́͗̇̑͟͏̖̗̱̼̫̲̮̙ơ̴̳̭͇̩͇̩̳̼̠̤̟̘̜̫̜̈́ͨ̽̉͊ͪ̎ͫ̍ͨ̚̚͞w̴̝̠̟̤͎̤̙̿͐̊͋́͞͞͠ͅͅn̢̨̘͇̺͎̼͈͉͍̰̟̣͇̲̱̥̠̮̐͌͛̑̀ ̸̵̶͔̣̬̬͍̺͖͇̪̬͍̮̘̗̞̦̳̠̻̏ͯ͒͑̍́͘t̤͕̳̦̤̘̣̳̰̘͋̒̾ͤͣ͆ͯ͛̾̋̑̅ͤ͐͟o̠̜̞̘̫̖̪̫͈̤̞̅ͦ̊̆ͦ̈ͧ̒ͪ͂̂̊͘͜ͅ ̸̛͙͇͈̼͈̠̞̮̇ͥ́̋̔̋͑̓͌̓ͨ̑̒ͩ͐͗ͩ́͞ͅá̸̷̸͎͍̬̠͉͉̙̟̟̠̋̎́̚͠ͅͅn̸̶̆͆̓ͩ̄ͣ̄ͯͨ̑̀̌̆̎ͧ̉͆́͏̖̣͕̗̬̝͎̝̳̫͕͔̭͍̭͈̦̯y̶̹̱̳͍͚̣̻̪̻͌̓̎̃̐͌̂ͪ̊͑̽͐ͣ̓̋̐̈̚̚͢ ̷̹̟̻̮̥̬̱̤̞̰͇̝̐̇̅ͬ͛͌͊ͣ̿̓ͩͭͫ̕͞͝b̨̭͙͇̺͎̣͕̦͚̝̲̙͉̤͕̜̄ͬͪ͌͆̐́͘͡ū̵̲̱̙̙͚͇̤̱̰̩̭̏ͮ̃̋̂̿͒̿͗̚͘͘͝t̴̢͙͎̘͓̘̜̤̆̒͆͑̄̆̽̐̍͂̅͗̅̍͂ͥ͛̚͜ ̢̦̙̤̞͎̼̭͚̳̰̜ͮͣ̏̾̑̂͑̇͡h̷̳̯̮̓̉ͭ̓ͯ̒̎̆̅͌͒ͫ̋ͥ̃͗̈́͐͒̕͟͡ỉ̶̛̫͉̭͇͕͔̖̩̱͖̩̝̜̤̯̳͆̓͊ͦ͑́́͝m̴̛̛̼̺͔̲̰̥̲͍͉̱̦̫̞̜̩̼̩ͭͫͤ̈́̇̏̔̆́̏͑ͦͅs̸̩̳͎̗̝̮͚̼̼̫̤̭̜͔ͧͣ̔̆̈̍ͮͬ́̏ͫͮͤ̄ͪ͆̀e̸̛̖̜͉̼̭̟̘̝̝͖̰̥̻͆͒́̀ͯͤ̿̓ͨ̇̄ļ̴̦̲͔̝̣͍̝̻̊ͥͮ̐ͮͦ̋ͮ̈́́ͪ͒̀͋ͬ͆̆͒̒͢͟fͦͣͪͤ̓̔ͥ̔ͮͯ̽͆ͫ̚̚͝͏͓̖̼̹̬̥͓̯̳͖̻
Alignment: Villain
Specialisations:
Schrodinger Teleportation
The Man In The Rabbit Mask relies on the quantum mechanics principal of something being capable of being in two or more states simultaneously until observed (simplified to the "Schrödinger's cat" thought experiment by Erwin Schrodinger) to effectively exist in all unobserved points at once, only existing in a specific point when observed. In practice, it would seem to be the power to teleport between any unobserved points, and simply disapear when not observed.
The Man In The Rabbit Mask is unable to teleport between observed points, and is unable to teleport to where surveillance cameras watch. He must also know where he wishes to teleport to.
The Rabbit Mask
The Rabbit Mask makes it so the wearer is unable to be tracked by any means, other than magical or magnetic. This means he leaves no trace of himself when he leaves, other than a few rose petals. All trace he might leave, smell, hair, etc. Seems to vanish along with him.
The Mask does not allow anything to penetrate it, stopping all uses of clairvoyance, divination or otherwise to penetrate it. This only applies to things that attempt to invade his mind or read his memories.
Physical Description:
The Man In The Rabbit Mask is not small, neither is he tall. Often he wears a customed tailored suit, patterned with dark red and red stripes. The mask he wears covers all of his face bar his mouth and jaw. His jaw is firm and sharp, like a knife's edge. The Man In The Rabbit Mask is not thin, nor is he fat.
His dress shoes are black. His hair is a short mess of sunflower yellow.
Personality Description:
The Man In The Rabbit mask is an articulate fellow; Always been an expert with his words. A man of many words and the occasional joke, he's never been known to stick around with people for too long, unless those people are directly involved in his plans.
The Man In The Rabbit Mask is not the type to fight directly; he much prefers to have other people do the dirty work directly.
The Man In The Rabbit Mask is not one to hesitate to lie, cheat or steal and is fully okay with betraying his allies to further pursue his own goals. On occasion he will align himself with Heroes, if their goals align or he needs them to further his own.
Backstory:
Ṫ͔̼̭̂̚i̵ͩ̿̆́̒mͩe̢̤̦̹̪̞̤̓̂̂ ̧̹̩̥̺ͭ́̏͐̚w̬ͫ̾ì̟͎̙̮̥̕l̹̟͚͖͎̰̋l̻͖̫̺͈ ͖͞tͤ͏̰eͦ͑̇͏̻̯͇l̷̰̮̻̤̀́̂ͧ̆͋̂l̽ ̞̟̖ͮ̿͛͌hi̜̘̘͐͐̕s̙̩͚̮͇̩̆ͭ͛͝ ̣̬̈̕b̤̞ͫ̏ͪa̢͎̺͚̳͉̖̫̅c̢̹͔̑k̦̯̭̰̪̗͐͆͐s͚ͥ͂͝tͮ̇o̧͙̠͍̱͓̻ͯ̍ͪ̎̈́̋r̡̳̊ͨͣ͆ͯ͊̾y͈̋̌͂ ̗͗̓̍̕
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Post by iCaramelBird on Nov 4, 2016 16:20:28 GMT
Accepted Nolan! Scott we'll be right back with you - we haven't read the Man in the Rabbit Mask and we're still waiting to hear from you about Dulicia's many specs.
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Vigilante
V&V Veteran
Truly, and utterly, indespensable.
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Post by Yabvi on Nov 4, 2016 17:51:09 GMT
Der we gho
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Post by iCaramelBird on Nov 5, 2016 17:48:02 GMT
Accepted, the Man In The Rabbit Mask.
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Citizen
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Post by Kagia on Nov 7, 2016 5:19:37 GMT
The Songbird and the Spider
Name: Lucien Sing Alias: The Spider Gender: Male Age: 27 Alignment: Neutral
Specialisations:
Combat Mastery - Contract Killer, Lucien has been training from a young age to kill and has been in numerous situations which have pushed his abilities to their limits. Well versed in using his whole body in combat he is extremely nimble and combined with is customised prosthetic limbs is a formidable killing machine.
Absolute Delay -Lucien ability is that he can disrupts a person's perception of time for the duration of half a second when he comes into contact with them. People affected will feel that time has stopped, a feeling akin to blinking.
Physical Description: Lucien is 1.50m tall, has a slender build and is often wearing his custom tracksuit with a spider design on the right side leading into the left. He has messy black hair with a fairly slender face. He has very sharp eyes and almost constantly wears a scowl on his face. His left arm and left leg have been replaced with slim prosthetics. The tracksuits left arm and leg end at the knee and elbow joint of their respective parts.
Personality Description: Lucien is a very grouchy person, things constantly get on his nerves but he never gets angry enough to act out irrationally. He has a soft spot for kids especially ones that remind him of his brother when they were little. He trusts his brother with his life and will often listen to him unconditionally. He is very fickle with his moods and will often walk out on jobs and situations in general just because he wants to. He enjoys the down time with his brother the most, just walking around town and seeing the sights
Backstory: Lucien and his brother Rheda lived in within the ghettos of Scarlet City. Their family was struggling to get by, and had to take as much work as they could get just to feed their family. Many of their nights were spent with almost nothing to eat. The place they lived in did not afford them any luxuries and Lucien and Rheda learnt to care of each other and watched each other's backs. After a particularly hard month for their family, Lucien decided to find some work.
He had overheard a Worn out man in a bar complain about his Terrible co-worker who was willing to doing anything to rise up in his job. After hearing the man's drunken tirade, saying that he would gladly pay to have the co-worker offed, he approached the man asking if he really would be willing to pay someone to kill him. The man dismissively agreed, not thinking a 10 year old could do anything anyway.
But Lucien did just that and the next day came to the bar telling him the job was done. At first not believing him, he called someone and found out the truth. The man was admittedly put off, but in the end payed Lucien the money, Lucien asked him to tell everyone about his “services” and went off the give the money to his parents. His parents knew where the money was coming from but didn't ask questions. Rheda found out and didn't like the idea of only his brother risking his life, so against Lucien wishes he joined him on these jobs ending up saving his brother's life more than once. The two gained a reputation and were often called the Songbirds of Scarlet City, willing to sing for whoever payed enough money.
One job which was a bit higher profile than the others left the brothers in a sorry state. The target knew they were coming, preparing a trap of acid to burn the brothers. Rheda noticed just a bit too late but with just enough time to push his brother out of the way before being covered in the acid. Acid had gotten on Lucien's arm and leg and were horribly disfigured, but he was in a lot better condition than his brother. Lucien in a rough scramble to clean his brother furthered wrecked his arm, Finally dropping mop bucket over his brother getting most of the acid off him.
Dragging himself and his brother to the rumored best black-market doctor, the doctor fixed them up as best as she could. Even going as far as getting a friend to organised prosthetics for Lucien and a Full body life support suit for Rheda. With the medical bills to pay off they started their job anew. Rising and rising in notoriety, they payed of the medical bills while also regularly getting upgrades. Eventually the two earned enough money and their parents asked them to stop giving them it to them. They wanted Lucien and Rheda to go out into the world at not be trapped in Scarlet City like they were.
Begrudgingly they left their family leaving them in the care of the doctor. Arriving in Heartania,they have no real idea of what they're doing just yet. Muddling day to day and taking the odd contract here and there while stopping from time to time to feed Rheda's obsession with Idols.
Other: Lucien likes collecting cute plush toys, but hides it from everyone but his brother and family
Name: Rheda Sing Alias: The Songbird Gender: Male Age: 22 Alignment: Neutral
Specialisations:
Combat Mastery - Contract Killer, training from and young age to kill, and has been in numerous situations which pushed his abilities to the limits. He has a keen mind and is very cunning. Specialising in an array of concealed weaponry his favorite weapon being the flat tipped sword he keeps within the umbrella he carries around. His life support body suit has also been modified to give him enhanced strength and speed while also helping his deductive capabilities.
Emotion Amplification - Rheda can release a birdlike call which when heard amplifies the emotional state of the ones that hear it to the extreme ends of the spectrum. (sad to distraught, anger to rage etc.) This can be negated by coming into physical contact with the affected person and there's is a grace period of one minute where they can not be affected again.
Combat Mastery
- Hidden Sword with Umbrella hilt
- 10 m of steel wire
- 25 throwing knives
- 3 explosives and detonators
- Stun fists
- Flash-bang within helmet
- High frequency ear piercing whistle
Physical Description: Rheda is 1.73m tall, and has slightly thick build. His thick clothes hide and protect his life support suit with many belts and buckles to keeps things secure. On his face he wears and large metallic mask with two small eye pieces as well as little indents on the cheeks which lets him use his power. His carries and a slightly larger yellow umbrella with a Rectangle handle.
Personality Description: Rheda is a very amiable person which belies his cunning nature. Rarely showing his true emotions he opts to hides them behind a happy facade. This isn't to say that his happy nature isn't genuine. It's just his experiences has afforded him much leeway and he uses the constant friendliness to disarm people and unsettle so that those with bad intentions will be prompted to act. Rheda loves Idols. When he was in rehab the man fixing up his suit introduced them to him and they brought him levity in a dark time. Now, it's not an obsession, more just an unhealthy infatuation. Its lead him to not to take jobs that involve cute girls.
Rheda never liked killing people without knowing what they had done, but when they were just beginning, they couldn't pick and choose. Rheda now researches targets before deciding whether or not to go through with the jobs. He enjoys his time with his brother and cares for him deeply without an ounce of resentment for his current condition.
Backstory: (Read Lucien's)
Other: With the condition of his body and the age of when it happened it has made Rheda not able to truly under what attraction to women is yet. His obsession with idols is purely platonic as he never got to experience and understand those feelings while growing up.
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Post by iCaramelBird on Nov 7, 2016 8:42:12 GMT
Both of those are accepted, awesome looking characters!
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Post by Adam on Nov 7, 2016 19:44:04 GMT
Im sorry Kagia but no-one gave you permission to be so good at art!! Jk, seriously you're incredible I love it.
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