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titans: legacy

the story so far

High above the earth, a satellite floated, gyrating in slow deliberate circles. The beings inside observed the Earth below with the same type of quiet thoughtfulness, a wisdom only earned through power. They knew what would come next.

Superman, Wonder Woman, Flash, Aquaman, Green Lantern… They were all names known worldwide, responsible for maintaining peace and delivering justice to the wicked. But they were only so many in number, and as humanity grew, so did its potential for wickedness. Yes, many threats may have fallen. But there were plenty to take their place—and the Justice League knew it was inevitable that these names would rise again.

So it was to no surprise that their decision was unanimous. The Justice League would recruit more members into their fold: under the Titans program, age was no barrier to success. This organization became a beacon of hope and aspiration for powered young folks across the globe: as long as they faced problems and villainy within their communities, they could prove to be the solution to the problem.

And one day, each of these Titans would inherit the mantles of their predecessors. And maybe, they’d craft their own legacies in turn.

Welcome, young Titan! You’re a new transplant to Imbrium City, handpicked by the Executive Council of the Justice League and plucked from wherever you came from across the globe to take up residence in one of the northwestern US’ most crime-ridden metropolises. Your task—should you choose to play along, of course—is to take down superhero crime as it emerges. Pretty straightforward in concept, but you’re a bit green behind the gills, so even the simplest of superpowered tasks can be complicated. For now, just try to get through the day without killing or screwing your teammates… or even both.

the rules

  1. Please read and understand NCM and section rules before posting.
  2. This RP is set in the DC Comics universe. While it is not required to have prior canon knowledge, as the RP’s plot will deal heavily with the theme of “legacy,” there will be interactions with canon characters—so I recommend you be willing to do at least some research. That said, if you’d like your character to have significant canon ties from the onset (ex. you want to make a young member of the Lantern Corps), DM me first so we can iron out logistics. The storyline will be independent of any existing plot, so don’t worry about having to read any specific comics.
  3. You have creative freedom when making your character, but please remember that GM word is final, and you may be asked to change things if deemed necessary. There’s a fine line between over-the-top and just plain silly: I expect you to know where that lies.
  4. I won’t be restricting your potential powers, but please be reasonable and consider how your character’s abilities will work in the context of an RP. Being accepted into this RP means that you are committed to seeing it advance. If you end up falling inactive, you may be dismissed from participating. When posting, please let at least two people go before you before posting again; and aim to post 2-3 times a week. If for some reason you’ll need to be inactive for an extended period, please let the hosts know so they can write around your absence.
  5. As of right now, I only want one character per player. If you are competing for a particular position against another applicant… well, tough. I’ll pick applications based on how I think the characters will overlap and interact with one another—diversity in character type is key. Finally, six characters max will be on the Titans, meaning I’ll only accept five other players.

the rest

App code link.

Accepted chars: TBD.

Pretty HTML: TBD.

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Still waiting for that app format, chief.

EDIT: Interest has been withdrawn thrown into the void

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Application code is below: feel free to style it as you please. If you'd like to apply, please reserve your power set in your post. (Also I'm gonna get the main post prettied up, I swear.) Remove anything in (parentheses) in the app.

  • Rinne reserves photokinesis for his powers.

 

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BASICS

  • Applicant:
  • Name:
  • Alias: (Your codename. Make it count!)
  • Age: (The Titans program, unlike its teenage counterpart, only accepts young adults of at least 21.)
  • Gender:
  • Species: (Non-human/alien characters are allowed, as long as they a. are humanoid, and b. have a good explanation for their presence.)

APPEARANCE (You may include image refs for any of the below, but a. please hyperlink them, and b. provide additional description.)

  • Height/Weight:
  • Build/Complexion: (Include skin tone here!)
  • Hair: (Color and style.)
  • Eyes:
  • Clothing:
    • Uniform:
    • Casual:

ABILITIES

  • Powers:
    • (Power Name): (List them out in a bulleted form, like this. I recommend 100+ words for this section: for a hero, powers are key!)
    • (Power Name): (Don't feel like you have to reinvent the wheel here: a simple/uncomplicated powerset applied effectively will be preferred to one that's high-concept but confusing to follow. And remember: tech genius can suffice as a power. Ask Iron Man!)
    • (Power Name): (If you'd like any canon links here, please DM me or ask first!)
  • Equipment:
    • (Equipment Name): (Same as above. Don't go too over-the-top here.)

PERSONALITY

  • (Please format this section as you like. I have no length requirement here (i.e. bulleted sentences are fine!), but I'd like you to use this section to outline your character's persona and motivations. If you don't do so sufficiently, I'll ask you to expand.)

HISTORY

  • (Same note as Personality. I encourage you to mention any past heroics here: baggage is fun!)

SAMPLE

  • (The meat and bones of the application. You must write an IC post for your character, detailing a snapshot of their heroic exploits. This can be an action piece or a character portrait, but I need to see how you'll write your applicant. No length requirement, but write what you think you'll be able to manage on an average basis over the course of the RP.)
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Still getting used to formatting...

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8 hours ago, ChampionZero said:

You have my undivided attention. One question: is this Young Justice canon or are we following a separate timeline?

Not to double post, but consider it a separate canon.

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BASICS

  • Applicant: Saiba Aisu
  • Name: Rashad "Shadi" Al-Najjar
  • Alias: Diviner
  • Age: 22
  • Gender: Male
  • Species: Human

APPEARANCE: Image Reference 

  • Height/Weight: 6" / 170 lbs
  • Build/Complexion: Well-built / Dark brown
  • Hair: Thick curly black hair, worn long on top. Sides and back are cropped close in a high fade.
  • Eyes: Hazel
  • Clothing:
    • Uniform: A form-fitting blue bodysuit with black gloves and combat boots, composed of special polyfibers that provide enhanced protection against extreme temperatures and certain types of radiation. Largely devoid of ostensible decorative elements, except for a shimmering golden symbol on his chest, depicting a stylized eye.
    • Casual: While not on active duty, Rashad's standard outfit consists of a blue and white striped tank top, black harem pants, white elbow/knee guards, and bright blue sneakers. He also wears a simple metal necklace, featuring a crescent moon with a single star.

ABILITIES

  • Powers:
    • Extrasensory Perception ("DIVINATION"): Shadi's primary metahuman ability (and the inspiration for his operative codename) allows him to instinctively sense future events, effectively granting him a form of clairvoyance. He most commonly employs this power in combat situations in order to predict and counter enemy attacks before the opponent launches them, as well as to avoid seemingly unpredictable ricochet damage, despite his fairly average reflexes and hand-to-hand combat skills. For all its usefulness, however, this ability is not foolproof—predicting the future is a tricky business and like most things in life, destiny is rarely set in stone. For this reason, he tends to use his powers of divination as a guideline rather than a strict rulebook, especially when attempting to predict more complicated, nebulous outcomes. In some cases, the future can be extremely unpleasant and even haunting, making this gift a double-edged sword that is both a blessing and a curse.
    • Psychokinetic Energy Manipulation ("THE EYE OF HORUS"): The nexus of Shadi's extrasensory/psychokinetic powers is located at the center of his forehead. When it manifests on the visible spectrum, it takes on an almond-shape, resembling a "third eye" of bright golden light. The Eye of Horus serves as a conduit that sharpens and focuses Shadi's powers, allowing him to launch destructive bolts of golden energy from his forehead, as well as granting him limited telekinesis/levitation.
    • Expert Pickpocket ("STREET SMARTS"): Shadi didn't spend six years on the streets of New York City for nothing. You'd be hard pressed to find a more street-wise guy than Shadi, who excels at passing undetected and "flying under the radar" when the need arises. Apart from his quick mind and even quicker hands (he was once quoted as saying, "I could steal Green Lantern's ring, take it for a joyride, and put it back before he even noticed!"), he's also got a gift for putting others at ease and getting them to open up, even if it's against their own interests.
  • Equipment:
    • Titan Communicator: A standard Titan Communicator equipped with a state-of-the-art satellite-based tracking system, ideal for relaying information and surveying the surrounding area during missions.

PERSONALITY

  • Shadi's personality is best summed up by the phrases "lovable rogue" and "rough around the edges." Sharp-tongued, quick-witted, and more than a bit rebellious, he's developed something of a reputation as a loose cannon over the years, earning himself the disapproval of some of the Justice League's stricter members in the process. His interpretation of the rules, in particular, tends to be quite lax rather than letter-by-letter. Nevertheless, despite his mischievous ways, irreverent humor, and singular talent for getting himself and others into trouble, at his deepest core, Shadi is true as steel and doggedly loyal to those he cares about. Although he's unaware of it, viewing himself as just another run-of-the-mill hero, there are actually a lot of hopes riding on his shoulders, due to him being one of the organization's unofficial poster children for the possibility of rehabilitating former super-powered criminals through hero work.

HISTORY

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Rashad was born to Hassam and Fatima Al-Najjar, a young Sudanese immigrant couple, in one of New York City's many slums. Despite his family's relative poverty, he had a fairly happy early childhood, being raised as a devout Muslim in an Arabic-speaking home. His metahuman powers began manifesting rather early, allowing him to instinctively sense future events and perceive the world in a way other children could not. Although his parents were initially wary, they eventually came to accept and quietly celebrate their son's unique talents, believing them to be a gift from God. Tragedy struck, however, one afternoon while Shadi, twelve at the time, was at school. Subsequently referred to as "The Masjid Abu Bakr Shooting,"  it consisted of a single heavily armed gunman that burst into a local mosque during a service and opened fire indiscriminately on those in attendance, killing many and wounding several more before police forces arrived and managed to subdue him. Fatima, Shadi's mother, was among those who died on the scene. His father, Hassam, actually managed to temporarily disarm the shooter, despite being unarmed and heavily wounded himself. Unfortunately, however, he would later succumb to his injuries while en route in an ambulance to the nearest hospital.

Now an orphan and utterly alone in the world, Shadi was initially taken in as a ward of the state, although he didn't last long within the foster system, preferring to take his chances on the street. For the next five years, Shadi fought to stay alive, using every ounce of resourcefulness to carve out a precarious existence in New York City's dog-eat-dog underworld, relying on his extrasensory abilities to help get him out of sticky situations. Nevertheless, for all his intuition and sharp instincts, there were a number of close calls that no one could have predicted—petty burglaries gone wrong, trusted contacts turned traitor, and several unexpected police raids—so that with each passing day, the ground under his feet grew smaller and smaller. Eventually, although he was loath to leave his hometown, Shadi was forced to face the truth: New York City was no longer safe for him. He'd do one last job—a simple affair, exceedingly straightforward, just to have some much-needed cash on hand for his escape. Just one last heist. What could possibly go wrong?

To his—but absolutely no one else's—surprise, a lot, as it turns out. Everything was going according to plan until a pair of Justice League members decided to show up halfway through the operation and crash the party. To Shadi's shock and horror, the duo seemed quite familiar with him and his extrasensory powers, although they were not at all pleased that he had been using them for criminal purposes. The Justice League operatives offered him an ultimatum: join his fellow lawbreakers in adolescent rehab and swear to never again use his powers, or serve an undefined probationary period as part of their organization in order to make up for his misdeeds. Deeply suspicious but unable to refuse, Shadi opted for the second choice. Transitioning from a street-hardened delinquent into a junior member of the Justice League wasn't a smooth process by any means—there were times where he suffered relapses and clashed with his superiors, and in many cases, he had to specifically unlearn certain behaviors that had helped him survive in the past. As time passed and his probationary period came to an end, however, Shadi began to grow into his new role, ultimately coming to grips with the fact that the Justice League had saved him from a life of crime. Now (mostly) rehabilitated, and recently promoted as a member of the Teen Titans, Shadi is ready to put his gifts to a more noble use. It's what his parents would have wanted.

SAMPLE

Spoiler

The woman was tall and shapely, clad in an elaborate gauzy emerald veil that covered most of her face except for her vivid violet eyes, framed by thick lashes. Long wavy black hair tumbled over her shoulders in a sweet-smelling cascade, golden bangles glistened at her wrists and ankles, and a sea of silver coins woven into her outfit chimed gently as she moved, pacing the room barefoot, reciting from an open book held aloft in one hand, her musical voice filling the room of enthralled students.

"The universe is infinitely complex. An interlocking prism of ever-changing shapes and colors. So too must your minds be infinite, if you wish to delve into its depths and divine its mysteries. Focus. Find the center of your metaphysical being. Let your spirit rise up within you... You are air, you are fire, you are—RASHAD! Are you sleeping?!"

"... Mm? Sorry, boss lady. What now?"

WHAM! The mystical tome sailed across the room with remarkable accuracy, smiting one of the students in the very last row, whose head had been dangling at a rather precarious angle for the past few minutes.

"GAH! What'd you do that for?!" the young man demanded, wincing as he rubbed the back of his head, blinking the sleep from his eyes. If his past experiences were anything to go by, he'd have a lovely egg-shaped bump this same time tomorrow.

"How kind of you to rejoin us on this plane," the woman observed dryly, crossing her arms as the rest of the class did their best to contain their laughter. "Am I correct in guessing that you were wandering the barren wastes of the astral dimension in a self-induced trance, seeking new wisdom?"

"No, but—"

"Perhaps then you were pondering the subtler aspects of The Sacred Tridevi and its immediate applications to libanomancy?"

"No," Shadi replied, smiling rather sheepishly, his dark cheeks flushing with color, although he met the woman's gaze evenly across the room. "I was taking a nap. Sorry, Oracle. Won't happen again."

"Anyone could have divined that much."

The rest of the students erupted into open laughter this time, some of them even wiping tears from their eyes as they gazed at Shadi with poorly concealed scorn. The woman—Oracle—sighed, rubbing her temples with slim fingers.

"I don't know what we're going to do with you, Rashad... This is the third time this week. One would think that, having chosen Diviner as your operative name, you would be a little keener to learn about the noble art of divination. Alas! If gazing into the future is such a tedious task for you, then you may be excused. Please take your things and go. Make sure you have a word with Radion about your behavior in class today."

"Should I do that now or later?" Shadi asked, bowing his head as he stood and began gathering his belongings. He knew enough to recognize a clear dismissal when he saw one, especially when it involved Radion, who handled any cases of misbehavior in class.

"Whenever the fates find it convenient, Rashad."

"Alright. It's just that he's outside, so I figured..."

At that moment, there was a knock at the classroom entrance, followed by dead silence. Seconds later, the pneumatic doors slid apart with a hiss, revealing the aforementioned Radion, a stocky man with a rather hawkish nose and piercing blue eyes, clad in a deep red bodysuit.

"Sorry to interrupt your class, Oracle. If you don't mind, I'd like to borrow Diviner. He and I need to have a word."

Oracle nodded and waved away wearily with one hand, as if giving them both permission to leave. Tagging along at Radion's heels, Shadi turned and flashed his classmates one last cheeky smile before vanishing from sight.

"Holy crap!" one of the remaining students exclaimed, making everyone jump in their seats. His eyes were wide as he gazed at Oracle with newfound respect. "You knew Radion was coming for Shadi from the beginning, didn't you? That's why you said, whenever the fates find it convenient..."

Oracle settled for a mysterious smile, the corners of her mouth twitching faintly behind her green veil as she turned back to the class while her students shifted in their seats and murmured among themselves, deeply impressed.

"Would you be so kind as to hand me Futhark's Runology? Thank you. Now, as I was saying..."

Yet even as she resumed the lesson, Oracle couldn't help but feel a twinge of guilt. For all her grandiose words, in the end, it had been Shadi—not her—who had truly seen the future.

 

Edited by Saiba Aisu

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Oof, so my experiment with new forum coding didn't go swimmingly. Fixed the app code.

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BASICS

  • Applicant: ZetaRESP
  • Name: Millieme Marius
  • Alias: Storm Siren
  • Age: 21 ("born" March 3rd)
  • Gender: Female
  • Species: Human/Living Storm

APPEARANCE

  • Height/Weight: (normal) 5ft3/108 lbs. (1.60 m/49 kg.)
  • Build/Complexion: Average build, skin appears pale.
  • Hair: Her hair is dark silver and kind of frizzled like that of a storm cloud.
  • Eyes: Dark gray, almost black, though they can be barely seen behind her glasses.
  • Clothing:
    • Uniform: A dark silver bodysuit with a discreet pattern (i.e. texturing) in the shape of clouds, light silver opera gloves and thigh high body fitting boots with the same discreet pattern, a tribal logo in light silver on her chest showing four tribal "streams" of elements (lightning, rain, wind and snow) in a cross formation inside a tribal cloud. Her hair is tied in a high tail and she sports a silver tiara on top with an onyx as the center stone.
    • Casual: A dark red jumper on top of a black T-shirt with red and black sneakers. She wears a waist long black, straight wig to hide her hair color and she has somewhat thick glasses to make her eye color not be visible. Said glasses have a light graduation but she can still see perfectly without them due to how her body works.

ABILITIES

  • Powers:
    • Storm Form: She can become a storm cloud being. This airborne form makes her immune to cold and rain, diseases and most physical attacks, though she can be blown away and energy attacks may still harm her. This form is partial humanoid when not restricted, as she instinctively forms a torso, arms and a head.
    • Regeneration: Because of her strange anatomy, she can regenerate completely using the humidity in the air. This makes her actually unable to age. In fact, the only reason she looks like a grown up now is because she decided to grow from her "innocence"during her rising.
    • Size Change: While she can't change her mass, she can change her size, being able to compress her body and even take take a human form the size of a small doll (3 3/4 in). She can also expand herself, but only as a cloud, being able to fill a 2400 ft3 (70 m3) space. Because of this, she can pass by any kind of opening, no matter how mall it is, making her near intangible. This, of course, makes her unable to pass though any airtight space and she can actually be stopped by an air filter and even be trapped if it's a multilayer filter.
    • Storm Attacks: As she pretty much is a living storm, she can generate storms from her body: Thunderstorms, Blizzards, Hailstorms, Downpours and the like. She can also use the elements of each storm by herself when not in storm form, as a more localized attack. She looses energy when she uses her elements, leaving her as kind of a harmless mist if she keeps going too long.
    • Enhanced Body: She has more stamina than any normal human, as well as advanced agility and reflexes, making her also good in hand to hand combat. Her storm form can move at speeds of up to 30 mph.
    • Liquid Infusion: She can actually merge into any body of water, becoming invisible as well and even altering it with her powers. This has the risk of her being trapped if the liquid's congealed, but she's immune to the liquid being boiled.
  • Equipment:
    • Storm Cloth: Originally in the form of a toga in which she woke up on, it was altered into a bodysuit by Orm. It seems to be made of special molecules that are actually synchronize to her, behaving like if they were part of her own body. She can even use her regeneration to repair it if it gets damaged, though it's slower to do so than repairing her own body.
    • Thunderstruck coin: A 1917 1 Millieme coin. This coin is more of a memento than anything, as she consider it the "seed of her birth". It's also the source of her first name.
    • Atlantean Locket: A shell-shaped locket where she has a drawing she made of her "father" Ocean Master and her coin.

PERSONALITY

She a somewhat motherly attitude, mainly acting with concern respect of her teammates, and is... well, very, very nice. She loves children and she loves taking care of them, which explains why she became a daycare worker. She loves drawing, even though her style may be somewhat rough. She may seem content, but underneath that shell, she has a stormy turmoil. This stems mostly from her lack of identity, as everybody seems to agree she's no longer the human woman she used to be. In fact, nobody can't tell her who she is, where's she from, how old she is, which really affects her. Her somewhat inflected English is a very vague clue that she's probably British or maybe even Australian. She used to be desperate for answers, but given what happened the last time she tried to actively hunt for answers, she decided to try and live with her albeit foreign identity. Because of her development in the open and her raising, however, she has a bit of a "tough core", meaning she harbors a bit of resent against the "walkers", just like her "father". She is, however, just too nice to actively oppose them.

HISTORY

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  • March 3, 21 years ago: A strange storm brews in the Red Sea. A man sees this and flips an old 1 Millieme coin in the air. It's immediately struck by a continuous lightning, eventually forming a ball of light that dropped down into a humanoid mist shape. This shape eventually solidified and took the form of a young human girl in a toga. Her cloudy gray hair and pale skin were her main attributes. She was confused as the man was so terrified he passed out. She tried to help him, but lots of other men came in and, seeing the phenomenon, some attacked. By reflex, she shot one of the men with a lightning, knocking him out cold and scaring the others. She decided to flee the area, eventually discovering she could levitate and then took the form of a storm cloud, moving into the sky. She kept the coin, taking the figure in it as her name.
  • 21 to 15 years ago: She lived as an outcast all this time, moving with the storm and only landing every once in a while, as she can't stand being in the sky too long. The result was always the same: people sees her as an envoy of disaster, mostly due to word of mouth from other areas. This leads to confrontations that leave her increasingly disillusioned, specially when she tries to either help people or to find more about her origins.
  • December 25, 10 years ago: She landed on the Atlantic Coast, this time trying to avoid any contact. However, her arrival was somewhat expected by the Justice League, who apparently were aiming to confront her. She made a run for it and tried to leave by the ocean, but the League was making it hard. Eventually, she's "saved" by someone from the depths... one Orm Marius.
  • 10 to 5 years ago: She found herself under the tutelage of none other than the Ocean Master, who was currently in self-imposed exile after his escape from Belle Reve. He pretty much raised her like he would raise her daughter (that is, as a future ruler of Atlantis), though she was somewhat too compassionate to be a tough-as-nails. He gave her the nom de guerre "Storm Siren" due to her abilities, while she took Orm's last name as her own, accepting herself to be the daughter of the Ocean Master. She also gave herself a more adult look undr the suggestion of Orm himself, eventually defaulting in that form. It was all fine until he decided to fight for the throne of Atlantis once more.
  • December 4, 5 years ago: Orm and his men attacked Earth in order to find and defeat Aquaman for the throne of Atlantis. Millieme, now fully into her role of Storm Siren, was ready to try and create a diversion by flooding a building and from there the isle of Manhattan with the help of his father's own powers doing enough of a storm, but before she tried, she heard the sounds of worried children and the child in her told her they need help. She used her powers to save the children from the storm... which pretty much allowed Aquaman to best him and force him to escape. They left so hastily that Millieme was left behind, eventually found by the League. They were both aware of her previous "attacks", which they were also aware were mostly in self-defense, as well as her intended involvement in Ocean Master's attack. Aquaman himself, however, spoke in her favor, stating that she has a "good heart" and is willing to recommend her for the League. She leaves the premises, however, vanishing into the streets.
  • 5 years ago to present times: She decided to play low, hiding her identity in her current casuals, and tried to make a life of herself, eventually being hired to help in a daycare. She becomes well acquainted with the kids in the area and it all goes well. Eventually she uses her powers, in more discreet ways, to help in minor ways, mostly trying to be under the radar. Then, one of the now teenage kids she saved back then recognizes her due to her wig being snared in a fence as she's recovering a ball. She tries to run away to avoid others to see her and recognize her... only to run into Batman. Before she can react, she's transported into the Watchtower, where she finds out that A) teletransportation is messy in her body and B) the League had found her long time ago, but they limited themselves to keep her under vigilance (well, mostly Batman). He, along with the other founding members of the League, came to her and revealed that, while she was gone, they had actually voted in favor of her being added to the League, having pretty much agreed with Aquaman's observation of her being too nice. She says she doesn't really feel like being " so far up here", but the League state that, actually, they have a new place for her to be... the Titans program.

 

SAMPLE

The building was full of smoke and one could hear the coughing people asking for help. Storm Siren entered the place in her heroic garbs, for once in a long time, and tried to scan the area. She could se the origin of the smoke and first saw a woman in the lobby at the edge of passing out. She dragged her outside and tried to see if she could breath, then shifted into a cloud and tried to push herself into her lungs to try and make her breath. She even made a small shock, which seemed to work as she's coughed off the body. She regenerates quickly and heads back inside, looking to see if the was anyone else inside.

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Nanomachines, Son.

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BASICS

  • Applicant: ChampionZero
  • Name: Ilia Diamantopoulou/Elijah Diamond
  • Alias: Nano
  • Age: 20
  • Gender: Male
  • Species: Human

APPEARANCE

  • Height/Weight: 6'6"/300lbs
  • Build/Complexion: Tan skin and a low-fat, Spartan physique. Broad shoulders and wide hips. Heavy Germanic bone structure.
  • Hair: Dark brown, cut high and tight. Shiny and slightly damp at all times.
  • Eyes: Electric blue, slightly luminescent.
  • Clothing: (Note: all outfits are generated by Elijah's powers, and can be morphed to suit the occasion.)
    • Casual: In his downtime, Elijah wears a black jacket, over a black and blue hoodie for the University of Toronto Greek Students Associaton, over a black t-shirt with an electric-blue delta symbol on the chest. Tall black boots, black jeans. Circular shades.
    • Uniform: Elijah's appearance in battle looks no different from his casual outfit, since his identity has become a non-issue, but he discards the hoodie and jacket for better range of motion, revealing a set of fingerless gloves and elbow-pads.

ABILITIES

  • Powers: 
    • Nano-Active Cells: A system of nanites has rooted itself in Elijah's cells, turning him into an orgamechanical human. This makes him vulnerable to biological and mechanical means of attack: His body is still organic enough to receive injuries from biological weapons, an electromagnetic pulse can disable his nanites, and viruses of organic and digital nature kind wreak havoc on his body. On the upside, unless attacked on both fronts, his two halves can work in concert to deal with such issues.
      • Technopathy: While making contact with a machine, Elijah can connect with and control it mentally. This is limited to the actual functions of the machine, but these functions obey his commands as opposed to internal programming. He can also generate a blueprint of a machine while connected, and store it for later use.
      • Gene Decryption: Elijah's nanite system can break down, analyze, and comprehend the genetic makeup of any organism or DNA he makes contact with. Non-terrestrial and superhuman genes take longer to decrypt.
      • Shapeshifting: Elijah can freely manipulate his genetic makeup and cellular structure, rapidly changing his appearance at-will. This is limited to known genetic structures and blueprints, as well as the confines of his own visualization: It must be built from the ground up.
        • Orgamech Constructs: Elijah's nanite system can construct orgamechanical weapons and devices of a wide variety. Mostly, this is used to employ powers copied from the DNA of others, as lethal weaponry "wigs [him] out," and mimicking their powers outright is, "boring, and not as cool."
        • Inorganic Constructs: Elijah's nanite system can also fabricate inorganic materials using the lipids in his body. This is usually used to produce a synthetic fabric to make/repair his clothing with, and so his body does not have much in the way of body fat.
      • Electricity Empowerment: Elijah's nanite system is powered by his natural bioelectricity, which is higher than a normal human's, but relatively low as far as the nanites' full potential is concerned, which limits how much can be done at a time with his nanites. As a result, exposure to external electricity can give additional power to the nanites, allowing him to create more powerful and complex weapons. If charged by a strong enough force, he would enter an "Overdrive" state that would vastly enhance his powers, at the cost of extreme fatigue and the possibility of lasting damage to his organic half.

PERSONALITY

  • Elijah is a passionate, theatrical, and extroverted young man. Having taken an interest in theater long before his powers emerged, he's an excellent actor, and thanks to some improv workshops in his first year at university, he's developed exceptional skill in working on instinct, especially when the situation's gone to hell and someone has to take action fast. He tends to add a dramatic flair to his work, be it vigilante or otherwise, and is often seen as being a little over the top.
  • He's also, unfortunately, a compulsive liar who puts up a confident front out of habit.
  • Elijah is however, very passionate about his hero work, and lacking in sympathy for villains.
  • His enthusiasm goes beyond the suit: he has a great love of acting, cooking, fashion, and retro video games.
  • He's prone to hugging and touch-based affection. Very fond of physical contact and extremely extroverted.

HISTORY

  • Age 18 and prior: Elijah Diamond, born Ilia Diamantopoulou, hails from coastal Greece, to parents Athena and Adonis Diamantopoulou, only to move to Canada at age 5. Shortly after moving into an Ontario suburb, his younger brother Ezio was born, followed another four years later by twins Zoe and Ana. They lived normally, until shortly after Ilia's 19th birthday, August 1st.
  • Age 19: Having just graduated high school, Ilia was expecting a quiet life. Working at his parents bakery. Going to university part-time to study theatre. Helping his little siblings through high school, finding love, having children. This fantasy was shattered when his powers manifested. It wasn't too serious: a drunk driver jumped the curb, nearly hit him. His body reacted as quickly as his mind, and when he could see again, there was a twelve-foot sports car souvla where his arm should have been, complete with frat-boy tzatziki. Ilia panicked, left his family a brief goodbye, and fled the country. He crossed the border, hopping from state to state and a year later... he was still running.
  • Age 20: Ilia's next birthday was spent alone, under a tree in front of the Nashville Parthenon. He called home to tell them he was OK. He wouldn't be gone forever, but until he figured out what was wrong and how to fix it, he had to stay away. He was scared and alone without them, but he wouldn't let them know that. He wouldn't let them worry.
    • It was mid-winter in Miami when he first appeared on TV, throwing down during a major heist with a group of superpowered thieves. He didn't defeat them himself, but they were distracted long enough for actual heroes to arrive. Before anyone could question him, he fled again, this time to the west coast, and with a new identity, found a place for himself in California.
    • In Los Angeles, it was mostly two-bit supervillain turf war and the occasional smuggling of advanced tech, but our young hero had plenty to do. By day, he was a Hollywood director's bodyguard and assistant, but by night, Elijah Diamond was a local legend-- an urban myth by the moniker "Nano"-- who gang after gang after gang solemnly swore was real, and had broken up more than a few tech smuggling operations over the course of a year. In the age of the internet, it didn't take long for the name Nano to spread, and soon enough the Titans program found him. Initially Elijah was hesitant, but after some time to think, he came around.

SAMPLE

"I'm not saying this was a bad plan, re."

Elijah gave his fingernails a casual, but exaggerated once-over. "But I am kind of saying it was a bad plan, in that you didn't have a contingency for, you know, me."

Hopping down from his perch, he folded his jacket and hoodie over a roadblock. Lines of blue carved through his skin, cutting him apart and bolstering his chest, back, shoulders, and upper arms. Muscles unraveled and multiplied, forming whole new strands of sinew. From the elbows down, his forearms became armored bracers the size of small children, complete with hands with fingers as big as of running shoes. Pneumatics hissed as his fingers flexed, then curled into his palm and formed fists big enough to crush a human skull like an apple.

"Your choice malakes, we can do this the easy way--" As the nearest thug jumped him and Elijah threw a punch that hit like a car crash. He winced at the sound of bones cracking as the poor bastard's ribs connected with a carbon-steel fist the size of his head, flinching as he went tumbling across the pavement. A dozen sets of hands drew guns, knives, and assorted weaponry. Elijah broke into a smile, and his hair wash quickly replaced by a riot-cop helmet.

"They always pick the easy way..."

 

Edited by ChampionZero
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BASIC INFO

Name: Oliver Cao
Alias: Vivace
Age: 24
Gender: Male

APPEARANCE

Oliver presents himself well. He makes good use of his 186 cm height and slim physique.

Oliver is tall and lanky, especially for a person of Chinese descent, with a height of 186 cm (6'1") and a weight of 68 kg (150 lbs). His skin is lightly tanned and his hair evidently has had a healthy helping of product.

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POWERS

  • Superhuman Speed: Oliver's primary ability is to tap into the Speed Force. From his perspective, everything else is moving over 30 times slower while he is moving normally. Adverse effects of inertia, friction, air resistance, and other reaction forces are greatly reduced on him and anyone he lends his speed to, allowing him to safely handle people while moving at extreme speeds, but if he chooses, his mere touch can be incredibly destructive due to the sheer velocity of his movements and he has to take great care not to kill. Oliver's connection to the Speed Force is much weaker than other speedsters so he needs much to put in much more effort. His top speed is only around 300 m/s (under the speed of sound) and he tires incredibly quickly, capable of using the Speed Force for about 3 seconds before he is completely out of breath.
  • Enhanced Durability: The Speed Force does not completely counter the effects of moving and hitting things at extreme speeds, but becoming a speedster has granted Oliver the increased durability to able to withstand it without problems. This durability is present even when he is not tapping into the Speed Force, allowing him to take a good amount of punishment.
  • Accelerated Healing: His body naturally activates a bit of his speed to accelerate the regeneration of his cells even if he is unconscious.

PERSONALITY

  • Usually very relaxed and non-confrontational. Tends to smile a lot and back out of arguments.
  • Silently judges and disapproves of people.
  • Very efficient and organized, even carefully planning his down time to get the most relaxation in the shortest time.
  • Can be very passive aggressive when actually upset with someone. His chill persona is a veneer that once cracked can let loose a deluge.
  • Thinks he knows best and has a lot of confidence in his own judgement.
  • Believes in noblesse oblige.

HISTORY

  • Came from a lower middle class background. Father operated a Chinese restaurant. Mother not present (fate to be decided).
  • Excelled in academics and extracurriculars. Was valedictorian in high school.
  • Recently graduated from law school. However, he became a speedster before graduating and decided to change his path in life.

CHARACTER SKETCH

Oliver felt faint. His breath heaved to keep up with his desperate need for oxygen, but it was not enough. He fell against a nearby tree for support, and the bark caved in on impact, creating an indent on the trunk. The environmental damage did not even register as he fumbled desperately for his phone, taking it out of his pocket and hitting the stop on the timer.

Two seconds and thirty-six milliseconds. A new record, beating his old one by a whole seven milliseconds. A small smile started to creep onto his face. And then he threw up into the bush.

Oliver was still retching when he stumbled out of the trees to a park bench in the open. There, he plopped down, laid his head back, and stared emptily at the sky.

A balloon floated into his line of sight. He became aware of the sound of crying. He mustered what energy he could to shift his head a little. It was a boy, about seven. His mind was still a little hazy from exertion. A balloon was not that big of a deal, he thought, I really can't... However, then, he stood up. What was a second of effort from him for the happiness of that boy? Or for the opportunity to inspire the spirit of heroism into this child from a young age?

Milliseconds later, he had dashed to a tree, ran up it and used it to jump off. Only inches from reaching the string, the Speed Force abandoned him. The balloon ascended leisurely into the sky while Oliver descended not so leisurely back to the earth.

Edited by Aix

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Nice. I'll write an app when I can find some time to do it. Also, I'll reserve Causality Perception in an RDJ's Sherlock Holmes-like fashion.

 

 

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20 hours ago, ArgosPanoptes said:

Nice. I'll write an app when I can find some time to do it. Also, I'll reserve Causality Perception in an RDJ's Sherlock Holmes-like fashion.

 

Not sure what you mean by that, friend... care to explain?

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BASICS

  • Applicant: Mr. Hyde
  • Name: Hinata Date
  • Alias: Cherry Blade
  • Age: 51
  • Gender: Female
  • Species: Half-Oni (Ogre)

APPEARANCE 

ABILITIES

  • Powers:
    • (Heritage) - Being half-Oni, she has two times the physical strength to that of a normal human on top of her almost animalistic instincts and reflexes.  Using the two large horns that protrude from her forehead, she is also able to gather and focus her body's Mana to use for her own use.  If her horns take damage, it affects her ability to channel Mana efficiently.  Mana is finite, and must take time to replenish if used.  The process to replenish Mana usually takes days.
    • (Sword Diviner) - Hinata's Heritage has defined the way she is able to use and manipulate Mana.  Hinata's sword can be, with the direct contact of her own Mana, bent to her will.  This means that she is able to increase the length, width, sharpness, or durability of her sword by infusing her Mana through the weapon.  With enough Mana put into the blade of her weapon, she is able to shoot blades of pure Mana from the steel as a projectile, just as sharp as the sword itself.  It is pink in color, and the size of the projectile depends on the current length of the blade part of her sword.
    • (Demon's Rage) - Pushed beyond her limits of anger, Hinata can tap into her most primal being, almost becoming a full fledged Oni.  Her Mana pool explodes, as her horns seem to visibly drip with a pink Miasma.  Her strength, speed, and senses are nearly increased tenfold.  However, she loses her sense of being and relies only on her most basic instincts.  She tends to lose all sense of self-preservation in this state, and usually gets her into more trouble than anything.  
  • Equipment:
    • (Hanabira) - An Incredibly fine katana, made by Hinata's own hard work.  While making the sword, she infused it with her own Mana, literally making it an extension of herself.  The steel of the blade shines with a bright pink hue, as the hilt reflects her dress with a pristine white fabric tied it.  The sheath is also a shining white, splotched with red ink in the shape of a flower.    

PERSONALITY

Hinata is cold, crude, and extremely hard-headed.  Being an adolescent Oni, she is often childlike in her mannerisms.  She usually talks in a monotone voice, with no grace in her vocabulary whatsoever.  Making friends in the wilds of Japan was a pretty rough task, so Hinata's people skills are extremely lacking.  However, hearing her father talk about how friends are the greatest people you'll ever have in your life entices her to attempt to make them, even if her personality is extremely off-putting.  She often makes fun of, and belittles people, unintentionally, as if it comes to her naturally.  Her demeanor in battle changes very little, often focusing insults and attention towards a foe.   

HISTORY

Spoiler

On a warm day in May, the sakura petals danced in the breeze, as a strange couple huddled around their newborn baby.  They smiled, as she was a completely healthy child, with small horns extending from her brow.  It was a day they would look fondly of, as they named her Hinata.  Growing up as a half-Oni was a handful.  She would often go out into the wilds and get lost, throw tantrums at dinner, and even picked up a gross cursing habit from her mother at a young age.  Hinata's father, seeing that she needed guidance, picked up his sword that he had promised to someone long ago.  He taught her the ways of Bushido, and better ways to tame her anger.  Hinata wasn't really all to keen on the idea, but was assured by her mother that it would make her stronger!  With a sword, she could stay in the wilds for as long as she wanted.  However, she was never to venture too far, or else she would reach nearby towns full of evil creatures.  The deal was struck, and she took up the sword, using a wooden one until her father deemed her worthy enough to wield a true steel blade.  

When she turned eighteen, her father took her out to mine her own minerals.  These would be the ingredients to smelting her own sword.  Days went by, as Hinata was instructed by her father that a sword made by it's master would be bested by none.  Using what her mother had taught her in regards to her birthright in Mana, she infused the steel with her own essence during the smelting process.  When the sword was finally forged to completion, it's blade radiated with an alluring pink tone, one her father was very impressed with.  It was definitely a sword fit for his little demon.    

On one afternoon, Hinata, assured of her skills, ventured deep into the forests to procure an animal for the next night's dinner.  There, she encountered a human boy doing the same.  A little off put by her horns, the boy and her talked for hours.  After much discussion, he lead her to his small town.  There, the residents recoiled in shock.  Never in a million years did they think an Oni could actually exist.  They shouted, and hollered for her to leave immediately.  Hinata didn't understand, but she complied all the same, turning a heel and running back home as fast as she could.  She didn't know why, but she was crying.  

Later that night, she could hear the sound of pottery and wood crashing all around her.  She ran into her parents room to find her mother's lifeless body against the wall.  Her father, blood seeping from multiple wounds, was defending himself from a masked samurai, wielding an eerie sword.  Her father demanded that she flee at once, but Hinata couldn't hear his pleas.  Rather, she fell into a steep rage.  Waking up when the sun met her eyes, she picked herself off the grass.  She looked where her house once stood, now a destroyed heap of rubble.  She thought for a second it might have just been a dream, but digging through the debris, she knew it wasn't.  After some digging, she found both her mother and father, lying together.  Her father smiling, while holding onto her mother's hand.  With the assailant not to be found, Hinata buried both of her parents atop a hill, next a cherry blossom tree.  With sword in hand, she walked the land of the rising sun aimlessly.  While wandering, the code of Bushido her father had taught her so long ago rang in her mind.  The first virtue resonated the most, the virtue of Justice.  That masked man had slaughtered her family in cold blood, and they deserved justice!    

 

SAMPLE

Spoiler

It was a beautiful day in summer, as she kid hear the children of the town laughing and playing on a nearby playground.  She wore her mask while in public, as to seem like a strange person with a possible skin condition, and not necessarily a monster from historic folklore.  She walked down the street of the market place, often receiving unusual stares from people.  As soon as they noticed the katana, however, they turned away.

"Probably a fake,"  or, "These weeabos get stranger by the day," She'd hear them say to themselves.  It was fine by her, because she knew it wasn't.  She had only stopped by to pick up the ingredients for the road.  That didn't stop her for idolizing the lively atmosphere of the whole place though.  Suddenly, she could hear yelling from one of the stands, as some hooded figure ran off with a load in his arms.  

"Someone stop him!"  A woman cried out, but none gave chase.  The crowd paused momentarily, only to carry on with their shopping.  Hinata too, walked past the lady.  "That was all the food we could afford..."  She heard the woman whimper, defeated.  Hinata sighed.  It wasn't like a Samurai to see a crime, and let the perpetrator walk away unpunished.

"I'll punish him."  She whispered in earshot of the woman.  She started off slowly, doing what she saw the average girl do when they ran, almost clumsily even, until she was out of sight.  She then took off like a bullet, smelling the scent of the thief as she twisted her way down alleyway after alleyway.  She soon found herself among a den of homeless people, the man from before giving food to the others.  They all looked towards the entrance, to the masked girl who had so rudely kicked down the door.  They started shouting at her.  Always with the shouting.  It was all coming in too fast, and too incoherent.  There Japanese was awful, and they probably weren't as educated, but a crime was a crime, and she was a Samurai.  Picking up what they had, they all decided to jump the girl who had yet to respond.  "You all deserve death..."  She said coldly, drawing her blade in a pink flash.  In one stroke, they had all lost consciousness, but their skin or clothes weren't torn in the slightest.  "But who am I to judge humans..."  She said, placing her sword back in it's sheath.  She had manipulated her sword to be as dull as possible, only dealing blunt force to the people who attacked her.  She gathered the stolen food, and returned to the woman with haste.  The woman had thanked her in earnest, asking if there was anything she might be able to do for her.  Hinata's stomach growled, as she cut straight to the chase. 

"May I join you for dinner?"   

 

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Gonna be dropping out cause I don't feel the slightest bit prepared or committed. Gonna be keeping an eye on this, though.

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      “-- is going to be pushing us for some kind of temporary truce until they can get their act together, and we don’t have any reason not to accept.”
      “But we also have reason to believe the Gibbons aren’t going to take the deal,” Lachesis said. “There are a couple of reasons for that. The first is that, like, it’s Gibbons. There’s no way Caesar” -- she pronounced it “ˈsi zər” -- “is going to let a land grab opportunity slip through his fingers, no matter how bad of an opportunity it is.”
      “That’s what happens when most of your territory is crap,” Atropos said. Swish. Clack. “Even when you have the most of any gang in all of Skitty.”
      “So it’s in character for him,” Clotho said. “But perhaps more damningly, he laid out his plans this morning while Worm still had one of his walls bugged, and later we hear some Gibbons capes are on the way to our territory. So we just- we know it’s going to happen. ”
      “Sorry to bury the lede like that.”
      “Our people cleaning up Nola Street already know this,” Clotho said. “There are some pretty hefty capes helping out there, both ours and otherwise, and DEUS is still in the area for at least a little bit longer.”
      “We’ll fight too if we goddamn have to.” The swish-clack of Atropos’ knife was especially forceful that time.
      “The point is, there’s a little time before anything goes down. There are still a few preparations to make, though. More thorough battle plans, making sure complementary powers are together, that sort of thing. Your job this morning is to keep Caesar distracted, and the way we’d like you to do it is to wreck some of his shit first.”
      “The target is a warehouse eleven point five nine kilometers that way.” Lachesis pointed in a direction she knew to be Northeast. This was her showing off her Thinker power and she relished the opportunity. “Pretty close to The Shimmer without getting up and personal with it, about as far as possible away from what’s going to be happening here.”
      “We think it’s a lab for a Tinker on Caesar’s payroll, which means it’ll have a skeleton crew of just that one Tinker and an assistant or two.”
      “The point is to get them calling for help. We’re not killing them or anything. Just roughing them up a bit to get Caesar’s attention, you know?” Clotho winked. “Of course, if they do go running to the hills leaving a trove of Tinker tech behind, you might as well take any of the interesting shit, right?”
      “At the same time,” Lachesis was quick to add, “if help does show up, that’s your cue to get out of there. Remember The Stanley Principle. You’re not invincible no matter how far ahead you might seem.”
      The Fates finally went silent as the invocation of that nearly-sacred rule brought a little extra weight to the proceedings. Both Clotho and Atropos shifted uncomfortably where they stood, and Lachesis had to stop lounging and actually sit in her chair. “Oh, that was a lot, wasn’t it?” Clotho eventually said. “Sorry about that.”
      “Anyway, the actual meat and potatoes planning of this mission, that’s up to you,” Atropos said.
      “We’ve given you the place and the goal, kinda want to just see what you come up with,” Lachesis said. “Call it a test, you know? Show us what you can do.”
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      They came to you in a dream.
      “Go!” they ordered. “Board the Swallow Tail
      And fly west.”
      Decided to host something of my own. I’ve been on this site long enough that it was bound to happen eventually. This is a fantasy journey RP with a hint of mystery to it. Part of a watchdog's duty, after all, is getting to the root of an area’s problem and flushing it out, and that requires some investigation. Or you could just call upon your patron to smite the place. After all, there can’t be a problem with the town if there’s no town to begin with.
      I was thinkinking three to five players, though I suppose that depends on the level of interest. Feel free to ask me any other questions you might have, and I hope you enjoy!
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