Metrocity, a large bustling beacon of humanity. With science far beyond what it should have, mutants, gods, and monsters.... well, it is all a bit overwhelming for the local PD to handle. Purse snatcher? Sure. Interdimensional rape monster bent on making a harem? Well, that might be just a bit out of their range of expertise. How does the world keep spinning? Well, fortunately, we have heroes and heroines, dressing up in odd outfits, and illegally fighting crime. Should we question this? Absolutely. But we don't. Because in those odd outfits, we see massive bulges, cleavage, and tight asses that are on perfect display. Sure we're thankful for them saving the day, but the average person surely is more focused on bouncing breasts than a ball of fire the heroine is chucking at the eldritch horror. ******************************* So, this is admittedly a tongue in cheek spoof of typical super hero troupes. I'm looking for a small group of heroes who must band together to take out the bad guys, and probably slut it up a bit more than they should for super heroes. So, how does this work? Simple. I DM, you react. No stats, no fuss, no muss. What do you play? Whatever you want. Probably not a reality warper though. Want to be a mutant? Cool. God? Sure, why not. A 100 foot giant space monster? Well, if you think you can make it work. This goes into the genre of One Punch Man. Sure there is threats, but ultimately even should you fail, odds are some OP plot device character will step in and take care of business. In the mean time, whatever sticky, lewd messes our characters get themselves in are on full display to the public. After all, I imagine at heart all heroes are secretly exhibitionists.
Well, I have a superhero here that I'm interested in using in an RPG of some sort and I don't think @Nemo of Utopia is interested in picking that game up right now. Otherwise, he would have already. Obviously, she has stats, because that's how that particular PbP was going to go, but they can be omitted and she can probably be made to be a little more powerful considering she was made with progression in mind. Wouldn't a deity be a reality warper though?
Gods are odd, in the sense that they can manipulate reality, but only in their domain. Think Thor, can summon lightning out of nothing, but couldn't, say, summon boulders. That's perfectly fine for a character. As I stated, a bit more tongue in cheek in terms of power and the like
Well for me it's this one. Name: Zachary "Zack" Zorinson (aka Thunderstrike) Gender: Male Age: 26 Race: Mutant (Homo sapien superior) Appearance: Zack has short blond hair that is styled fashionably, bright blue eyes, and a light stubble beard. Physically fit with slender muscle and tall frame, at 6'1 and 182 lbs Zack is considered handsome by conventional standards. In combat Zack wears a protective battle-suit. The under-armor is a lightweight, fully flexible, and comfortable material which allows for full range of motion. Fitting over the under-suit are hard plates that offer superior protection to less mobile areas such as the chest, shoulders, arms, and legs. The joints are covered by a less rigid (and less protective) material. The palms of his gloves have been removed as have the fingertips from the second knuckle to allow for him to use his powers. (General thoughts should lean towards MASS EFFECT style armor, but I couldn't find an image I found suitable.) Orientation: Heterosexual Notes: Zack has been in the superhero game since he was a teenager, having worked as a sidekick to, and later partner of, one of the more well known superheroes. As such he's met many of 'The Greats' and has even worked with some. After being in the superhero game for a decade, Zack has learned to watch and analyse everything. Although physically fit, Zack is no stronger, faster, or tougher than any normal human. Having been in the business for a while, Zack has seen and lived through things that no one should. The experiences he's had have shaken him to a point and have caused him to become somewhat aloof. Now considered 'the strong, silent type' Zack isn't overtly friendly; and while he certainly has the experience and intellect to lead, his rather distant personality makes it difficult for people to get to know him and thus trust him. Constant analysis of the battlefield has made Zack pick and choose his shots. He might not be the strongest, fastest, or smartest guy in the fight, but it's a safe bet to say he's the most deadly. Zack could be a lover, but having split his teenage years and his twenties between school, work, and well other work has left little time for a social life. He's had a couple of girlfriends in the past and while he's no virgin, it's safer to say he's not as well experienced with the fairer sex as he'd like to be. Powers: Zack's body absorbs ambient energy and stores it. He may then release that energy in powerful blasts that can be emitted from any point on his body (usually his hands); the blasts themselves resemble bolts of lightning which led to his code name: Thunderstrike. The exact limits of his powers remain unknown, but he's mastered a discharge from his hands which can travel quite some distance. As such ranged combat really is his 'bread and butter' when it comes to his superhero life. Although not defenseless in melee combat, if the enemy ever gets that close it means something has gone horribly, horribly wrong.
There wasn't enough interest, should that change, I would still be amenable. However, there's more than enough room for two such games here, just as both DC and Marvel survive quite handily in not only comics but films as well... Therefore here's my character idea: --- The Red Knight: Why earth? For such a backwater, it gets lots and lots of survivors from doomed alien species, you know? Most of these lost scions, they end up crashing into a cornfield in Kansas, or peaceful pacific island. They are raised by deeply moral people in the bucolic agrarian area where is no crime and no violence. They also usually develop superpowers during teen years, flight, invulnerability, heat rays... I, Zergadume, last son of the Imperial House Barad-Dur of the Killa Star Empire... You're laughing at me, are you? Just because those words happen to mean something in one of this planets glut of languages does not mean they mean the SAME thing in that of an interstellar empire which had endured for over ten thousand of our years before my birth family placed me into temporal stasis and sent me to this pestiferous wilderness to live among you bushwa capitalist dogs! Do I sound bitter? Da, I am bitter. As bitter as strongest Turkish coffee! "Why?" They ask? I'll TELL you WHY! Superman and all the rest get these perfect 'raised on a farm' childhoods: AND as a bonus some sort of weird A.I. recording of their birth parents into the bargain! "What do I get?" I give you a clue: my "tenth birthday" occurred on the 31st of May, 1991... Do you need another? I first grew up on a little farm about 50k north of this city you have probably forgotten about called Sarajevo. That is right: my tenth birthday present was the beginning of the collapse of my adoptive home country, the fall of Yugoslavia... I spent from my tenth birthday till my twenty-first constantly afraid: afraid I would be next, afraid of the footsteps on the stairs in whatever safehouse I had managed to find, afraid of being shot for bowing to the 'wrong' tribal god image: or none at all... Oh, I have not mentioned that, have I? During what little childhood I had, my parents were secret Moslems in a country where the state religion was atheism. By the time they died, they both had denounced Allah as an inhumane monster: after all, how could an omnipotent god be anything else if he allowed what happened to us to happen to anyone? When I was called to identify their bodies: so did I. But enough about my troubled past, you do not want to know all that: and to be honest, I do not want to tell you! I see it all quite enough in my nightmares... What you WANT to know is about my powers... I have none. Surprise! Even though I am the heir to an alien empire I get nothing in terms of extraordinary abilities. I know! Hard to believe, is it not! I can not do anything a perfectly ordinary human could not do if they genuinely applied themselves! But you DON'T. I spent 11 years alternately running and hiding or fighting to save the people I cared about and it CHANGED me. Most people they live in a soft comfy house, with soft comfy neighbors, eating soft comfy food, and sleeping in a soft comfy bed... I had to run and hide for years trying to keep my family alive, and this, it burned away the "soft comfy" part of me. I think I was 13 the first time I killed someone. I can't even remember his face, but I remember the sound the blood made as it sprayed from the slash I had put across his throat: like a garden hose going bad crossed with a hideous crimson rain. My parents never knew: I didn't tell them why I was late and they did not ask why I was wearing different clothes or where I found the soap and food... Actually, they probably guessed, but it was not spoken of... By the standards of you Americans I am a mass murderer: a 'serial killer' you call them, but it is not the same. If you were a Bosniak back then, all the men with guns that were not part of your family were probably enemies, and at BEST indifferent to you, at least for the first six or seven years. Most people think the war in Bosnia and Herzegovina, it ends in 1995, eh? Not so. Feuding over what happened during the war, it continues, even today. You do not murder over 100,000 people and just return to peace like nothing has happened. Mostly, these days, the police, they deal with problems. If man hunts down the man who raped his daughter during the war and kills him, the police, they arrest him, and he is executed: clean, efficient... But, again, this, you do not want to talk about. I am the normal man in most respects, so the doctors tell me, I'm even able to have children with a human woman. But, I am also inventor: I miss much schooling during the war, but I was always hungry for Knowledge, even when it had been weeks since I'd had a good meal. So, I rescue textbooks from old schools whenever I could, and I read A LOT. When war in Bosnia, it is mostly over, I am now 15, my parents, they die in genocide at Srebrenica, so, I leave my brothers and sisters, (Yes, I am adopted. Yes, they are my brothers and sisters... No, if you cannot understand already, I cannot explain.) With my older cousin and his wife in the village where they are rebuilding and sneak away to become mercenary! Is dark time in my country, and no, I don't mean Bosnia and Herzegovina. I am, I think, the last citizen of Yugoslavia! My adoption papers, they say Југославија, my travel pass, it too says Југославија, my passport, ALSO marked Југославија! I am a citizen of a country that no longer exists, but, just because my country is gone, does not mean I abandon my country! So, work as a mercenary for several years. Already at 15, I have a thick beard and hairy chest, no one questions my age. I become very good at what I do, earn a lot of money, all in gold and silver. Most, I send home, to keep my brothers and sisters in school, keep rebuilding of the village on track, about 33%, this I keep. In 2001, the fighting in my country it comes to an end, at least, officially. Is no more work for legitimate mercenary... So, I leave my country, lost Yugoslavia, and go elsewhere. For a while, I wander around the rest of the old CCCP, play tourists, but with a secret mission in mind. Not long after my parents died, my older brother, he tells me that they left a letter with him: and made him swear on the Quran that he would never open or read it unless he gave it to me first and I signal it was Okay... In this note, they tell me that, though I look like a human, and am very similar genetically, I am from space! They give me a list of names, members of old CCCP government that knew and might know what was done with my ship! These the men that might have a link to my past, I track down one by one, befriend them, and, after a month or two, ask them to tell me what they know... I know what you are thinking, but no, I do not kill anyone! One man, he is very old, has a heart attack when he learns I'm still alive. Another, he inhales some of the borscht we are sharing in surprise, dies of infection in the hospital a week later. The third man, he thinks Putin sent me, runs out in traffic, and: you can guess. But: the list my parents gave me, it has twenty names! Many are old now, but three dead out of twenty is not killing spree: and the list, it only gets longer as some people I talk to give MORE names to look into, occasionally, even address and phone number! After four years, I end up on a chartered ship headed to Antarctica. Was secret CCCP research lab there, this is the last place anyone knows of my ship having been kept. Deep under ice, buried in the rock, I find this secret lab. After getting inside, I discover that "yes!" The ship is there! Or at least, what is LEFT of it... The CCCP, they perform every test they can without taking it apart, but, eventually, they start to disassemble, and even destroy parts hoping to learn more... Fortunately, the scientists, they are still there! The whole facility is designed to be able to survive in isolation for up to 100 years, and so, when they heard that there had been a capitalist revolution in CCCP, they lockdown all communications and fake a geothermal explosion to throw rest of world off the scent! This is how I learn my true name, which I use for superhero-ing because my old name would lead back to the family, and that is not so good. I stay with this last CCCP outpost for seven years and with my strong mind, and their help filling in spotty parts of my education, we make great discoveries! I invent weapons based on my birth culture's technology, which I sell to various governments, ones that have no love for unbridled capitalism, or, ideally even are communist! (China is my best customer! Somehow, they figure out a balance that CCCP never quite managed between the communist ideal and the capitalist world. I wish I could understand it as well, but, unfortunately, I can not read Chinese...) I become embarrassingly rich, I even buy my own country, or, well, sort of manufacture...? The rising oceans, they make many islands go underwater, yes? BUT, they are not FAR under water, you see? So, I put platforms on them like you use to drill for oil, but instead, they have apartment buildings, factories, schools, laboratories, and so on, all with gardens on the roof, solar panels on the outside, and kelp farms below! Of course, since I own the platforms: I decide who can live and work there, and I give jobs and housing to other people who still believe in communism... But, the monsters, they come calling, so, the country needs super-hero. Thus, I become "The Red Knight"! My suit, it is made with technology I study from my spaceship: anti-gravity servos, force fields, impeller jet boots, zero-point energy projectors, inertial dampers, plus a few other useful tricks... And for the times I cannot be home, there is the Iron Legion: autonomous sapient robots with most of the same powers: and unlike you fools in America, we know that such things MUST be programmed with the Four Laws of Robotics! (Because even I could go mad...) --- Wow, I don't know what happened there, I just started writing and couldn't stop until it was done...
I just mean the plot is going to probably be more joke like. Like, the first quest might be to rescue a kitten in a tree and the like
