Kings of the World - HeroNES

Luckymoose

The World is Mine
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Setting:

The year is 2011, updates consist of 1 month of activity beginning in March.

The political scene is fairly similar, only with the inclusion of a long history of both good and evil super-humans roaming the world. Masked vigilantes are not uncommon, and super powers are neither out of the question or even questioned period. There have been a large amount of super-humans in the past century and many are well known, some of which continue to fight or create crime. You however will start off a relatively unknown figure, whether you've been around a long time or not you simply haven't been noticed on a massive scale. You are not Superman, the media doesn't love you, yet.

American Cities of the Major Variety:

Metropolis – New York City
Terminus – Atlanta
Los Santos – L.A
Central City- Chicago

As you can see the major cities in America are renamed to allow some freedom in their designs and contents. Other nations are left alone. USA #1


Rules:

This is a story NES, not unlike GalaxyNES or MutantNES, and has no order system other than your creative story posting. Please refrain from god-modding yourself and killing other characters or mass destruction of the planet without consent from me or said players. Work with your fellow player, the story is there for your collective input. During updates I will be posting a general sum of the stories posted and adding my own additions to them as a way to further your story. You are not limited to being a mutant or a genetic program, or even human, but please be creative and don't plagiarize outright.

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NPC/ “Luckymoose”
Nationality/Allegiance: Irish-American/None
Powers: None, but trained in hand to hand combat and in amazing physical shape. Otherwise a mortal human.
Description: Born a poor son of a Catholic Irish family in Metropolis, he was raised in a terrible neighborhood with gang violence and witnessed the death of his father to drugs and alcohol addiction at a young age. His mother later died of ovarian cancer in his teens and the church took him in, his priest becoming a father figure. In his sorrow he became an alcoholic like his father before him, and got in with gangs on the streets of the hood, all along fighting with his adoptive priest-father. Finally at the age of sixteen his gang was to rob a liquor store, and donned masks in the plan, no one was supposed to get caught but a cocky youth in the gang stab the Pakistani store owner. In a scuffle between 'Luckymoose' and his gang friends over the murder, he was stabbed as well and had to drag himself back to the steps of his church. Declaring that day he would don the mask and get revenge in the name of God and the American dream his family died believing in. After his confession to his priest he set out onto the streets to fight crime at night, and over the next twenty years he gained notoriety. The masked Irishman, Luckymoose, patrols the streets in the name of good and order, but the liquor is his vice and his sacrifice is his only way to redeem himself in his eyes. Donning brown leather mask that covers his upper face, with eye slits and his hair; along with thick leather vest and paints to protect against stab wounds and if luck bullets. He is growing older, his scruffy beard is showing the faintest hint of a tiring hero, but he goes on into the night.
Companions: Rachel ??? "Firebird" (Pyrokinetic/Age: 11)

Name/Alias:
Nationality/Allegiance: (nation you're from and claim, but not necessarily aligned with/who you align yourself with, if anyone)
Powers: (your powers, please stick to something feasible and if you want to be a superman, include kryptonite)
Description: (includes origin, appearances and anything else you want to throw in)
 
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Name/Alias:Unknown/Gunslinger
Nationality/Allegiance: American
Powers:No true super powers, extremely skilled with dual single action revolvers.
Description:Maybe he's been around since the 1800s or, more realistically, maybe he just watched too many Clint Eastwood movies when he was younger. Regardless, the man calling himself "Gunslinger" has no past that he speaks of. He just showed up in Los Santos one day on a Harley and began hunting down criminals, introducing them to justice at the cold end of two .45s.

Name/Alias: Tsuji Hata/ The Rising Sun
Nationality/Allegiance: Japanese. Swears loyalty to the Emperor and the Japanese Imperial Army (if they recieve his loyalty is another question)
Powers: Seemingly unkillable, or perhaps just capable of taking massive amounts of damage. His strength can reach above normal, or drop alarmingly low depending on his morale.
Spoiler :
Description: Tsuji Hata was a Japanese soldier stationed in Rabaul during WW2. After hearing the news of Admiral Yamamoto's death at the hands of American airplanes, Tsuji swore to see the Americans brought to their knees and pledged to fight for the rest of his life to see this accomplished. However, with the Allied bypass of Rabaul it seemed as though his thirst for blood would go unquenched. His garrison surrendered to the Allies at the end of the war, but he managed to convince a few of his men that it was a ruse, and that they should continue fighting. After a few weeks of nightly raids on the inhabitants of Rabaul, American and Australian troops chased Tsuji's men into their tunnel system. Unable to get them out without risking significant casualties, the local troops caved in the tunnels with explosives, killing all inside.

Except, of course, Tsuji. While most of his body was crushed underneath the dirt and stone, his brain remembered the oath he'd taken, and his mouth chanted praises of his country and the Emperor. For many long years his pride and anger kept him alive. Hunger and thirst were forgotten after the first ten years. Feeling after 20. But the chants, prayers, and hymns never stopped. Finally, in 1994 a couple volcanoes near Rabaul erupted, and the weight the held him over all these years shifted, and finally fell away. Free from his immobile state, Tsuji began to dig his way out of the tunnels. It would take him another 10 years to get out.

After his escape Tsuji began resume his raids. Rumors told of a half-rotten man roaming the island, wearing an archaic uniform and wielding a rusty sword. Tsuji himself was shocked after one of his raids when he noticed numerous bullet holes in his legs and chest. It appeared that man nor nature could stop his righteous cause. And this was made all the more clear when Tsuji managed to stow away on a cargoship bound for America, in 2011. Arriving in Los Santos, it was time for him to take the fight to the enemy.


Name/Alias: Damon Halpern/The Bent Man
Nationality/Allegiance:America/Ruination
Powers:Is a writhing hole of unreality. Has chaotic power over things he touches, can cause insanity through physical appearance.
Description: description

Name/Alias: Richard Frost/ Magni the Magnificent
Nationality/Allegiance:American/ no allegiance, really
Powers:Magni wields a magic wand that alters reality in numerous ways, generally in an illusionary affect, but a skilled practitioner would theoretically be capable of many amazing feats.
Description:Richard is of medium height and build, with poorly maintained goatee of mottled hair (He thinks it looks dignified) and no hair anywhere else on his lumpy skull. A boring childhood and a boring adolescence allowed his genetic penchant for grabbing things that don't belong to him flourish, and his petty theft led him landed him a tool of unimaginable power. His game stepped up from robbing the elderly at knife-point to robbing the freshly retired at his shows as "Magni the Magnificent." His costume is a black suit and black hat, and his drinking suit is the same, and his pajamas are the same. He is generally filthy, but learned that his wand can remove stains, so he just looks dusty and shabby. He's not stained, though.

Name: Issac Mercer/Serial Killer X
Nationality: American. Allegience to Nobody.
Powers: Deadly Gaze: Anyone who gets caught in his line of sight (eye contact is unnecessary) will experience intense pain and breathlessness before disintegrating. Disintegration, depending on the mental fortitude and the size of the target, can take anywhere between 3 seconds to 5 minutes. It is extremely tiring to use, and his eyes will begin to flash red before the effect occurs. It can also be used to disintegrate obstacles, although this takes much more focus. He also has Basic handgun training and close quarters combat experience due to police experience.

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Detail: When he was little, his father beat him for not buying the beer as he told him too. So he just glared at him until he began to scream. Oh, it was so beautiful. His hair turned white, before it smoked and turned to dust. His clothes burst into bright blue flames. His skin began to actually melt... and the bones underneath blackend and crumbled to dust. And then the house caught fire due to all the heat. The orange glow in the night was beautiful too. Gas leak, the police officially called it.

And he grew up to become a police. Oh he convinced himself that it was to prevent other sickos like his dad abusing their little children, but it just wasn't satisfying enough! So he quit the force...and began to hunt. It has to be beautiful! That means that a sicko must die. But how to determine those sickos?

So he began to kill little children. He left them an orchid flower. Sorry, little guys! And based on the reaction of the parents... he would know whether they truly deserved to die.

As it happened, the parent of the first child he killed was so drunk that he didn't even realize that his child was dead, lying sprawled on the kitchen counter with a slashed throat. When the guy burned, all the alcohol in his body made a beautiful, beautiful white explosion.


Name/Alias: Peter Janikowski/Iron Guard
Nationality/Allegiance: Polish/The United States of America
Powers: Has the use of his mechanical armor, armor's weapons, Can repair and 'control' technology with ease. Poor agility due to his size and weight. High resistance to pain. However, very weak to fire and water. Lacks several limbs. Tied to the suit. See below for details.
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Description: Born in 1987. As the Soviet Union collapsed, Peter's family knew that Poland would not be stable. Peter's father, a smuggler who brought in goods from the West, first went to Yugoslavia, and eventually brought his family into Austria in 1991. The family proceeded to move into Italy in the Rome area. However, jobs were not plentiful, and the family decided to follow many and move to the United States, where the family had a few relatives. They eventually made it to Central City in 1995. Peter enrolled in a Catholic school, where he excelled at math, science, and received a partial scholarship to MIT where he focused on computers. His graduation was celebrated by his family but it was shortly followed by tragedy, with the murder of Peter's father. To pay for Peter's education, his father had procured the help of a loan shark through the mafia organizations of Central City. He set out to bring the mafia down with the Central City Police, but it was to no use, and he failed to find any of his fathers' killers. In severe depression, his mother committed suicide, and to drive away the thoughts of the misery that surrounded him, Peter turned to drinking. However, in 2008, he was in a major automobile accident. Driving under the influence, he crashed and was paralyzed from the waste down, losing his left arm, and his body was covered with scars and burns. Desperately clinging to life, he turned to a gift that was inside him, and was able to sustain his life for a bit longer using parts of the automobile to reconstruct parts of his body. While in the hospital, he met Dr. Sophia Wagner, who took a special interest in him due to his reconstruction of his body, and wondered what he could do with more aid. With Sophia's help, he procured the aid of the U.S. Government and was able to construct a much more advanced suit of armor for him to use, integrating his remaining body with the suit. In exchange, he is to serve the United States of America. Now, he is the Iron Guard, and is prepared to do whatever it takes to preserve not only his nation, but to find the men who killed his father and bring them to justice.


Calatin Pruitt Lefèvre/Chaine
Nationality: Canadian/Unaligned.
Powers: Spectral Control; the ability to turn into an ethereal shade and assume control over another living entity. Chaine does this by gaining eye contact with the victim, and then transferring his essence into the victim. While in possession, the victim has no control over their body, though they are aware of what is happening. When he vacates a body, it renders the victim unconscious for a short period of time, and no memory of the possession.
Description: Born onto the cold streets of Québec some sixteen years in the past, Chaine is an extraordinary young man with excelling beauty. Seemingly fragile, far too thin to be of actual good health, he stands at a mere 5’6. The youth is in possession of the palest blond hair known to man, long and usually hanging below his shoulders, coupled with soft, sky-blue eyes. Little is known about his past, as the boy rarely speaks; though when his voice is uttered, it is colder than a winter in Quebec.

Name/Alias: Hephaestus
Nationality/Allegiance: Unknown, presumed to be European. He has no allegiance to anyone (that we know of).
Powers: Hephaestus wears a full body suit made of a super-heat-absorbant metal. He can extend blades and metal cord-like whips out of the arms, superheated enough to glow brightly, cauterize flesh, and slice through steel like a knife. In a pinch, he also likes to fire napalm at his opponents. Naturally, he has a weakness around water.
Description: Hepheastus' suit is metallic yet flexible. His suit has a gray and dark crimson color scheme, with a face mask and helmet. His eyes are hidden behind blood red lenses. Otherwise, his height and weight are unremarkable.

Name/Alter Ego: Athena/"Athena Lekapena"
Nationality/Allegiance: "Greek-American" (Olympian)/Unclear
Powers: Immortality, super strength, mastery of strategy, wisdom, transfiguration, ability to fly. Some of these are nullified by certain magics.
Description: The ancient Greek goddess of wisdom, etc., daughter of Zeus, living as a human in Central City. Has begun to solidify a platonic friendship with one Lt. Mark Olson of the CCPD, around whom threads of quantum probability apparently suggest Interesting Things will happen. Is allegedly more interested in messing around than in any grander plan. Whereabouts and circumstances of other Olympian gods unknown.

Name/Alias: Adam Cross/Omega Point
Nationality/Allegiance: American/Good
Powers: Super strength, super speed and super stamina but only when in serious danger, accelerated healing ability. When in a good mood has an aura of confidence and virtue that borders on being supernatural.
Description: A once very sad and broken man who now feels he has a purpose.


Name/Alias: Eric Rossiter alias John Bruno alias Hans Schiller alias Gregor Subarov
Age: 79
Nationality/Allegiance: American/Unaligned, currently "retired"
Powers: Rossiter doesn't have any easily identifiable powers, and if you asked him, he would fully deny it himself, however as a result of Project EAGLE he does possess abnormal abilities - he can take more of a beating than your average human, he can run faster, jump higher, and react faster than anyone in the world. Additionally he's more aware than the average human, and thinks much faster than the average human. While he is not invincible, given time, he can recover from even the most deadly of injuries. He also ages slower; he is currently in the physical shape of a man in his mid to late 20s, despite being chronologically 79 years old. He is, in every regard, a Superhuman.
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Name/Alias: The Extremely Dapper Gentleman/Dapper Gentleman
Nationality/Allegiance: British. Holds allegiance only to style and grace.
Powers: The Extremely Dapper Gentleman is an extremely stylish fellow. He wanders the lands, stealing away the hearts of beautiful women, and inspiring young men to be half the dapper fellow that he is. May also be a time-traveler; no one's really certain.
Description: The Extremely Dapper Gentleman's height is neither tall nor short. From whence he came, no one knows. He is, however, extremely dapper. He is renowned throughout the world, among the circles who are aware of him. What he does, other than being dapper, isn't exactly clear. Those who know of his exploits, however, don't exactly care. That he is dapper, and most extremely so, is enough to know about the man. His monocled gaze is at the same moment terrifying, inspiring, heartwarming and glorious.
 
Okay, I'll bite.

Name/Alias: Unknown/Gunslinger
Nationality/Allegiance: American
Powers: No true super powers, extremely skilled with dual single action revolvers.
Description: Maybe he's been around since the 1800s or, more realistically, maybe he just watched too many Clint Eastwood movies when he was younger. Regardless, the man calling himself "Gunslinger" has no past that he speaks of. He just showed up in Los Santos one day on a Harley and began hunting down criminals, introducing them to justice at the cold end of two .45s.
 
That's fine. With update 1 will come more conflict. For now you guys have the chance for introduction epic stories. Shadowbound cries about it.
 
Name/Alias: Tsuji Hata/ The Rising Sun
Nationality/Allegiance: Japanese. Swears loyalty to the Emperor and the Japanese Imperial Army (if they recieve his loyalty is another question)
Powers: Seemingly unkillable, or perhaps just capable of taking massive amounts of damage. His strength can reach above normal, or drop alarmingly low depending on his morale.
Description: Tsuji Hata was a Japanese soldier stationed in Rabaul during WW2. After hearing the news of Admiral Yamamoto's death at the hands of American airplanes, Tsuji swore to see the Americans brought to their knees and pledged to fight for the rest of his life to see this accomplished. However, with the Allied bypass of Rabaul it seemed as though his thirst for blood would go unquenched. His garrison surrendered to the Allies at the end of the war, but he managed to convince a few of his men that it was a ruse, and that they should continue fighting. After a few weeks of nightly raids on the inhabitants of Rabaul, American and Australian troops chased Tsuji's men into their tunnel system. Unable to get them out without risking significant casualties, the local troops caved in the tunnels with explosives, killing all inside.

Except, of course, Tsuji. While most of his body was crushed underneath the dirt and stone, his brain remembered the oath he'd taken, and his mouth chanted praises of his country and the Emperor. For many long years his pride and anger kept him alive. Hunger and thirst were forgotten after the first ten years. Feeling after 20. But the chants, prayers, and hymns never stopped. Finally, in 1994 a couple volcanoes near Rabaul erupted, and the weight the held him over all these years shifted, and finally fell away. Free from his immobile state, Tsuji began to dig his way out of the tunnels. It would take him another 10 years to get out.

After his escape Tsuji began resume his raids. Rumors told of a half-rotten man roaming the island, wearing an archaic uniform and wielding a rusty sword. Tsuji himself was shocked after one of his raids when he noticed numerous bullet holes in his legs and chest. It appeared that man nor nature could stop his righteous cause. And this was made all the more clear when Tsuji managed to stow away on a cargoship bound for America, in 2011. Arriving in Los Santos, it was time for him to take the fight to the enemy.

OOC: Anything else you need?
 
Name/Alias: Damon Halpern/The Bent Man
Nationality/Allegiance: America/Ruination
Powers: Is a writhing hole of unreality. Has chaotic power over things he touches, can cause insanity through physical appearance.
Description: Damon Halpern was born in the usual way, and from the beginning, there was something exceptionally wrong about him. Try as she might, his dear mother could not gaze into his soft blue eyes without feeling a horrible, most un-maternal repulsion. There was just some awful… thing about him, some little piece of darkness resting inside his soft, little innocent body. His parents struggled, and ultimately were able to put up a façade of loving their son.

And so he was born.

Young Damon was an entirely unexceptional child. He worked to smile for the other children when he first went to kindergarten, and always laughed when he knew something was funny, but he did not make friends. The other children were afraid of him. Cruel rumours spread, but Damon maintained his resolute cheeriness despite. Those few who tried to befriend him found themselves terrified by his countenance, not that he was in any way terrifying in appearance.

And so he grew up.

As a teenager, Damon accepted his loneliness, but never abandoned his firmly-set smile, even though he felt terribly lonely inside. He began to understand things. He left home young, to spare the relationship of his parents, obviously strained by his existence. He understood that not all people faced the hostility that he did, but coped by spending his time alone. In books, away from other people, he felt that he could have a normal life. If people never had to face him, they’d still be able to love him.

And so he became wise.

Finding some success in his studies, Damon was accepted to University in Terminus. In the anonymity of his classes, he was able to thrive in crowds for perhaps the first time. However, outside of his studies, he was utterly alone. He frequently retreated to the forests outside of the city, his safe spot away from other people. He would spend many days alone amongst the thickly-grown boughs.

And so he was alone.

Damon sat solitary in his home, feeling joy and love for the first time in his emotionally-starved life. It was with a girl, Hannah, the girl he had met online half a year prior. He had been working remotely for several months, though he had swung between that and unemployment several times in the past several years. His parents occasionally sent money, hoping to ensure that he would not have to return home. Damon appreciated this gesture. Even though he understood their reasons, he knew that it was a sign that they were still trying to care about him.

And so he longed.

This was the day. Damon sat nervously on the park bench, waiting for his dear Hannah to come. He had warned her many times, but she had insisted. There she was. She approached, sat down next to him, stared into his eyes.

…stared…

She was shaking.

“Hello.”

There was a long pause. Blood on her lip. Mouth opened.

Oh, the screaming. She screamed, she screamed, she scramed. He held on to her hand, but she thrashed away, clawing at her face, rolling on the ground. Damon rushed to her and turned her over, seeing the frothing wreck of his love.

He joined the screaming.

And so he lost his love.

Damon fled throughout the park, crying out his grief into the unanswering sky. He seized the hands of passerby and belted out his misery at them… and they could do nothing but react as they always had. It was worse every time. He fled like a man possessed, people falling like flies on contact with his horrible, anguished radiance. He tore apart a tree in his rage, all went blank except for his lashing-out, as Damon made his way to his one safe place.

And so fell Damon.

Damon was huddled deep in the forest, buried in the fog. Darkness bathed his thoughts, horrible, cloying, creeping desolation. He had done everything anyone ever could do for love, for nothing. He had done nothing wrong, yet he was universally hated.

Universally… heh, wasn’t that the case.

Everything was for nothing. He could do anything and it would make no difference. Anything was nothing. Damon’s mind was unhinging. His right shoulder split open at a ragged seam, twisting banchlike void seemed to grow out of it like some leafless tree. His whole body was going cold.

That was how the whole world worked, didn’t it? It was all for nothing. Everything was all for nothing. The whole universe was just hurtling downwards on its finite path to utter destruction, absolute annihilation. The whole human race was just going about its miserable business, but what difference did it really make? None? Damon’s leg started to split apart, breaking smoothly into three more of the branches, multiplying themselves outwards. The terrible grub that had waited for his whole lifetime within was at last breaking out of its chrysalis, fully metamorphosed, feasting on the decades of pent-up anguish and suffering.

A horrible bent smile was ripped across Damon’s face as his whole body was consumed by the wrongness. His whole existence folded in on itself and saw the utter void, the horror that everyone else felt when seeing him. He hated it. He was it. It was nothing. He was nothing. Nothing was everything, everything was nothing.

Twisting nothingness enshrouded the foggy grove. Trees aged, rotted to thick slime, burst into flower and died in an instant. A horrible, inhuman howl echoed throughout the woods.

And so the Bent Man came to be.

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So realistically, how long do you think you'll be able to keep up with this? I'd like to think we'll be able to have some good stories that will persist for a good while. Also, I'm totally in on this shat. :D
 
So realistically, how long do you think you'll be able to keep up with this? I'd like to think we'll be able to have some good stories that will persist for a good while. Also, I'm totally in on this shat. :D

For a long time.


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“No! Heeeelp!”

The high pitched yelps of a damsel in distress echoing through the streets carried a long distance in the night. A calm drizzle of rain sprinkled over the concrete jungle, another night in the darkness alone; fighting crimes for those who often don't deserve it.

“'Ome 'ere you b*itch.”

In the alley now, soaked with the tears of God, standing behind the sinner. He raised his hand to strike down the fair lady, a young beautiful thing, for the contents of her purse. Such a shame this world had become in the decline of the Almighty. The moment arrived for intervention, a crucial moment to grab the arm of the common thief. His arm stopped mid-swing much to his surprise.

“Leave her alone.”

The deep, raspy voice of a long broken man called out, seemingly begging under the command. The greasy mugger turned to face his adversary attempting to free his hand, but being unsuccessful against the strength of this man.

“What the f...it's you....no..”

With a firm twist of his grip, Lucky had the thief at his mercy writhing in pain as he fell to his knees.

“Miss, go home.”

She nodded and gathering herself quickly she sprinted away and out of sight. The man's face showed his discomfort as the rain poured down, running off of his disgruntled face.

“Do you believe in second chances?”

“yuu..yes.”

“I'm going to let go of your arm now; and when I do I expect you to walk down the street to the nearest patrol car and turn yourself in. Do you understand me?” With his last words he squeezed his grip as hard as he ever had, nearing the point of breaking the mans arm, in agonizing pain the man nodded a yes. Luckymoose released his grip and the man stood up, staring into the mysterious eye slits in the heroes mask.

“Thank you, sir.”

“I'll be watching.”

The thief turned to walked down the alley and find his patrol car, but as he looked back a second later the hero was gone, vanished from view. Up above on the roof tops Lucky looked down at the criminal and watched him turn himself in. He was a good kid caught in the worst neighborhood at the wrong time he would change. With a swig from his whiskey flask, Lucky leaped to the next building, stumbling in the process. It was probably the whiskey again, but it was spinach to his Popeye, without it couldn't do this job.

Later he slipped through the bell tower of the church and made his way to the altar to beg for forgiveness and thanks for his life. As he knelt on the steps before his Lord, his adoptive father, his priest, walked in to check on his son.

“Another late night my son?”

Pulling the mask off, Lucky revealed his red hair and scarred face as he finished his prayers.

“Father, how long can I keep this up? God gave me this duty but I cannot see myself being capable of continuing it for long. My body is Earthly, but my will is in Him. I fear I will fail him and you, the people father, if I get hurt I might not recover this time like I did before.”

“Do not worry, Sean. He works in mysterious ways, you know this as well as I, he will not let your justice falter. If you cannot continue it; he will send someone to help you. You must keep your faith strong.”

A loud beep erupts in the silent church, the priest's police scanner turns on in his pocket.

“*cushhh* All units report to 345 Velmer Road there is a fire at the orphanage, over.*cushhh*”

Looking up from scanner the priest sees Lucky walking out of the church, mask placed back over his face. He crosses his chest in a quick prayer and squeezes his rosary with all his might. It wasn't far from the church, these kids even came for mass every once in a while, so Lucky made short work of the distance between him and the disaster. He arrived with the fire fighters, as they unraveled their hoses and turned on the flow of water he stood in the shadows viewing the scenario. Some of the kids were on the street with the house mothers, but even in his buzzed mindset he didn't count enough. A frantic house mother screamed to the police in the light of the fire; there were still kids inside.

The building was burning intensely, the five story older building was nearly completely engulfed in flames. All windows had shattered out from the heat and pressure and bursts of flame exploded periodically. He knew he had to get in the building. From the shadows he burst into a sprint towards the front door, running past fire fighters and police as they yelled for him not to go in, it was too hot, but he continued anyway. Once inside he was immediately hit with the heat, nearly enough to cause him to pass out instantly, but he had to deal with the pain. It was hard to breath, hard to see and debris was falling all around him. He waded through the flames and smoke, finding the stairs in the main hall to work his way up the floors, he could now hear the screams of the kids.

One by one he checked rooms on the floors, eventually he found three kids, two boys and a girl, huddled in a corner as the flames approached from the walls and door. He had to smash the remains of the burning door out of his way to enter the room. Once inside he checked the kids over and when finding them alright picked them up and led them out. To the house mothers he took them, but there was a problem, the numbers still didn't match they were missing one girl. Lucky turned to look at the building and saw as half of the second floor collapsed in the flames; he took a deep breathe and plunged back into the abyss.

Floor after floor he searched diligently. Finally on the fourth floor he heard the screams of agony that would change his life. A room at the end of the hall was engulfed entirely by flames, the door was burned away but the screams came from within. He carefully made his way to the door, by now parts of his flesh were blistering from the heat. He saw in the flames, what seemed like the origin of them, on a burning bed lay a nude girl with her eyes closed. Flames like water flowed from her flesh but she was not burned.

Lucky looked up and spoke aloud to God, “Is this your answer?”.

Behind him the roof began to cave in from the fire, he had no time to think so he reacted. Jumping into the room with the girl, pushing himself through the flames he grabbed her and he felt no more heat. Looking around himself he saw the fire parted. He looked at the girl and she seemed asleep. He knew he couldn't take her back to the other kids, she was dangerous, wild like the flames she emitted. Through the burst window he leaped to the next roof, which was a story lower, and watched as the building collapsed behind him.
 
Name/Alias: Richard Frost/ Magni the Magnificent
Nationality/Allegiance: American/ no allegiance, really
Powers: Magni wields a magic wand that alters reality in numerous ways, generally in an illusionary affect, but a skilled practitioner would theoretically be capable of many amazing feats.
Description:Richard is of medium height and build, with poorly maintained goatee of mottled hair (He thinks it looks dignified) and no hair anywhere else on his lumpy skull. A boring childhood and a boring adolescence allowed his genetic penchant for grabbing things that don't belong to him flourish, and his petty theft led him landed him a tool of unimaginable power. His game stepped up from robbing the elderly at knife-point to robbing the freshly retired at his shows as "Magni the Magnificent." His costume is a black suit and black hat, and his drinking suit is the same, and his pajamas are the same. He is generally filthy, but learned that his wand can remove stains, so he just looks dusty and shabby. He's not stained, though.

Edit: And as for his location, he's currently performing in Los Santos. I forgot to include his location last night. :)
 
Name/Alias: The Extremely Dapper Gentleman/Dapper Gentleman
Nationality/Allegiance
: British. Holds allegiance only to style and grace.
Powers: The Extremely Dapper Gentleman is an extremely stylish fellow. He wanders the lands, stealing away the hearts of beautiful women, and inspiring young men to be half the dapper fellow that he is. May also be a time-traveler; no one's really certain.
Description: The Extremely Dapper Gentleman's height is neither tall nor short. From whence he came, no one knows. He is, however, extremely dapper. He is renowned throughout the world, among the circles who are aware of him. What he does, other than being dapper, isn't exactly clear. Those who know of his exploits, however, don't exactly care. That he is dapper, and most extremely so, is enough to know about the man. His monocled gaze is at the same moment terrifying, inspiring, heartwarming and glorious.

Recently, he has been seen in all his stylishly dapper glory in Metropolis.

The Extremely Dapper Gentleman simply is. But you can call him the Dapper Gentleman.

He's not one for titles.
 
Name: Issac Mercer/Serial Killer X
Nationality: American. Allegience to Nobody.
Powers: Deadly Gaze: Anyone who gets caught in his line of sight (eye contact is unnecessary) will experience intense pain and breathlessness before disintegrating. Disintegration, depending on the mental fortitude and the size of the target, can take anywhere between 3 seconds to 5 minutes. It is extremely tiring to use, and his eyes will begin to flash red before the effect occurs. It can also be used to disintegrate obstacles, although this takes much more focus. He also has Basic handgun training and close quarters combat experience due to police experience.

Detail: When he was little, his father beat him for not buying the beer as he told him too. So he just glared at him until he began to scream. Oh, it was so beautiful. His hair turned white, before it smoked and turned to dust. His clothes burst into bright blue flames. His skin began to actually melt... and the bones underneath blackend and crumbled to dust. And then the house caught fire due to all the heat. The orange glow in the night was beautiful too. Gas leak, the police officially called it.

And he grew up to become a police. Oh he convinced himself that it was to prevent other sickos like his dad abusing their little children, but it just wasn't satisfying enough! So he quit the force...and began to hunt. It has to be beautiful! That means that a sicko must die. But how to determine those sickos?

So he began to kill little children. He left them an orchid flower. Sorry, little guys! And based on the reaction of the parents... he would know whether they truly deserved to die.

As it happened, the parent of the first child he killed was so drunk that he didn't even realize that his child was dead, lying sprawled on the kitchen counter with a slashed throat. When the guy burned, all the alcohol in his body made a beautiful, beautiful white explosion.
 
Interesting characters guys, though I'm not sure exactly what the Extremely Dapper Gentlemen is. :lol:
 
Interesting characters guys, though I'm not sure exactly what the Extremely Dapper Gentlemen is. :lol:

A most stylish and eloquent womanizer of the Victorian variety.
 
Name/Alias: Peter Janikowski/Iron Guard
Nationality/Allegiance: Polish/The United States of America
Powers: Has the use of his mechanical armor, armor's weapons, Can repair and 'control' technology with ease. Poor agility due to his size and weight. High resistance to pain. However, very weak to fire and water. Lacks several limbs. Tied to the suit. See below for details.
Description: Born in 1987. As the Soviet Union collapsed, Peter's family knew that Poland would not be stable. Peter's father, a smuggler who brought in goods from the West, first went to Yugoslavia, and eventually brought his family into Austria in 1991. The family proceeded to move into Italy in the Rome area. However, jobs were not plentiful, and the family decided to follow many and move to the United States, where the family had a few relatives. They eventually made it to Central City in 1995. Peter enrolled in a Catholic school, where he excelled at math, science, and received a partial scholarship to MIT where he focused on computers. His graduation was celebrated by his family but it was shortly followed by tragedy, with the murder of Peter's father. To pay for Peter's education, his father had procured the help of a loan shark through the mafia organizations of Central City. He set out to bring the mafia down with the Central City Police, but it was to no use, and he failed to find any of his fathers' killers. In severe depression, his mother committed suicide, and to drive away the thoughts of the misery that surrounded him, Peter turned to drinking. However, in 2008, he was in a major automobile accident. Driving under the influence, he crashed and was paralyzed from the waste down, losing his left arm, and his body was covered with scars and burns. Desperately clinging to life, he turned to a gift that was inside him, and was able to sustain his life for a bit longer using parts of the automobile to reconstruct parts of his body. While in the hospital, he met Dr. Sophia Wagner, who took a special interest in him due to his reconstruction of his body, and wondered what he could do with more aid. With Sophia's help, he procured the aid of the U.S. Government and was able to construct a much more advanced suit of armor for him to use, integrating his remaining body with the suit. In exchange, he is to serve the United States of America. Now, he is the Iron Guard, and is prepared to do whatever it takes to preserve not only his nation, but to find the men who killed his father and bring them to justice

 
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