Isn't it strange? Site for making up superpowers and no thread like this, where you make up people who use them.
Any super, came up with through any method. Pretended to be one when you were a kid? Throw it in here. Make a character in a superhero MMO once? Show us. Hit random on the site and came up with a hero for the first power you got? Fantastic! Give them a name, a back story, a description of what they do. Are they a gritty nineties anti hero trying to get by in a world gone mad? A spandex wearing pinnacle of truth and justice from the Golden age? A super powered adventurer ripped right from the pages of old pulp fiction? A ridiculously overblown super villain? Post it.
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Dang it.
I want to do my characters' backstories and whatnot here, but I'm worried about potential for folks to stumble on this site and steal my stuff. The legal hassle, if they were to profit off my work...UGH! *sigh* I think I may just have to go on faith. If all goes well, this site is far too obscure for anybody to give a crap about the postings of one obscure writer, about fictional characters that don't exist. Okay, okay, fine.
“…Judge not what a man has done, but judge what he could have done if he was a different bloke altogether. For art thou a leper? And a leper can changeth his spots…” --Rudy Wade, Misfits (Series 4, Episode 8)
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Wulf has a list longer than all of our arms.
“She'd become a governess. It was one of the few jobs a known lady could do. And she'd taken to it well. She'd sworn that if she did indeed ever find herself dancing on rooftops with chimney sweeps she'd beat herself to death with her own umbrella.”
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In City of Villains, I was a Mastermind class super villain. I could almost describe my character's look as cyborg with a daft punk helmet. I also had a cape and a gigantic robotic right arm (Compared to my normal sized robotic left arm). As a Mastermind, my main focus was on having henchmen to overwhelm my foes. At all times I had three combat bots following me, two support bots, and a giant war mech. They did most of the work but I supported them with my laser rifle and force field powers. Finally, I'm pretty sure I had every travel power in the game, I could fly, teleport, leap, run at super speed, anything, and not once could my robots keep up with me, it was rather hilarious. On a side note, did you ever see my surrogate character Vault: Link
Romans 8:31 What, then, shall we say in response to this? If God is for us, who can be against us?
1 Corinthians 13:1-3 If I speak in the tongues of men or of angels, but do not have love, I am only a resounding gong or a clanging cymbal. If I have the gift of prophecy and can fathom all mysteries and all knowledge, and if I have a faith that can move mountains, but do not have love, I am nothing. If I give all I possess to the poor and give over my body to hardship that I may boast, but do not have love, I gain nothing. |
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Roman Etrei Farson Alias: The Bullet (formerly), Rapid (identity secret; publicly goes by Etrei) Height: 6'0 Weight: 212 lb Age: 27 Build: Athletic About: (He's actually a character I have in my mythos. I just never gave him a backstory; this was great to come up with one on the fly...So what do you think?)
“…Judge not what a man has done, but judge what he could have done if he was a different bloke altogether. For art thou a leper? And a leper can changeth his spots…” --Rudy Wade, Misfits (Series 4, Episode 8)
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I've been working on a superhero character based off an old D&D character of mine for a few months now, but I'm having difficulty finishing his origin and coming up with his attire. I think I can bang my way thru a halfway decent backstory, but the costume/uniform seems to be insurmountable at present. Do any of you know of a good resource in the Internet that can provide some templates or alternatives? (BTW - I've already tried the usual Google searches, DEVIANTART, and hero builder, but nothing resonates)
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Hm...templates aren't really my expertise, but I'll certainly keep an eye out.
As for myself, I've got to get focused again, so I can finish my profile on Gideon Gravus. Then, I plan to do some of my more well-developed folks. Not The Penultimate yet, but certainly Wulf'n prince Shadowulf and his folks, warrior Tyr Krakskul, Neio and Raio Nandeneivious, Troy Jericho, Madam Rehd and Blou and Grene and Yehlo, Erra Bea, etc. And, of course, some less-developed folks like Drake and the rest of the Thieves' Guild, the swordsman Rory Walker, 10-year-old Martial Arts master Master Kai, Darkess Faye and her magical allies/nemeses, etc
“…Judge not what a man has done, but judge what he could have done if he was a different bloke altogether. For art thou a leper? And a leper can changeth his spots…” --Rudy Wade, Misfits (Series 4, Episode 8)
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Maybe cosplay or historical clothing can give you some ideas?
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Thanks, Drow. I'll give it a shot.
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I spent fifteen minutes looking at regency age clothing because of you.
*Skitters away* *Skitters back* I remember once making a superheroine who's theme was "Female Odin". As I Recall (This was forever ago) she was somehow involved in summoning ritual that left her infused with the power of Odin. Or something. Was terrible at using that power. *Skitters away*
“She'd become a governess. It was one of the few jobs a known lady could do. And she'd taken to it well. She'd sworn that if she did indeed ever find herself dancing on rooftops with chimney sweeps she'd beat herself to death with her own umbrella.”
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Hel Krakskul
Alias: Krakskul Height: 10'11 (preferred) Weight: 1012 lb (preferred) Age: Unknown (at least 1,000 years old--not counting the potential of said measurement passing in 'divine time', which would make him far older in mortal time) Build: Muscular About: Most myths of old begin with a hero born of a definite margin; born of deities, of a union between deities and men, of heroes, of outcasts. This tale begins with a hero born of two deities...each from a different pantheon. His 'father' the primordial Chaos who spawned the deities of the Greeks, his mother Hela the daughter of Loki from among the Norse, Hel's life was destined to be harrowing and hectic from the very start. After all, the deities were mostly on amicable terms, but never would they marry into other pantheons (lest religions find confusion with their intermingling, and the ensuing chaos disrupt the timeline), and so any born of inter-pantheon unions were illegitimate. So, while his parents were unashamed of him, he would need to be kept a secret. Not even Hel could know his heritage. And he could not be kept by Eileithyia among the other baby godlings, for a moment's touch would betray to her the profound depths of Niflheim, and he would be discovered for half-Norse. Nor could he be kept among the Norse, for a look into his eyes would hint to the furthest reaches of Chaos, and he would be discovered for half-Greek. So, without revealing his biracial nature, Hela entreated the most agreeable of their neighbors for their services: the gods of the Hindu. In particular, he would be given to the care of Rama, to learn uprightness and goodness, for few so good as Rama would be willing to take on the task. From him, Hel would learn to be brave and loyal and kind. Though, neither had counted on Hel also learning Rama's cleverness. When adventures called, and Rama went away, he would leave the young boy with his wife Sita, but the boy would always trick Sita into turning her head or leaving the room and he would slip off after his master, who he loved and admired. In so doing, he would shadow Rama in the distance, and watch him as he took on the most epic beasts and most daunting tasks the boy had ever seen. Eventually, though, following Rama got to be too harrowing and he had to call on Rama for help. Of course, Rama gladly assisted the boy, but there was no time to take him back before the next Great Monster arrived. The boy would simply have to assist him. And that he did. Sharpening his weapons for him on rocks in the woods, that would be Rama's most glorious victory to date. In return for his help, Rama offered Hel a boon. Any one thing he wished, he could have. So, Hel asked to be made a warrior. Reluctantly, Rama complied with his wish. He would begin training the following day. His first trainer would be Rama himself. From him, Hel had already learned charity, respect and honor, but now he would learn how to call on the divine power within him for hand-to-hand combat, how to face monsters head-on, and how to survive in the wilderness. He would be sent lesser rakshasas to tussle with, forced to wrangle up nasty bhut spirits, made to round up herds of immense makara, all to test his might and bravery and will. He would have no weapons, for untrained, weapons made him no more than a barbarian. And to get weapons, one had to go about the proper order of things. A century passed and it was time to move onto the next master. As much as Rama would have loved to keep him in the abode of the Hindu deities, what he had to learn next could only come from a master such as Sun Wukong, the Chinese Monkey King. For 250 years, Hel spent day in and day out, carrying great boulders up the sides of mountains, bounding up the sides of mile-long bamboo poles to reach the rest house which Wukong held aloft in the air, carrying out whatever chores Wukong's monkeys asked...and staying on guard for the Monkey King's innumerable pranks. Though, when the fun was over with the Monkey King, it was time to move on to more worthy tasks. Hel was ready for arms and strategy training with the great and honorable Quirinus of the Roman pantheon. He would take from this master a wealth of knowledge about every weapon known to mankind, and every weapon reserved for the gods' use alone. Blunt weapons, blades, polearms, ballistics, single and dual-wielding, and of course, much review in strategy of unarmed combat, so as not to get too reliant on weapons. A full 350 years was spent on these martial arts, before the next masters would be enlisted. Now was the final stretch; Hel would be using the last years of his training to learn what domain he held, and to master it. This task would be left to the Tricksters. If any had ascertained clever mastery of their abilities, it was them. And so, each would be afforded a half-century to lend him their instruction in seclusion from the others, to finish him up at 1000 years of teaching. His learning would take him in the following order: Anansi of the Africans, Coyote and Raven of the First Americans, Crow of the Australians, Set of the Egyptians...Ate of the Greeks and Loki of the Norse. They would teach him every transforming secret they knew, how to tie every knot, set and avoid every snare, tell and solve every riddle, rig and finish every puzzle. Unfortunately, instruction began to take a bit of a turn along the way. Where most might have trouble learning from tricksters, it seemed that Hel was catching on...a bit too well. Of course, when Hel replaced Ate's bathing oils with some of Hephaestus' molecular-class glue, Loki told her to ignore the boy's harmless fun. When Hel spiked Loki's mead with a love potion, which ended with him falling in love with a male horse, though? It was war. Loki waited until the others had gone home to sleep, and then called the boy aside, offering a wager. If he could solve Loki's riddle, he would get a boon, like with Rama. If he failed, though, he would be forced to surrender a boon to Loki. The riddle was thus: "What feels to the touch like the colds of Niflheim, and has eyes like the depths of Chaos?" The boy was given three days to ponder it over, but alas was unable to muster an answer. He went back to ask Loki for another day's time, but Loki refused, and gave the simple smug, "My boy, you are indeed a riddle." And in one swift motion, he snatched up the satchel where Hel stored his powers, cast a portal behind the boy, and kicked him through it. Hel would awake on the Planet Celadon, on what would later become Warhammr Island. Though, while he was confused and alone, he was nowhere near afraid. Though Loki had intervened with his training, before he could move from Anansi to Coyote and Raven, Hel had still gained 750 years of training with among the greatest gods in the multiverse. What's more, Rama and Wukong had given him advice some few hundred years ago, never to leave himself entirely defenseless, as he never knew when foes would want to fight dirty. Thanks to this, a small pouch had been kept on his side, containing 1/5 of his original undeveloped abilities. True enough, he had gained no divine domain to speak of (and no hope of it, without his full powers), but that wasn't to say that he couldn't still make a name for himself as a great hero on this rock he now called home. With that thought in mind, he would go on to complete his remaining 250 years of training, while also make a name for himself in the world of mortals, by facing down unimaginable foes and defeating titanic monsters no others could muster strength or courage to fight. He and his Fir Bolg wife Barda would sire a tribe of powerful half-divine beings called Warmongers. He would come to be known as Krakskul, the mighty and fierce punisher of villains. He would also reconnect, through his followers, with Rama (and in the process, gain the consolation boon of an Adamantine sword, which would become easier to wield, the longer he maintained his rapport with the divine). Perhaps one day, he would even track down Loki and bring him to justice for his tricks. And if not, then after his centuries, perhaps millennia-worth of remaining life were spent, and Hel was welcomed back home among the divine, he would simply pay his old friend a visit...
“…Judge not what a man has done, but judge what he could have done if he was a different bloke altogether. For art thou a leper? And a leper can changeth his spots…” --Rudy Wade, Misfits (Series 4, Episode 8)
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Gideon Gordon Gravus Alias: Gravus Height: 6'2 Weight: 232 lb Age: 32 Build: Muscular Backstory:
“…Judge not what a man has done, but judge what he could have done if he was a different bloke altogether. For art thou a leper? And a leper can changeth his spots…” --Rudy Wade, Misfits (Series 4, Episode 8)
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The Wretch, less of a superhero and more of an anomaly. Anyone within the boundaries of several Missouri cities who thinks about breaking the law will have a single sentence implanted in their head. That sentence being "But what if The Wretch finds out?" Cities in which the anomaly manifest have noted a marked decrease in crime rate. Interestingly, the phenomenon seems to travel over time, looping a circuit through all the cities in its "territory" every 2 1/2 weeks.
It should be noted that there is no evidence that The Wretch actually exists. Indeed, no supernatural repercussions from The Wretch are forthcoming should one commit a crime, and no one come forward claiming to have been stopped or visited by The Wretch. Nevertheless, calling The Wretch's very existence in question has seemingly had no effect on its power as a deterrent.
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The Sickle Seven, an group metahumans found and awoken from cryosleep in 2004, are a group of heroes that work around Russia and eastern Europe. The remains of several failed soviet super soldier programs begun under Stalin, membership includes the likes of:
-Subject 16, Roach Woman. A woman genetically spliced with a cockroach in order to create a soldier that could survive nuclear war. -Subject 17, colloquially know as the 6 Ruble Man. An attempt to rebuild a wounded soldier as a cyborg, budgetary cuts forced him to be remade using mostly corrugated iron, decaying nuclear material, and cardboard. -Subject 2, Comrade Bear. A bear with increased intelligence, trained in military weapons and operations. A military genius, but can only communicate in growls and roars. -Subject 22, Laika the Space Hound. The first dog in space did not die as was reported, but instead gained extraordinary powers due to exposure to space radiation. Phenomenal cosmic powers and one of the strongest known heroes on Earth, but is a dog and most of the time uses them like you'd expect a dog to. This groups most common for is Baron Aryan, a super soldier created in the final days of the war expressly as a revenge weapon against the Russians.
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The latest iteration of the mind-structure of the group mind called Zaleramancer involves splitting the central controlling mind into seven separate minds following the red subversion event. The first of the Seven Minds is as followed: One Also known as Madame Monday or Miss Blue Madame Monday is primarily the keeper of dangerous items, persons or ideas. She attempts to protect people from things that would utterly destroy them, or other people, or endanger the universe as a whole. One also runs the dimensional prison/creature containment unit, in which beings to dangerous or hostile to allow to roam the universe are kept, as well as superpowered prisoners that were transferred at request of planetary governments. Madame Monday also helps watch over the children's hospital ward and the more dangerous sections of the asylum, at the request of Two. While Miss Blue's primary purpose is to prevent the misuse of items and forces beyond mortal comprehension, she is not above releasing things from her care. Any person who wishes may make their case to her, and should they offer sufficient proof, they may be granted what they request, either on loan or permanently. However, Monday makes it absolutely clear that anything that happens once the item or power is in your care is your responsibility- and responsibility can be a terrible burden to bear. All of the Minds share more or less the same powers, but most of them specialize in some way. Blue specializes in massive parallelization and mentalism. Her mind is not so much a single mind as many, many independent interchangeable partitions that can combine, split and communicate with one and other. This affords her both a great deal of multitasking ability as well as nigh-immunity to memetic or mental attacks, as she can simply shuck off the infected partitions without any harm to her remaining ones. Monday prefers to address problems by splitting her active partitons into groups and having them all work towards the solution independently. This usually produces a small array of possible outcomes. Because of the ease of returning to normal, Monday has no real problems with sudden losses of memory, continuity or death- so long as a fragment of her survives, she can return to normal without a terrible amount of effort. Miss Blue tends to favor psionic powers over the mystical arts (Perhaps due to how the powers she can wield are almost always excessive for the situation), and is the go-to expert on telepathy, clairvoyance, astral projection and telekinesis. This goes to show in that Madame Monday rarely ever manifests physically. She prefers to remain in a ethereal comet-like collection of minds spread throughout the storage rooms, libraries and wards she watches over. When she does take physical form, One always defaults to a female form, always with electric blue eyes and long hair. Her clothing is always at least twenty years out of date (This is presumably some inscrutable joke of hers). One tends to be rather reclusive and secretive, and generally prefers to allow people to come to her than for her to go to them. She is, among the Minds, the second least likely to leave their home dimension. However, her departures are always something of a spectacle for the other Minds, since she rarely leaves unless something potentially problematic is around the corner.
“She'd become a governess. It was one of the few jobs a known lady could do. And she'd taken to it well. She'd sworn that if she did indeed ever find herself dancing on rooftops with chimney sweeps she'd beat herself to death with her own umbrella.”
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Name: Nano Civilian ID: Aaron (True ID unknown at this time) Age: 16 Stature: 5' 8" Weight: 250 lbs (100 Pounds added to metallic composition of body) Hair Color: Dark Blonde Eye Color: Electric Blue Nationality: American Heritage: Irish, English, Nordic C://File.Memory.History.docx Aaron was once a normal child, born to brilliant scientist parents. The family was initially from America, but due to experimental works, the family was relocated to the Arctic for undisturbed work away from society. The project was intended to successfully merge human cells and DNA with nanorobotics, as a way to cure disease and help the disabled. However, something went awry. Aaron had a sister, Thalia, who was as brilliant as her parents, and was as evil as she was brilliant. Her goal was to steal the technology and sell it to a terrorist organization to be used as a deadly weapon, and breed a whole new era of super soldiers and warfare. After doing away with her parents, Thalia decided to use her younger brother Aaron as a test subject for the nanotechnology. The process involved fusing human cells with the robotics, and having a major robot implant itself into the subjects brain. Thalia had initially set the major robot to follow a series of commands, that would allow Aaron to be controlled like a gun. However something else happened. Through sheer will, Aaron managed to resist the cranial reprogramming that the major robot was meant to do. Meaning now, HE was in control. The nanorobotics fused themselves with every living cell in Aaron's body. Once the process was complete, Aaron was no longer 100% flesh and blood. Aaron could now manipulate his body to form fantastic machines, and even fully functional armor. Using this ability, he managed to defeat Thalia. However, after realizing what had happened to his parents, he made the decision to have his memory wiped clean, to rid himself of the pain he felt, the pain of losing everyone he cared about. End of Line |
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Terrance Chelon
Alias: Tortoise Height: Weight: 196 lb Age: 29 Build: Muscular Backstory: Bunny O'Hara Alias: Hare Height: Weight: 136 lb Age: 27 Build: Curvy Backstory:
“…Judge not what a man has done, but judge what he could have done if he was a different bloke altogether. For art thou a leper? And a leper can changeth his spots…” --Rudy Wade, Misfits (Series 4, Episode 8)
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