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July 10, 2014 at 8:48 am #42149
Blue BlazerParticipantAlias: Dyskord
Real Name: Lilith Cross
Genre: Supervillain
Powers/Special Skills: sound manipulation
Special Weapons/Tools/Armor: none
Affiliations: none
Other Aliases: none
Status: at large
Bio:
COMING SOON!Pictures:
July 10, 2014 at 9:09 am #42150
Blue BlazerParticipantAnd that’s it for the letter D! Four letters down, 22 to go…
Yikes.
July 10, 2014 at 12:43 pm #42157
Blue BlazerParticipantAlias: Eagle
Real Name: Jeremy Ott
Genre: Scientist
Powers/Special Skills: genius level intellect
Special Weapons/Tools/Armor: none
Affiliations: M.A.C.H.I.N.E.
Other Aliases: none
Status: deceased
Bio:
Jeremy, codename Eagle, was the head of the technical department at M.A.C.H.I.N.E. headquarters. He oversaw all technological development of weapons, gadgets, vehicles, etc. until he was killed in a massive explosion set off by the vigilante Rage. Like Jeremy, all of the members of the technical department were given code names relating to birds.Pictures:
July 11, 2014 at 6:46 am #14974
Blue BlazerParticipantAlias: Eagle Eye
Real Name: Chris Chandler
Genre: Superhero
Powers/Special Skills: humanoid eagle
Special Weapons/Tools/Armor: sword and shield
Affiliations: The Animutants
Other Aliases: none
Status: active
Bio:
Genetic science company Genetech began a campaign looking into the possibility of combining human and animal DNA to create hybrid species. They were famous for offering huge sums of money for those willing to undergo experimental treatments. Not all of the trials were successful, but the ones that were became the half-animal group known as the Animutants.Chris showed a natural talent for leadership, and was thought to embody the romantic notions of an eagle.
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July 11, 2014 at 6:53 am #42178
Blue BlazerParticipantName: Earshot
Genre: Superhero (Humorous)
Powers/Special Skills: able to shoot lasers from ears
Special Weapons/Tools/Armor: none
Affiliations: none
Other Aliases: none
Status: active
Bio:
Earshot is a superhero in the Escape Goat comic series. He’s a hero in Blue Fork City, a poker buddy of Escape Goat and Queso Diablo who is able to fire lasers from his ears (a little tribute to Cyclops from X-Men). Earshot is very successful with the ladies, but he often unwittingly shoots his lasers at the wrong time.Pictures:
July 11, 2014 at 7:07 am #42179
ViperParticipantLOL I love the ear symbol on Earshot. Pretty cool dude there.
July 11, 2014 at 7:54 am #42184
Blue BlazerParticipantThanks, bro.
July 11, 2014 at 8:06 am #42185
Blue BlazerParticipantAlias: Earth Man
Real Name: Barry Sterling
Genre: Superhero
Powers/Special Skills: can take on the properties of any natural element
Special Weapons/Tools/Armor: none
Affiliations: The Mega Men
Other Aliases: none
Status: active
Bio:
Barry is one of the world’s small handful of all-elementals, meaning he can turn all or part of his body into any naturally occurring material found on Earth, such as rock, water, wood, etc. He serves on the superteam the Mega Men.Pictures:
July 11, 2014 at 9:37 am #42187
Blue BlazerParticipantAlias: Ebonite
Real Name: Silas Hopeton
Genre: Superhero
Powers/Special Skills: massive size, made of incredibly strong black rock
Special Weapons/Tools/Armor: none
Affiliations: The Protectorate
Other Aliases: none
Status: active
Bio:
Silas was an employee for a crew specializing in detonating mountain passes to build highways. But one day, an unknown villain slipped a container of the chemical X-13 into the explosives and when they detonated, Silas was coated with the substance, as well as a shard of the rock from which he now takes his name. He was instantly turned into a huge mountain of ebonite. Elated at his new state, Silas quit his job and sought out the Protectorate, a team of superheroes.Pictures:
July 11, 2014 at 12:52 pm #42195
Blue BlazerParticipantAlias: Echelon
Real Name: Brad Henreid
Genre: Superhero/Spy
Powers/Special Skills: invisibility, phasing through solid matter
Special Weapons/Tools/Armor: various espionage gadgets and weapons
Affiliations: Federal Agency of Superhuman Tasking (FAST)
Other Aliases: none
Status: active
Bio:
Brad was originally an agent of the NSA, using his mutant ability to become invisible and walk through walls to a great advantage. He was recruited by FAST as soon as it had been created to help them fight against superhuman terrorist threats.Pictures:
July 11, 2014 at 5:07 pm #42206
Blue BlazerParticipantAlias: Echo
Real Name: Rosemary Crowder
Genre: Superhero
Powers/Special Skills: emits a high frequency sound from her pores; can manipulate any sound
Affiliations: Archer
Other Aliases: none
Status: active
Bio:
Rosemary has the mutant ability to emit high frequency sound waves from her body, as well as control the movement and intensity of any sound in her vicinity. These waves take on an almost solid quality that can be used to push things around, help her navigate in the dark, and even fly on a cushion of sound. Rosemary is a middle school chorus instructor at Caligo Central Middle School. She is the younger sister of superhero Archer.One of Rosemary’s most notable feats was when she killed the evil creature known as Screech, by turning the beast’s destructive scream back at her.
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July 14, 2014 at 9:12 am #41580
Blue BlazerParticipantAlias: Eclipse
Real Name: Phoebe Wyler
Genre: Superhero
Powers/Special Skills: hereditary power over Eclipse rings
Special Weapons/Tools/Armor: Eclipse rings grant control over light and darkness
Affiliations: none
Other Aliases: none
Status: active
Bio:
“Jesus. Why doesn’t anyone ever clean this crap up?”Dust hung in the air of the old, musty attic. Rotting cardboard boxes were haphazardly stacked on top of each other, seeming to vomit old clothes, books, and miscellaneous keepsakes on to the plywood floor. A single lightbulb flickered its light erratically, casting eerie shadows on the rafters and the dark-haired woman’s face.
Phoebe shook her head and sighed. Her mother had been such a packrat in her day. Always stopping at yard sales and flea markets for useless trinkets and such, and then always ultimately putting them up here to sit forever unseen.
She brushed aside a cobweb and sat down next too a stack of boxes. She pulled down the first, marked 1955-1960, and set it on the ground before her, pulling out the items within. She found old newspaper articles, black-and-white photographs of family members, most of whom she’d never met. She found one of her mom in her teenage years. Tears began to well up in her eyes.
Phoebe’s mother had passed away three days ago. The wake had been this morning, and Phoebe had been the only one willing to go through her stuff so they could sell her house, the house she and her two brothers had lived in when they were children. Karen Wyler had been a good mother, even if she wasn’t there a lot.
Phoebe quickly dried her tears, shoved the papers and pictures back in the box, and grabbed the next one from the pile. The first thing that struck her eye was a small chest, about the size of her fist. She placed it in her lap and opened it. Inside was a folded scrap of paper. She unfolded it and, for reasons she couldn’t explain, began to shake even before she read what the note said.
“Phoebe, if you’ve found this I have passed on. There’s something very important you must know. Something I should have told you long ago. Please know that I kept it from you only to keep you from becoming like me. I’ve hidden something in the eye of the Bee Man. You and I are the only ones who know what that means. I pray it’s still there by the time you get this. I love you.”
Phoebe’s heart skipped a beat. She hadn’t even thought about the Bee Man in ages, since she was a little girl. There was an oak tree in their front yard, and one summer, around the age of three, Phoebe had been playing alone at its base. Suddenly, a swarm of bees had emerged from a hole in the oak’s trunk and stung Phoebe very badly. From that day forward, Phoebe wouldn’t go near the tree, and because it somewhat resembled a human with its broad trunk and thick branches, she had named it the Bee Man. The hole from which the bees had flown was in an appropriate enough place to call it the Bee Man’s eye.
But what the Hell could she have put in there?
Phoebe was ready for a break from the nasty attic anyway, so she stood and walked downstairs and out the front door. And there was the Bee Man, much less frightening than he had been those many years ago. And yet as she moved closer, she realized that she was still somewhat frightened, and that the tree really did look a lot like a twisted, brutish man.
She raised her hand to reach into the hole, pulled back in fear, and cursed. She shook her head, gritted her teeth, and finally plunged her head into the Bee Man’s eye, her own eye’s squeezed shut. No bees came this time.
A breath of relief escaped her lips as she moved her hand around inside the oak’s trunk, searching for something, searching for anything. She touched nothing but bark. Disappointed, she pulled her hand back out of the tree and as she did, her finger brushed against something soft. She jumped as she watched a small white clump fall from the tree’s orifice on to the dirt between its roots.
She stooped and picked up the object, realizing it was a was cotton. Something small but solid had been wrapped inside. This had better be good, she thought as she unraveled the cotton ball.
A small silver ring fell into her palm. She turned it over, realizing how familiar it looked. She held up her other hand and on it was the ring her mother had given her a few years ago, just before becoming ill. It had been a Christmas present, a tiny silver circle with a picture of a sun etched into it.
The ring she’s just found was identical in every way but one – instead of a sun, it showed a picture of a crescent moon. Phoebe was again disappointed until she discovered that on the cotton, her mother had scribbled another note.
“Phoebe, I pray it’s you reading this and not someone with less morals. It’s time for you to know the truth about your ancestors. The ring you just found and the one I gave you before were worn by your great-great-great grandmother, and have been passed down to the first-born daughter of every generation since.
But these rings are no ordinary rings. They hold in them great power. Whoever wears the rings is given the ability to control darkness and light, but only when she wears both rings simultaneously. I used this power to defend the world from evil. That is why I was gone so much, and why I missed so much of your childhood. For that I am sorry.
I wore these rings together until I gave you the Ring of Light. You see, when you use the power held within them, they take something back from you. A piece of your mind, perhaps, or maybe even your soul. Whatever it was, they were killing me. I knew I had to stop wearing them, but that I could never let them be together on your hands. That is why I gave you only one, and hid the other here. But I now realize that there’s no stopping you from receiving your birthright. It would have happened someday anyway.
Please, my lovely daughter, use these rings for the good of the world. Let them be your weapon against those that would hurt the innocent, because that is there true purpose. But please, don’t let them kill you. I know you will wear them well. I love you, dear Phoebe.”Awestruck, Phoebe stood re-reading the note with her mouth hanging agape. There was no way this was real, was there? She looked down at the moon-engraved ring, pinched between the tips of her index finger and thumb.
But what if?
She let the ring slide slowly onto her ring finger, and both of them began to glow with a golden aura.
What if?
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July 14, 2014 at 12:11 pm #42332
Blue BlazerParticipantAlias: Effigy
Real Name: Johann Krenstler
Genre: Supervillain
Powers/Special Skills: made of living fire
Special Weapons/Tools/Armor: none
Affiliations: none
Other Aliases: Black John
Status: at large
Bio:
Johann was one of the colonists in early America, but secretly he was a witch with much dark power. He was discovered one day and subsequently burned at the stake, earning him the nickname Black John. As his body was engulfed in flames, Johann swore an oath of vengeance on the descendants of the colonists. Hundreds of years later, he has gotten his wish. Allowed to leave Hell and roam free on Earth, Johann still burns with the fire that killed him. Though he has lost his other witch powers, he uses the living flame of his body to wreak havoc on the populace.Pictures:
July 14, 2014 at 1:45 pm #42341
SulemanParticipantI really dig your color choices for the flames and the hands. Very cool, very Dormammu.
July 14, 2014 at 2:36 pm #42348
Blue BlazerParticipantThanks, Suleman.
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