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*Your hero has arrived at Atlas park where you find a strange man standing in front of you, his features seem only to be a sillouette perhaps a shadow casted upon a body. You hear an icey, chilling voice run through your thoughts "come with me" your hear and the voice seems to tear through every thought and every memory inside your mind, without escape you concede to the demand.
Around you is nothing, it is niether empty nor full, there is no sound, there is no silence, there is no texture to anything, no depth, it feels almost as if nothing but yourself exists in this place.
Again the icy chill stabs into your deepest of thoughts, the voice demanding only one thing "Tell me your story or be lost here in my kingdom", again the silouette appears before you, seated upon a thrown made of pure white ivory it becomes a beacon of light in this unlit void.
Naturally you ask "what story?" before you even speak the first word screams fill your mind and another voice booms over the mayhem inside your mind, "I want to know the story of how you became what you call a Hero", "Tell me this now and I will spare you returning you to your home and this time we have now will not exist", "I want to know from your beginings why did you choose to fight?", "I want to know everything spare not a fragment from me"."And in return I will return you as I said, without harm"......... "now begin your story my mind is yours to fill with your words....." the icy chill leaves your thoughts, you know inside that he has left your mind now and that you are free to think again, you summon all your might and say to him.......
You are Green Lantern
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Paragon City, 1977
Samuel White, better known to the citizens of Paragon as "The Laser Gazer," loved the dawn. There was something that made him feel good about life when he looked at the rebirth of the sun, clearing away the aches and pains that came with a rough night on patrol. Currently, the young hero was sneaking back into his brother's gas station, his secret base of operations. Although his older brother didn't like him going out every night to fight crime, it was still an honorable profession. Besides, it was usefull to have a cape watching over your business when the Family came looking for protection money...
This morning, however, was destined to be different. As he opened the back door, he was sure he could hear the muffled cry of an infant coming from the direction of the dumpster nearby. After checking around to see if the baby was around it, he reluctantly opened the lid and was greeted by a frightened baby boy laying naked on the trash. Cautiously, Sam reached in and gently took the child into his arms. The kid was crying up a storm, attracting more attention than Sam would have liked. Quickly, he brought the child into the store.
The police were called shortly thereafter. They took the child to be cared for in a city orphanage. Three years passed, and nobody every came for the child, nor did any foster family seem to want to adopt him.
That changed shortly after his third birthday, celebrated on the day he was found. An elderly immigrant from Hmong, Ichiro Daisuke, began a clandestine series of adoptions of young boys. Altogether, he ended up with 20 orphans.
The old man was in actuality one of the Warriors of the Lightning Blade, one of the sects that formed the Tsoo. Daisuke, however, had seen the light and left them for good. With these boys, he planned to mend his previous errors and do something for the good of the people.
To this end, each of the boys were trained in the ancient ways of fighting. Though they all proved to be apt pupils, the young boy who had been named "Luke," after Sam White's grandfather, mastered every lesson put before him with ease. None of the other boys could beat him in swordfighting, and even Daisuke had his hands full when facing Luke in the ring. He mastered both English and Hmong before any of the other boys, and knew the history of Paragon City and the Hmong Empire before he was ten. It was no surprise, then, that when the boys started going out on missions, it was Luke who was elected to lead them. They were named the Kolat, the Hmong word for righteous vengance.
Their first missions came twelve years after they began training. Daisuke ordered the children to retrieve a sculpture that a small band of Tsoo had stolen from the city's museum of art. Though they were only in their teens, Luke, now codenamed "Darkpool," and six of his "brothers" were able to sneak in undetected by any of the evil ninjas, assassinate their leader, and sneak out before any alarm was raised. This pattern of success would continue for another five years.
It wasn't long before the Tsoo began to notice this new band of young warriors. Although they placed the Kolat on top of their hit list, none of the boys were ever captured or killed. Daisuke began to grow careless in protecting his identity, enjoying the victories his children were winning against his old organization. It was this mistake which would proove fatal.
One of Daisuke's old friends, "Floating Leaf" Chang, managed to track the old man to his home, thanks partially to a tip from a mysterious 5th Column agent. While the Kolat enjoyed a night on the town, Chang snuck into their apartment. Although Daisuke put up a valiant fight, he was unprepared for Chang's attack, and was soon defeated. Chang calmly decapitated Daisuke and hung his head from the ceiling in front of the door, along with a note warning them to stay out of the affairs of the Tsoo.
Their reaction was the exact opposite of what Chang was hoping for. The Kolat redoubled its efforts to bring down the Tsoo, constantly hunting for the man who had killed their adopted father. Darkpool, especially, was unrelenting in his quest for vengance. Many Tsoo enforcers lost their lives as the boys fought ever closer to Chang. The police eventually chalked up the murders to inter-gang warfare, unaware of the existance of the Kolat except for some vague rumors of a band of elite ninja warriors.
It took them seven long years before they caught up with Chang. When they finally found him cowering in the back of a Tsoo tatoo parlor, begging for his life, they showed no mercy. It took the investigators several hours to gather all of the body parts.
Even with this, the boys continued their campaign against their mortal enemies for a few more years. The coming of invaders from another world would shake the Kolat to its foundations.
The first time that many heroes had heard about the Kolat was when Darkpool, along with all of his brothers, snuck into Freedom Corps and managed to get to Statesman before anyone else knew they were there. Darkpool pledged the support of the Kolat to fighting the Rikti, on the condition that they would be allowed to act without having to report to anybody. Statesman, desperate for soldiers, quickly agreed, allowing the Kolat to do what they needed to to stop the invaders.
What happened over the course of the war was pure hell. Seven out of the twenty ninjas died in the first operation when an advanced drone managed to detect their presence. An eighth had to be carried back to their hideout by Darkpool, who risked death himself in the act. Other missions had varying degrees of success, raids on suply depots, covert assassination, recon missions, the Kolat performed admirably in all of these. Yet for every mission accomplished, more of the Kolat fell. In the end, Darkpool had watched all nineteen of his brothers fall to the Rikti.
After the war, Darkpool took up a job as a solo hero. During one of these missions, he met a woman who was being chased by a gang of Devouring Earth monsters. Cutting the plant creatures down, the relieved woman, whom he would later learn was named "Brid," invited him to join the Triumphant Heroes, an invitation he eventually took up.
TRIUMPH
Darkpool- lv 50 Kat/Regen Scrap
Experiment 409- lv 7 En/En Blast
Link Maxwell- lv 4 Peacebringer
Mr Jingle Jangle- lv 4 Psi/Psi Dom
Global @Darkpool
Signature by [url http://www.gameamp.com/death_fetish]Death Fetish[/url]
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TRIUMPH
Darkpool- lv 50 Kat/Regen Scrap
Experiment 409- lv 7 En/En Blast
Link Maxwell- lv 4 Peacebringer
Mr Jingle Jangle- lv 4 Psi/Psi Dom
Global @Darkpool
Signature by [url http://www.gameamp.com/death_fetish]Death Fetish[/url]
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Julie Stein was an ordinary young woman… she had a job, went to college, and had a good family who loved her very much. Then, late one evening as she was walking through Perez Park on her way home from work, she was kidnapped by the Vahizok. She was brought before Dr. Vahz, who was in the process of perfecting a new method of gene splicing. Through his experiments, Julie gained the ability to create and manipulate fire. For many months she was held prisoner, until one day a group of heroes broke into Dr. Vahz’s lair and rescued her. Even though Dr. Vahz escaped, Julie was saved. From that day forward, she took on the name Thermablaze and committed herself to fighting evil in all its forms alongside the Triumphant Heroes of Gameamp! Now she serves as the face of Gameamp, doing media relations work, as well as some cosmetic and clothes modeling, and has even done a bit part on the show CSI: Paragon City.
CoH
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Thermablaze - Level 50 fire/fire blaster - Pargon City Vigilaint Watch
Mr. Uganda - Level 50 storm/dark defender - Global Heroics
Mu'shroom - Level 44 ill/rad controller - Fusion Force
Polar Fury - Level 28 ice/ss tank - Wild Cards
Mr. Haiti - Level 13 claws/dark scrapper - Global Academy
Lady Lupine - Level 25 sonic/energy blaster - Night Shift
Splinterbug - Level 27 spines/regen scrapper
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The Big Red Hurt - Level 34 ss/inv brute Shadow Syndicate
Jagdhund vom Gruft - Level 32 dark/fire brute - Gothic
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The Beginning…
(Fireworks are exploding in the air, it’s December 31, 1999…midnight)
“Well, little healer, welcome to the new millennium and my gift to you for the torment you and your friend have put me through for the past five years!” I looked him straight in the eyes and said, “Let him go or I’ll kill you!” Dr. Vahlizok shook with laughter, “Oh really? You think you are strong enough on your own to beat me? You and this pathetic fool are no match together…what makes you think you can beat me alone. You’re too stupid to figure that I have lead you hear. I orchestrated this get together; you have been unknowing pawns in my game. Now, give me all the research notes you have worked on and I might let you live to see daylight!” As Malcolm struggled to get free, I yelled at Dr. Vahlizok, “Never! The lab and the notes were destroyed…everything is gone!” And with a quick twist and sickening crack of neck bones at the stroke of twelve, Dr. Vahlizok ended the life of my best friend. Now I knew what Sister Psyche was talking about, and I will have to live it for the rest of my life.
What happened? What lead to this point in my life? Well, let’s go back to…
The Start….
March 27, 1990
Journal entry #1 (11:45pm)
I’m writing this journal in case something happens to me. I want the world to know that in the darkness of the invasion, we never gave up.
Our research was privately funded by a secret branch of the government and we were given any and all research information and equipment needed to fulfill this task. Both of us were recruited in our sophomore year of college, basically we vanished off the face of the earth as far as everyone who knew us was concerned. Why were we a perfect choice for this? Both of our families were killed in the first wave of attacks that started the Rikti Invasion, no one would miss us and we were very willing and able to put our intelligence to the task before us. The theory was fallout radiation from the invasion was what triggered the super hero’s powers to “activate”, though it has never been fully proven, it’s that working theory that lead us to start our experiments in college. Malcom started showing unique abilities during freshman year, he could in as few words as possible harness the power of fire. I, on the other hand, showed no abilities at all…which kind of made me curious, since we were together on the day of the attack and both of us bathed in radiation. It got me thinking, hundreds of thousands died during the first barrage of weapons fire from the Rikti, but, those that didn’t, suffered no ill effects of radiation poisoning and still more started manifesting abilities you could only dream of possessing, comic book stuff.
With my obsession for finding the answer, I turned to medicine as my major in college and Malcolm studied molecular biochemistry. We aced our classes and were accepted without hesitation to the research facilities of the college, and without knowing it, was being watched by the government. Four months into our research, we were approached by the government to head up a division of research that not even the president had knowledge of…yet. It also seems I was wrong, I did have a power, though not a physical ability, it was mental...I showed an eerie understanding of medicine and biology, I could grasp concepts of the human genome that took researchers decades to understand. One of the other researchers called it “Acquired Intelligence”, it was explained as someone showing knowledge of information that they had no prior knowledge of before.
Big deal! In the eyes of the government, I was a “silent hero” not useful in combat. Malcolm, on the other hand, was very useful in and out of the lab. He was approached by a super group and quickly called on missions to help rebuild mankind…when the government said it was OK.
April 20, 1992
Journal entry #6
Our contact for the government, Prescott, called us into his office this afternoon and handed me and Malcolm a folder containing information on a mysterious unseen person known as Dr. Vahlizok. Though the folder was thin, it did indicate that the doctor was also working with genetic mutation, though, not for the good of mankind. He is psychotic, delusional and bent on creating an army of zombies to dominate the world. He makes Hitler look like a grade school bully. Prescott told us the folder was delivered by Sister Psyche, who explained the information was gathered by a secret agent in the Dr’s group, and when asked why she chose this facility to give the information to, he said her reply was, “The future doctor will need this information in the upcoming battle against Vahlizok…there is more to the folder then the eye can see. In time, it will pick him up when the way is blocked.”
Color me confused.
August 5, 1992
Journal entry #14
Vahlizok struck again, this time a busload of children. The son of a bitch harvested body parts of children for his twisted experiments! Malcolm and his group have been asking me to go with them on missions, not to fight, but, to try and gather information on Vahlizok’s experiments. Without anyone knowing, I’m also using that information to help our own experiments. Using a villains research against humanity to help us find hope for humanity didn’t seem like an ethical problem to me. The blood samples show slight differences when looked at side by side with normal blood samples, and when compared to blood samples from those with abilities, they were almost identical, except for slightly higher radiation levels.
March 10, 1993
Journal entry #17
All I can say is…Oh my God!
The folder that Sister Psyche gave us a few years ago did in have more then meets the eye! Prescott had come to the lab to give us the news that one of the latest victims of Dr. V was a former classmate. Malcolm got so mad, you could feel the heat rising in the room, but, more importantly the papers in his hand started revealing hidden notes, as lame as it sounds, written in invisible ink! I snatched the papers from his hands before they caught fire. They were from the secret agent, there was scientific notations, formulas and calibration settings for radiological equipment…in short, a major break thru for us! Before I could say anything, Prescott was running out of the lab to call his superiors.
November 18, 1993
Journal entry #23
The bastard can read my mind! Although we aren’t close enough to test the experiment yet, Prescott has expressly forbidden me to use it on myself. He said there are test subjects that have been preparing for years for the day we are ready to try it.
When Prescott left the lab, I looked at Malcolm and said I would not use the procedure on anyone until I knew it was safe and no one, but me, will go into the chamber. Malcolm look around the lab and smirked, “I know” he whispered, “We have known for awhile of your intentions with the machine.” I asked him what he meant. “Sister Psyche has had her third eye on you since the beginning. A mystic told her you would be a fighting force against the coming darkness. Sister has also been in contact with trusted scientists reconstructing our lab. Prescott is not who he seems and is not on our side…he is working for Vahlizok. He’s been sending him our notes since day one. Sister tells me, it’s time to leave, the closer we get to perfecting the procedure the more danger our lives are in, we are, to be blunt, expendable when the research is done. My team mates are expecting you to move into our headquarters where you’ll be safe and can complete the research and take your place by our side. We’ve been best friends for almost 15 years and I’ve never had to say this once, but, I have to say it now, Steve, trust me when I tell you, do not let on when Prescott comes back in, he will try to kill you without hesitation if you are not careful, hell, he’ll try to kill both of us, but, will go for you first. You are more important then you realize and your knowledge is the one thing that can change the tide against the coming darkness. Sister told me to tell you, everything will become clear the day you face the abyss. Now quietly start deleting files off the computers, we vacate when Prescott leaves for the night.”
It was about 10pm when Prescott came by to say good night…and all I want to do was smash his lying face, and kick myself for not seeing through the deceit. Fifteen minutes after he left, Malcolm pulled a device from his pocket and flipped a switch. “Ok.” He said, “Cameras are down and all the frequencies are jammed. We have work to do.” For the next hour, we destroyed everything connected to the research, when we left, the lab was smoldering. We had to hurry the jamming device would be out of power and the alarms would go off. As we drove past the gates, the alarms went off…and my life changed forever more.
June 18, 1994
Journal entry #25 (7:48pm)
We did it! Malcolm and I finally did it! We figured out the bonding sequence of the genetic coding that dampens the inherent abilities of all men and women…in short, we found a way to make a super hero from those whose powers are latent, like me.
The final solution was in the secret notes Sister had given us...the pick me up that blocked me from the answer. It was so simple, increase one point of irradiation at one specific DNA strand and the latent abilities mutate and awaken.
I’m about to step into the chamber and try the procedure. Sister Psyche walked up to me…She said, “Be sure of this moment, Dr. Once you start, certain events will take place that you cannot change. Some of which will be more painful then you could possibly imagine.” I have no idea what she’s talking about…though my heart tells me I have to do this, no matter the cost.
October 31, 1994
Journal entry #30
It’s been a little over four months since I stepped out of the chamber…my powers manifested themselves quickly, during a training exercise, one of Malcolm’s team mates fell off a ledge, I ran to him and as I touched him, energies exploded out of my hands and we were covered in a green light and his pain and injuries vanished! My powers! I was a healer…how ironic, my powers would be connected to my very profession. Then it hit me, what Sister Pysche said, “The future doctor, the notes would be a pick me up…” I took the play on words…Dr. PickMeUp is born. Though that wasn’t the end of it…we were in the common room watching the news later that evening, when a story came on involving Dr. Vahlizok. I got so angry hearing about his latest massacre…I mean uncontrollable anger welled up inside of me, I suddenly got light headed and the television blew up! When the smoke cleared, all eyes were on me, “Well”, Malcolm laughed, “At least we know you have combat powers also.” I heard a noise behind me and turned to see Sister Psyche standing in the doorway, with a sad look in her eyes. As she turned to leave, she said, “Your journey is now beginning. The future has no guarantees now.” She’s wrong, the future of Dr. Vahlizok is going to end…I’m going to make sure of that.
January 25, 1995
Journal entry #35
The war against Vahlizok has started…my personal war, he is everything I am not, and he must be stopped. His experiments are vile and disgusting, not realizing the notes that Prescott was giving him was altered by Malcolm, his time in the chamber mutated him and destroyed any sanity that might be left…we found what was left of Prescott’s body on one the small islands in Talos Island’s bay. I guess the “good” Dr. wasn’t too happy with the results of the research. Speaking of Dr.s…Dr. PickMeUp made his debut tonight and it wasn’t too bad. It wasn’t against Vahlizok, I’m not that strong yet. It was a gang fight between the Skulls and the Hellions…Malcolm and I snuck up on them and ended the fight…with his fire and my radiation, it ended quickly. What little injuries we sustained, were quickly healed by my growing power.
March 1, 1995
Journal entry #38
I talked to Sister Psyche today…and she agreed with me, everyone must forget me and Malcolm. With the two of us going full tilt against Vahlizok every chance we get, the others are in danger, everyone we meet is in danger. Vahlizok is starting to attack everyone that has ever seen me or Malcolm…everyone we help is later attacked by his legion of zombies. The mystics that help Sister have cast a spell they say will even affect Dr. Vahlizok. They have clouded the minds of everyone in Paragon City…no one remembers us, we are alone. The lab and every scrap of information of the experiment was destroyed. If it ever fell into the wrong hands, this city would fall into darkness and be lost forever.
December 30, 1999
Journal entry #60
We have him, we know where is going to be tomorrow night. We have been hounding Dr. V for the past five years, and we have pissed him off to the point of no return, the road we have traveled has led us here. Sister told us we must face him, this part of the journey is almost at an end. What happens tomorrow night will start the journey on another path of our destinies.
(reposted from Roleplaying - welcome)
Ms Gibraltar
Stone/Stone Tanker Level 50
Triumph - Global Legends (retired but available)
Mr. Gibraltar
Dark/Empath Defender Level 6
Triumph - Global Academy
Sniper 1
AR/Energy Blaster Level 37
Triumph- Paragon City Vigilant Watch
Perky Dan
MC/Rad Controller Level 35
Triumph - The Triumphant 5
Howler Monkey
Sonic/Sonic Defender Level 26
Triumph
Cry Baybee
Sonic/Energy Blaster Level 18
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Jethira ral was just an ordinary girl who showed promise as a priestess. According to custom anyone who was inclined toward magic was taken into the Clergy of the Earth and trained to help preserve the balance. Little did she know that she was destined for greater things. After attaining the rank of Neophyte she was sent back to her village to provide protection and healing. When she got back a great celebration was held. There was much fun and drinking. After the party Jethira met with the town elders to discuss the needs of the small village. Once this meeting was over she was told that the village had pooled their wealth and constructed a temple to the Earth Mother where Jethira would be welcome to sleep. As tears ran down her eyes at the generousity of the town, she suddenly realized she was incredibly weray and had to sleep. She bid her goodbyes, and walked to the temple. As she prepared for bed a strange feeling came over her. She felt as tho she were being watched but attributed it to her excitement at her new home. As her head hit the pillow her last thought was "This will be a great life." The next thing she knew she woke up in paragon city and the rest is history. (sorta. Check out my stories if you want more)
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:there is blackness, and a lone masked figure. There is neiter ground, nor sky, just our hero, and "the throne".
He's taken back at first,
"Oy, wanker, can't a bloke fly through Atlas anymore without dealing with you mind types butting through his bleeding head."
The figure on the throne looks unamused.
"Right, I've delt with enough of you blooming mind types to work my way through this." Flagg raises his left hand, and an icy blue flame sparkles in his eye. The throne is engulfed in a glittering prism of ice. "See how well your blooming head trip likes absolute zero you sod."
The throne shimmers for a second, and shifts out of the ice, sliding out from it like a figure from behind a screen door.
"Bugger me, that didn't go as planned."
"Mortal" the cold voice resonates in the back of his mind like a murder fo crows "I am all that exists here...your actions...displease me." The light eminating grow brighter, turning the black void white.
"Oy, fine, enough with the high and mighty routine. I got it, you need your little head trip and I'm not going to muscle you into letting me go. So we can either play things the way you want, or I get to wander in my mind? Bloody hell, for all I know I'm drugged up by a blooming Circle of Thorns Dart.
Blue Flagg crosses his arms, the fire in his eyes buring bright.
"So, you want a story, you're barking up the wrong tree. I cant even remember my bleeding name you loopy headtriper."
"Tell me a story." The voice demands, "Your story for your freedom."
"Give me a cup o' coffie and I'll consider it."
The figure of white smiles. A table and chair appear behind Blue Flagg, whith a cup of black coffie.
"Swear to God" flag mutters under his breath, "life just doesnt' get dull around here does it."
He sits down, fidgets in his cape, and looks back up. "Mind getting me my civies, this could be awhile and this bleedin' spandex wrinkles like you wouldn't belive."
"As you wish, think it and it shall be" the voice whispers.
"Just like that aye? So if I wanted to be wearing an armani all I'ld have to do is..."His black and blue superhero uniform changes in the blink of an eye, replaced with a black silk suit. "Nice trick, but I'ld much rather"
The suit is gone, replaced with a t-shirt, blue jeans, and black leather jacket. His full mask replaced with a half bandanapulled up to his eyes. The upper portion of his face is scarred, the skin almost white, criss crossed with numerous blackened leathery burn marks.
"Must be easy for blokes like you...no dry cleaning bills. You'll pardon me if I don't take off my mask, I don't think you'ld like what you'ld see underneath."
"Right, you want a story, here's all I know." Black gloved hands reach out for the coffee. "The first thing I remember is fire...and screaming. There were people...
no. No the first thing I remember is this."
He looks down into the black coffie...the cup appears to grow, taking up the entire field of view.
"The first thing I remember is a girl, she cant be more then 8 years old. She's dressed in black, and she's crying." "
The black becomes grey, and a cemetary, overcast with storm clouds emerges like a ship in the fog. It's dark, cold, damp, the trees have lost their leaves, and the cold chill of fall has settled in. There are two children standing by a grave, with a faceless audience seated around them.
A dark figure walks out from behind a tree, light breaks through him, and shadows swirl around him like dust in a tornado.
"And I remember a man, who was there, like in a dream, where you know someone's there, but they aint. He's wearing a leather jacket, a long leather jacket, and a black suit, with one of those big hats like you see guys on safari wearing...a duster...I think they're called, ya know like one of those ganster hats...but...bigger. And he's wearing a mask like mine, like a scarf, or a bandana..but not quite, and you can only see his eyes...and they're glowing red."
We see Blue Flagg's chared face for an instant. His eyes are blue...the figure stands directly behind him and lays a hand on his shoulder.
"And I remember...I distinctivly remember this...this guy who was there but wasn't there...like, he was important...for some reason. Normaly guys with glowing red eyes would cause some concern, but him...for some reason...well he didn't. He was...I donno, he was familiar. He was there to help."
"Meh, it's probibly just a dream."
The cemetary fades back to white, and then the void goes black.
"What I DO remember is this: There was screaming, and smoke and fire, and I remember feeling like I was falling."
Flames erupt. We're wisked to a passanger plane, it's cabin. There's a hole in the cabin, and debris is being sucked out.
"There's a woman sitting next to me, she must be in her 40's...and she's crying, sobbing hysterically. Then...then I don't know, we must have crashed because the next thing I rember."
Everything fades to black, and there are voices.
"Is he one of them?"
"Yes, one of the three that made it."
"And the others, are they potentials too?"
"They all test positive."
"Excellent. Prep him for the mind wipes, I'll report to the countess and let her know that we got lucky this time."
Explosions are heard, and theres yelling...some of it sounds like military personelle shouting panicked commands.
"Manticore, how did he..."
"Move the new..."
"Scrap the salvage opera...."
"Kill the remaining subjects, we cant let them..."
And things go silent.
"Looks like one made it out alive Manticore."
A voice echoes ghostly, "That poor soul, let's get him to Chiron, he'ld probibly be safest there. I'll let Liberty know she's got a special one to keep her eye on."
The darkness turns to blining white light. There are beeping sounds, and the clatter of hospital traffic.
"Hi there, can you hear me? My names Susan, you've gone through one heck of a mess. Near as we can tell your plane went down. Do you feel any pain?"
"No" my voice is cracked, raspy, inhuman. "Where..am.."
"You're in the Chiron Medical Center burn ward. You've been here for about two months. Can you tell me your name?"
"I...I cant...I cant remember."
"It's allright, get some rest."
The void fades to black. Pull out, the rims of a cup of coffee come into view, and we're once again staring at a table with a cup of coffee sitting on it.
"That's what I first remember. The blackness, the voices, the woman sobbing. The light...Susan...christ, that was a..."
Back to white light. A figure in bandages is slowly learning to walk upright.
A young woman in her 20's dressed in scrubs and a lab coat is standing next to him.
"You're showing remarkable recovery. Most patinets would take months to do what you've done in just a few weeks."
"Well, they probibly don't have a bloomin' harpy standing over them."
"I'll take that to mean you're feeling better?"
Underneath the bandages, he smiles. "I can walk now, can't I? That should say all you need to know."
"So, do you remember anything? Your name? What happened?"
"Still don't remember anything but what I've told you. Fire, voices, even that's a little sketchy."
"I'm sure it will come."
"Doc,"
"Susan, you can call me Susan."
"Doc, when can I see...well...when do the...I mean...a mirror, when I can I see."
"Not, it's not pretty."
"Yeah, but I can grow hair, that's gotta count for something."
"There was a lot of damage. You lost 90% of your skin in the fire. How you're able to even move now..."
"It hurts like a buggar but it's only pain. I want to see my face doc."
"In time, we're already working with some of the brightest out there to come up with some new skin grafts. You're lucky, after the Riki war we had some amazing breakthroughs..."
"Doc, I can walk, I can eat, I can hold a blooming fork. Let me see my face."
"Tomorrow, I promise."
We're back to black. Blue Flagg sits with his back to us, the throne is in front of him, making him a black outline against white light.
"Tomorrow never came. The hospital was hit by the Vahlizok...That was."
Sounds of panic, strange gutteral moans.
"Get the corpses."
A familiar voice shouts out in a paniced shreik "Help, someone call the poliece. Someone." Susan falls with a thud as an Abomination bats her across the room.
"Bring her, and all the witnesses."
"NO" I shout out, my voice is stronger then I've ever heard it...
"Another one" a Mortificator sneers "harvest him and bring whats left."
My anger flares, and the bandages on my hands become icy. The room chills quickly, frost forms an icy lattice across glass and tile.
"BURN." The mortifier bursts into flame. The rest of the Vahlizok look shocked. I don't give them a chance to get their bearings. I raise one hand and one of them becomes trapped in ice. Another one finds himself blasted with a plume of intense heat, searing the rotten flesh.
It was the Abomination that I should have kept my eyes open for. He sucker punches me in the gut. I fall over, my tender nerves flare up. The burns make the pain ten times worse. I black out...
"Take what you can, we've lost to much time!"
"This one?" I feel a ragged hand tear apart my bandages.
"No, leave that one. To burned, to useless, only want the fresh parts."
I was out for five minutes, my stomach still burning. I picked myself up off of the floor and stunbled into the hallway. A large mirror, now shattered from the raid lined the walls of the hallway across from the door to my room. that was when I first saw my face.
I had hair, a thin stubbly layer of it. The rest of my face was leathery, charred and cracked. I sat there, horrified. I looked worse then the creatures I had just fought.
"You...you a hero?" Someone said, I turned around slowly seeing a frightened janitor emerging from hiding.
"I...yes, yes I am."
"You look aweful."
"You should have seen the other guy."
"You gotta hurry...they took her, they took Doctor Conners."
"Susan?!?"
"I don't know where they went, but the one you froze, well he aint moving anywhere."
I look down the hallway, still encased in ice is the Reaper that I had frozen.
"Call the cops, I'll try and help."
I walk over to the Reaper, my fingers tingle a bit and I look down, flames are dancing from my finger tips.
"You...hero...you cant."
"SHUT UP! Here's how this works stinky, I ask questions, you give me answers. Since I'm guessing we don't have a lot of time, you hold out on me, I start melting small bits off of you."
"Do your worst, I'll never talk."
He talked. They always talk when the smell of their burning eyebrows reach their nostrils.
"Cops are on their way, uh...uh..."
I look at the cover of a magazine, a hero wrapped in what looks like the Union Jack stands heroicaly.
"Flag, Blue Flagg."
"Uh, cops are on their way Blue Flagg."
"I need to go after them, the cops are not going to move on this on time."
"Sure thing, but you cant go out there like that."
"Oh," I touch my scarred face, "Right, I could be mistaken as some sort of...well one of them couldn't I."
"Here," He grabs a dark blue hospital scrub and a pair of sizzors and makes a crude mask "This will help."
"I cant quite go out there in this either now can I?" My hospital gown dangles off of me, smudged with soot and blood.
"Here, take my spair set of clothes, looks like they may be a little big for you, but it's better then nothing."
"Right."
I throw on the t-shirts and blue jeans, and grab a pair of boots from one of the lockers. My skin burns as a thousand live nerve endings feel the coarsness of denim scrape against them, I wince and brush it off. It's just pain. Pain I can deal with.
"Blue Flagg."
"Yes?"
"Get her back."
"I will, I promise."
The room goes black.
"Never promise something you cant keep."
There are sloshing sounds, feet running through water. It's dark in the sewers, the only light comes filtered through storm drains and manhole covers. I cant risk using my own "light", cant afford to tip them off.
It wouldn't matter anyway, I find the first mob of them, must be nearly a dozen. I take out the Abominations first, they burst into flame like dry kindling. The Cadavars are next, some I freeze and leave, knowing that I don't have the luxury of taking them down.
They throw punches, The pain comes, and it comes quickly. Nerves already streached to their threshold explode anew with the sickingly pain that bites into me like knived teeth.
Brush it off, it's just pain.
My shirt becomes sticky with each punch, my cracked skin oozes and bleeds...
Brush it off, it's just pain.
Another wave comes. I realize that I'm going to have to get creative.
I see a water main, I focus, freezing it quickly and then shattering the frozen pipe with my clenched fist. The water comes in torrents. I close my eyes, and freeze it solid, stranding the mob of Vahlizok heep deep in a block of sewage. I skate past them, and make a turn for the home streach, but not before a Reaper dart nicks me in the back.
Brush it off, it's just pain. Do this for the Doc.
But I cant just brush it off, something in the dart, something slowing me down. I feel my world slowly becoming black.
I don't have time to penny ante this crap anymore. I see another mob heading towards me, I pray it's the last one...There's a gas line above me. I reach up, freeze the metal, and crack it open.
Methane, that rotting smell, purs forth. I focus a single spark and dive under water.
It's pure chaos. Animated corpses run, screaming gutteral screams, and begin dropping.
"Fire...bad." I growl. I close my eyes and freeze the methane solid. It'll have to hold, I don't have time for anything else.
That's when I find them. The bodies...dozens of them.
Some of them have been here for awhile. Some of them...some of them are fresh.
That's when I hear them. The sounds of bone saws...
****
I wake up. The same dream. The man in white, the Vahlizok, my first failure. No matter how many times I relive it, I'll never get over it.
I turn on the tele and light up a fag. My lips, charred and cracked bleed a little on the filter.
There's a news conferance. Synapse is talking about some team of heroes triumphant defeat of the clockwork in Boomtown.
And that's when I see her. A little girl, dressed in black.
She's 8 years older then I remember her.
"Mandy?"
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Vincent Vanderbilt was a bright young college student at a school in New England. Majoring in Chemistry with a double minor in Physics and Thermodynamics, Vincent jumped at the offer of an internship at the HQ of a well known appliance manufacturer. Sent to the R&D Department, Vincent was eager to impress his new bosses on his first day, so he quickly volunteered to take first-hand notes of a new experiemental process in which a recently discovered element was to be bonded to the tungsten in light bulbs, making an ultra-effecient light source for a fraction of the cost in energy. The process began well, but during the experiment, something went horribly wrong. The tungsten rejected the new element in a violent explosion of electrical energy, which engulfed half the building in a radiant glow of light. The blast was so bright, it was even seen from space by the astronauts preparing to descend back to Earth.
Vincent awoke months later in the hospital, covered in bandages from head to toe. He began to tear away at his bandages, as doctors rushed into the room to restrain him. He powered through their restraints and managed to get the coverings off his face. The doctors stepped back in awe. Vincent called out for a mirror, and finally one of the nurses handed him one. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. Then he looked at his reflection: he looked completely unharmed! The doctors couldn't come up for an explaination as to what happened.
Vincent was eager to return to his studies and his job. His co-workers welcomed him back and his superiors applauded his courage in coming back to his job after such a terrible accident. But something wasn't right. Strange things started happening. Doorknobs kept shocking him. Light bulbs kept exploding when he raised his voice. Static cling was a constant problem. As time elapsed, the problems grew. He noticed more changes in himself, and came to a realization: the accident had altered his genetic makeup! He used his free time at work to experiment on himself. The accident had bonded the new element with his body and given him all the properties of the atom. He quickly learned to adapt his skills, shooting bolts of lightning and balls of exploding energy; making mobile pets of static energy and emititing shockwaves of electricty.
And thus, Vince Voltage was born. Defending the defenseless and helping the helpless. Using his gift of power for good. For now...
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Das Carrot
David Anthony was the top German researcher in the agricultural field dealing with gene splitting of vegetables. He had already introduced a new hybrid of spinach that contained 200% of the daily nutrients normally found in spinach. His latest project was increasing the antioxidants and nutrients of carrots.
Agriculture has always come natural to David. His Father was a famous scientist in the genetics while his grandfather was a farmer (he must have been a wonderful farmer; he was always out standing in his field).
David was studying a sample from a pumpkin that was obtained from Croatoa by a local superhero. He had mixed the genes from the pumpkin and spliced them with the carrot’s genetic code. He was going over his research notes when he reached for his glass of juice he made with his Jack Lelane Juicer.
What David did not realize was that his whole life was about to change. Instead of his drink, he picked up the beaker of genetically altered carrot juice. It wasn’t until he had drunk most of the beaker did he realize what he had done. Everything went orange, then black.
When he came to he was in the hospital. He had apparently been in a coma for about 2 weeks. He unplugged the wires and tubes and put his clothes on. He looked in the mirror and was surprised to see that his skin was a soft shade of orange. He stumbled backwards and knocked into another bed with a patient who had been badly burned. He turned and touched the man to say sorry. A green glow came from David’s hand and the man’s burns were healed.
It took time but David has learned that the altered juice he drank gave him tremendous healing abilities. He has taken on the title of Das Carrot to help support the heroes of this world. He strives to be out standing in a field of his own some day.
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does any one even relpy to this topic anymore?
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we do when someone replies to it
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Nowadays you can nicely put your hero's story in the game history of your profile. If you want to read my backgrounds, click on any of the names in my signature.
Although, I agree it is nice to just have a thread of great stories. Much more convinient.
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I remember the screaming. It hurt so bad. I couldn’t keep them all out. Those voices. No, not voices. Thoughts. Other peoples thoughts. All chaos. All random. All so very, very loud. That was the day I found out about my psionic abilities. I could read minds back then. I can’t anymore. I tried so hard not to hear the voices back in those days that I actually lost the ability to do so. I think it’s all in my head. Humph, yes… pun intended. So I can’t do that anymore. I can do other things though. Really neat things. And my powers grow the more I use them.
I can crush things with a thought. It stops those gang members in their tracks. And it hurts. And it’s really tough to avoid a telekinetic attack. Why, you ask? Can you see it coming? No? Guess that makes it tough to avoid, huh? But that’s not all I can do. There’s more.
You see, my Mother was a witch. Yeah, I know a few spells to make things interesting. I guess Metallica said it best in one of their songs, “My Mother was a witch. She was burned alive.”
She was too. I saw the mages do it. They burned her in some ritual they were doing. And now the Wizards want me for my ability to wield.
And then there's the Government. They say I'm a Mentat. And they want me so they can figure out how it all works. Hard to say who’ll win. Me, the Wizards or the Government.
Now, if you please, stay out of my head. You see, I'm 18 now. I'm out on my own. Now I can seek those that think might makes right. It doesn't. It never has. With power must come principles. I won't kill them for what they did. But I'll be sure they stay locked up for a very, very long time. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have some hunting to do.
Amanda "Malificent" Hale
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