RPG Dark City: A Super Humans' Tale (Page 1 of 6)

Name:  Michael Shaw
Nickname:  Mimik
Age: 26
Affiliation:  Good
Appearance:   (Yes that is Bobby Drake of the X-Men.  Just ignore the X's and you have Michael Shaw)
Powers:  Michael can mimic whatever he touches be it animate or inanimate.  He can mimic the powers of supers for a bit.  How much he absorbs is based on how long he was touching.  He can't stay in that form forever or he will get tired.  And he can control his powers unlike Rogue for example.  As a sidenote his clothes do not change with him.  If you have any questions about other restrictions PM me.
Personality:  Michael is a cocky guy.  Almost to a point of being obnoxious.  Only around his close friends though.  He's always trying to make an impression on those he meets.
Brief History:  When his powers manifested when he was 16 his parents cast him out.  A group of mutants took him and and he now is with them.

Michael strolled down the dark streets whistling a happy tune which seemed to bounce off the dingy, grimy walls.  Michael took a deep breath of the stale air and smiled.  No matter how dirty Norton Peak was it was his home.  And Michael was going to do all in his 'power' to clean it up.  That's why he loved the Redeemers, the group of mutants that had taken him in.  They were looking to cleanse the town of its filthy underworld into something to be proud of. 

"Yo kid.  Why so happy?"

Michael was jarred out his daydream walk by a harsh voice.  He was face to face big ugly thug with a pipe.  Looking around he saw two others behind this one thug, one brandishing a chain and the other a gun, sneers on their faces. 

"Get into the alley.  Now."

Michael smiled.  "Why certainly gentlemen.  And to what do I owe this pleasure?"

"Cute kid.  Just take out the wallet and we won't beat you.  That much."  The others chuckled.  Michael casually leaned back discreetly placing his hand against the brick wall behind him.  He felt his hand solidify as it turned to brick. 

"I'm afraid I can't do that."

"Oh?  Well then we'll have to take it off your lifeless body."  He took a mighty swing and Michael brought his hand in front of his face blocking the pipe.  The pipe bounced harmless off the stone arm and clattered out of the shocked thugs hands.  Michael quickly bent down and grabbed the pipe allowing himself to become fully metal.  His metallic teeth glinted in the low light. 

"Now where were we?  Oh yes."  Michael grabbed the shocked man in front of him and threw him into the one with the chain.  They both crashed onto the ground as the one with the gun opened fire.  Michael laughed as the bullets pinged off his body.  He grabbed the gun and crushed it.  Picking up the man he threw him against the wall.  He chuckled as he wiped his hands and surveyed the three motionless forms.  He slowly let himself become human again and walked back onto the street to a discreet warehouse in the city.  Home of the Redeemers.

Name:Tharus (Born Benjamin F. Turner)
Alias: The Huntsman
Age: 63
Affiliation: None, does more good then bad, but is wanted by the government, and has a shoot on sight order on his head. Sometimes works with the Redeemers
Appearance:http://i236.photobucket.com/albums/ff78 … Theron.jpg lower body has a long, tattered kama type thingy. seven foot 3 inches tall
Powers: Tharus is faster then a normal human, and stronger as well, he is a strong psychic, however his abilities are very unrefined. His psychic strength sometimes causes residents of the city to have dreams, seeing dark caverns and ancient tunnels. He sometimes appears to psychics in the city, people who are mutants but don't even realize it themselves. Has a sort of unconscious precognition, which sometimes warns others of impending danger. This only occurs when Thanus is asleep.
Equipment:a bow(http://i236.photobucket.com/albums/ff78 … Torque.jpg) with multiple types of arrows, explosive, poison etc. a large knife, and a .45 revolver. (this does not include any weapons he may or may not snag along the way)

The child was born sixty three years ago on the eighth of January. He was born blind, but he was not sightless, he quickly developed his own way to perceive the world around him, as those who are born with a disability naturally compensate. His sense of smell, touch, hearing and his sixth sense were strengthened by his lack of sight. By his fourth birthday, his unseeing eyes had darkend and turned almost black. This change unnerved his mother, and he was made to wear a blindfold when in his home, and darkend glasses when in public.

In the child's sixth yeah on this earth he gained an odd rash on his left calf, the doctor was unable to reach a diagnosis within a week the rash had gone away, but an odd scaly patch of flesh had taken its place. The new flesh was tough and thick, cold to the touch like a scale on a reptile. By the child's tenth year the childs amrs legs and head were covered in them. He was locked away inside his house. His hair had been lost, and his nose had began to shrink away.

His parents were disturbed by this creature, and so they decided to dispose of the child which had once been their son. The father took the creature to a cave, and pushed it inside, it fell down into a pit, and the childs father was certain the creature would die.

But to survive was to endure and prosper, and the child had most certainly survived.

The cave was part of a system which ran underneath Norton Peak, there was adequate water and there was life in the cave.

By the time the boy had reached the age at which puberty would begin for normal humans, his nose was a slight bump on his face with two slits for nostrils. He was five feet 10 inches tall and he was very muscular, he no longer spoke his words, he now hissed them.

The child had made ventures to the city, stolen what he needed to survive, taken things, made himself armor, for life in the caves was dangerous.

He acquired a strange bow and learned its workings.

The child named himself Tharus.

Tharus became aware of others like himself, other mutants, some who used their abilities to help others, others who used them for their own gains. Tharus himself used his advantages to survive in the caves.

Tharus noticed the amount of mutants increasing, and began to make his trips to the surface more regular.

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The man slept on the couch, he had a pistol clutched in his hand, as he did every night now. The couch was turned back to the door, and anyone who broke in might not check to see if there was a man on the couch, and if they didnt they certainly wouldn't notice him until they were bleeding to death. As he slept a vision touched his mind. He was in a dark cave, light glowing from something, his first thought was fungus, he had heard of glowing cave plants, but he knew that was wrong. Before him stood something....It was tall,  six and a half feet at least, and muscular, wearing thick black and red leather, it had a mask, and only its mouth and chin were showing. The things teeth scared the man, they were long and sharp, a carnivores teeth. It spoke, but its mouth didnt move. The man knew this was a dream, it had to be, so it didnt disturb him as greatly as the thing that stood before him "Suffer......." the thing hissed, pointing at him.

He woke with a start already forgetting the creature in his dream. He stood to turn on the light, when the door was kicked down. He was shot and fell to the ground bleeding. The man who had shot him stepped in. "Mr. Haze warned you about what would happen if you didnt pay on time. I guess you should have listened."

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Tharus was crouching on top of a building, his head turned, as if he were looking at his surroundings. His bow was slung on his back. He had seen the man be pulled into the alley by the thugs, he saw him attack the thugs and then saw him walk into the redeemers base of operations. He lept from the roof and crossed the street with agility uncanny for a creature as big as himself and followed the man in.

((NOTE: no he isnt a lizard-person, idk if their even scales, but the locust from GoW look scaley so...))

In the Dark it was created. A weapon of Man. Bred to destroy other men...To be intelligent, powerful and cunning. It beamed with purpose un-afraid, and fully aware of its power willing to use it in anyway for its masters. It was the dream of a mad-man: To bind human and animal DNA into a startlingly powerful, and resilient weapon.
But its power proved to be to great.
The kind of genetic mutation the weapon would eventually be able to learn and achieve would prove disastrous to all of man, and was deemed a threat to national security.
So the weapon was to be destoryed. In the deepths of a secret underground military installation, the loyal weapon was betrayed by its masters. Man took flame to the beast, taking no mind of the creatures howling screams of shock and sadness at there betrayal. The creature they had nursed as a baby, to adulthood.
Screams turned to wimpering as its regeneration powers were overwhelmed by the flame, and only proved to slow its death. The beast threw itself to the floor refusing to fight. It lay there convulsing intill it was nothing but ash. Having no remorse for the creature, Its ashes were thrown to the sea, and denied a traditionel burial. They drifed across the US coastline intill they arrived at the Norton Peak cave system.
And there...It began again, from one cell, one tiny little cell, close to death itself: Split into another cell, and that cell in turn split and so on and so forth, feeding off the fungas and other single celled organisims in the sewers. Intill...It was once more, in bodily shape, whole once more. But Its memories un-intact.
Once again, it lies in the dark. This time afraid and without meaning. Un-aware, that it has the power to destroy man-kind...

Official Designation: Project LANSA

Assumed Name: The Weapon

Gender: No Gender

Age: 63 years and 6 months

Affiliation: Finding out what has happened to It, then...You''ll find out.

Appearance:  http://wh40k.lexicanum.com/mediawiki/im … orld_2.jpg
Its is around 4 feet tall (but is growing rapidly). It has (instead of just one) four fingers on each hand, and a thumb. Its blades are also sleeker and retractable.

Known: Powers: Regeneration i;e: It can grow back limbs and heal wounds easily, and is capable of surviving just about anything that is thrown at It. It can even be reduced to smouldering ashes and still surrvive. (However, the time it takes to regenerate that amount of mass would take close to a whole lifetime) As long as one cell of Its body is alive, then so is It.

Slight Physic Awarness: It is a very small and un-used awareness, except when used for hunting, and other rare occasion which then it seems to kick in on its own. The Weapon refers to this as 'See-Feeling'.

Un-known power: DNA hard-wired inteligence: This means that even if It is reduced to a single celled organisim, that whatever It learned before hand was hard-wired into Its DNA, and as soon as It has a mind able to hold the information it automaticly kicks in, the time it takes to do this is unknown, but is probably close at hand...

Weakness: Thermophobia, It is afraid of major heat sources. (i;e the sun, fire, ect.)

Personality:  Is essentially an animal, with animal like behaviour, but It also has a high intelligence level as well, which is bording on human consciousness, which means It is capable of feeling emotion on a near human level, and can take part in basic communication with humans.

Memory: All the creature can remember is pain and fire from its past, so it does its best to block it out all together, slowing down the regeneration of its brain cells and mind. It will eventually remember everything, but not for awhile. The only other thing it knows is that it was refered to as 'The Weapon'. So that is what it calls its self.

Flame. Sadness. Pain. Betrayal. Shock. These were Its memories, all of these things caused It nothing but grief, and more pain. So It bloted them out, hurling them to the ends of Its mind, putting them away so as not to deal with them, or what they meant. It brought itself back to the here and the now, Its blades piercing the small mammal's flesh and eating. Violence always brought back those terrible memories, It didnt know why, they just did. For this reason he hunted as little as possible, starving Itself if necessary. By doing this It learned that It could go for months with out food or water, but the pain THAT caused was far greater than Its memories, so It had hunted and eaten. During the months of It's fasting It had gone exploring  to pass the time. Finding an occasionally intresting object or place. It was doing this that he had discovered The Other.
As soon as It saw-felt The Other, It had fled at once, fearing that it might be the source of Its memory-pain. It had then retreated as far as It could in a state of panic and terror for several weeks. However the hunger pains soon became unbearable, which forced him into action. It soon found out that the being he had saw-felt was not to cause of Its pain, he however remained very wary of The Other.

Name: Zachary Cale, AKA: Reaper

Age: 28

Gender: Male

Affiliation: Whoever pays best, although he is currently working alongside a very hush-hush organization dedicated to rounding up and incarcerating metahumans.  While seeming like an ordinary mercenary, he only does what he does in an effort to protect and care for his family, namely his younger brother.

Appearance:
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Powers:
He can go intangible, allowing him to pass through solid objects. 
He can also render himself invisible to most means of sight, save for in the ultraviolet spectrum (Using blacklights, etc)
Edit: Due to some confusion over what things are harmful to Reaper's health, I am now listing weaknesses.  I had hoped the in post context had helped, but since it hasn't, here goes.  Reaper is weak against electricity, as the electron flow will disrupt his cells (normal electrical current, as found in buildings et cetera are not harmful, but fcued bursts are really painful).  In addition, radiation and gas-based attacks do more damage, as the contaminated cells interface directly with Reaper's healthy ones, without the tedious process of an immunity system.

Equipment: He wears two high-tech gauntlets, which generate a powerful energy field that shrouds his
hands.

Morality/Personality: He is typically no-nonsense, and always puts the mission first, although he is questioning the morality of imprisoning other human beings simply for their differences.  He also does his best for what family he has left, although he will never speak much of them, save that he cares for his brother immensely, and does what he does to protect said sibling.

Norton Peaks by night was a beautiful sight.  The lights shining on, little beacons of hope, in a world of despair.  Well, some of them anyways.  Zach Cale knew that hope was almost an impossiblity in this dismal city, but the idea did have its pleasantries.  He was sitting on the rooftop of a high apartment building gazing down at his hunting grounds for the next seven months.  His superiors never let him loose for any longer than that.  SO within those seven months, he would have to bring in as many metahumans as possible, as per the usual requirements.  He sighed.  While the job took him all over the world, more often than not the constant hunting of metahumnas got tedious, and half the time he failed in catching his targets within the allotted time-span.  That was the nature of the job; win-some-lose-some.

He had arrived earlier that day, and was currently wandering about, trying to get a 'feel' for the cty by night.  He knew from the reports that this place had two very different faces; the daytime facade being the fake, while the city's true colours revealed themselves in the dead of night.  As his targets typically ventured out at night, it would be very useful for him to get used to the city after dusk.

Cale stood, flexing his gauntleted fngers, being careful not to activate the energy-field; it was too much of a visible give-away, and for one whose existence thrived upon being invisible, that sort of beacon would only be lit if in a major fight, or in emergencies.  He turned and walked over to the locked roof access door, calmly phasing his body through the steel-reinforced door, and fading from sight at the same time; he couldn't risk being spotted in his 'hunting-gear' (as he called it) so soon after entering the target zone.  As he floated through the floors, unsee and unheard, his mind went over the official target of his deployment; a strange mutated human who had a strange skin-deformity, giving him almost a lizard-bug-like appearance.  His name was not known to Cale's benefactors, but his appearance was hard to forget.  There was also something about the target's eyes, but Cale was assure that he wouldn't need to remember anything but the basic appearance.

He soon found himself exiting the building.  He would return to his room there later.  But first, he had to acquaint himself with his new home.  Norton Peaks awaited.  So Cale smiled slightly beneath his mask, and continued on his way, making sure to keep himself invisible, but material; he liked the feeling of solid ground beneath his feet for a while.  And so the Reaper wandered aimlessly through the city, searching for the first unlucky soul to fall before him.

Carmen had been taking her time in picking her next victim. She’d been eyeing off a pair of emos but her attention was diverted at the sound of sirens. With the slight tilt of her Carmen watched as the emos ran away and chuckled quietly. “Like the cops are interested in your pathetic hides,” Carmen muttered to herself.

The red and blue flicker of lights hovered over a nearby building wall. Carmen teleported herself to the roof of the building and admired the view below.

Two police cars and four policemen were stalking towards the alley end with their pistols pointed before them. Carmen turned her attention to the dark alley end. A thin smile crept over Carmen’s face as she recognised the short white faced freak that waited for the cops.

Kremlin was a self mutilated menace. He liked inflicting pain on others as well as himself. Carmen was fairly certain that Kremlin was eyeing off his own handy work and was no planning his next kill: the police.

Carmen had no problem with that idea, the local police chef Mitchell was known to encourage the killing of mutants and was even more inclined to let mutants kill each other. It was one reason why Carmen chose human victims rather than mutant victims, she liked the idea that she was ticking off the dirty cop.

Carmen watched as Kremlin fingered his daggers eagerly. He was poised to attack when his so-called victim came at his back. Carmen also recognised him, this was local do-gooder Ace Power. Carmen shook her head. If the muscular bulk actually managed to put down Kremlin, Carmen would return the favour: if the cops didn’t kill the mutant first.

There was no allegiance between Carmen and Kremlin but Carmen had been looking for a chance to take down Ace Power. The guy was such a joke, yet his mediocre powers and overly large muscles seemed to have allowed him to live this long with such a lame name.

As the two mutants fought, the cops hung back to watch, their guns still raised but not nearly as eagerly aimed.  Carmen watched as Kremlin slashed at Ace who somehow managed to dodge most of the blows. Carmen took a spoon from her pocket and without looking at it formed it into the shape of an icepick. She took another spoon and replicated the change, she repeated it until she had four icepicks.

By some miracle Ace was getting the upper hand on Kremlin. Carmen decided to divert the do-gooder’s attention. With both hands Carmen launched the icepicks and took out all four cops who were standing neatly near each other. She got two in the throat, one in the head and the other in the back just above T1 of his spine.

Ace was immediately distracted and it allowed Kremlin to cut the buffoon’s chest. Unfortunately he didn’t manage a deep cut. Carmen let out a sigh, “Kremlin, what a disappointment.” The two continued to fight and Carmen heard a feminine voice cry out Ace’s name. Carmen rolled her eyes, it appeared that Shaylee had come to the rescue of Mr Power.

After a few miles of wandering around through what could only be described at ridiculous coincidence the group heard a shout from down an alley.  "Ace!" 

"That's Shaylee all right.  Sounds like a scuffle.  We best get her some help.  The cops at the beginning of the alley went down.  Michael got a look to the rooftops and spied a figure sitting up there. 

"Speed.  You go and take care of that unknown up there.  Tharus and I will go see who is in the alley."

Speed nodded and zoomed off.  Michael jogged around the corner already touching the metal dumpster.  He stopped dead in his tracks when he spied a local loner known as Ace Powers bleeding but still standing facing a disfigured Kremlin.  But what shocked him the most was Shaylee.  She stood holding what could nly be desribed as a BIG gun. 

"What is that?!"

Shaylee shrugged.  "It started off as an aerosoft gun, a flashlight and an electric razor but I've made it a highpowered electric ballistics gun.  With melee function."  SHe fingered a button and a blade on the bottom hummed back and forth.  "I told Stone I wasn't helpless."

"Okay you proved your point.  Now you can get behind us as we take care of Kremmy over there."

The white faced Kremlin hissed.  He didn't look too happy with these odds.  Suddenly Ace turned around.  "Mimic?  I'm sorry but I've got to take you down as well.  You are wanted by the government for not registering with the Metahumans."

"You're kidding right?  You government sanctions are all the same.  Pompous jerks."

"Rules are rules kid."

"There is more to this world than black and white Ace.  It's time you saw that."

Kremlin who was tiring of this launched himself at Ace slashing and cutting at his face.  Looks like the time for talk was over.

Deep in the basement of a ancient building, the Reborn stirred. Long had he lain here, in the condemned shell of a once prominent building, back in Norton Peak's heyday. Long had he waited, silently, for his time. In all this time, he remembered almost nothing before....the Rebirth. Not a name, not a face, truth or lie. Just the pain....and then the strength. He didn't even remember what happened after the Rebirthing. Just the act.....then the waiting.

And now was the time. He had gathered his strength, and others were moving in the city. Mutants were hunting, and being hunted. A power war for the city had begun, and he would join the confrontation. He rose, flexing his gauntleted hands, reveling in the first movement in years. Then he drew upon the his power, streaming electricity from nearby buildings into his hands, toying with lethal voltages of power. He formed it into an orb, caressed it. Then he released it, burning a hole in a metal panel. Had he been human, he might have laughed--but the Reborn displayed no emotions, and felt almost none. Despite this, this trifle of his power amused him.

Enough playing--there was work to be done, and an entire city awaited him. A wave of his hand sent power crashing into the ceiling, and he leaped through it, before destroying a wall and stalking into the night.

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Although the arrival of the new mutant surprised Michael, he took it in stride.  But Ace managed to get caught by this new guy and was thrown into Michael.  He is made of a shadow like material.  Interesting.  Kremlin jumped onto Michael's back but Michael quickly grabbed him and threw him onto the ground.  Hard.  Kremlin lay still.  The other mutant roared at his friends smackdown and charged.  He was met with an arrow from Thanus' gun and a electric shock from the gun of Shaylee.  He collapsed to the ground.  She was propped up on the ground, ankles bleeding. 

"I told you Shaylee!  You should have listened to Stone!  Running away always turns-"

"I'm sorry but I'm going to have to take you guys in as well." 

Michael rolled his eyes.  He swung around with a double-fisted punch to Ace's jaw.  Ace flew into the wall head hung limp.  But before he could do anything both Shanks and Kremlin were mysteriously gone.  Michael looked down the alley to see them scampering off.

"Thanks to Mr. Power over here they got away.  Just leave him here.  He'll wake up with a terrible headache and an aching jaw but that's what you get.  Sure he'll hate my guts but he let our quarry get away.  And where's Speed?"  Michael allowed his human skin to once again reform. 

"I'mrighthereandIhaveafriend."

Speed Freak was standing next to a newcomer.  Michael extended his hand and greeted her with a warm smile.  "Hello.  Who might you be?"

Irony--my younger brother's bday is the 8th of January. And the Theron guards are a pain in the shebs.

((Its more coincidence, than irony))

((It would be ironic if his brother was some terror.  At least I think it would.))

He was slightly surprised by this firm handshake.  She didn't appear to stocky, almost frail it seemed.  You could never tell nowadays.  Michael hadn't really ever divulged his mimicry of powers through skin contact to anybody really.  Not even Stone who was Michael's best friend.  And he wasn't about to make an exception.  "Objects.  See I can grab this stone for example and..."  Michael let his power do the talking as his body turned to a hard rock.  And then he let his skin take over once again.

"Any object you name and I'm holding in my hand I can copy its properties.  Of course there are some negative side effects to certain materials.  You don't really appear to hold any allegiance at this time.  Ever heard of the Redeemers?"

"Possibly."

"Well its our mission to clean up this town.  We could always use a little help.  Would you be so inclined to join us on our valiant quest?"