Black Knight of Keno Posted April 5, 2006 Share Posted April 5, 2006 A city somewhere in civiliced earth, full of corruption, cartels, mafias and other criminals and thugs. It's the year 2041, finally after many years, GMC-Ferrari put out the first hoverbike with a cheap enought price for gangs to start forming, specialising in only hoverbikes. This boostof tehnology in the last 40 years meant of course hovercars, mutant experiments, body enhancement experiments and various new kind of gadgets. These experiments and gadgets of course meant professional crime fighters, once known as superheroes. Some of these still used clothing made of spandex and such to honour their predecessors but some had decided to change their style to a more technological look. ------ Name: Nickname: (If superhero) Age: Sex: Appearance: Alignment: (Superhero, civilian, criminal) Occupation: (If you're a hero, put your civilian occupation) Powers: (If superhero. Look here for powers) Biography: Other: ------ Name: Matthew Rockhill Nickname: Eyeball Age: 25 Sex: Male Appearance: Eyeball Alignment: Superhero Occupation: Owner of RTC(Rockhill Technology Company) Powers: Clairvoyance, Psychokinesis, Teleportation, Levitation, Mind control, Telepathy Biography: Born into a nicely rich family, not rich nor poor, and recieved a large percentage of the family company as the firstborn and eventually the last. When his father was killed by an assassin when he was 20, he took over the company while still trying to get along with his newfound powers that he seemed to have already when he was born and trying desperately not to use them on the company executives to get his way throught. Slowly, he started to symphatize over the people of the city after taking a long walk in the slums, dresed like a hobo. It took him a year to finally become a superhero with still some problems with his powers. When he had his 23rd birthday, he finally left to fight crime. He had a busy day and various people shoting at him, including police officers as nobody knew who he was. He bought a lone clocktower that stood in the middle of the Glenwood Park, the larg park in the very middle of the city, surrounded by the university, the city hall, the library and the church. He kept the bought a secret and made it into a HQ for his new identity, Eyeball. As he became more known in the city, he could travel around the city more openly just to hear the schoolgirls giggle and scream after him and his tight-in-the-right-places outfit. Other: N/A Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Curt-Man Posted April 5, 2006 Share Posted April 5, 2006 The link doesn't work. Name: Jason Tyr Nickname: Gecko Age: 28 Sex: Male Appearance: Looks quite normal when not doing anything physically straining, even handsome. When he starts to run or jump or lift something heavy, his skin takes on a somewhat scaly look and a green tint, his eyes grow bigger and his skull changes shape to fit a more gecko/frog shape. Alignment: Hero Occupation: Library assistant Powers: He can climb walls, jump very far and fast, has increased movement speed, has super human acrobatics and like a frog can extend his tongue. Biography: Grew up in an average home, went to a normal school and lived a normal life until puberty. Thats when Jason's powers hit, he couldn't control them, his friends thought he was a freak and his parents almost disowned him, instead they locked him in the basement. He broke out and went where he wouldn't be judged, the only person he could trust, The librarian, who happened to be blind. He lived there in the library. She never saw him or what he could do, but he learned to master his powers in the Library's attic. He used them to help with the work that needed to be done. Thats where he is today, working at the Library. Other: Tends to hid or make himself not obvious when people enter the library, he only speaks with the Librarian. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Uber_Saber Posted April 5, 2006 Share Posted April 5, 2006 Name: Harris (just Harris. No-one knows any other name for him) Nickname: Synox Age: 49 Sex: Male Appearance: Large black baggy clothes. The pants pool around his upper legs, yet restrain from dragging the ground. They do not restrict movement in the slightest. His torso is covered by a dark black shirt of some unknown construction. The lower left part of his face (cheek to jaw) have been replaced by a robotic construction, and his face is heavily tanned, with long lines carved through his skin's surface. His shoulders and legs are powerfully built, and his eyes glint with a mad light. His hands, with long fingers, are ungloved, cold and clammy. He is as fit as a man half his age. Alignment: Ex-Superhero now turned incredibly Criminal Occupation: Full-time scheming. Real jobs are for the weak, for his underlings to hold. They bring him their money for his promise of protection. Powers: Vampiric Touch. (He can heal himself through touch) Incredible Strength, and a powerful will. Biography: Few know the origins of the man now called Synox. Fewer still know that he was once called "Harris" and was among the first of the mutants to emerge, initially doing the acts of a hero, but slipping in his thoughts until he came to hate those he had once helped. Fewer still know the name of "Falcsia", particularly now that she is dead. It was her death at the hands of vigilantes that drove him to hate of the common human. He was once thrown in front of a train by another, old Hero after he went on a murderous rampage, and that is why the artificial jaw. He later came back and slew that Hero, in secret. He has been biding his time for quite a while now, waiting for the right moment to unveil himself. Other: N/A Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Writer Posted April 6, 2006 Share Posted April 6, 2006 Since the powers' link didn't work, I'm gonna make a guess... Name: Kailyn Kieran Nickname: Fluid Age: 27 Sex: Female Appearance: Natural appearance: Alignment: neutral Occupation: bounty hunter Powers: Shapeshifting, extreme flexibility, speed Biography: Kailyn Kieran remembers almost nothing of her life. She woke up one day five years ago with no memories but her name. A small family took her in, but after discovering what she could do, they sent her away. Outraged, she destroyed their house and, thanks to her abilities, was never found. Three years ago, she started taking on jobs for the police and became a bounty hunter. As such, she calls herself Fluid and never reveals her natural appearance. While the police suspect Fluid is a mutant, there is more proof that the bounty hunter is actually a small network of people that take on the same name. Fluid has kept her options open and does not restrict herself to bounty hunting. She also performs assassinations. She is very selective as to what targets she accepts, even when bounty hunting. Anyone who's employed her before will tell you she has her own sense of justice and follows it closely. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Black Knight of Keno Posted April 6, 2006 Author Share Posted April 6, 2006 ((I fixed the link)) A white limousine with the golden logo of the RSC hovered down the streets amongst the tall scyscrapers. A lone man was inside, unseen throught the heavily tinted windows. He sat quietly in a completely white suit with his eyes closed as a strong psychic energy flowed from him. In his head, he could see everything and heard everything he wanted to that happened in the city. However, the city was quite calm for now and the limo kept going on with the superhero still observing for now Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Uber_Saber Posted April 6, 2006 Share Posted April 6, 2006 Synox sat in his large, comfy chair, a recent 'liberation' during one of the gangs' many heists. At the console before him were two screens that switched between three views of the small room almost twenty feet away. The man sitting in the chair literally vibrated with fear in his simple metal chair, and the mics scattered throughout the room picked up the vague noises coming from him. Retrash reached over, from behind him, and whipped the black bag off the man's head. A nice, dramatic touch, that. Synox leaned forward and spoke into the microphone not far from him. "Mr. Weber." His voice, already low and gravelly enough, blasted out of the speaker in the room. The man looked up towards the speaker, his eyes big with fear. "Mr. Weber, you have recently been hit hard in your shipments of the many various things your company makes. It is almost as if the gangs of the street are concentrating exclusively on your shipping. Almost as if someone had organized them." He let the words sink in, and watched as the man gasped and nodded, a trickle of sweat popping from his large, bare forehead. "I think I can help you with this problem, Mr. Weber," he intoned. "I have some... influence over these gangs." He modulated his voice even further down, into the realms of pure menace. "However... They might ask for money to stop these raids- they have been, after all, very effective raids. I am not a rich man, Mr. Weber. I trust you follow me?" The balding man nodded quickly. "Good. One of my men will see you again about this matter when you have had time to consider it." The man babbled a quick thank-you before the bag was once again dropped over his head. Retrash, leader of the Carmino Gang, and his right-hand man, came into his office a few minutes later. "Sir, I understand how this is supposed to go- we get money in exchange for not robbing them blind. But-" "But your men will chafe if there is no action?" asked Synox. The young man nodded. "Rest easy, Retrash. Your men will have more than enough action soon. But first, they must train, equip themselves with the weapons our newfound wealth will bring them. Let them think on that, should they grow restless." He smiled, an odd look on his partially mechanical face. "In the meantime, we have a few more executives waiting to be intimidated." Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Black Knight of Keno Posted April 6, 2006 Author Share Posted April 6, 2006 ((I assume Mr. Rockhill will be one. He is the owner of the largest technology corporation in the whole state and in the top 5 of the whole nation. He could deliver important new gadgets and weaponry for them)) Matthew sat quietly before opening his clear blue eyes and smiling. He took a folder from the seat next to him and opened it. it informed him of attempts on his trucks to and from his many branch labs and factories. He gave only a chuckle to the matter, signing the permission to double the guards inside the trucks and arm them with efficent weaponry to stop a small group of raiders. However, as he closed the file, he was wondering who would dare to confront and challenge him, one of the richest men in the city. The limousine came into a sudden halt as the driver was forced to stop into traffic caused by an accident up about a block ahead. The limo was stuck as it was soon surrounded by other cars that expanded the lenght of the traffic. This would be a perfect opportunity for a kidnapping ((I gave you a chance to kidnap him. It's up to you if you'll do it or not)) Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Uber_Saber Posted April 6, 2006 Share Posted April 6, 2006 A pair of men walked up to the side of the car, strapped a small amount of some white substance to the edge of the door and then proceeded to blow a hole in the side of the car, while a small amount of some gas was blown into the car. Four more men, cut of the same rather ragged and disreputable-looking cloth, poked guns into the interior of the car, wearing goggles and breath masks. Inside, the occupants were either mostly unconcious or completely unconcious. "That one." said one man, tall and lanky, with bright red hair. He waved a gun towards Rockhill. "That's the one." He held up a small color photo just to be sure, and two of the men grabbed the wealthy CEO. Retrash waved the rest of his small contingent towards an alley where a truck waited for them. "Three in three days," he gasped as they got into the truck and it started its bumpy journey. "We're earning our pay, eh?" The men with him nodded and grunted their assent. "He should be coming around any moment, boys, so no unneccassary talking now." Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Black Knight of Keno Posted April 6, 2006 Author Share Posted April 6, 2006 Slowly, a bit faster than normal people but slowly nonetheless, Rockhill gained consiousness again and shook his head to stop the world from being on big blur. He opened his eyes and looked around the truck, seeing people but his eyesight still too blurry to get anything clear out of what he saw. So he just leaned his head back and closed his eyes, waiting for his body to dfully come throught from the effect of the gas. he coughted a couple of times and waited, trusting his psychic powers to show him what was around him. The gas had somehow weakened the psychic powers for now or something around him confused him enought to block him from seeing far with his powers. The young man sighed and turned his head slightly. He knew he was in an older model truck as it was a bumpy ride, meaning it was either in bad shape or still had wheels under it. "What's going on?" he asked silently as soon as he calmed down enought to speak Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Curt-Man Posted April 6, 2006 Share Posted April 6, 2006 Jason swung from the rafters, landed on the wall, jumped from it and landed in a roll and then finished putting the returned books back. He pushed the empty trolly back behind the counter where Mrs. Malberry sat. "Finished already?" "Yes m'am." "My, your speed amazes me everyday." She said with a smile. Jason chuckled then said "It doesn't seem to ber very busy today." "No it doesn't, then again its only lunch time, so we shall see. You can go for lunch now." "Thank you." Jason grabbed his coat and walked slowly through the streets to a nearby hotdog vendor. Jason saw men come up to a limo and take someone out of it. His mind was playing with him, try and save the man and risk people seeing him for what he is, or don't do anything and have a guilty conscience. "I'm gunna regret this..." Jason muttered as he took a big bite of the hotdog then lept from the middle of the street and persued the van jumping from building to building. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Uber_Saber Posted April 7, 2006 Share Posted April 7, 2006 Retrash stepped in front of the awakened man, the one called Rockhill. "Mr. Rockhill. We're your hosts for the moment. We have a friend who wanted to have a chat with you, but couldn't get through your secretary's odd method of setting up appointments." A small grin works its way across the youngish gang leader's face. "Not to mention he doesn't like to leave his office." The young man pulls a small bag from his belt. "I hate to do this, but we must observe some precautions." So saying, he slips the bag over Rockhill's head. "I wouldn't suggest trying to remove that. You might have noticed your hands and feet have been bound, so it's not like you can do much to resist." ((I might put Retrash up as an extra character- I have some ideas in store for him. For now, though, he's open to use.)) Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Writer Posted April 7, 2006 Share Posted April 7, 2006 The frazzled police officer looked up as a young woman entered the station, eyeing everyone there with ice blue eyes. As she approached the desk, she brushed absently at her short blonde hair. "Can I help you, miss?" he asked. She shook her head and dropped a business card on the desk. He glanced at it. "I can help you," she told him. "Ah," he said, nodding. "You're this visit's Fluid. I'll let the chief know you're here." "Tell him not to wait as long as he did last time," she said. "Fluid does not like to be kept waiting." Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Black Knight of Keno Posted April 7, 2006 Author Share Posted April 7, 2006 Matthew started to concentrate as soon as the bag covered his face and he used his powers to loosen the knots on his hands and feet. "I advice you to stop this truck and let me go. I have my own share of mafia connections and I'll bet they won't be kind to your families if I would happen to tel the La Cosa Nostra that your life should be made a living hell" he said and toned down his psychic abilities. He would have to wait for his chance on the way back from the hiding place and return as Eyeball Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Uber_Saber Posted April 7, 2006 Share Posted April 7, 2006 Laughter greeted Rockhill's threats. "Well," said the conversational tones of Retrash, "This one has some fire. Some backbone. That's better than all the others, so far." A small whispering came among the men gathered in the truck. "Most of us don't really have family, anyway. Except for George here, and he only has his aunt, and he doesn't like her very much. So I'd lay off the threats. We've tangled with the Cosa Notra boys before, and right now, I think they'd know better than to try anything." A brief silence. "There's more to this, mister, than just a few hoodlums. Things have changed on the streets recently. No, just sit tight there and wait to meet the Boss." Furhter bumps accentuated the man's words, and the sensation fo turning could be felt. The truck was in truly bad repair. Outside, the truck turned from the alleyway into a major artery of traffic, merging with teh fast-moving traffic easily. Soon, it would elude any attempts to follow except by vehicle. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Curt-Man Posted April 7, 2006 Share Posted April 7, 2006 "damn the highway!" Jason said as he jumped from a building to another. He then made the biggest leap he'd done yet. He landed gracefully on top of a car a few cars behind the the truck, He was loosing it. This isn't going to be all for nothing. Jason told himself then lept from car to car until he was right beside the truck. He jumped on top of it. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Black Knight of Keno Posted April 7, 2006 Author Share Posted April 7, 2006 "At least you should have enought dignity to get a new truck to transport rich people in. This is unworthy even for hobos like you" he said and shook his head. He could hear loud noise from outside the truck. They had turned to a highway, it seemed Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Uber_Saber Posted April 7, 2006 Share Posted April 7, 2006 A laugh, carefree and light, was all that greeted Rockhill's comment. "I know it's not the best, but try to put up with your injured dignity." A small murmuring is made, and a radio squawks loudly for a moment. A whispered conversation is held over it, and then a few more murmured words. "Someone has leaped onto the top of a car a few cars back," says Retrash. "You wouldn't know anything about that, would you?" The question is clearly addressed to Rockhill. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Black Knight of Keno Posted April 7, 2006 Author Share Posted April 7, 2006 "You're asking me? You should know that the city's been having a superhero wave lately... Geez..." he said and looked around inside the bag. He then concentrated and took a connection with Froggy boy. "Jump off, kid, they've noticed you" a faint voice said inside Jason's head, faint enought not to be connected with Matthew Rockhill. "I would advice you to let me go before something bad happens, Retrash" Rockhill said clearly and grinned under the bag, turning his head enought to make it seem as if he was staring him, even if he didn't know his exact location in the truck. Having a bag over one's head can be used against the kidnappers Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Uber_Saber Posted April 7, 2006 Share Posted April 7, 2006 A large pause from the leader of this group, and the young man steps away. "Well, isn't that a handy little thing? You know my name." His voice is shocked, but he hides it well. "But I'm not dissapointing the Boss. You know how it is, I'm sure. What if someone didn't do something you told them to do?" The truck begins to rumble and shake as it slows down, evidently leaving the highway before making a sudden turn to the right. Several more turns are made at various intervals of time. --- Name: John Wallace Nickname: Retrash Age: 21 Sex: Male Appearance: Tall and lanky, yet with a lithe strength to his body. Dark, gang-like clothes, with gloves cut off at the finger. A black jacket, with red shirt and military-like cargo pants. Boots made to last, not neccessarily to intimidate. Piercing green eyes. Alignment: Criminal Occupation: Leader of the Carmino Gang, right hand man to Synox Powers: N/A Biography: Orphaned at a young age, he ran away from all attempts at foster life, growing up on the streets in the care of the Carminos. A young, very intelligent man with a natural thoughtful manner that even his upbringing cannot disguise. He seems perhaps a little better than all his compatriots in some aspect, and that is why he there leader. When Synox undertook his campaign to unite the gangs, Retrash was the first to understand his motives and see the possibilities. The Carminos then became the first gang to join Synox, and he has not forgotten this fact, rewarding them and their leader. However, Retrash is smart enough to recognize that there may be a point where it will be in his gangs' best interests to leave The Unitarium of the Streets. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Curt-Man Posted April 7, 2006 Share Posted April 7, 2006 A voice came into Jason's head. Jump off kid, They've noticed you. "A telepath?" Jason thought, then figured he should probably listen to the voice. Jason jumped off and tracked his way back to the Library. He got there and headed inside. "I'm back! sorry, I'm late." Jason said to Ms. Malberry. "Oh thats ok, we just got some books returned so you cn start on those." "Yes m'am." Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Black Knight of Keno Posted April 8, 2006 Author Share Posted April 8, 2006 "Ignorantia juris non excusat" he said and turned his head away from him to look at the truck's wall infornt of him. "You know what that means? It means that ignorance of the law is no excuse. You are being ignorant of the law, Retrash" he said calmly and grinned again under his bag. "Are you sure you want to mess with me?" he asked and turned at the leader of the gang again. He was messing with him and he loved every single nanosecond of it. However, he wanted to get this trip over with so he could kick the gang's butt. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Uber_Saber Posted April 8, 2006 Share Posted April 8, 2006 Retrash laughed. "Baby, I've been ignorant of the law- all my life. You think pointing that out in a dead language is gonna change my mind? 'Sides, the Boss'll do worse'n fire me if I don't show up with you after letting him know I have you." The truck rumbled to a halt, finally, and the engine turned off. The back of the truck was thrown open, as was the side door. Men jumped out the back, Retrash and another led Rockhill out of the side door. It was a large space, with lots of noise. Engines of all kinds were firing, testing, being brought up to redline levels and past them sometimes. Guns were being discharged, farther away. The sound of gunfire, some semi-automatic, some fully so, was not quite as deafening as it could have been. All that could be absorbed quickly, but the number of voices in the area were difficult to sort out, but it was clear that there were many here. More than a single Gang could account for. A door was opened ahead, and then closed. This area was small, a hallway, not carpeted. Another door opened, and then closed behind, and a chair to sit in. This was the path of Rockhill as he was guided by Retrash and his group of eight or so. The bag was lifted from his eyes, and the sight greeting him was that of a table, metal and cheap wood top, and a speaker in one corner. "Good afternoon, Mr. Rockhill. I must apologize for the way we brought you here, but it was a neccessary precaution." A voice, deep, low, and gravelly, came from the speaker. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Writer Posted April 9, 2006 Share Posted April 9, 2006 "Fluid?" the police chief called. The girl stood and moved to follow him into his office. "How are you these days?" he asked her once the door was closed. She shrugged. "Business as usual," she said, staring at him. "You know, word has it you're taking assassination jobs now too," he told her. "Is this true? We might have to arrest you if it is." "You know that anyone we touch deserves what they get," she snapped. "Nose out of our business, old man." "You're quite a mystery, Fluid," he said. "You talk like a group of people, you look like a group of people, but you don't take enough jobs to be a group of people. You're a mutant and I know it." "Why does our number make any difference to you?" she demanded irritably. Without letting him answer, she asked, "Do you have a job or not?" "Well you could go after Synox," he suggested. Without a word, she stood and turned to leave. The chief panicked. "No? Alright, alright! What about a guy named Donald VanHorn?" "What'd he do?" Fluid asked, turning again to face him. "Numerous things," the chief answered. "Armed robbery, hoverbikes, bombing, computer hacking... you name it, he's probably done it." The girl cocked her head slightly and her eyes gleamed. "Has he gone up against Us?" "Against Fluid?" the chief chuckled. "No, I think that's one thing he's not yet accomplished." "His worst nightmare coming up," the girl said, nodding. "How much will his worst nightmare cost you?" "Standard," the chief answered. She glared at him. "Alright, we'll up the price by a hundred." "A thousand," the girl countered. The chief hesitated. "You've heard of him then?" he asked. She nodded. "Our eyes see all," she said. "Up a thousand from normal." "Done," the chief agreed. Fluid smiled. "Alive or dead?" she queried. The chief grinned. "Alive will get you another 500 as a bonus," he said. "Deal," she agreed. Without another word, she left his office. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Curt-Man Posted April 9, 2006 Share Posted April 9, 2006 Jason decided to not use his powers to put the books back, seeing as there were some customers in the Library, and getting more by the minute. "Excuse me sir, can you help me?" A teenage girl said to him. "I'm looking for some 1930's movies for a school project, do you have any?" "I believe we do, Let me show you." Jason said, as he was asked to do by Mrs. Malberry. 'You should help the customers, you know this place well.' she'd always say. Jason took her to the movie section of the library. "They should be in this shelf here." "Thank you." She said and then scanned the shelves. Jason went back to putting the books back. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Black Knight of Keno Posted April 9, 2006 Author Share Posted April 9, 2006 Rockhill stared at the wall infront of him and chuckled. "First of all, thank you. I can now amputate your right hand" he said and grinned, thinking of Retrash grovelling on the ground, begging mercy. "Second of all, it's a pleasure to meet a speaker. A Marshall, I believe. You've chosen well. Marshall has a good sound quality. However, I would've wanted to meet the mastermind of this operation personally" he continued and kept staring at the wall Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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