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Post by jamat on Sun Dec 02, 2012 10:24 pm

Ok thought I'd post some of my character backgrounds I will try to stat them up now and then.



MIRROR

When Charlie was two his mother and father died in a car accident and Charlie went to live with his uncle on his uncle’s farm.

His uncle was a mean spirited old man and hated having to provide for his younger brothers off spring especially one so young. Being on a remote farm the social workers tended not to visit regularly and the old man took to locking Charlie in his room for days at a time to keep him from under his feet. This practice became more and more regular as the boy started to grow until his uncle only unlocked the door to feed him and this soon only happened once a day.

Charlie’s room was cold and damp. There was one bare light and a switch in the hall, which his uncle would put on while Charlie ate in the evenings so most of the nights were spent in darkness, controlled this. There was a broken metal bed frame with a worn out old mattress on it, two blankets and a pillow. Next to the bed was a small table, which Charlie used for eating at. There was a dirty old window opposite his bed through which he sometimes watched his uncle working the fields. There were two doors into his room one to the hall the other to a small bathroom in here was a cracked sink, his only constant supply of water, a bath which only produced cold water and a mirror.

With no one to talk to Charlie soon retreated into his own mind. Making a world for himself where he could see other children the dirty mirror in the bathroom. Here he would spend hours every day just looking into the mirror wishing he could be there with them. By the age of seven he was talking to these imaginary friends and they would teach him to read and write. Although for most part he was lonely Charlie was always happy to visit one of his playmates.

Around the age of nine Charlie discovered something truly amazing about the mirror in his bathroom, if he concentrated he could push his hand through it as if it was water, and if he wished hard enough he could exit into the bathrooms of his imaginary friend’s houses and actually play with them. With practice this ability became second nature to him, all he’d have to do is think of one of his friends and step through and he was there.

By the age of thirteen, Charlie had many hundreds of friends from all round the world. Other things started to happen around this time as well instead of having to think about his friends he could step through the mirror and exit into another room, he called this place mirror land as there were millions of mirrors stretching into infinity all round him. By looking into these mirrors he could see other rooms, streets houses, buildings, it suddenly started to dawn on him that these other places were as real as his own room that his mirror land was his connection to the outside world.

One evening after his uncle had passed through to him his left over evening meal Charlie went into the mirror land. He browses for a few hours until he came upon a little girl crying. She was about six years old and was hiding down between the bathtub and the sink. She was looking way from the mirror towards the bathroom door. Following her gaze Charlie saw a large man standing there shirt open to the waste belt in hand and he was shouting something at the girl. He steps to wards her and raises the belt. Charlie knew what was going to happen next having received a good hiding from his uncle on many an occasion. Not being able to bear seeing the young girl beaten or even worse Charlie surged through the mirror.

It took the brute a few seconds for his brain to tell him that yes the mirror had come alive and standing in front of him was a vaguely human shaped thirteen year old boy made out of glass. Charlie took advantage of the mans delay and went to grab his belt hand only to be stunned when out of his fingers shot a bolt of intense white light, as the brightness dimmed Charlie found himself standing over an unconscious body. Not wanting to be around when the brute woke up and not wanting to leave the girl in danger he did the only thing he could think of, he picked the sobbing girl up of the floor and leaped back into the mirror.
Back in mirror land he was able to calm down both himself and his guest. Sitting there with his arms round the little girl for comfort he soon realized she had fallen asleep. This allowed him to get his thoughts into focus and decide what to do. He couldn’t bring her to his room, his uncle would go spare. Suddenly Charlie hit on an idea. Waking the girl he asked if she had a relative she could stay with, she said her grandmother loved her but lived a long way away and since her mother had died her dad had stopped her visiting. He then asked her if her gran had a mirror, yes she had a beautiful table mirror in her bedroom that the little girl used to sit at while she had her hair brushed before bed. Charlie got her to describe it in as much detail as she could. Once he had a picture in his head he went into mirror land searching for it.
It took him three days to locate two mirrors that might have been her gran’s. Over these three days Charlie would revisit his room just before tea and wait until his uncle had left the food. He would then take it and re enter mirror land and share it with Jennie. On the third night Charlie and Jennie sat in front of the first mirror waiting for the inhabitant of the room to enter, much to the little girls disappointment the lady that entered was not her gran. Soon they were standing in front of the last mirror. Looking at them brushing her hair was an elderly lady getting ready for bed. Jennie jumped for joy it was her gran. She wanted to go to her there and then but Charlie held her back. It would be a shock for her if they were to just appear out of the mirror it would be better to do it when she was asleep.
A couple of hours later granny was asleep and holding Jennie’s hand Charlie stepped through the mirror and into the bedroom. Quietly he indicated to Jennie to go over to the bed and gently wake the old lady. Stirring from her sleep the old girl was more than a little surprised to see her granddaughter sitting next to her. She explained what had happened and introduced her to Charlie. There was at first a look of fear on the old woman’s face until Charlie realized he had taken on the appearance of glass again. With concentration Charlie reverted back to his normal appearance. He explained that Jennie’s dad had been abusing her and that he had stopped it. It was now down to the old girl to protect her granddaughter but if ever they needed his help to leave a message written on the mirror and he would come running. With that Charlie stepped back through the mirror and home.

Knowing now that he could make a difference to people’s lives he decided that he would use his abilities to protect the helpless whenever he could. The only person he couldn’t seem to protect was himself. Over the next five years he stayed locked in his room, his uncle would beat him more and more and he would do nothing about it, for some reason deep down inside every time he saw his uncle he reverted to that little boy that was first locked up in that bedroom all those years ago.

By the age of eighteen Charlie had help dozens of children to escape abusive environments and had learned to control his powers. One night just after coming back from rescuing a kidnapped child, he realized his uncle had not left any food out. Going into mirror land he looked through all the mirrors in the house to see where is uncle was. Finally he located him lying still on the floor of his bathroom in front of the toilet with his trousers round his ankles. Stepping through the mirror Charlie was hit by the strong smell of human waste, upon examining his uncle he realized he must have been dead all day. By the look of it he must have had a hemorrhage while on the toilet and died soon after. Finally Charlie was free, his tormentor was dead, but also Charlie cried for the old bastard now he was really all alone in the world.
That night Charlie put together a story that he had been away at collage and returned this evening to find his dear old uncle dead and that he had called the police straight away. After the police had left with the body Charlie went into mirror land and contacted Mark, a teenager that he had saved a couple of years earlier. Together they broke into one of the collages and Mark using his skills with computers doctored their records to say that Charlie had been enrolled there for the last two years.
As he was his uncle’s only next of kin Charlie inherited the farm and the land around it. Most of which he sold of for a good profit. Now he has renovated the farmhouse he lives there quietly. His neighbors say he is gentle and kind and willing to help them out when ever asked. Once behind closed doors Charlie becomes The Mirror Man protector of the innocent and abused. His house is a refuge for lost souls.

Not long after his uncle died he found the key to his room. Stepping into mirror land he closed his eyes spun round three times and with his eyes still closed through the key away. It arced through the air and disappeared through one of the million mirrors around him, lost forever. His room is forever locked now but when he is down or needs time to think he enters it through his bathroom mirror sits on his broken old metal bed and in some small way feel safe and secure


powers:

Mirror can enter another dimension that he has created from all his pain of childhood. This dimension allows him to view the world through any mirror he looks through in mirror land. Stepping through one of the mirror land mirrors gives him access to room where the mirror resides in the real world. Doing this quickly while in the real world makes it look like he is teleporting.
This power also works similarly for glass, in that he can walk through one piece of glass and appear through another although he cannot stay in mirror land while passing through glass. For some reason mirror land expels him quickly, as if he is attached to the real world by a piece of elastic thus his teleportation through glass is only for short distances and line of sight only. He can only enter mirror world through mirrors. But using mirrors he can move to any place in the world given the time.
If Charlie has looked through a mirror before he can locate that mirror quickly and either exit through it or with a small mirror to look through see what is happening in front of the other mirror. Touching a mirror also allows him to tap into the things it has witnessed over the years.
Another of Charlie’s extraordinary powers it the ability to take on the properties of the mirror. As Glass is a semi liquid in mirror form Charlie can stretch his body in all directions, and his mirror form is more resilient to damage. In addition to these powers his mirror form allows him to deflect energy attacks that he can see, reflect light, defuse light , store light and expel it as concentrated beams from his hands and probably the most unusual power is his ability to call forth his reflections from surrounding glass and mirrors to form duplicates of himself although they tend to be less powerful than Charlie.

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PATCHWORK

Nobody knew were Lucky Monday came from the only history he had of his life as a child was a news paper clippings he’d been given by the orphanage when he had turned 18 and was sent out into the world as an Adult.

Sitting in his little apartment he re-read the crumpled yellow paper again, as he had done millions of times before and wondered who his parents had been.
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The clipping read:

A local construction manager finds baby on building site.

In the early hours of Monday morning a small undernourished baby boy was found by Mr. John Matthews, construction manager for the new Palace Centre Mall.
Mr. Matthews was visiting the site on the bank holiday to pick up some paperwork for the following day when he heard a babies cry coming form one of the lift shafts.

Mr. Matthews stated “ there I was going down the stairs that rap round number two lift shaft when I stopped to catch my breath. It was then I heard a baby cry. I tracked the sound to the lift doors and removing the hording looked in.
To my astonishment there rapped in a blanket dangling from a piece of protruding metal was a baby..”

“ If you were to ask me I’d say the child had been dropped from the top of the shaft and had luckily got snagged up on the way down.”

Police think the child’s mother is young and in distress at the birth of the child. They commented it was possible that the mother wanted to cover up the birth and get rid of the baby.
The police are asking for help tracing anyone that may have seen the mother enter the building site to come forward.
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Another report a week later went on.

Building Site Baby doing well.

It has been confirmed today that the young child found abandoned on a building site a week ago is doing well and will be moved to one of the local state orphanages in the next week or so. The child, names Lucky Monday, after having a lucky escape and being found on a Monday, is said to be happy and smiling, with black hair and grey eyes.

The police again appealed to the public for assistance in tracing the child’s mother.

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Lucky finishes reading the clippings and places them back in his wallet. Waiting was the worst part of his job. He hated it, it gave him too much time to think.


Like the time he was thirteen and his powers first showed themselves. He didn’t have many friends at the orphanage, he’d grown up to be a rather thin pale skinned young lad with long jet black hair and piercing grey eyes. Though he was polite and studious, people were put off by his slightly of kilter appearance. One of the reasons he hadn’t been placed with a family yet.
He best, and probably only friend was Jack, a small weedy looking blind kid. Lucky was jack’s eyes and his protector from the local bullies. The one time his appearance seemed to be an advantage, most of the bullies left him alone because in their words “ he’s too weird”
So there he is waiting for the signal thinking back about Jack. Back to the day they were messing about in the old quarry at the edge of town. How they had come across a group of the local kids torturing a stray dog, and how they two friends were chased and caught and beaten into not telling anyone what they had seen.
As the bullies left them bleeding on the ground. Lucky crawled over to jack and helped him up. As they started walking back home they decided to take a short cut through the old Miller place. In the overgrown yard at the back of the derelict house Jack stepped on some old rotten boards covering an old well shaft and plunged to the bottom before Lucky could grab him.
Shouting down to his friend he only heard silence. Worried that his friend was seriously injured Lucky looked frantically round to find something to use to get down the shaft. Finding nothing he crouched down near the edge of the opening straining to see if he could locate his friend.
I wish I could see him, he thought frantically to himself, as soon as the thought crossed his mind he fell back from incredible pain behind his left eye. Cupping his hand over his eye he was shocked to realise his eye was actually in his hand, still connected to it’s muscles and nerves. As he pulled so they stretched soon he had a few feet of cord in front of him and amazingly he could still see out of the eye.
Quickly he moved over to the shaft and lowered his eye down. As it got darker he realised he could still see. Soon it was near the bottom. There he found Jack unconscious at the bottom of the well blood weeping out a gash on his head.
Realizing his friend was in danger he thought of being able to lift him out, again he buckled to his knees as pain shot up his arms. Before his very eyes his left hand disconnected itself from his arm and went scuttling off over the edge of the well and down into the darkness carrying a handkerchief with it, while his right hand followed close behind but still connected to tendons and muscles. Looking up from his left eye he quickly spotted the two hands descending. Quickly the left hand applied the cloth to the wound and held it there while the right rapped its tendons under the boys shoulders like a sling started to pull itself back up the well taking Jack with it. His eye followed suit.

Once out of the well the eye flipped back into its socked and the hands reattached themselves to his arms, the only evidence that any of it happened was a slight red scaring round his wrists and eye.

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Still sitting there waiting for the signal he thought back again about what happened after that incident.

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Days later, with Jack making good progress, Lucky went over to the old Miller house again to think things through. He broke in and there in the dark living room he started to experiment. After the initial pain of each of his body parts being removed had subsided he found that further removal of the same part coursed him no pain but where the two parts of his body joined a faint red scare was left, these he kept covered by wearing baggy skater clothes.
Some how he could partly or fully detach parts of his body and subconsciously control them independently, he could also join body parts to make macabre little constructs to do his bidding.
These powers he kept to himself, which was easy as not many people had anything to do with him anyway.
A few years later Lucky turned 18 and no longer a ward of court so had to make it in the real world on his own. He and Jack got a flat together and soon after Jack got a place with a printing company making books for the blind. Lucky went from one dead end job to another until his luck changed.


There was the click of the comm. Unit going off in his head.

“ Captain the target is in the house, I repeat the target is in the house.”

“ Roger that, OK team this is a go, I repeat this is a go.”

With that Captain Lucky Monday was heading for the door, checking his gun and gas mask were in place. A quick sprint down the corridor of the old tenement block and he was at the flat they had been observing for the last two months. Finally he was about to put one of the biggest drug and sex slave trafficking rings out of action.

He was joined at the door seconds later by his strike team. The hinges were blown and Lucky was through the door in a flash. After that all hell broke loss. Though his team went by the numbers the boss man of the operation made it clean away seriously injuring one of the strike team.
In the aftermath of the operation everyone was congratulating him on a job well done but that evening he headed home knowing that yet again he had missed the main figure in the dealing of the white shit hitting the streets of his city.
One thing no one noticed was him pocketing some papers from the crime scene. When he got home he read and re-read them finding the vital information he needed to locate the scumbag.

Firstly thanks for the kind words and also the great advice on the powers I will try them out and revise the character soon.

OK here's another character background I wrote a while ago. I like this one a lot but have no idea how to represent his powers with Bash. Would someone kindly give me some pointers to get me going.

Cheers
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PATCHWORK

Nobody knew were Lucky Monday came from the only history he had of his life as a child was a news paper clippings he’d been given by the orphanage when he had turned 18 and was sent out into the world as an Adult.

Sitting in his little apartment he re-read the crumpled yellow paper again, as he had done millions of times before and wondered who his parents had been.
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The clipping read:

A local construction manager finds baby on building site.

In the early hours of Monday morning a small undernourished baby boy was found by Mr. John Matthews, construction manager for the new Palace Centre Mall.
Mr. Matthews was visiting the site on the bank holiday to pick up some paperwork for the following day when he heard a babies cry coming form one of the lift shafts.

Mr. Matthews stated “ there I was going down the stairs that rap round number two lift shaft when I stopped to catch my breath. It was then I heard a baby cry. I tracked the sound to the lift doors and removing the hording looked in.
To my astonishment there rapped in a blanket dangling from a piece of protruding metal was a baby..”

“ If you were to ask me I’d say the child had been dropped from the top of the shaft and had luckily got snagged up on the way down.”

Police think the child’s mother is young and in distress at the birth of the child. They commented it was possible that the mother wanted to cover up the birth and get rid of the baby.
The police are asking for help tracing anyone that may have seen the mother enter the building site to come forward.
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Another report a week later went on.

Building Site Baby doing well.

It has been confirmed today that the young child found abandoned on a building site a week ago is doing well and will be moved to one of the local state orphanages in the next week or so. The child, names Lucky Monday, after having a lucky escape and being found on a Monday, is said to be happy and smiling, with black hair and grey eyes.

The police again appealed to the public for assistance in tracing the child’s mother.

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Lucky finishes reading the clippings and places them back in his wallet. Waiting was the worst part of his job. He hated it, it gave him too much time to think.


Like the time he was thirteen and his powers first showed themselves. He didn’t have many friends at the orphanage, he’d grown up to be a rather thin pale skinned young lad with long jet black hair and piercing grey eyes. Though he was polite and studious, people were put off by his slightly of kilter appearance. One of the reasons he hadn’t been placed with a family yet.
He best, and probably only friend was Jack, a small weedy looking blind kid. Lucky was jack’s eyes and his protector from the local bullies. The one time his appearance seemed to be an advantage, most of the bullies left him alone because in their words “ he’s too weird”
So there he is waiting for the signal thinking back about Jack. Back to the day they were messing about in the old quarry at the edge of town. How they had come across a group of the local kids torturing a stray dog, and how they two friends were chased and caught and beaten into not telling anyone what they had seen.
As the bullies left them bleeding on the ground. Lucky crawled over to jack and helped him up. As they started walking back home they decided to take a short cut through the old Miller place. In the overgrown yard at the back of the derelict house Jack stepped on some old rotten boards covering an old well shaft and plunged to the bottom before Lucky could grab him.
Shouting down to his friend he only heard silence. Worried that his friend was seriously injured Lucky looked frantically round to find something to use to get down the shaft. Finding nothing he crouched down near the edge of the opening straining to see if he could locate his friend.
I wish I could see him, he thought frantically to himself, as soon as the thought crossed his mind he fell back from incredible pain behind his left eye. Cupping his hand over his eye he was shocked to realise his eye was actually in his hand, still connected to it’s muscles and nerves. As he pulled so they stretched soon he had a few feet of cord in front of him and amazingly he could still see out of the eye.
Quickly he moved over to the shaft and lowered his eye down. As it got darker he realised he could still see. Soon it was near the bottom. There he found Jack unconscious at the bottom of the well blood weeping out a gash on his head.
Realizing his friend was in danger he thought of being able to lift him out, again he buckled to his knees as pain shot up his arms. Before his very eyes his left hand disconnected itself from his arm and went scuttling off over the edge of the well and down into the darkness carrying a handkerchief with it, while his right hand followed close behind but still connected to tendons and muscles. Looking up from his left eye he quickly spotted the two hands descending. Quickly the left hand applied the cloth to the wound and held it there while the right rapped its tendons under the boys shoulders like a sling started to pull itself back up the well taking Jack with it. His eye followed suit.

Once out of the well the eye flipped back into its socked and the hands reattached themselves to his arms, the only evidence that any of it happened was a slight red scaring round his wrists and eye.

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Still sitting there waiting for the signal he thought back again about what happened after that incident.

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Days later, with Jack making good progress, Lucky went over to the old Miller house again to think things through. He broke in and there in the dark living room he started to experiment. After the initial pain of each of his body parts being removed had subsided he found that further removal of the same part coursed him no pain but where the two parts of his body joined a faint red scare was left, these he kept covered by wearing baggy skater clothes.
Some how he could partly or fully detach parts of his body and subconsciously control them independently, he could also join body parts to make macabre little constructs to do his bidding.
These powers he kept to himself, which was easy as not many people had anything to do with him anyway.
A few years later Lucky turned 18 and no longer a ward of court so had to make it in the real world on his own. He and Jack got a flat together and soon after Jack got a place with a printing company making books for the blind. Lucky went from one dead end job to another until his luck changed.


There was the click of the comm. Unit going off in his head.

“ Captain the target is in the house, I repeat the target is in the house.”

“ Roger that, OK team this is a go, I repeat this is a go.”

With that Captain Lucky Monday was heading for the door, checking his gun and gas mask were in place. A quick sprint down the corridor of the old tenement block and he was at the flat they had been observing for the last two months. Finally he was about to put one of the biggest drug and sex slave trafficking rings out of action.

He was joined at the door seconds later by his strike team. The hinges were blown and Lucky was through the door in a flash. After that all hell broke loss. Though his team went by the numbers the boss man of the operation made it clean away seriously injuring one of the strike team.
In the aftermath of the operation everyone was congratulating him on a job well done but that evening he headed home knowing that yet again he had missed the main figure in the dealing of the white shit hitting the streets of his city.
One thing no one noticed was him pocketing some papers from the crime scene. When he got home he read and re-read them finding the vital information he needed to locate the scumbag.

That night Fredrico Mendez was partying it up with two of his whores and a bag full of his shit at his hide away in the hills outside the city. Pulling himself away from the two beauties he went to the bathroom to relieve himself.

Turning round he came face to face with death himself. Standing before him by the air vent into the bathroom was a 6 foot tall shadow rapped in a patchwork coat gloves and boots. The only thing visible under the hood was a pair of red glowing eyes.

“ Mendez you have been found guilty of trafficking people, drugs and murder the sentence it death.”

With that the figures right hand shoots out from the sleeve of the coat and pins him to the bathroom wall. Mendez tries in vain to break free but the strength in that hand was unbelievable. Looking down he sees the other hand of the figure disconnect itself from the left arm and scuttle down its body and onto the floor. With swift movement the disembodied hand scuttles across the floor and up to the sink where it picks up the cut throat razor from its shaving stand. With a quick flip the hand leaps of the basin and lands on Mendez’s shoulder. The other hand in the meantime had moved up to Mendez’s chin and was holding him a foot off the ground by the throat.

“ Mendez this is for the lives you have ruined, the deaths you have coursed and the justice you have sneered at.”

With a quick flick of a disembodied wrist the razor slit the drug dealer’s throat. The figure before him watched as the live ebbed out of him and he was dead.

The next morning Captain Monday was at work as usual when his second in command came in with the morning papers.

“ Looks like Mendez crossed someone last night after slipping through our fingers. Slit his throat Just thought you’d want to know.”

When he was alone Lucky picked up the paper and read the story.

“ Justice will always win in the end. Lets hope this is a lesson to the rest of the scum in this city.” He says out loud to no one in particular.


Powers.

Lucky has the ability to disconnect parts of his body at will and subconsciously control them. He can put them together to form small animated beings depending on the situation. For example he could attach an eye to a hand to allow him to see at distance etc.
His skin has the ability to regenerate damage inflicted on him but where the body parts are disconnected he has permanent scaring (his body is chris crossed with them). He can also stretch his body to fit into tight spaces. He has above average strength and dexterity for a man of his size.
His body is so resilient to damage he once removed his heart and lungs, storing them in jars in his flat when he went on a large arms bust. He was hit a number of times but when examined in hospital later that night doctors were amazed they had missed all his vital organs.
Lastly his body adapts to his environment, if in fire his skin becomes resistant. If in the dark his eye alter to allow him to see.
As the bringer of justice he goes by the name patchwork after the coat he wears as his costume.


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BLOODY MARY

Mary Chambers literally bought the house down when she was born. Mary arrived into the world nine weeks early, born to a wealthy senator, everything money could buy was set up for the early arrival.
Little Mary came into the world screaming her little lungs out and that was the problem, Mary was born with her powers but because she was premature her vocal cords were under developed and she had no control over the power of the sounds she made. After the smoke cleared over the ruins of the hospital the unconscious little body of Mary Chambers was found next to her dead mother and whisked away never to be seen again .

Unbeknown to anyone Senator Chambers was the head of an organisation that had infiltrated the higher levels of politics throughout the world and pulled the strings of many of the major decisions in the political arena.
This secret society had untold wealth and access to unbelievable technology. This Chambers called upon to help save his daughter’s life, not out of love but because too much research and money had gone into the creation of Mary to see it all go to waste. The fact that his wife had died was an added bonus in his eyes and he could milk it for all it’s worth in front of the cameras.

Nine Months Earlier.
Senator and Mrs Chambers were waiting for the results of the IVF treatment hopefully this time it would have worked. Their doctor calls them in and with a smile on his face tells them they are with child. Overjoyed Chambers tells his wife to go phone their parents to give them the good news while he talked with the Doctor about what would happen next.

“Are you sure it will work this time Doctor”

“Yes Sir the embryo has attached itself to the womb and is healthy”

“So which one of the genetics was used this time?”

“ Well Sir we used the sonic enhanced genetic code for this one as it showed to be most stable in the lab. All I can say is if all goes well the society will have a very powerful asset to call upon in the future.”

“Very well all we can do is wait and see. Thank the team for me and I’ll see you in 12 weeks for the first scan.”

Shaking hands the Senator leaves the doctor’s office and rejoins his wife.


Present Day. Location: A hidden lab somewhere in America.

The baby was drugged and kept unconscious for the safety of all at the base. One sound to pass her lips could spell death for all involved.
Senator Chambers had just arrived and was looking at his daughter through the view port. There was no love in his eyes as far as he was concerned he was looking at a piece of technology, something to be used and thrown away when not needed. Turning he addressed the assembled people.

“ Though the early arrival of subject 665 was unforeseen I believe that phase one of this experiment can be classed as a success. Doctor would you please explain to the members of the board what will happen next”

“ As you all know the fact that the vocal cords were undeveloped at birth has caused a challenge for us. The subject, although possessing great power is unable to control it but the boys in R&D have just completed an operation that will rectify this”

The doctor hands over to another man standing next to him.

“ What we have developed gentlemen is a locking system using nano chip technology. We have surgically implanted this device into the lips of the subject and with a controller we can lock the subject’s mouth closed making her powers unusable.
With the correct conditioning and training the subject can still become the killing machine we envisioned”

With that a man in military fatigues stands.

“Gentlemen it will be my job to train the subject in hand to hand fighting, stealth and infiltration. When on a mission she will have three teams with her. The primary team will be her controllers, their job will be to get her to the target and unlock her powers for the attack. Once the job has been completed and the subject is safely away the locks will once again be activated.
Team two is a back up if the primary team get compromised and the last team is there to take out the subject if she were to over come her programming”

The Senator then takes the stand for the last time.

“ As you can see the next phase is about to begin, with all the training and the extended time the subject will spend in the growth tanks we should have an operational assassin ready in approximately 36 months.
Gentlemen please raise your glasses to the next stage of our plan for world domination.”


Three Years Later.

She slipped quietly through the darkened rooms of the hotel suite. She knew her target was asleep. Upon entering she had signalled to her handler and the now familiar click sounded in her head telling her, her powers had been activated. Now moving over to the bed she used those powers to deaden any sounds she might make. Looking down at her target there was no hint of guilt in her eyes; this was just another mission for her masters, nothing more nothing less.
Emptying her mind she summoned up the power that was her birthright and focused subsonic sound waves into the target’s skull cavity. Slowly she increased the wavelength, the harmonics slowly bashed the brain to pulp. She could have done it quickly and with more sound but that would have woken the target’s wife and she was not on the hit list, Mary always followed the plan to the letter. When blood started to seep from the targets nose, ears and eyes Mary knew her job was complete and left as quietly as she had entered.

Senator Chambers opened the morning paper and smiled at the headlines. 665 (or as the lab techs had named her Bloody Mary) were a great asset to them anyone not needed in the society or were a political opponent was targeted and with it the society was getting stronger and stronger.



Five Years Later.

The attack on the underground lab came quickly and out of the blue. Before any resistance could be mounted most of the security were dead. This was the culmination of 18 months of intelligence gathering by the countries top agencies. It had long suspected a group of unseen puppet masters were at work in the government and now it was a realisation. The operatives instructions were to kill everyone and gather as much information as possible to bring down the groups inner circle.

In the lab Mary comes awake. Suddenly she was alone. There were still people around her doing their jobs but she no longer heard the command voices in her head. She also became aware that her powers were active. Just then a blast shakes the lab. Soon there is panic and chaos. To begin with Mary sits where she is, waiting for her handlers to give her instruction, but no one comes.
Then there’s an explosion directly outside her cell, Mary instinctively uses her power to form a solid sound force field round herself, this takes the main brunt of the explosion and as the dust settles Mary makes her move. Deeper into the base she goes into areas she has never been. Down she goes away from the fire and destruction. Soon she spots one of the techs that handled her and grabbing him in a sound field. Takes him with her deeper and deeper into the base.
After a while Mary rests she communicates to the tech through sign language. Asking him what was happening.

He explains about the attack on the base by government forces, that somehow they knew the layout and weak spots in the labs security. First the computer main frame and generator had been destroyed and now they were going round systematically killing everyone.. This meant nothing to Mary but with no computer link her conditioning had been severed, she realised for the first time she could be free of her masters.

Deeper and deeper the two went until she found a disused lab many miles beneath the city. There she made the tech alter the locking device so that she could control it with her thoughts. After it was completed she quickly killed him to make sure none of the new codes could fall back into the hands of her masters.
Next she down loading the labs database directly into her brain through the port in the back of her neck that her received her command through learning everything about the organisation she work for and her real history. There and then she swore vengeance on Chambers for making her what she was and for using her mother like a lab experiment.

When the coast was clear Mary crept from her hiding place and out into the world keeping to the dark areas of the city she went about the business of tracking down all the operations set up by the organisation determined to locate her father and make him pay.

Months later Bloody Mary came to the attention of the authorities after she beat them to a warehouse operation owned by the organisation. The staff, all thugs and criminals in the pay of her father were found by the government agents dead bleeding from their eyes and ears all the windows in the building blown out.
CCTV revealed that their attacker was a young woman dressed in red leather jump suit and a long white leather trench coat.

Today Mary follows a bloody path to her father always one step behind. On a few occasions she has even saved the life a some government agents knowing deep down that they are all tracking the same prey. Time will tell if she will find her father and extract terrible revenge and once completed will she turn from this path of self destruction and use her powers to heal rather than destroy the world around her.

Powers:

Mary is a mutant that has been technologically altered by her masters. Her mutant powers give her control over sound. She is able to concentrate sound waves into concussive forces that can pulp human flesh and destroy buildings, she can solidify the sound around her to reflect bullets and other forms of attack, she is able to lift herself of the ground and fly on gathered sound waves around her body and finally she is able to dampen the sound around her making it impossible to detect her movements and allowing her to creep quietly about undetected. The major draw back is her inability to control her voice upon opening her mouth the sound omitted can kill thus speech of any sort is not available to her and she has learned sign language to communicate.
The technological implants also help her control her power for example the locking device in her mouth this means she can sleep knowing she won’t wake up to find the buildings around her destroyed because she made a noise while dreaming. Her eye sight has also been improved by implants allowing her to see in the dark and at great distances. Her hearing implants allow her to hear all sound around making it very difficult to surprise or ambush her. Finally the implant in the back of her neck allows her to port into any computer system and within minutes retrieve the data she is searching for.

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WOLF'S BANE

Maximus Bremark was a werewolf hunter, like his father before him and his father before him. Maximus could track his linage for ten unbroken generations. His tools of the trade were a mystical set of armour, and a glowing eldritch sword and shield. Maximus was a proud man and followed the traditions of his family with great honour.
Hunting werewolves was a passion and a calling. But lately he had noticed his enemies were getting bolder grouping together, many times in the last few months he had nearly been trapped and killed. This turn of events worried Maximus, his family, Helaina his wife, and Kulic his young son he knew were safe. He made sure that he stayed away from them so there would be no connection that the enemy could exploit, but still he had started to worry more and more about their safety.
After one really bad hunting trip Maximus decided that he was getting too old and careless and that if he were to die now who would teach his son the skills he would need to carry on the good fight.
To this end, in the middle of the night Maximus crept into their house, waking his wife he instructed her to get the boy ready to travel they were going to leave the area, leave the country and head for America were they could be a proper family without all the danger that went with his life.
Maximus had great abilities but he was careless that night and it wasn’t long before the enemy was snapping at his heels. For four days he managed to keep one step ahead of them. Eventually though the inevitable happened, as Maximus was ushering his family onto a plane they attacked. Maximus fought bravely but he couldn’t be in two places at once and it wasn’t long before they dragged his wife screaming from his arms. Knowing her husband could not safe them all her last desperate cries were for their son. Save him Maximus save our boy, was the last words he was ever to hear his wife speak.
Knowing there was no help for his wife now he grabbed the terrified boy and fled into the darkness. Five weeks later a middle aged widower and his young son bought a small house in a small town in a very quiet part of America. His name was Max Bremer and it wasn’t long before he opened up a bookshop.
For many years the Bremer’s lived a happy quiet life, rumour had it that Mr Bremer was once a world class fencing instructor before his wife’s death and it was a common site for father and son to be seen practicing on their front lawn in the summer evenings.
By the time the Robert Bremer was 18 he had grown into a tall athletic young man following his father in looks and personality, although there was gentleness in him that the locals thought must have been inherited from his mother.
Peace ended when Robert’s father came home early from the shop, he looked terrible and was bleeding from many wounds. Max refused to tell his son what was wrong but to pack they had been found and they had to run.
Over the next few weeks they moved from motel to motel not staying long always paying in cash. It was while they travelled that Max told Robert about their true identity His family history and his mother’s death. Kulic argued with his father that they should stand and fight that they should avenge his mother’s death but Maximus would have none of it, he would keep his promise to his wife and keep his son safe.
Soon time ran out for them and they were left with nowhere to run, the last battle of Maximus Bremark, Werewolf hunter and father took place at an old disused rail yard. Dressed again in the black armour and carrying the eldritch sword of his ancestors he fought a great fight giving no quarter and expecting non. All the time protecting his son with sword shield and his own body when need arose it was too little too late as he lay dying in his son’s arms with five werewolves circling their prey he asked his son for forgiveness for not saving him. Kulic covered with his father’s blood laid the dying man gently on the ground and slowly picking up his father’s sword turned to face the enemy with hatred and vengeance in his heart. To this day Kulic is still shocked at what happened to him that night, as he turned, sword in hand ready to die next to his father a warm glow spread over his body raising the sward as the first enemy attacked he noticed his hand was covered in metal and the sword a blue nimbus of eldritch energy as the heat inside him built more armour appeared on his body until he was encased in a shell of black glossy metal. The heat kept on building until it consumed him he fed it with all his anger and hatred and charged his would be killers.
With his last strength Maximus watched as his son took down five werewolves he was a demon a killer an avenging angel his father loved him and hated having to pass to him the burden of responsibility that he had so long run away from. He was also very proud of what his son had become and based over into the after live knowing there was a new angel of death walking the earth from that night on and wow betide the evil that crossed his path.
As the heat in Kulic died he looked round to see five dead men on the ground at his feet and his armour and sword gone though the battle had left its mark on him, having looked evil in the eye that night his hair had for ever gone white.
Kulic went to his father then and carried him gently away from the battlefield to a small wooded area where he laid him to rest in an unmarked grave so that the enemy could never again hurt him. Standing there by the grave of his father Kulic vowed to carry on the fight, to protect the innocent and destroy evil in what ever form it took.
Months later Kulic crept back into their old house and took a few personal things that belonged to his father, his mother’s wedding ring and an old wooden box containing eight large gem stones, a diary and a note which read
“ Dear son if you are reading this then something has happened to me take these gems and sell them use the money to start a new live, look after your mother’s ring it is all we have of her and read the diary it contains all you need to know of the family and the power of the mystical armour that was his by blood. God bless and protect you son for I could not. Your ever loving father.”

2007 twelve years have gone by since Kulic lost his father he owns his own bookshop dealing with the occult and legends and he is doing well. He has come to terms with his loss though some nights he is awaken by bad dreams. He know to that his father would be proud of him also as he uses his powers to help others, the city around him are full of extraordinary people with extraordinary abilities and every now and then he fights along side them his sword glowing and his eyes blazing with eldritch fire, righting the wrongs of others and destroying evil.
When his is in one of his darker modes he will go away for weeks at a time returning to his normal live when he’s had time to exercise his demons, on these trips he lets his anger and hatred rule his thoughts and at times like this every werewolf he finds becomes his prey.

General Note : the armour’s appearance has changed over the centuries to best fit in with the world around it and how the wearer see it. Being surrounded by modern day superheroes the armour has taken on a slightly hi-tech look. Kneel length boots, body hugging body plates and a trench coat over the top. The helmet has been replaced by rap round shades and Kulic wears his hair long.

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Post by steveraceuk on Mon Dec 03, 2012 8:47 am

Excellent work......!! Really nice stuff. Most of the time i've kept my background material short as it's been designed to fit on a character sheet or card. That said, i'm loving the deatil you've put into these. Thanks for sharing your work.
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Post by jamat on Mon Dec 03, 2012 2:36 pm

Thanks for the kind comments. I have a load more I will post, I love creating characters.

The next one, along with Mirror, were created for the first edition of D6 Powers superhero game and were published in it.

BLUE BOTTLE

Jonathan Miller was an average looking boy born into a hard working family in the Bronx, New York. His father was a repairman for a local electronics shop and his mother was a full time housewife looking after their five children, Jonathan being the eldest.
Jonathan loved school and learning, he had a knack for the sciences especially electronics and in his spare time and school holidays would go on call outs with his father to lend a hand.
The area where the miller family lived was not a rich neighbourhood, there was a lot of crime and the local youths went round in gangs. It was not a good idea to be seen to be different or to have ideas above one’s station. Jonathan’s parents were very worried that their son would not amount to anything if he didn’t apply himself to his schooling.
Although Jonathan wanted to make his parents happy and provide for his family pressure was being put on him from the local gangs to join them. His knowledge of mechanics and electronics was seen as an asset to be exploited. After an attack, a warning from one gangs of what would happen to his father if he didn’t join them Jonathan took up their colours.
The following twelve months saw Jonathan in and out of the juvenile courts on charges of breaking and entering and car jacking. His relationship with his father went down hill until he would walk out of the room when Jonathan walked in. This broke Jonathan’s heart but deep down he knew that as long as he worked with the gang his parents would be safe, his schooling also suffered and he was expelled.

Everything changed when he was caught while breaking into the electrical shop his father worked for. In this robbery the old security guard, someone Jonathan had known most of his life was badly injured. In court the jury believed that Jonathan had not taken part in the beating of the guard but that fact that he was there and didn’t try to stop it, in their eyes made him as bad as the other gang members. Jonathan was sentenced to five years in a youth centre.

During his time in prison Jonathan had time to reassess his life, taking the fall as he had insured his families safety and being in prison allowed him to start studying again. It was not long before he had read all the books in the library on electronics and was requesting more advanced ones to be made available to him. Part of the Centres curriculum was to teach the inmates a trade and one of the teachers saw a natural if somewhat obsessive need in Jonathan to learn and got all the books that were available for Jonathan to devour. While at the centre his teacher managed to persuade one of his old professors, to give his class a talk. The meeting with this academic was a turning point for Jonathan and by the time his sentence was completed he had not only caught up with the school work he had missed but had done a degree in electronics, mechanics and advanced electronics.

Upon re-entering society Jonathan applied for a scholarship for a research doctorate in advanced electronics, even though he had a criminal record the university accepted him on his academic qualifications. As part of the cause the highest scoring student would get a summer placement working with the world renowned Dr. Theodore Rhinewood, a leading light for many years into the field of electronics. Jonathan knew an opportunity like this only came along once in a life time and worked and studied all hours god sent, it all paid off and he was marked top of the class and given the placement.

On the day Jonathan started his placement at the Rhinewood institute for electronics he was informed that he would be working along side Dr. Theodore Rhinewood himself.
Jonathan got the shock of his life when he was introduced to Rhinewood, as he was the one and the same Doctor that gave the lecture on electronics at the youth centre.
Over the course of his placement the old man and young student became close friends, this friendship leading Rhinewood to confide in Jonathan that in the 40s he had been the Amazing Blue Bottle - a superhero that fought in the Second World War. Seeing in Jonathan a dedication and honesty that he thought he would never see in the youth of today the old man showed the Jonathan his old battle suit.
There and then in the basement of the Rhinewood’s house the two men made a packed that Jonathan would take over the title and legacy of the Blue Bottle and in return he would help the young man build a bigger and better suit to fight evil in the world. Jonathan jumped at the chance firstly to be able to work on a private project with Rhinewood and secondly he wanted to be able to help innocent people like his family to life their lives without fear.
The project took on a life of its own, even when Jonathan went back to university he would spend every waking hour in the basement with Rhinewood creating new circuits, better armour and more advanced weaponry. They even created a devise to shrink the suits wearer to the actual size of a blue bottle.
One evening Rhinewood was reminiscing with Jonathan over the battles he had fought against the nazi war machine when Jonathan asked him why he had taken the name blue bottle. Rhinewood explained that as a kid he had been fascinated with insects and in his few the Blue Bottle was one of the warrior races in the insect world. This discussion went on into the early hours of the morning, the two men theorizing what it would be like if they could build a devise that would allow them to communicate and control insects. Maybe it was the lack of sleep or just the fact that they were scientist who wanted to push the bounds of science to its limits but over the next three years the two men put aside the new battle armour to explore this possibility.
The finished product was a circuit that could be implanted into the back of the users neck attached to nero pathways in the brain. The body’s electrical pulses would power it and a small part of the brain would control it. In theory with the chip installed the user could emit an electrical pulse on the same wavelength as that used in the insects brain there by giving the user limited communication abilities with them.
The problem was all this was theory but after long discussions Rhinewood, against his better judgement allowed Jonathan to become the test subject. It wasn’t long after the operation that the real power of the chip became known running some tests the two men realised that the chip had tapped into other abilities granting Jonathan not only the power to communicate with insects but by changing the frequencies in the pulses control them and even see through their eyes at great distances.
With these new found skills Rhinewood and Jonathan turned their attention back to the Blue Bottle battle suit knowing that with these extra abilities Jonathan would be better prepared to fight crime.
As the suit was nearing completion Rhinewood, who had been feeling unwell for a couple of months, was told he had an incurable brain tumour. He knew his time was short and worked night and day to complete the suit before his mind failed him. Seven years after the two men first met the armour was completed Rhinewood now in a wheel chair looked on proudly as Jonathan stood before him in their finished creation. Doctor Theodore Rhinewood died peacefully in his sleep three weeks later knowing that the legacy he had created as a young man in the 1940’s would live on through the spirit of a young man he had come to love like the son he never had.
Now Jonathan holds true to his promise to his old mentor and goes fourth into the night to do battle with evil in the name of THE BLUE BOTTLE and the memory of his old friend.


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RESCUE

John Brooks was always different; from an early age things seemed to go missing around him or when down in one place would appear few minutes later.
Unbeknownst to his parents John was born a mutant it was later thought this was due to his mother’s job as a specialist in radiology, that in the first few months of pregnancy John had be exposed to high levels of X-rays that triggered his mutant gene before birth. John was raised in a loving environment, his parents taught him good values and morals that would be the backbone to his believes in later live.

It was around his tenth birthday that his parents noticed his powers for the first time and put two and two together. They were in the garden one sunny afternoon when they heard John shouting for their pet cat to come down from a tree at the bottom of the garden, John’s father went to see if he could help only to watch in amazement as John pointed his finger at the cat and, pop it disappeared only to reappear in John’s hands seconds later. John was quickly ushered into the house where his mum gave him a check up. After a long talk and the realisation that John was a mutant his parents persuaded him not to use his powers in front of anyone except them, but they felt that as this power was part of their son he should learn to use it so while at home, with just the three of them about he was allowed to practice.

In School john excelled in the sciences and upon leaving he went to Cambridge to study medicine. Leaving after seven years with is doctorate and masters in biology and chemistry.

He worked for five years in a hospital near his parents but became frustrated with the bureaucracy of the profession, it was at this time he was approached by Mr. Whyte, the head of a new government department dealing with the problem of terrorists, both normal and super powered. He had been told that John was an excellent doctor and that there was a place in the department for him as the head of a medical back up team, their job would be to go in after a raid and stabilize any wounded team members or civilians. John saw this as a great opportunity to help people on the front line rather than patching up the drunks and wackos in A&E and accepted the offer.

Life was thrilling for John after that, he travelled the world with his team and became friends with some of the toughest super powered people in the department. All this time though he kept his own power secret, who would want to know about his weak little power to move objects when the supers in the team could rip steel apart with their bare hands.

Everything changed one particular rescue mission; a group of terrorists had captured the British embassy in a little South American country and were threatening to kill the hostages unless their leader was released from prison (he had been captured months earlier in a bomb attack in a shopping centre). The four man rescue team went in but were unprepared for the fact that the terrorists had hired themselves some super powered mercenaries and with in minutes one was injured, one dead and the other two were pined down. Viewing the carnage on the remote cameras all John could think about was his friends and the hostages, grabbing his medical equipment he ran into the building. Once inside he located the team and attempted to reach them. As he ran across a room to get to them one of the terrorists opened up with a machine gun, at first everyone there thought he had been hit but something unbelievable happened, as the bullets got within an inch of John they winked out of sight, seconds later the man who had shot at him screamed and fell to the ground with six bullets in his chest.

Having no time to think about what had just happened John reached his friends. Assessing the situation he knew the only way his injured teammate would survive was an immediate evac, but being under heavy fire this seemed impossible. John took a few deep breaths to calm himself knowing exactly what he had to do, radioing the medical team outside he ordered them to clear an area to the north of the building in view of the window he was looking out of. That he had one serious case with multiple laser wounds and to be ready to receive him. With that he pointed his finger at his patient and, pop he vanished seconds later he got an astonished call from his medical team that “The patient has appeared and is stable.” Smiling he turned to the others and said it was time to go and with that popped each of them in turn to safety, lastly he bent and closed the eyes of his dead team mate feeling angry that he hadn’t been fast enough to save him, he pointed his finger and sent him home. Now on his own he realised that the hostages were still in the building so he went to find them, what actually happened in the following half an hour no one knows except John but when the shooting and shouting was over and the backup team stormed the building John was sitting on the stairs in the hall with the hostages by his side and dead gun men and unconscious super villains all around.

After John’s debriefing he was confessed to being a mutant and the department sent him to be tested to see what the limits to his powers were. They learned that John was a teleporter but not like any they had seen before, he was unable to teleport himself but could use his power on others as long as they were in line of site. He was able to teleport items out of peoples hands (like guns) and teleport his target very fast on the same spot thereby disorientating them and if done long enough led to unconsciousness.
If this wasn’t enough the most amazing side effect of his power his ability to surround himself with energy field that teleported way anything that touched it. Thus someone hitting him would disappear to reappear somewhere else, but the most disturbing use of this power was that he could teleport a missile attack back onto his attacker (this seems to happen automatically) as in the incident with the gunman at the embassy.
Testing also showed that this power had its limitations and sometimes damage got through, thus it was decided to provide John with lightweight body armour. This allowed him to see in the dark and have its own air supply in case of gas attacks, the suit also had jets in the boots to give him the ability to leap great distances, as his powers didn’t work on himself it was felt he would need some means of getting in and out of the fire zone quickly.

A year of intensive training later the Anti-terrorist squad got its doctor back but this time he went in with them on missions, knowing that wasted time was wasted lives. The department heads wanted to call him Transporter but his team felt he deserved something more fitting to what he had done and it wasn’t long before his code name was changed to RESCUE.

As RESCUE John also helps out local authorities with accidents and has also been lent to other superhero teams that may need medical backup for dangerous adventures. In his spare time John works for a charity hospital, which he part owns and runs with his mother and her colleagues.


John is 5’11” and of athletic build. His hair brown and cut short and his skin is tanned, the one thing that everyone remembers about him when asked is his piercing grey green eyes that seem to look right into your soul, but which also reflects the compassion in his heart.

John has a caring manner and a comforting word for everyone he treats. He has seen and been touched by violence in his life and knows that to stop this force sometimes needs to be used. It is not in Johns nature to go out of his way to hurt someone but he believes a terrorist makes his chose in live by picking up a gun or setting off a bomb and if they are hurt as a result of their actions then be it on their own heads.
As Rescue John will assess the situation before him deal with the wounded and let the rest of the team do the dirty work relying on his energy field to remove any possible threat from his immediate area.

CONTACTS AND ALLIES
1) Mother – Rose Brooks Professor of radiology
2) Father - Robert Brooks Professor of robotics
3) Code Blue rescue team – consisting of the following members
White Light (energy projectionist)
Magnum (Weapons specialist with body armour)
Smoke (Mutant with the power to go incorporeal)
Gig (computer expert with the power to control machines)
Bedrock (the muscle)
4) Mr. Whyte – head of the anti terrorist department.

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UNDERTAKER

William Barnet was a world renown forensic scientist who had cracked dozens of cases for the police in his career. It was then no surprise when his services were called upon to collect evidence against a leading figure in the underworld in a multiple murder investigation.
One evening William found what he needed to crack the case while examining one of the bodies, all he needed to do was extract the DNA from the body and match it to that for the suspect. While the sample was being processed William went up stairs to report his findings and to let the detective in charge know that he was close to getting the evidence they needed.
Unbeknownst to William the detective’s partner was on the pay roll of the suspect and in no time at all there were thugs on the way to ransack the morgue and destroy the evidence. While this was all happening William grabbed a sandwich and coffee from the canteen and headed back down to the morgue.
The extraction process was well underway and William was half way through his second sandwich when four men burst into his lab. Moving quickly they grabbed William and tied him up. Then started to search for the evidence. After ten minutes with no luck, and getting more and more edgy because they were in the basement of a police station they decided the quickest way to find it would be to torture William.
They carried the struggling scientist over to the dissection table and started to remove his fingers. By the third finger William was directing them to what they had come for. It was then the bent cop came in to see what was taking so long and was horrified that they hadn’t blind folded William and that a terrified William had just seen his face. There was no time for niceties the cop grabbed one of the scalpels and plunged it into William’s chest puncturing his heart. With the dead body the thugs opened the embalming tank and dumped the body in to it closing the lid behind them and made good their escape.
Hours later the detective in charge of the murder case came down to get the DNA results only to find the morgue ransacked and William’s dead body floating in embalming fluid.
William’s body was removed to another morgue for autopsy and the scalpel bagged as evidence.
In the early hours of the following morning the police were called to the morgue
Someone had taken William Barnet’s body all that was left at the scene was a pair of wet bear foot prints on the tiled floor.
A week after William’s disappearance someone broke into the evidence locker at the station and stole the scalpel that had been used to kill William. The police put it down to some very sick murder souvenir hunter and closed the file.
Over the next few months four bodies turned up all with the same M.O. All the bodies had been subjected to server decay all had died in agony and all had the look of terror on their faces. Then a cop turned up dead in exactly the same fashion but with this was a file containing all of the cops dirty dealings his connection with an underworld big name and a description of his part in the killing of William Barnet and links to the four previous bodies and that crime.

William Barnet Didn’t die that night somehow the embalming fluid fused with his DNA and reanimated him. After his death he left the morgue under his own steam after coming round. He broke into the police station and stole his scalpel as he sensed a connection to it. Then set about collecting evidence to link all the people involved in his death together. He then went hunting with the soul intention of reeking terrible revenge on his murderers.
Now he has fulfilled his mission he prowls the streets helping those in need and righting terrible wrongs against the innocent.

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The embalming fluid fused with William’s DNA somehow reanimating his dead body and granting him certain abilities. Just by touching something or someone he can make them/ it decay and turn to dust, he can also reverse this process. He can also regenerate wounds inflicted on him and is immune to aging, disease, exhaustion, starvation and suffocation. The fluid has also made him tougher and faster than a normal human.

He also has a connection to the scalpel used to kill him not only can it cut but each time he uses it on a living thing he can drains life essence from its victim through the blade.


As the undertaker William wears a Victorian undertakers outfit complete with black long coat, black trousers, black waist coat and white shirt. The costume is topped off with a black tall had with black ribbon rapped round it with the ends flowing down the back. Since his death William’s skin has taken on a pale green hue, his hair has gone white at the front and his eyes have turned pure white.

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Post by steveraceuk on Mon Dec 03, 2012 3:14 pm

Your real name isn't Kevin, is it? Very Happy If not, you and hear would get along very well given by the sheer volume of words you can put out. Very cool stuff.
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Post by jamat on Mon Dec 03, 2012 7:00 pm

No the names Jason Very Happy

Here's a few more:

BOWMAN

Martin Frazer had it all great life, beautiful house, fast car and fantastic job. Interested in electronics from and early age it was no surprise to either his family or friends that one day he would be at the top of his field and living the high life.
Martin’s only problem was his recklessness, He worked hard and played even harder. He couldn’t keep a girlfriend as he got bored easily and would end up in the bed of the next girl to show him interest. This recklessness spread to his other passion, anything and everything fast. His motor bike was top of the range, his car was the best on the market, his boat the fastest on the water.
Many weekends he would be out in one or the other speeding through the countryside or across some lake. His friends loved him for all his faults but feared for his safety, as he got more and more reckless the faster he went.

All this came crashing down, literally, one summers day when he took a turning too fast in the mountains of Italy, swerving to miss an oncoming bus his car jumped the siding and before anything could be done went sailing out into fresh air.
The car struck earth 60 feet below and it was a miracle that it didn’t explode. It took fire fighters 5 hours to free him, only being able to do so when the emergency doctor at the scene took the decision to remove his trapped legs below the knees.
The fire fighters later said that if it wasn’t for the fact the car had the best role cage fitted, Martin would have died on impact.

It took nearly a year after the crash for Martin to be well enough to be allowed home. A few months later he started his rehabilitation and training in the use of a pair of artificial legs. Martin hated them, he hated life, he hated his family and he hated his friends, but most of all he hated himself. The accident made him grow up fast and realise what a total selfish bastard he was but the situation he now found himself in also pushed him into depression and he refused to see anyone locking himself away from public life.

It was on one of the many and unsuccessful visits by his councillor to get him to start using his artificial legs that they started talking about other avenues of exercise. His councillor suggested that if Martin was adamant on not using the legs he would have to increase his upper body to compensate for the loss of his legs. Apart from lifting weights he suggested Martin come with him to the local archery club he belonged to. There were a number of wheelchair bound people there who had taken up the sport to strengthen their arms, one was even an Olympic champion.

It took another 6 months of gentle persuasion from his councillor but eventually he agreed, if only to shut the guy up. The following Saturday Jake (his councillor) picked Martin up and they set off to the club.
Once there one of the coaches measured Martin up for a bow. He then went through the rules of the club and the target range. After a few false starts it soon became apparent that Martin was actually quite good at it. He even started to enjoy himself for the first time since the accident, but of course he kept that to himself.
The following Saturday they went again and before long it had become a regular thing. With this new found interest Martin also started to come out of his depression and look at other challenges. Soon he was driving again, though this time it was a smart estate car adapted for his needs. He also started going back into his workshop at home and tinker with electronic circuits.
This tinkering soon developed into an obsession to create simple devices to improve his standard of living. Then one day he sat down and realised the only why he could improve his life was to be able to walk again. Thus started his secret project, to design and build a pair of legs that would allow him to walk again.
Two years later he succeeded in doing just that. Though he was unsure about telling anyone just yet. That Saturday he went off to archery as usual. He had become very proficient at the sport and was training for selection for the next Olympic squad.
Returning home after a gruelling session he entered the house only to be confronted by two men. One grabbed him and overturned his chair kicking and laughing at him, calling him cripple and demanding where his money was. Slightly dazed he told them where the safe was and the combination to it. Beleiving the cripple couldn’t do anything to harm them they left him in the hall and went searching for the safe.
Getting his senses back Martin pulled himself up into a sitting position at the bottom of the stairs and after some effort retrieved his archery bag that he had dropped in the first few second of the attack. Deciding there and then that what ever happened he was not a cripple and he would not be treated as one. The anger he had bottled up since the accident came flooding back but this time instead of being rash and reckless he was calm and controlled. Quickly and quietly he strung his bow and laid out four arrows along the step beside him. Taking one of them he loaded the bow and waited with the arrow trained on the door in front of him.
As the men came back into the hall Martin challenged them.

“Stop where you are or I’ll fire.” He shouted raising the bow level with the closest of the two.

“Don’t make me laugh you cripple. Put that down before ewe make you sorry” replied the leader of the two before stepping towards Martin.

“ I warn you I will fire.”

Laughing in his face the thug went for him. Everything then happened very quickly. The thug made a grab for Martin, reacting from pure reflex Martin’s finger slipped of the string. Next the thug is staggering back a look of total surprise and disbelieve on his face. Looking down he grabs the arrow protruding from his stomach.
Seeing movement behind the first thug, Martin reacts on instinct, within seconds a second arrow is notched and let loose to find its mark in the fleshy area of the second thugs upper left leg. With a scream he falls roles and reaches for something in his pocket.
As if in slow motion the thugs brings up a gun and swings it towards Martin. As the hand moved so did Martin a third arrow was notched, the gun comes up, the arrow is loosened, the gun is levelled the arrow hits its target and buries itself up to a third of its length into the barrel of the gun. Still moving Martin falls forward twisting as he does so to end up on his back, already the fourth arrow is notched and as he hits the hall floor the arrow is driven through the thugs gun hand. The thug screams again and drops the gun. All is quiet.

What seems like hours pass before Martin looks up. Before him is the first thug sat with his back against the wall, holding the arrow protruding from his body slowly being surrounded by a pool of blood. The second thug is on his knees, on leg out at an angle with an arrow through his thigh cradling his gun hand still with the fourth arrow embedded in it..

Pulling himself back up into a sitting position Martin realises he still has his mobile in his pocket. Quickly he phone the police and dragging himself back to the stairs retrieve another arrow and covers the two thugs until help arrives.

Jake was first to visit him the following day. It was all in the news papers, Local disabled man fights back, Two criminals in custody. But Martin wasn’t interested he didn’t want to be pitied or respected, as he explained to Jake he was protecting his life. At that moment in that situation he suddenly realised he wanted to live and no one was going to jeopardise that. When he finally managed to persuaded Jake he was fine and to go home, Martin went into his workshop and picking up his invention strapped on his new legs. Standing for the first time in years Martin took his first faltering steps. The next few months saw Martin become efficient in their use and soon he was running round the house like a spring lamb. Still he did not confide his creation with any one, for some reason this was the other Martin Frazer the one who could walk and jump and kick a ball, he didn’t want reality to burst his bubble so he continued to keep it secret.

The summer he got a place on the Olympic team and training started in earnest. One night after a hard day on the target range, Martin sat in bed with a glass of wine and thought back over the events of the break in. He realised that while it was happening he had disconnected himself from the actual events and had acted on pure reflex and instinct. In those few seconds he had known the arrow would go into the barrel of the gun knew the next arrow would hit the thugs hand, it was as if he had seen it all before hand and knew each arrow would hit its target and that as soon as he had let go he was moving onto the next safe in the instinctive knowledge that each arrow couldn’t miss.
He also admitted to himself that in those split second he had felt more alive than he had done since the accident, probably more alive then he had ever felt driving fast cars.

Early the next morning Martin is back in his workshop this time he is sketching up the design a light collapsible bow with electronic circuitry controlling its operation. Once it was built and tested Martin went back to his legs and altered and improved them. He developed circuitry that would allow him to run at greater speed and jump higher than normal. He developed a skin tight body armour that could deflect bullets and 18 months later he ventured out onto the city streets to fight crime to protect those who couldn’t protect themselves, and to thrill in the hunt.
Soon the press had dubbed him Bowman and called him the best shot in the world.

Martin realised that soon the people would start looking at the archery community to see if they could find a face to the hero knowing this would be dangerous to his family and friends he decided that he would remain wheelchair bound, who would expect a cripple of being able to run and jump like this incredible Bowman. So now Martin Frazer lives two lives on a successful electronics expert and Olympic champion the other the arrow shooting dark avenger BOWMAN.

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Post by jamat on Mon Dec 03, 2012 7:01 pm

RED DRAGON

Matthew’s parents lived in a boring house , Cardiff South Wales. They had boring jobs, and Matthew knew from an early age that he didn’t want to end up as boring as them

As Matthew grew up he started to get into trouble, first shop lifting then as he got older things got more serious steeling cars and breaking into houses. Finally he was expelled from school.

Not having to attend school gave Matthew even more time on his hands he carried on his criminal activities. It wasn’t long before he came to the attention of a local thug named Morgan. Morgan ran a small operation out of a warehouse in an area of the Cardiff docklands called Tiger Bay. Morgan controlled the local prostitutes, casinos, smuggling (both goods and people) and protection. Matthew was invited to meet Morgan and nobody refused Morgan so Matthew nervously went along.

At the warehouse Morgan asked the 16 year old what he wanted out of live.

“That’s easy. Money and respected. But most of all I don’t want to end up working my life away like my parents, I want excitement and adventure.”

“Good then we may be of help to each other. I want to offered you a place with my team. It would be small work to begin with but once you find your feet you could become a respected member of this community.”

Matthew couldn’t believe his luck.

“Yes I want the job and no way am I going to let you down Mr. Morgan.”

“Good lad now go with Tony over there and he’ll give you your first assignment.”

Tony was a big bruiser, he used to be a boxer before it was found out he was taking dives for Morgan, although nothing could be proven against the boss. Tony ran Morgan’s protection arm of the business and this was where they saw Matthew starting.

Over the following months Tony accompanied Matthew to the retail area of the housing estate he lived on and instructed him in the finer art of extracting money from the shop owners.

After about a year Tony let the boy run the south side of Cardiff’s protection racked. Now Matthew had what he always wanted Money, excitement and respect (or fear depending on which side of a well placed fist you were on).
His parents by this time disowned him and the community started to shun them for allowing their boy to go bad. So one morning on the way to work Matthew’s dad approached his son to try and talk sense into him.

As this was going on Tony came round the corner. Seeing Tony the boy turned to leave, it was then that Matthew’s father grabbed his arm.

“Don’t you dare turn your back on me I haven’t finished with you yet.”

The boy spun round and looked directly into his father’s eyes.

“Take your hands of me old man. I will have respect even from you.”

“Respect, you don’t deserve respect you are the shit people scrape off their shoes..”

By now Tony was level with the two men. Matthew wanting to loss face with both Tony and the boss swung his fist hard into the older man’s face. There was a sound of cartilage breaking and his father staggers and drops to his knees. Turning Matthew walks over to Tony and they leave.

“ Who was that then boy.”
“ No one, just a mark that didn’t show me some respect, forget him. So what have you got in store today.”

“ The boss wants you, me and a couple of the lads to go and give some old shit a message from him. It looks like he’s muscled in on the bosses import export business but won’t pay the protection.”

They arrived at Wolf Import and Export twenty minutes later.
Things didn’t go quite to plan. The old boy resisted to the point that he actually struck Tony a good left hook that staggered the big thug. Like Matthew earlier Tony couldn’t let his boys see this go without punishment so he laid into the old boy with both fists. What was left was not recognisable. Matthew and two others pulled him of the dead body and left as quickly as they could but not before Tony ordered the warehouse torched.
When the boss heard what had happened he was not happy but he understood Tony’s temper and suggested that all involved should go away for awhile until it all blew over. Matthew was sent to north Wales to hide and to only come back when the boss sent a message it was all clear.

Unknown to anyone, the dead old man had a son, this man was Eric Wolf and Eric was a retired special forces operative, and he had installed a surveillance system in his old man’s warehouse for protection. Upon viewing the tapes Eric put out some calls to some friends and that evening a group of six men left Eric’s house to go hunting, Eric’s old unit The Wolf Pack had reformed for one last mission.

The first Matthew knew something was wrong was when one of the Bosses messengers arrived at the guest house he was staying at.

“The boss says you have to go run hard and fast and find a hole where no one can find you. Tony and the others are all dead.”

Just then the door to his guest room crashes open and two men open fire shooting the messenger dead. Being quick witted Matthew had been on the move as soon as the door opened and was close enough to the window to jump but not before one of the bullets struck him in the side. Hitting the ground hard Matthew was quickly up on his feet and running. Steeling a car he made to escape only to notice two cars coming up fast behind him. Soon they were in the open country side heading ever higher into the Welsh mountains. Turning a bend in the road Matthew noticed one of his pursuers lean out and fire at his tires. One burst and Matthew had to fight to keep control. Thinking fast Matthew realised there was now only one thing to do.
Speeding up he turned into another bend and for a moment his pursuers were out of site and in that split second he swung the car out and over the valley edge The Wolf Pack turned the corner just in time to see the car sail out over the valley and crash down the hill side. Matthew in the mean time had jumped before the car had left the road and was now climbing up further into the mountains. Luck though was not with Matthew as when the car hit the valley bottom it did not explode as he had hoped. This meant the men how heading down would quickly find the car empty.

Matthew bleeding heavily made it to a ledge near the top of the mountain and edging round found the ledge leading to a cave. Crawling in exhausted and half dead with loss of blood Matthew collapsed.

Opening his eyes Matthew expected to be looking down the barrel of a gun but instead of a gunman there stood a small old man in cords and a cardigan.

“who are you? Where am I?”

“Who I am is of no importance at present as to where we are well that easy your lying and bleeding in my cave.”

“What about the men chasing me the ones who are trying to kill me.”

“their outside looking for you as we speak. Oh and please don’t make it sound like you’re the innocent party in all this I know what you’ve done Matthew, I know all about you and I’m very disappointed.”

“anyway We don’t have time for idol chit chat. I find it tiresome talking to no good little shits like you anyway. But then I still see a glimmer of hope for you.”

“Believe it or not you belong to a line of kings. I know I can feel them turning in their graves as we speak. How could their noble line be marred with a worm like you. Well you are all I have to work with so I suppose you’ll have to do.
Now I have a proposition for you, shall we say a chance to redeem yourself. A chance to safe your skin and do some good. I can grant you the power to do good in the world all you have to do is accept it.”

While the old man was talking Matthew readied himself to escape. With the last of his strength he launched himself at the old man only to fall flat on his face having passed right through him.

“that was stupid Boy. Do you know how I am. Let me give you a clue. This hill you climbed is called Merlin’s Mount. Now do you see who you are messing with. Do you realise you are descended from King Arthur himself that you have a spark in you that could save this land and the world around as he once did. Your father had that spark but turned down my offer. He turned it down because you had just been born and he wanted to protect you and your mother. And how did you repay him you humiliated him in the street in front of his friends.
So you listen up and you listen good you have two choices you take what I’m offering and I ignite that spark that hides in you cold heart or I feed you to the Wolves.”

Now Matthew was scared and if what he said was true then it would be better to have the power than to die and with the power he could teach this old boy some respect.

“Good you have decided.” With that the old man places Matthew firmly on the ground and steps back. Raising his hands fire erupts around Matthew and slowly the circle decreases until the young man is enveloped in the flames. The pain is unbearable Matthew prays to die but the pain goes on for what feels like an eternity.
Then suddenly it stops.

“It is done boy. You now hold in your soul the power of kings a flame that could be a beacon of hope for many in the coming years.”

Yes thought Matthew I do feel different. With that he points towards the old man with a smile on his face and watches as flames burst forth from his finger tips and to envelope his target. When the flames had died the old man was still there.

“Oh Matthew did you think I wouldn’t know you were thinking of doing that when I gave you the power. I told you, you were to be redeemed and shown a nobler path to walk. So here is lesson one.”

With that Matthew bursts into flames and the pain returns.

“you see Matthew having taken on the mantel of your ancestors you took on their noble cause, The power won’t allow you to do evil thing it will punish you it will push you in the right direction. It will teach you to do good, whether you like it or not it is now part of you.
But also know this the power will kill you if it has to, to stop you doing evil. Then it will wait for the next in line to find me and be granted this privilege.”

With that Matthew comes awake back in the guest room he has been staying at, with no bullet holes and no broken doors.

It was a dream only a dream I need to get out of here thinks Matthew, and heads for the street. While walking he convinces himself he had dreamed the whole thing, but he still had men after him and he needed to get away fast passing a car he tries the door and finds it open as he is about to steel it he is overcome by an intense burning in his left hand looking down he sees flames burning his flesh to the bone. Staggering back he raps his coat round his hand and runs.
When he stopped running and had gathered his thoughts he gingerly unraps his hand to find it whole and healthy. Looking across the street he was in he notices a small old man sitting on a bench looking at him. He is wearing cords and a cardigan, he smiles to Matthew gets up slowly and walks away.

Over the months Matthew has learned the hard way what this new power will and won’t let him get away with.
The power of Kings grants him the ability to shoot flames from his hands, fly, generate a force wall for fire that can protect him from harm, create fire out of thin air and call forth fire spirits to help him in a fight. He is also immune to fire even his own until he steps off his noble path and can absorb fire into his body to boost his other powers.
Matthew soon returned to Cardiff to confront Morgan and take down his little empire and to ask for forgiveness from his father.
Matthew realised he would need an alter ego. He created a scarlet suit with a stylised mask in the shape of a dragons head and named himself RED DRAGON after the national emblem of Wales.

Now Matthew fights on the side of good. Though sometimes he steps off the path and is punished for it. He is a reluctant hero that has a love hate relationship with his powers.

Unknown to him The old man that died was in fact Merlin in disguise and the Wolf Pack are his retainers and modern day knights. They are also around keeping an eye an their liege lord to make sure he doesn’t stray to far off course.

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Post by jamat on Mon Dec 03, 2012 7:03 pm

LITE WORKS

Jamie Phelps was a good lad, his grades were above average, he was captain for the football team, the basket ball team and a member of the track and field team. His parents were proud of him and his little brother adored and hero worshiped him. Life was good for Jamie until the accident.

He had just finished track training after school and was walking home, it was sunny and there were lots of local kids out in the street playing. In the distance Jamie could here the sirens of a police car as well as the ding dong of an ice cream van.

As he carried on walking he was lost in thought running over tactics for the next football match. So engrossed was he that he didn’t hear the police siren getting louder and louder until it with a screech of tires it rounded the corner at the end of the street. Looking up he took in the scene before him, in that split second he noticed three things first the police car second the ice cream van parked half way up the street and third the five year old with an ice cream stepping out from behind the van. In a instant, without a thought to himself Jamie launched into a sprint across the street towards the child. With seconds to spare he grabbed the child and throw him out of harms way just as the police car hit him.

Eye witnesses said later in their statements that Jamie must have been thrown at least 20 foot into the air from the impact, some wept at having to recount the noise he made as his body hit the pavement, all agreed he was a hero for saving the young deaf boy.

In the hospital the A & E team fought to save him, his parents were there with his brother waiting for any news on his condition. Finally after 5 hours of emergency surgery they were allowed to see him in the critical care unit.

The doctor gave his condolences to the family saying due to his extensive injuries it was highly unlikely Jamie would survive the next 24 hours and if they wished the hospital chaplain could be called to sit with them.

Jamie’s brother couldn’t believe it he held Jamie’s hand and whispered over and over again “come back Jamie we can’t go on without you, I need you please don’t die”

24 hours later Jamie was still hanging in there his brother by his side holding onto his hand, refusing to leave his bed side having food brought to him.

48 hours came and went and still no sign, good or bad. Soon hours turned to days, days to months, months to years. The family tried to continue their life but it was hard, 5 months after the accident Jamie was transferred to a care home, every day after school his brother would visit and speak to him, encouraging him to return to him. Soon the situation took its toll on the family his mother and father divorced his brother living with his father so he could be near Jamie.

Five years after the accident early one sunny morning as an ice cream van passed by the care home its bell ringing, Jamie Phelps stretched and opened his eyes. Within an hour the family was there everyone hugging and crying and welcoming him back. It was hard at first for Jamie he had difficulty getting it into his head that five years had gone by to him it seemed like a day. He remembered the child and running towards him, remembered the police car hitting him and then waking up in the care home.

Over the following months of convalescing he started to have dreams, first they would be at night then after a few weeks they started to appear when he was awake. It was always the same he was floating in a grey mist he could see someone in front of him standing as if waiting for him. In the far reaches of his mind he could also hear his brother’s voice but couldn’t make out what he was saying.

As part of his rehabilitation he had to see a councillor these dreams he decided not to mention in his sessions. A year later he was allowed home. By then his brother was going to college and offered to get a place with him so he could have some independence. So with a suitcase full of prescription drugs Jamie moved in with his brother.

One night a few months later Jamie’s dreams changed, now he was standing In front of the figure, still unable to see him but able to hear his words.

“Jamie, don’t be afraid. I have been searching the universe for a long time looking for someone like you, someone who would put his life on the line in a selfless act for someone he didn’t know.”

“ I have little time left in this dimension before I’m found and brought back to stand trail on my own world”

“ You are dead you were the moment the car hit you but I stopped the progress, I want to offer you a chance to carry on the selfless act you preformed, to become a light in a dark world, one that will one day be darker still if the creatures after me have their way.”

“ I have here an item that is of great value to them it also holds great power. I believe you have the soul to be able to harness this power for good.”

Just then behind the figure specks of darkness appear, following Jamie’s eyes the figure staggers slightly.

“No its too soon I need time to prepare you. I’m sorry Jamie Phelps there is no other way.”

And with that he opens his hand to reveal a small blue glowing ball of light. In one quick instance the figure thrusts his and into Jamie’s chest. The pain seems never ending. Looking up he finally looks into the eyes of an old man, in his bright blue eyes is reflected the pain Jamie feels, mouthing the words sorry he removes his hand and pushes the boy backwards with great force. Jamie goes tumbling over and over the last image he sees of the old man is of him shining blue in the missed surrounded by creature too grotesque for words to describe.

Screaming Jamie wakes in a cold sweat in his bed in the flat he shares with his brother.

After that night the dreams stopped and life went back to normal, Jamie stopped taking his medication fearing it to be the course of his dreams. He went back to the gym to get fit and back to college to finish his studies. The following year he took up a position as a coach at the local school.

Things were going well until he started seeing them. First it was out of the corner of his eye just at the periphery of his vision but when he turned to look it was just some person walking passed or sitting on a bench. Soon they were more obvious, looking in a shop window he would see a creature standing behind him but upon turning it would be a only someone looking in the same window.

Then things took a turn for the worse, coming out of the school one day he saw one of the creatures putting a boy into the back of a car, not believing what he was seeing he closed his eyes and took a long breath looking again at the car it was driving away slow sedately. Jamie realised it must just have been a father picking up his son.

The next morning it was the talk of the school, the teachers were called to an emergency meeting, the head told them that the night before one of the boys was abducted from outside the school and the police would want to question everyone for possible witnesses. Jamie went cold with fear and dread. Could what he have witnessed be true could those creature really exist.

That night he sat at home trying to remember what he had seen, getting up he went to wash his face, looking in the mirror he saw a very pale image of himself looking back but with one difference his eyes were bright blue in colour. Blinking he looked again he stared into those deep blue pools, all of a sudden he was back at the school watching the child being kidnapped by the creature. This time he moved, in a blue flash he was following the car as if floating above it. For an hour he followed until it stopped at an old abandon mill outside town. Looking through the window he saw five creatures gathered round the frightened child.
Suddenly Jamie was once again looking at himself in the mirror this time his eyes were their normal hazel colour.

Grabbing his coat he sprinted down to his car. Remembering the route taken by the kidnapper Jamie instinctively found his way to the abandoned mill.
Once there he quickly and quietly approached. Holding his breath he looked through the window, there was the child tied to a chair. Reaching for his mobile he remember it was still on its rack in the car turning he felt the air moved inches away from his head and ducked out of instinct narrowly missing being brained by a plank of wood welded by one of the creature.
Back peddling from the mill Jamie tried to but some distance between him and the creature. Only to realise the other four were circling round him like a pack of wolves.

“ So he as bought us the glob, but I sense it is inside him, we will have to take it by force my brothers.” Screeched the one with the plank.

With that the rushed Jamie. Out of pure terror Jamie jumped and was astonished to find he was floating above them. Instinctively, as if being guided by an unseen force Jamie swept his hand down and across as if to brush the creatures away to his great delight and relief two of the creatures were lifted off their feet and smashed to pulp against the stone wall of the mill.
The third creature jumped into the air and Jamie felt its claws rake his thigh. Bringing his arm round he lightly touched the creature on its forehead and it went shooting up into the sky screaming hysterically until it was no more than a spec in the distance.
Dropping to the ground in a crouch Jamie waited for the last two to make their attack. But it never came, looking up he saw them backing off with fear in their eyes.

“ This is unexpected brother, the manling can use the orb we must tell father we must seek guidance.”

With that they winked out of existence in a flash of bright red light.

Gathering his thoughts Jamie raced towards the mill. The door was locked but a simple touch of his hand and it went spinning off into space. Moving over to the boy he quickly untied him and took him back to his car safely putting the child in the passenger seat. Looking round he spotted the still forms of two of his attackers. Needing to know what they were he turned them over only to find them to be dirty dishevelled men. As he stood he noticed a faint blue glow near one of the sheds. Realising the child could still be in danger he went to investigate.
Turning the corner he came face to face with the old man from his dreams. He was shimmering in a blue light and the building could be seen through him.

“ Jamie I see I chose well. Don’t have much time you see they are about to kill me. I don’t mind I’ve grown tired of the running. Now you have the orb. It is very powerful. It is the harnessed power of a universe in it.”

“My people created it knowing We were doomed when the Kreken broke through the rift. We used all our collective power to create a devise we hoped would destroy them. I was charged with protecting it till I could find a sentient being of pure soul to be able to awaken the power within and destroy this plague that will eventually sweep across the universe.”

“ I was court off guard when I found you and had to merge your soul with the orb or it would have been lost. It means that its full power cannot come to bare on the enemy as we would have liked but through you the power can be released in part and my hope is that in time you will be able to harness all of it and use it for the greater good of the universe.”

“ You have already seen some of its power, you used it to destroy the creatures that attacked you. It allows you to alter the density of matter there by allowing things to defy the laws of gravity. The creature you sent into space with a mere touch will keep travelling up until it burns up in the atmosphere.”

“ It has more powers than this but I cannot tell how they will manifest to you, nothing like this was supposed to happen. “

Just then he stops and looks off to his left.

“ they are coming for me now. I am sorry Jamie for leaving you like this but I am the last of my kind and I am lonely. I wish to join my family again. Far you well Jamie Phelps and may the power of the Orb protect and guide you.”

With that he was gone.

Stunned Jamie staggered back to the care and phoned the police. Hours later Jamie was allowed home the police believing his story that he had been out jogging when he came across the mill and heard the child’s cries for help, as he had entered the building he was attacked by the two dead men and he had killed them in self defence. The police were more than happy to accept Jamie’s account of the nights events happy that the boy had been found safe and well.

A year later a new masked hero entered the scene calling himself Lite Works he battles evil where ever it surfaces. Witnesses say he seems driven by something as if time is not on his side. That he is looking for something or some one with a grim determination and a stony blue gaze.

In reality Jamie is following all the trails he can to route out the enclaves and advance parties of Kreken that have appeared on earth and he will not rest until he has destroyed this enemy that not only threatens his world but the universe as a whole.

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FAIRYTALE

Charlie loved dark places, he loved the mystery of them and felt safe in them. As soon as Charlie was old enough to walk his parents would find him asleep under the bed or in the wardrobe. It was weird but they learned to accept it. They even accepted his imaginary friends. They thought this was a bit strange too, where as other children’s imaginary friends would be large bunny rabbits or talking cows Charlie’s were the bogeyman and the monsters in the wardrobe and under the bed. Many a night his parents would listen at his door while he had conversations with his friends.
By the time Charlie was six he had been taken to a dozen doctors and child psychologists by his parents. All reported he was a healthy normal little boy with a vivid imagination even when Charlie tried to tell him his friends were real.

See the thing nobody could grasp was the Charlie was telling the true. His friends were real. He first meet the monster under the bed (Belard) when he was two and his rattle had fallen down the side of his bed. Charlie went looking for it and came face to face with the bed monster. To say they were both startled was an understatement but unlike other children Charlie didn’t run off crying, he blinked, rubbed his eyes and held out his hand, introducing himself as Charlie Baxter aged two and a bit. This show of politeness impressed the monster and they sat for hours until the sun came up talking.
Over the years the bed monster introduced Charlie to the other monsters and demons of fair tales. All were impressed with the little boy and all became his friends and loved him deeply.
As he grew up Charlie went on many adventures at night with his friends to strange lands to solve strange riddles and to meet new friends.
When Charlie went to school his friends went with him,( one thing you need to know about fair tale monsters they are invisible and intangible in daylight). When Charlie was picked on for being weird his friends would protect him. Like the time he was thumped by the playground bully. That night the monsters held a council of war and drew straws to see who would punish the way word child. In the early hours of the following morning the bogeyman (Rahman) crept into the child’s bedroom woke him up and scared him half to death. It was many years before that child slept on his own without the light on.
So all in all life was good for Charlie until, at the age of twelve he went missing on the way to school. Passing through the park he was attacked by a group of renegade creatures, the friends that were with him tried their best to protect him but they were heavily out numbered the wardrobe monster (swingshut) got badly wounded in the scuffle and the rest had to retreat to protect themselves and their fallen comrade.
Charlie’s parents were beside themselves when it was learned that he didn’t reach school. The police set up road blocks and most of the town came out to search for the boy to no avail.
Meanwhile the fairy king was given an ultimatum by his half brother, Makunt the evil prince, that he and the rest of the fairy court, including the monsters (who he believed should be his followers and do evil deeds) were to bow down to him as their leader and in exchange he would keep the boy alive. They had twenty four hours to give their answer.
Everybody in the fairy court set out to find Charlie while the king called Charlie’s friends to him. He indicated to them that as children his brother had a secret place in the dead woods that he went to when he wanted to torture the woodland animals. He believed that would be where Charlie was being kept. The king charged them with rescuing Charlie and if in the process something should happen to his brother then so be it.
Charlie meanwhile was magically bound to the stump of a tree in the middle of the evil prince’s hideaway. Although the prince had not harmed him at this stage Charlie had to watch as he siphoned of the life force from other children he had captured to enhance his powers.
Using all their wiles and knowing that if they failed their friend would die, the courageous band of monsters and demons snuck passed the guards and entered the hideaway. They managed to make it all the way into the prince’s throne room and the bogeyman even managed to use his mystical strength to break the bounds holding Charlie but as soon as the spell was broken the alarms sounded and the guards and the prince arrived to surround them.
The battle that followed was nothing less than whole sale slaughter on both sides. Many of the monsters were injured or killed but they gave as good as they got and refused to give in because of the love of a little boy. As the battle raged the Belard strode across the battle field intent on reaching Charlie to protect him. As he got near he saw the prince rise up and fire a magic bolt at the small child with all his strength the monster launched himself into the path of the fiery missile and was struck dead. Gathering up the body and the young child the few remaining monsters managed to battle their way to the main gates. Once outside the Swingshut was able to use his powers of teleport to get the ragged band to safety.
Appearing back in the kings chambers they laid the still body of the bed monster on the kings bed. With great sorrow in their hearts the small band of friends filed passed to give their last respects to their fallen comrade.
Last to say his goodbyes was Charlie, weeping for his friend it took both the both Rahman and Swingshut to get him to let go of his friend’s body. Seeing how much this human child loved this creature the king approached Charlie. He told the child that there was a way to keep Belard alive, as the monster had taken the child to his heart the child could do the same literally but there were consequences to this action, consequences a child of twelve could not be expected to understand.
Charlie refused to be put off if there was a way to save his friend then he would do it. Thus preparations were made and that night the king preformed the spell of spirit binding, and ancient and powerful spell that binds one spirit to another making them something new something that had parts of both of them in it.
Weeks later Charlie walked into a police station telling them that he had escaped his kidnapper and was safe and well. It was soon apparent to his parents that this experience had changed Charlie. He seemed a lot more focused and grown up, he studied hard at school but didn’t socialize with his class mates and he took to taking long walks in the woods most nights. Still many nights his parents listened at his door to hear him talk to his imaginary friends but now there was something less child like in the conversations many dealing with battles and magic and all said as if they had been experienced first hand.

Charlie is now eighteen and off to college in London he is still a loner but his parents hope getting away from the town and memories of what happened will give him more confidence. In fact Charlie chose stalking the streets snatching children and killing them for their life force. Charlie has vowed to track him down to the ends of the earth and beyond if it means putting an end to his evil schemes

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DIAMOND JIM BRADY

Jim Brady had worked for The Precious Rock Corporation, a diamond mining company, since he had left collage, he was good at his job, had reached middle management level in the company and was in charge of some moderately large over seas projects, Jim was happy.
Michael Summers was the company CEO, over the last couple of months Michael had started to pay closer attention to Jim, inviting him to parties, golf trips and the like. On one such trip Michael commented on how efficient Brady was and how well ordered his business records were, he was impressed and wanted to help Jim up the ladder. He said he had just been given the go ahead to mine for diamonds in Brazil and the preliminary reports from his advance team suggested the area they were to dig in was one of the richest deposits of diamonds found in the last 50 years. He wanted to over the project to Jim and hinted that it could mean a position on the board if all went well.
Jim’s plane touched down early the following Friday, he was in Brazil to over see the first explosions take place and was exited at the prospect. Getting to the campsite took four hard hours of driving and Jim was tired by the time he arrive. Quickly stowing his bags he headed off to the main tent to be debriefed and to read the geology reports.
The blasting was to take place the following morning and Jim decided he would take the opportunity to explore the blast site before he read the reports. Jim liked to see for himself the geology of the site before making any decisions.
After a couple of hours of inspecting the site and report reading Jim came to the conclusion that although the site did have diamond deposits it didn’t have half the amount the reports suggested, Jim started to feel something fishy was going on.
He tried for an hour to get through to Summers when he finally did and explained his findings Summers insisted he would fly out straight away to look for himself he also stated that if Jim was right heads would role.
The following morning Summers turned up at the site, Jim was so busy preparing for Summer he paid no attention to the fact that he had only spoken to his boss five hours earlier, and that he could not possibly flown from Britain to Brazil in that time.
Summers also turned up with six well-armed men, when Jim questioned their presence Summers said he had heard reports of bandits were in the area and they were there to protect the team.
Jim Then took Summers into the cave system and started to explain his findings. Summers didn’t seem to interested and turned to one of the guards and asked is the site location verified with the tablet when the guard nodded Summers turned to Jim as he did so he pulled a gun out of his pocket and pointed it at him.

“ Jim, Jim, Jim all you had to do was blow the shit out of these cave like a good little worker and you would have had everything you wanted, but no you had to do your job, they said you were too thorough but I insisted on using you. Oh well I’ll learn by my mistakes. What are we going to do with you though?”

“What the ***deleted*** is going on here why are you doing this?” asked Jim as two of the guards tied him to one of the cave supports.

“ Well you might as well know what you will be dying for. The company is part of, shall we say a club, where all the board members are interested in one thing, power, power over people, money and politics. To this ends we have been gathering information over the last 30 years concerning visits from other races. One in particular interests us.”

Turning to the six men beside him he orders them to go and round up the rest of the team and dispose of them.

Sitting down on a rock next to Jim he continues.

“Now where was I, oh yes these aliens have the technology to store large amounts of energy within crystal structures like diamonds for example, but not only energy information, data, knowledge. We’ve come into procession of a tablet dating back thousands of years it states this race of beings were in the final stages of extinction, their planet had been destroyed by a natural disaster and the few that survived landed here and hid within a two great diamonds their entire knowledge. Can you imaging the power that knowledge will bring to the person who owns it.”

“So you see my friend you die today knowing that you’re live was given to advance the human race of cause with me in charge.”

Suddenly gunshots were heard outside and one of the guards came in to report all the team had been disposed of.

“ Now Jim be a good little boy and keep quiet, I’m fond of you and I want you to experience the glory of the dawn of a new age before you die.”

With that they all went out side.

“Are the explosives in place” Summers asked, yes was the reply.

“Very well proceed”

With that a huge explosion rocked the ground. As the dust setting Summers and his men, with Jim in tow re-entered the cave. Where they had been standing moments earlier was an entrance into a cavern, but unlike anything Jim had ever seen. The structure was totally of diamond but the weirdest thing of all was that it seemed to be man made. Crystal steps led up to an alter on hovering above this were two of the largest diamonds Jim had ever seen held in mid air by a brilliant light. One was shining brightly the other was dark and lifeless.

“Damn it!” shouted Summers as he inspected the crystals. “You fool your explosion destroyed one of them” with that he shot dead the man how had been in charge of demolitions. Walking back to the alter he lifted the still active crystal and stored it in a box which was then carried out to a waiting helicopter.

“ Well Jim this is good bye. I’m sorry we have to part like this but my destiny awaits”
With that one of the guards forces Jim over to the alter and ties him to it, placing an explosive charge next to him, setting it for a ten minute count down before leaving.
After everyone had gone and the sound of the helicopter had gone Jim tried desperately to get free all the time the counter was going down. Soon there was only one-minute left, 50 second, 25 seconds. In those final seconds Jim cursed Summers and all those on the board, as the words left his mouth the counter reached zero and there was a brilliant white light…..

Quiet, as quiet as the grave thought Jim, this must be heaven. Then a voice spoke in his mind.

“You are the human called Jim Brady, we are the guardians.”

“Where am I? “

“You are dying as are we. We saw what happened but the first explosion trapped us and we could not intervene. With the second explosion we were able to come to your aid, we are sorry we could not save your body it was too badly damaged. Using the last of our energy we have manipulated the second crystal into a vessel that will take your essence and act as a new body for you. All we ask for in return for this second chance is that you retrieve the crystal of knowledge from this evil human called Michael Summers and stop him from using it to control your world.”

“ I will try but how if this crystal he has is so powerful can I do this.”

“ What he doesn’t understand is that to be able to fully unlock the knowledge he needed both crystals, the knowledge in one unlocked the knowledge in the other. He will only be able to glean surface information; this is still dangerous in the wrong hands and could be still devastating to your planet. Eventually he will break the last codes but this could take years even hundreds of years.”

“Then he could be dead before he does this”

“ No he will live you see the first code unlocks the knowledge of extended life, we created it so we would have time to study….. This will be his first power…..We are fading please … don’t let him win……”

With that there was silence. Jim made his way out of the cave and determined that the guardians could finally rest he set charges in the mouth of the cave and brought down the mountainside to seal it forever.

Months later a new hero stalked the streets. He has been seen many times destroying the property of The Precious Rock Corporation, many of its board members have been reported asking the police for protection because they have been visited by this being looking for Michael Summers, who had disappeared on a site visit to Brazil. Within days of going to the police all died of either natural causes or accidents.

Jim Brady now uses his new found powers to hunt Summers, remembering the promise he made in that cave to do anything and everything within his power to stop this made man from achieving his goal of world domination.

Powers:

Jim is able to control the diamond structure of his new body allowing him to make the edges of his crystal hands and the diamond contours of his body razor sharp. He no longer needs to eat, or breath, does not get tired and does not age . The crystal structure also has the ability to repair itself when damaged. Because diamonds reflect light his eyes have been designed to store minute amounts of light within their structure allowing Jim to use this light source to see in the dark .
Finally his body has the ability to shoot out shards of crystals, either blunt or sharp depending on the damage he wishes to cause this power does have a limitation as he is in essence shooting out parts of his crystal structure he can only do this eight times a day before he has to wait for his body to regenerate more crystals.

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Post by jamat on Mon Dec 03, 2012 7:05 pm

PULLCORD

Major Holdworth witnesses the first detonation of the atom bomb and believed it should never be used on another human being because of the devastation it coursed. When he heard it was to be dropped on Japan to hasten the end of the war he handed in his commission and resigned from the army, turning his back on 25 years of exemplary service.

Three years after his resignation Holdworth was diagnosed with terminal cancer, a by product of being exposed to those early atomic experiments. He left behind a 2 year old son and a grieving wife. Life for Charles Holdworth was one of living up to his father’s good name and reputation. He was outstanding in the field of athletics and joined the cadets before moving on to the army when he was old enough.

Like his father before him he was a natural leader and moved up the ranks quickly becoming a captain before he turned 30. Around this time he met and married Margret, a well to do draughter of the cornel in charge of Charles’s unit. Life was going well they had a draughter within a year called Beatrice and five years later a son named Roger, named after the old major.

Margret’s pregnancy with Roger didn’t go smoothly and she spent the last three months in hospital. The night of the birth there was a storm and the power went out all over the city. Margret went into labour at 6 pm and by 5pm the next day she was exhausted and the baby was showing signs of stress.

The decision was made to do an emergency curcerrian The process was going well until the emergency generator for the hospital was hit by lightning and they had to proceed by torch light. The doctor cut into Margret and proceeded to break through the birthing sack. Reaching in he felt round for the baby. Getting a good grip he pulled. It wasn’t until the doctor’s back touched the wall behind him that he realised the child he held under the arms still had its waist and legs in his mother’s womb. The child’s body was stretched out lick plaster seen between them. Quickly Charles who had been there for the birth grabbed his son’s legs from his mother’s womb and moved over towards the doctor, as he did so the boys body took on a more natural shape.

Many weeks, and a battery of tests later the doctors were still baffled. For all intense and purposes Roger was a healthy baby boy. The only abnormality was the total flexibility of his skin, skeleton and organs. They could be stretched out with no discomfort to the child and when let go would spring back into place.

It wasn’t long before the army heard of this and Told Charles they would provide for the child in exchange for giving them the ability to study him as he grew up. Their doctors would examine him yearly through to adulthood documenting any changes that occurred. Of course all this would be done quietly and Roger would just assume it was because of his disability.

Roger grew up to be a strong healthy and likable teenager, he obeyed his parent, respected his elders and joined the army when his was old enough, like his father before him he felt duty bound to keep up the traditions of the family.

This was the opening that the powers at be were waiting for. Within a year Roger had been fast tracked into special intelligence where he was persuaded that his special ability could be used in the service of his country.

Over the following year more stringent and intensive tests were carried out. He learned that as he started to control his body better he could do amazing things with it. He could stretch long distances, rap himself round object using his body to protect them from damage. His skin was extremely resilient and could take the impact from an automatic machine gun with little or no damage occurring. He could make himself paper thin and slide his whole body through small spaces. He could also use the skin on his hands and feet to form small suckers allowing him to scale smooth vertical surfaces with no difficulty.

When the exact extent of his abilities were known the army developed a special hand to hand fighting style to complement his powers.

When they felt he was ready he was given his first mission, to assassinate a south American gun runner with connections to the middle east. He was persuaded to do it by being told that without the guns the soldiers in the middle east would be safer thus he was serving his country and fellow warriors by taking this life. What he later found out was the gun runner had sold the intelligence service out and needed to be silenced and in fact had no contacts in the middle east at all.

Roger worked as a wet works operative for another 7 years before he started to question what he was being ordered to do, he was brainwashed into believing a good soldier should never question orders.

But one mission went wrong and if it hadn’t been for his father’s contacts he would have been left out to dry by the armed forces under their policy of not recognising a spy if they were court. Charles managed to extract his son from danger and in the process making it look like he’d been killed. After months of hiding Charles and Roger met up to decide what to do.
Over the years Charles had been doing his own research into his son’s abilities and everything pointed to his father’s exposure to radiation from the atom bomb tests and for some reason it had skipped a generation but in Roger had altered his DNA to what it had become today.
Roger saw no alternative but to stop using his powers, get a new identity and hide for the rest of his life. Charles was against this, he pointed out that all his life he’d been used to do someone else’s dirty work now it was time for him to do something for himself. That his grandfather had died from the very thing that had given him his abilities and it was down to him to redeem himself for all the people he had killed in the name of the British government.

They knew that if he just went out and started using his powers in public he would soon be tracked down and killed so they hit on the following idea. They used his father’s contacts to find the whereabouts of a superhero group and tracked them for months. When the opportunity arose Roger appeared out of no where and saved on of the hero’s life. This resulted in him being asked to join their ranks and took the name PullCord.

All along father and son came to realise for Roger to survive he needed to be high profile and nothing was more high profile than being part of a superhero team. Soon he was a solid member of the team and trusted and liked by all of them, in turn he came to see them as his family and out of a scam set up for his survival respect and loyalty developed for his fellow team mates.
The secret service realised they could not make a hit on such a well known hero so they sat back and hoped that one day a super villain would tie up the loose ends for them, in the mean time the observed him fro afar waiting for a possible chance to clean up their own house.


Roger is likable and charismatic. He has times when he becomes moody and a darkness comes over him. On these occasions his fellow team mates are quick to pull him back into the light and get his mind back to the here and now.

His military background has helped the team too and they default to his tactical superiority in battle situations though he has not and will not take the leadership role in the team.

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Post by jamat on Mon Dec 03, 2012 7:09 pm

OK thats it for now got another 11 characters I can post ..... which I'll do later...... Yes there's a lot to read ....... sorry....... Just like creating super hero backgrounds Very Happy ..... Bit slower at stating them up though Sad

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Post by jamat on Tue Feb 04, 2014 4:01 pm

Dragon Fire

Arthur Doyle III was born the son of Lord Arthur Doyle and being the son of an aristocrat was exposed to the privileges that came with it. Like not seeing his parents for months at a time having a secession of nannies when his was younger and then boarding school (which he loathed) when he was old enough. Arthur’s only light in the dullness of the privileged set was holidays with his grandfather.
Duke Romsley was (Arthur’s grandfather) was an enigma to his family and looked down upon by his peers. He spent many years abroad doing humanitarian work for many charities not just being a figurehead but living with the people he helped, working with them and suffering with them. So early on in his life Arthur gravitated to this outspoken old gentleman. It was therefore Romsley that taught Arthur to let his mind be free that he didn’t have to follow the rest of the sheep but to be what he wanted to be. His grandfather also told him stories of his ancestors especially the one about St. George and the dragon. Many a night they would look over old family books tracing their lineage back to St. George and Arthur would spend many an evening curled up on his grandfather’s lap falling asleep to the heroic tails of the knight that killed the dragon.
Not long after reaching 13 the dreams started always the same, always viewed as a third party to the scenes unfolding before him. In his dreams St. George tracks the dragon to it’s lair where drawing his sword he enters the cave… the dream always ended at this point in a sheet of flame and a loud blood curdling bestial cry.
Arthur told his grandfather about his dreams with a slight grin his grandfather said it must be the spirit of old sir George come to make sure his descendents follow his chivalrous and noble foot steps.
The next summer the old man started to teach Arthur in the ways of the old knights, to be honourable, honest and loyal. He taught him horse riding and sword fighting (for an old man he was still quite agile).
As the years passed Arthur went from Eton to the army (something the family expected of him) there he became a leader of men and soon reached the rank of commander. His men respected him and would follow him everywhere. While away on manoeuvres he got a message that his parents had been killed in a plane crash coming back from one of their many skiing holidays. Never having had much to do with them he didn’t really mourn their passing but as the dutiful son took a leave of absence to attend the funeral.
Now as the heir to the Doyle fortune he became Lord Doyle. Things then started to change pressures of trying to stay in the army and running the family estate quickly got to him and something had to give. He resigned his commission and went home to run the estate full time (this was not an easy decision to make but what swung it was the fact that his grandfather was getting old and he wanted desperately to spend the last few years of the old man’s life with him).
Now a Lord Arthur was expected to take up his father’s seat in the House of Lords. He hated it being surrounded by petty spiteful individuals all out for their own ends. All through this time two things were constant, two things kept him grounded his grandfather (who said that only from the inside could he make a difference) and his dreams. So with these two constants he stayed in the House of Lords doing his best to make changes for the people of Britain.
The following year strange things started to happen around Westminster. It started with the odd break in to people’s chambers then complaints to security that people felt they were being watched and stalked. Security was tightened but things still happened. Until the murders started. The first was a cleaner found in the basement stores what was not published in the news papers was the fact that the body had been ripped to shreds and partially eaten. By the third murder there was uproar in the house especially as the last victim had been one of their own, A Lord.
Arthur, wanting to protect himself and his fellow peers got permission to carry a gun with him while at parliament. About a week after the third killing Arthur was going over some papers in his chambers when he heard a scuffle take place out in the corridor taking up his gun he quietly exited his chambers and entered the corridor. What confronted him was a ghastly site. Near the ends of the corridor lit by moon light streaming through the stain glass windows Arthur witnessed a hulking great man bent over the twitching body of one of his fellow lords. Pointing his gun he ordered the man to move away from the body at the same time he pressed one of the many emergency buttons to call security.
Looking up at Arthur the brut mad a guttural sound and sprang at him. Within seconds the monster was on him ripping and slashing in a frenzy. If it hadn’t been for Arthur’s training he would have gone down instantly although in the process of dodging he lost hold of his gun. Managing to get some distance between him and his attacker Arthur reached for the only weapon available to him one of the many broad swords hanging on the walls of the corridor. The battle that followed was as quick as it was bloody the monster driven purely by hunger and blood lust ran straight at Arthur who at the very last second side stepped and as the creature turned to attack again Arthur plunged the sword into the monsters chest up to the hilt. This close the creature Arthur was able to look directly into its face. The face of his attacker was scaly and reminded him of a lizard.
Staggering back the creature made a desperate attempt to remove the blade from his body but in the process made the wound bleed more dropping to it’s knees it fell forward and lay still. Staring at the body not quite knowing what he had just looked upon the creature started to shimmer and shrink slowly changing back into human form before Arthur’s eyes. There laying on the floor before him was the naked body of Lord Ashley-Smyth. Just then the guards arrived. Many hours of questioning later Arthur was released CC TV footage from the corridor cameras backed up Arthur’s story that he was defending himself from a crazed attacker (although it was too dark in the corridor for the cameras to make out more than the outlines of the figures fighting).
Later after the police raided Smyth’s run down stately home they discovered a strange alter and body parts scattered around the house.
That night Arthur had his dream again but this time it was different, this time he was St. George and he was viewing the dream from a first person perspective…….

St. George/Arthur dismounts from his horse and readies himself to do battle with the dragon in its lair. Entering the cave St. George/Arthur confronts the beast. Their eyes meet across the cavern and Arthur is startled to see the same blood lust in the creature’s eyes was he did in the corridor earlier that night.
St. George/Arthur takes a step towards the beast as if he is meeting an old friend

“Molywr my brother how has it come to this when did you become tainted and betray your brood. You were one of the brightest of us the leader we would have followed you to the ends of time but you killed them all., your brothers and sisters, why.”

“Dragon Fire Look at you still the dreamer the noble creature. You were our conscience loved by all and I hate you for that. Why did I do what I did. I got a better offer I was shown the way but most of all I did it because I could.”

With that St.George/Arthur/ Dragon Fire charges but instead of raising the sword he throws it away. In mid leap Arthur feels his body morph change, grow bigger by the time he hits his target he has changed into a creature like the one before him but where as the monster he attacks is midnight blue in colour Arthur is radiant gold.
The battle is furious, no quarter is given or taken. It is a battle between two titans creatures of muscle, teeth, fangs and majesty. In the end one figure is seen staggering out of the cave dressed in battered armour with a broken sword St. George drags behind him the head of the dragon that had murdered so many people……..

The next morning Arthur spoke of everything that happened that night to his grandfather. Romsley told him to calm down the dream was just that a dream brought on by what he had gone through earlier in the evening.
“ Although” said the old man as he left the breakfast room “St. George could be telling you that your path will lead you to greater things to be a man of the people a protector but then again it was only a dream.”

Arthur felt it was more than that, he knew what he had witnessed in that corridor and needed to find out more. Now Arthur spends his day time in the house of Lords trying to make Britain a better place for its people and at night he hunts the unknown looking for something he can’t remember someone no not someone a number of people a family lost a wrong to right. Arthur is St. George on a mission to protect his family, his land and maybe on the way kill a few dragons that have last the path to nobility

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STONEWALL



Jonathan was not like other babies, when he was born it was apparent from an early age that he was suffering from a growth problem by the age of eight children of his age were taller than him. Doctors confirmed that although Jonathan’s body was in proportion for his height upon reaching adulthood he would only be only between four and five foot tall.
His parents put a brave face on the situation for Jonathan’s sake but knew deep down that he would have it tough especially when he went to senior school.

By the age of sixteen Jonathan was the size and build of a seven year old, the few friends he had as a child had drifted away and he spent most of his time on his own. This lead to him being seen as a bit of a loner and a weirdo by his fellow school mates. One in particular Trevor Manning, the local school bully and rough nut saw it as a duty to the school to make Jonathan’s life a living hell. Whenever he saw Jonathan, whether in the street or at school he and his gang would hound Jonathan tirelessly, the outcome always being the same, Jonathan would return home with ripped cloths or black eye or his money stolen. When asked Jonathan would lie to his parents “ oh that I fell over.” Or “I ran into a door” or “ I lent my pocket money to a friend”. Anything to stop his family worrying about him.
Through it all Jonathan was very positive about his condition and never seemed to let it get him down. Although many nights before going to bed he would look at himself in the mirror and wish he was stronger or faster or better looking but for some reason he never wished that he was taller.

Jonathan always looked forward to the summer holidays it usually meant he would have six weeks away from school, although he liked learning and was a bright kid, but more importantly he would be away from Trevor.
This summer was special as his parents had aloud him to start his first summer job working in Pickins Book repair shop. Mr. Pickins was a family friend and saw in Jonathan a mind willing to learn and a heart not tainted by his physical situation. Mr Pickins was also in his late seventies and needed a young pair of eyes to see the more interact repairs were done correctly.

One evening on his way home from work and his spirits high because he had just received his first pay cheque he turned into the main street only to notice that Trevor and his gang were lounging about outside the local soda house. Not wanting to have to go back and not wanting to show these thugs he was scared he carried on walking. One of Trevor’s cronies noticed Jonathan on the street and nudged his leader, pointing in Jonathan’s direction. Something was said between the group and Trevor’s four friends got up and headed over towards Jonathan while Trevor sat where he was with a big grin on his face. Seeing that he was in trouble Jonathan started to walk a bit faster until he came level with the entrance of an ally that lead away from the street. Pretending to go passed the ally Jonathan spun quickly on his heels and ran as fast as he could into the ally the four boys hot on his heels.


Leroy had just seen the last of his customers out through the door to his gym and was having a quiet beer sitting out on the fire escape to his second floor office. Leroy was big, six four in his cotton socks and even at the age of fifty carried himself well. Leroy had been a boxer about twenty years earlier and was heading to make a name for himself until he realised that the local crime lords ran the ring and it wouldn’t be long before he was given the choice to take a dive or end up in the river. Leroy’s mother didn’t raise no numb skull and when the opportunity came his way Leroy bought the building he was now sitting in and turned it into a very successful boxing gym.
Sitting there remembering Leroy noticed a young boy, about the age of seven, at the mouth of the ally below him. The boy made to walk passed then turned and sprinted down the ally below where he was sitting as if the devil himself was on his tail minutes later four youths passed below at break neck speed. Standing up for a better look Leroy watched to see what was going on.

The young boy was fast and was starting to out distance the larger boys. Leroy thought that of he got to the turn in the ally that lead to the next street the small boy would be home free. Just then a fifth boy appeared from around the corner in front of the small boy, raised a base ball bat and swung at waist height as if he was play in a little league match. The bat came round with some force and hit the younger boy smack in the stomach. Leroy was sure he heard the air being forced out of the boy’s lungs even from where he was standing. The young boy flow back and crashed into a dumpster. By this time the other boys had got to their prey.

Fair do’s to the boy he staggered to his feet and prepared to defend himself even though he had no chance against five boys twice his age and size. With a signal from the boy with the bat the four thugs laid into the young boy.

That was enough for Leroy, yes a bit of fun was one thing but this was getting out of hand and fast. Moving swiftly down the fire escape Leroy hit the ally running and was pulling the boys off their target within minutes. A few slaps here and a few soft taps there quietened them down. Bending down Leroy started to examine the young boy on the floor. Just then the lad shouted a warning and Leroy turned just in time to put his arm up and fend off a blow from the base ball bat.
Now Leroy was pissed, Standing up to his full height he towered over his attacker. With one big hand he caught the next swing the youth made for him and stopped it dead in its tracks. Looking the boy full in the eyes he bought his fist down hard on the bridge of his nose with a resounding crack. The youth stumbled back blood gushing from his face. Grabbing the youth Leroy lifted him up.

“ Hasn’t your pa ever told you not to get dangerous animals angry, and son let me tell you I’m one fucking dangerous animal when pissed off. Now be a good little boy and run off home with your friends here. And come back again when you are older and bigger then I’ll really kick your arse for you.”

With that he through him against his friends and they all ran off with their tails between their legs.

Now that they were alone Leroy had a chance to study the young lad in front of him and was surprised to see that he was in fact a sixteen year old and not as he first thought a kid of seven.

“ That was brave of you son to stand up to those thugs, that takes courage and a little bit of stupidity to do.”

“ By the way the names Leroy. “ said Leroy holding out his hand.

“ Jonathan, Jonathan Stonewall thank sir for helping me there I thought I’d get the tar kicked out of me for sure this time”

“ So this isn’t the first time you’ve had a run in with that lot then. Come with me I’ll get some ice for that eye and check you over for any broken ribs”.

With that Leroy showed Jonathan up the fire escape to his office. While Leroy administered first aid Jonathan told him about Trevor.

“ I tell you what if you want I’ll instruct you in the fine art of boxing so you can better defend yourself and in exchange you can clean the locker rooms here at the gym what do you say.”

Jonathan readily accepted the offer and thus started a friendship that would last long into Jonathan’s adulthood.

Five years on and Jonathan was part owner in a successful gym, he managed the books and generally kept the place running this left Leroy free to do what he did best and teach boxing.
True to his word Leroy taught Jonathan the art of boxing and to Leroy’s surprise and delight the young man took to it like a duck to water and it wasn’t long before he was able to take on men twice his size.
All this sudden physical exercise also had an effect on Jonathan’s body within a year he had developed into a power house of a youth, not overly developed, like a body builder but solid and athletic. This made Jonathan a lot more out going and his natural easy nature shone through.

On Jonathan’s twenty first birthday Leroy and his parents got together with family and friends and sprung a surprise party at his family’s home. Around twelve Leroy came to Jonathan and handed him an envelop saying to only open it when he had left and with that wished him a happy birthday and headed home because he was tired.

Once Leroy was gone Jonathan opened the envelop inside was a letter and a set of keys.

“ Dear Jon,

Thank you for being the son I never had it has done my soul proud to see you grow and to use you uniqueness to your advantage. You know I’m no good with words so here is something I hope will show you how much you mean to me. The keys are for a small flat round the corner from the gym. As a young man now you will need your space and a place to call your own.

Your dearest friend,
L”
Finishing the letter Jonathan ran for the door telling his parents he needed to go thank Leroy for his present but by the time he had gotten to the front gate Leroy’s car was turning the corner at the end of the road.

Grabbing his bike Jonathan took the short cut to down town to the gym. By the time he got there Leroy’s car was parked up and the lights were on in Leroy’s apartment. Instead of ringing the bell and making Leroy walk down the stairs Jonathan went up the fire escape as he had so many times before to knock on the window.
As he approached the third floor he heard shouting coming from Leroy’s apartment. Looking through the open window he saw Leroy on the floor and a well built man standing over him with a base ball bat in his hand.

“ You did tell me to come back when I was bigger so here I am. I’ve been thinking of you for a long time. I would have visited earlier but had to spend some time in a little place up river for a while. But now I’m back and I thought it would be good to pay you back for your hospitality you showed me when last we met.”

With that Trevor brings down the bat along Leroy’s back as the man tries to get up and defend himself. There is a loud popping sound as the bat hits home and Leroy crashes to the floor.
Trevor looks into Leroy’s eyes and with a smile on his face raises the bat for a second swing. Leroy closes his eyes and prays to god that his end is quick but the blow doesn’t land. Opening his eyes Leroy is amazed to see his attacker sprawled on the floor of the apartment and standing over him is Jonathan rubbing blood off his knuckles.

Rushing over to the old man Jonathan tries to help him up.

“ No son don’t call the paramedics I think his blow broke my spine as I can’t move my legs.”

Fearful of his friends condition Jonathan turns to pick up the phone only to make contact with a bat in the face. While he had been trying to help Leroy Trevor had regained his senses and crept up on Jonathan, bat in hand. Luckly for the young man Trevor was still dizzy from the right hook he had received and the blow only knocked Jonathan across the room.
Dazed Jonathan staggered to his feet in time to see Trevor step up to the prone Leroy for one last swing.

“Say your prays old man”

With a last desperate surge of strength Jonathan launched himself at his childhood tormentor. There was a clash of bodies and when the dust settled both were staggering to their feet.

“ Boy I should have crippled you years ago now its pay back time then I’ll finish this old shit lying there”

With that he raised the bat and swung at Jonathan’s head. Thinking quickly Jonathan raised his arm, better to have a broken arm than a cracked skull. But to his amazement and Trevor’s dismay the bat shattered over his elbow leaving Jonathan unharmed.
Seeing his chance Jonathan let fly with a left knowing that he needed to put down this attacker quickly so he could get help for Leroy.
Again to Jonathan’s surprise his fist made contact with Trevor’s face but where he was expecting to see Trevor sink to the floor his attacker flow back crashing through two apartment walls to land in a broken heap in the hall.

Checking to make sure his asailent would not cause anymore problems Jonathan realised Trevor was dead.

Hurrying over to Leroy he told him of Trevor’s condition.

“look boy it was self defence but what happened here was not normal you should not have been able to do what you did to Trevor but lets not worry about that now.
On my desk it a rolodex there is a man listed there called Snowman he’s a friend of mine take the address put Trevor in my car and go see Snowman he’ll take care of it for you. Get back here as soon as you can I can wait while for the medics, its not like I’m going any place soon is it. Now go”

Doing as his friend said Jonathan got the body to Snowman without any trouble. Back at the apartment he and Leroy get the story together for the police.
Jonathan interrupted a burglary and saved Leroy’s live in the process chasing off his attackers who smashed up the place with sledgehammers,

Leroy spent the next three months in hospital while Jonathan got the gym renovated for use with a wheelchair. The day Leroy came home the two sat down that night and discussed what had happened.

“ While I’ve been laid up I’ve been thinking, what you did shouldn’t have been possible. That punch should have floored him not knocked him through two walls. Thus I got the nurse in the hospital to get me some articles I remember reading a long time back. They were by a doctor who believed the human race was evolving and part of that evolution was the development of abilities out of the norm, he called them mutations. That curtain people were born with these powers and that they became active a puberty or under stressful situations. I think you could be one of these so called mutants.”

Over the following months and under Leroy’s guidance Jonathan started to test his powers. He was able to punch through 20 inch sheet metal and concrete, lift tones in weight, jump long distances, take a bullet in the chest, be hit by a car and still be standing in the same spot, climb shear walls effortlessly. and react faster than he ever had before.

One night after training Leroy sat down with Jonathan.

“ Look man you know I’m not a religious man but you’ve been given powers for some reason you used them to save me I think you should use them to protect others in trouble you mustn’t let this gift go to waste”.

After another year of training Leroy felt Jonathan was ready to make his first public appearance. Around this time more and more people with strange abilities and powers were appearing in public, some fighting for good some for their own ends. Jonathan believed he could make a difference and so STONEWALL was born.


Note : Jonathan’s powers are not strength based unknown to him it is all mental in nature. His power stems from his wish to be stronger and faster than others. His powers are telekinetic but his mind has moulded it in such a way that it has no range.
Thus when he’s lifting heavy loads it is his TK. When he leaps it is his TK pushing him away from the ground. When he is hit by a bullet or other weapon it is his TK slowing down the attack to make it harmless. When he is hit by a car it is his TK that holds him in place. When he hits something it is his TK ripping it apart. And when he climbs walls it is his TK holding him in place.

It is not known at this stage if he will ever be able to use his powers at distance but then it is impossible to predict how his powers will develop.

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Spinbearing

Jake Chambers was many things, he started life as an orphan left on the steps of an orphanage run by nuns, then he was a petty thief before breaking into the big time as a master of his thieving trade before becoming a guilt ridden hero.

Jake grew up not wanted by anyone but the nuns, while at the orphanage he had no friends and none of the perspective families chose him for adoption. He became self sufficient early on in his life only showing concern for the nuns that had raised him. He was athletic had good grades and was bright but there was something about his confident manner that put people off him. He could usually be found in a dark corner of the playground throwing marbles into an old tin can with great accuracy.

By the time he was 14 he had taught himself how to open every lock in the orphanage and spent many night sitting in the office reading the files on the other residents, for no other reason other than he could do it. One night he found a letter to the mother superior telling her the bank was foreclosing on the orphanage because of unpaid bills. Realising that he could loss his home and the people he loved Jake decided to get the money for the nuns.
To Jake this was straight forward, he would steel it from the very people the orphanage owed it to. A couple of nights later Jake was quietly putting jewels and antiques in a bag while wondering round the home of the manager of the local HSBC bank. The following morning the nuns found a bag of money sitting on the alter with a note say that it was a donation from an ex resident who had heard of their plight and wanted to help.

Jake realised at that moment he loved breaking into places and steeling things it gave him a great buzz. He was soon steeling things only to put them back a few days later if only to test his abilities.

At the age of 18 he was classed as an adult and the orphanage gave up guardianship of him. Now out in the real world Jake quickly started to set himself up in a posh apartment with all the trappings his ill gotten gains could buy him. Each month he would still leave a bag on the orphanage alter to help the nuns keep the place running.

Soon Jake set himself up in business doing jobs for other people. Although not a modern day robin hood by any means (the money he earned he kept) he did have some morals and would not take a job that involved someone or an organisation that could not afford to be robbed.

One job lead him to break into a lab to find some data for a rival company. Unknown to him the lab belonged to an underworld organisation. There must have been a mole in his client's company because it all went to hell in a hand basket very quickly and Jake was soon pinned down in one of the lab vaults with no way out.
Now for the first time in his life Jake was scared, he needed to get out and quick next thing he knew he was bent over throwing up in the grounds of the orphanage. How he got there he wasn't certain all he could remember was the blurred vision of buildings zipping past him.
Not sure what had happened but glad he’d got away the following night he entered the offices of his client and found information about the mole. He left this evidence on the pillow of the man who had hired him and five days later read that a body had been washed up on a slip on the south bank of the Themes. Jake later found out it was the man who had shopped him.

It wasn’t long before another incident happened, he was crossing the road not looking what was going on around him and walked straight into the path of an oncoming bus. Before he knew what had happened he was halfway across London, this time feeling dizzy but not actually introducing the pavement to his big Mac.
Realising something strange was happening he again thought of the orphanage and within seconds he was standing outside it in the yard. After a bit more experimenting he realised that he was spinning at great speed and with barely a thought could control his direction, acceleration and stop dead on the spot. Another amazing thing was he could see the world around him as if he was casually walking down the street.
He quickly realised the potential for this new power could be put to in breaking and entering. He also decided that he needed to have some sort of protection with him in case he got into difficulty again. Hitting upon an idea he speed off one night to the countryside to test it out. Spying a tree in a field some distance away he started spinning really fast when he felt he was going at a sufficient speed he took out one of his marbles and left fly with it. Going over to the tree he found the marble had put a hole right through it’s trunk but had also shattered in the process. Not wanting to end up killing anyone Jake looked through his bag and found a ball bearing. With this in hand he repeated the experiment again it penetrated the trunk but this time stayed in tact. After repeating this a number of times Jake realised that depending on the speed he span dictated the damage he caused. He also found out that he could do devastating attacks with a number of ball bearings in a large area but was not very accurate with them where as with a single ball he could take a fly out in mid air with little effort.

Soon after, with a costume to hide his identity Jake started hiring himself out and became very successful as a cat burglar, so much so that it wasn’t long before he was hired to help a group of supers break into a high tech facility to steel top secret defence plans.

They had just got into the main building when Jake realised the people he was working for were there to steel a new form of explosives that they were going to sell to terrorists. They needed him to break open the safe and when he refused they took one of the two lab assistants and killed him in front of his eyes. Next they chose the female. Jake couldn’t stand by and see her die so let loose with a destructive volley of ball bearings which caused so much structural damage to the building it started to collapse. Quickly spinning to max speed he grabbed the girl and got out just as the roof came in.

When the army turned up Jake was sitting near the rubble with the girl next to him. Realising that his arrogance had got him into this mess in the first place and resulted in a death and racked with guilt he through himself on the mercy of the courts.
The girl who he rescued stood up in court on his behalf and his sentence was lowered to 10 years. Over the last five years Emma (the girl he saved) has been a regular visitor to the prison and their friendship has grown into something stronger.

Knowing that he can never undo what has been done he has decided to turn his powers to good if he is given the opportunity.




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Jake is a mutant his powers allow him to spin at great speed for great distances. A side effect of this power has been his endurance has increased and his skin has become extremely resilient to damage. Another mutant power he seems to possess is his accuracy with his ball bearings or any other thrown items.

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Airman

Mark Peters was a good pilot; no he was a fantastic pilot. He could turn a plane on a penny. Friends believed he could see the wind currents in his mind and react to them to allow his plane to do things that no other pilot could.
Mark ran a small cargo company with his business partner Jeff Elsom. Jeff took care of the jobs and Mark took care of the flying. This worked out well for many years until Jeff’s mounting gambling debts started to cloud his business judgement. Way in over his head to one of the larger Mafia families he took a job carrying illegal substances across state lines unknown to Mark.
Half way through one such flight Mark, not realising what his cargo was started to get engine problems (they had been sabotaged by a rival gangster family). Sending out a mayday Mark grabbed his parachute and headed for the door it. Was as he was buckling up that he noticed one of the boxes had split and on the floor were packets of white powder. Realising what he was carrying he grabbed one and secured it under his flight jacket with the intention of confronting Jeff when he had landed.
He made a clean jump and at the right altitude pulled the cord only to find that some of the cables had been cut. Mark did manage to make it to the ground but the landing was not good. Later in hospital the doctor informed Mark he had broken his back and that he would never gain the use of his legs again. Also waiting for him was the police who wanted to know why he had a large packet of drugs on his person.
At the trial Jeff gave evidence against Mark showing false information that Mark had in fact brought in the job. The owner of the casino where Jeff gambled also gave evidence that Mark had lost big time at the tables thus giving the prosecution ammunition for motive. Mark was found guilty and sentenced to 10 years.

After doing his time Mark returned to society a beaten man with no job and no future he found a bottle and crawled into it. Mark spent the next two years living on the streets and was a common site sitting in his wheel chair begging for money to get his next bottle of gut rot.
Then one day a well-dressed oriental looking man approached him saying that his master would like to help get him back on the straight road to life. Mark told him where to go and carried on getting drunk but every day for the next four weeks the same man would approach him and offer the same help. In the end Mark realised that if he did meet this guys boss he could at least get a bottle or two out of it so the next time the young man came to him he accepted.
Mark was taken to a very Large secluded house where he was introduced to an elderly gentleman by the name of Lou Chi. Mr Chi was a wealthy businessman who had run foul of the Mafia some years earlier and as a result had lost all of his family in a gangland shooting. Chi had spent the intervening years studying the mafia operations and realised that although a man of wealth he would not be able to take revenge directly. He said that Mark’s case had come to his attention and he was prepared to offer Mark the ability to get his life back in exchange for killing all the mafia he came across.
Mark found this hilarious and a little sick pointing out that if Mr. Chi had not noticed he was crippled. Mr. Chi replied that that could be overcome, that also over the years he had come across a scroll that was able to give a man his hearts desire. Now Mark started to think this man mad with his grieve, why not use the scroll to destroy the mafia if it was as powerful as he believed. The scroll, informed Mr. Chi was not to be used for evil thoughts but it could give Mark the one thing he desired more than anything else the use of his legs. Mr. Chi realised this was a lot to take in and Mark should think it over for a while offering him a room in his house until he had made his decion.
Over the next couple of days Mark sobered up and spent evening with Mr. Chi discussing many subjects but never touching on the issue at hand. Mark came to like the old man and felt sad for his loss so much so that one evening he announced that he would do the ritual for him, believing that it would fail but at least it would convince the old man to move on with his life.
The night of the ritual arrived and Mark was asked to lay on the floor in the middle a circle of candles. As the ceremony started Mark felt at piece for the first time in many years. At the climax of the ritual Chi Asked Mark to concentrate on the one thing in the world he wanted more than anything else. As the last words were issued the room fell silent. Minutes passed but finally Chi asked Mark to stand up putting all his will into it Mark tried only to collapse seconds later from the effort with no positive results, Mark was still as crippled as he was before the ceremony.
Mr. Chi hung his head to hid his grieve from his friend and made to leave. Mark was so upset that he could not help the old man after all the kindness he had shown that before he knew what was happening he was standing next to him in the door way. With surprise they both looked down realising that Mark had not in fact walked over the Chi but had floated. With an exited look on his face he asked Mark what he his hearts desire had been, well answered Mark walking would have been great but all I’ve ever wanted to do again was fly.

Over the following months they tested his powers to find their limitations. Mark was able to fly at reasonable speeds, hover and dive, he found he was more agile in the air than when he had had his legs and could reach altitudes that would have made him pass out if he had been in a plane.
Realising for the first time that he could repay the old man’s kindness Mark started learning skills that would help him in his fight against the Mafia. Firstly the old man got instructors to teach him how to fight hand to hand then more instructors to teach him to shoot guns. Lastly he hired people to teach him how to pick locks and gather information. After three more years of training they both agreed that Mark was skilled enough to go out and start his rain of terror on the villains that suckled off the poor and innocent of the city. On the night of his first foray into the dark would of crime Chi presented Mark with a fight suit lined with mesh telling him it was designed to help protect him from small arms fire and knife attacks.
And the flight cap had anti flash goggles.
Thus started the career of the Airman protector of the streets and terror of the criminals.

Appearance.
Airman dresses in the old style chocolate brown leather flight jacket with fur collar. Cream trousers 9slightly baggy at the sides), knee length black leather flight boots and the old style aviators leather cap and black glass goggles. Airman carries two matt black automatic pistols in shoulder holsters and a bowie knife in a boot holster.

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LION HEART

When Colin was five his mother died from cancer and Colin was sent to live with his father, Jonathan, in Kenya. His father and mother had divorced just after he was born.

Colin's father was a vet and warden for one of the big game reserves that specialised in the breeding of lions. Colin's life was idyllic; his father’s servant and friend Matthew Ombodoo managed his education as the compound was miles from the nearest school.
The two men and a young Colin spent many weeks away from the compound living off the land and learning about the habits of the wild lions, tracking and tagging them with specially adapted bow and arrows, a weapon that Colin over the years became expert with.
While on one of these trips Colin's father got a report that one of the lions in the area had turned man-eater and killed two local village children. The three decided that they should help track down this predator before the locals shot every lion in the district. They picked up the killer's trail on the fourth day and by evening had located its den, though upon inspection they found the lion had not yet returned. Matthew and Jonathan assessed the situation and felt it would be best to set up watch down wind of the den and wait for the lions return.
Unbeknownst to any of them the lion had been tracking them since early that morning and it wasn’t alone, it’s mate was with him. In the early hours the two huge cats attacked. First they went for the smallest of the three as they instinctively saw it as the weakest of the group. Attacking with speed and ferocity Colin was quickly brought down and badly mauled.
The two men seeing what was unfolding before their eyes rushed from their hiding places and let loss two arrows that felled the great beast standing over the boy. The second lion changed direction in mid stride and was on Jonathan before Matthew could reload. Colin, in great pain and on the verge of passing out from loss of blood saw the lion go for his father's throat. Anger welled up inside the thirteen year old, first he had lost his mother and now he had to watch his father die. Collecting all the strength he had left to him he stood and raised his bow but in its place was a burning flame white energy bow, working on pure instinct he pulled back his hand and a flaming arrow also appeared, releasing it, the fury shaft pierced the lions throat and lifted it into the air when it hit the ground again it was a blackened smoking corpse, then everything went black.
Jonathan amazed and scared at what had just happened ran to the prone body of his son, Matthew not far behind him. Quickly taking his son's pulse he knew he would be dead before they reached any type of medical facility. Seeing the loss in his friends eye Matthew took him to one side and explained that he could help his son, there were ways that his grandfather had taught him that could bring a person back from the edge, old ways, dangerous ways. In his grieve, and to save his son Jonathan agreed to give it a try. Kneeling once again over the boy Matthew started chanting; at first nothing happened then a blue haze appeared across the clearing it materialized into the ghostly form of a lion it slowly walked over to the young boy and sniffs. It lifted its head to look directly at Matthew blinked twice and slowly melted back into smoke. This smoke then started to swirl round Collins body before disappearing into the boys open wounds. Many minutes passed until before their astonished eyes Colin’s wounds started to heal. Slowly the boys breathing became more regular and he opened his eyes. Overjoyed that his son was alive he thanked Matthew from the bottom of his heart. They called the compound and six hours later Colin was safely in his bed asleep.

When he was strong enough the three of them started to take trips into the bush again but this time it was not to track lions, now they went to test this strange power Colin had developed. Years earlier Jonathan had read a medical article about the growing number of mutants appearing in the world and that one thing they all seemed to have in common was that their powers manifested themselves at puberty and usually under great stress. Jonathan surmised that Colin was one such mutant.
Over the next couple of years Colin experimented with his powers and became, what his dad believed was the greatest archer in the world. Something else happened to Colin in this period, once while out camping with his father and Matthew, Colin took ill and that night his body metamorphed into a humanoid lion. Matthew concluded this was due to the lion heart ghost he had summoned to heal Colin leaving a part of its life force within the boy’s spirit. This was a good omen Matthew said, the lion heart was looking over his son protecting him for he had been chosen for a great destiny. His new appearance, which he could change into at will, gave him added abilities to enhance his mutant ones, he developed claws on the end of his fingers capable of tear through steel. His natural athletic ability improved as well he was able to jump long distances and his sense of smell increased, he was able to see in the dark and heal rapidly but the weirdest thing of all was his ability to read the minds of the lions around him.
Fearing that soon the suppositious locals would shun his son he was sent back to the States to live with an old friend of his, Matthew Saunders, who ran a private school in New York

Now at the age of 32 Colin is the head of a thriving detective agency Cat’s-eyes. They help track down criminals and protect the local population from protection racketeers. In reality Cat’s-eyes has a staff of one all business is conducted from Colin’s house at the edge of the city. All jobs are resolved over the Internet or by phone, nobody has ever met or seen Colin all his clients know is that he has a superhero working for him called Lion Heart a Lion skinned human with a flaming bow.

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ROCK:

Rock will always remember the first day he looked upon the world. It was a Sunday, the sun was up and the people of the city were gathering below him. Looking down he could make out his creator, the stone mason, Guild Master Fredricks.
He remembered the last thud of the mallet as the guild master finished off his left hand. That was when he first looked into the sky and wondered what a beautiful place this was.

Now he looked down again onto the crowd below, all dressed in their finery waiting to enter the house of God. This was the first service to be taken place in the Cathedral and many city dignitaries were there to bask in the glory of the church and maybe even get a place in heaven because of all the money they had donated to it’s construction.

Rock was proud of his position. There he sat above the grand entrance his little lizard like face looking down on the sweeping steps below. His creator had put him there to ward of evil and to protect the innocent. He had memories of him saying this as he worked the rough stone into the shape of the little gargoyle.

For the next few centuries he sat there doing his job protecting the church entrance, though he never saw any evil to combat. So he sat and sat and the weather beat down on him, rain, sun and snow.

Then one day he was woken by the cry of a child and looking down he saw one of the brothers that cared for the cathedral dragging a small boy across the steps. Strange thought rock, It’s too early for church and that boy isn’t in the choir. Quickly he sent his site out to the other statues in round the church using their cold stone eyes to watch the brother and child as they moved round the cathedral and stopped in the dark quiet area at the rear near the crypt entrance.

Although Rock didn’t understand what he was seeing he realised from the cries of the child that the brother was hurting him. Realising that this was why he was put there, realising in his hear that this was the evil he was supposed to fight, the evil in man’s heart. He used all his strength the move his stone body, but to no avail. He had to sit and watch the whole seen unfold before him.
He could have retreated, gone back to looking out over the steps, maybe even blocked out the pitiful cries but he didn’t, if the child were to suffer he would bare witness to the evil of the brother and if possible bring him to justice. After the deed was done the brother took the child out into the graveyard outside of Rocks sight. Three days later the child’s body was found under some leaves in the far corner of the church yard.

Rock cried and cried for the child, it seemed he cried for decades, when next he looked down on the steps below him he saw the murderer below him but he was no longer a brother he now wore the trappings of a bishop.
As the bishop greeted his flock Rock noticed he shook hands with everyone, a smile on his face unmoving, a mask that hid his evil thoughts. He held the hand of the children, especially the boys a little too long but no one noticed except Rock.
How had this man managed to get into a position of power, how could his activities not have been noticed before now? All these questions ran through the little gargoyle’s mind. As he looked down from above the door a shudder ran through his body. Wait did his arm just move ever so slightly, no it was his imagination. If only he could fly down there right now and rip the mask off the evil he saw but try as he might he could not move his body from the seat he’d been carved into. Again he closed his eyes to the world but his dreams were continually plagued by the screams of a little boy from so long ago.

Again he wasn’t sure what woke him again but it must have been only a few months as the scene below him had changed little. There was a pressure in the air a tightness in the night, a storm was coming to the city and it would be a big one. Rock sent his mind wondering round the cathedral watching the fathers tend to their everyday chores. As his mind passed the bishop’s office he felt something new. There was stone within, a new statue in the church. He probed with his mind and found the cold hard stone. Slowly his mind entered it and for the first time in his long life he was able to see into the bishop’s den.

It was full of rich trappings of the man’s position in the church, far too much money had been spent on this evil in the name of god. Rock thought back to the first bishop and how he had lived with the other fathers in a little cell in the cloisters. But as the world grew so did the ambitions of man and soon wealth was everything even within the church.
Movement bought him back to reality, in to the room strode the bishop he seated himself behind his desk and took out some folders from a draw. The statue the Rock inhabited was on a shelf above the desk allowing Rock to peer over the bishop’s shoulder. Looking down his stone heart grew cold.
There on the table were folders full of documents about boys from the orphanage, the bishop flicked through them until he found one he liked the look of and smiled to himself. No thought Rock not again and he wished he could cast the statue down on the monster below and dash his brains out. To his surprise the statue wobbled then swayed and fell. Just as it toppled over the bishop looked up and just managed to through himself to one side. The statue hit the desk and broke in two. The head spinning off and coming to rest looking up into the bishops face as he pulled himself up off the floor.

Rock retreated quickly and once back in his own body he thought of what had just happened, he had used his will to move a stone statue. This was incredible, at the moment of purest hatred towards the bishop he had felt the very essence of the stone it had become part of him and he had commanded it to move and it had done so, granted it was crude and uncontrolled but it had moved.
Just then the storm struck. Rain lashed the cathedral and lightning slashed the sky. The thunder was load, it even hurt the little gargoyle’s stone ears. Just as the storm reached the height of it’s power a bolt of lightning struck the top of the arch where Rock perched and in a blinding flash of white hot light Rock found himself sailing through the air towards the courtyard below.
No, his mind screamed I will not be dashed upon the cobbles below I have a child to save. With that he collapsed his mind in unto himself and time suddenly seemed to stand still. For the first time in his life he could feel the essence of his own stone body with his will he grabbed the molecules of stone and ordered them to move slowly his wings, so long folded against his back, unfurled and stretched out, just then the world sped up again and he saw the ground coming up towards him at a great rate of knots. But as he dropped he felt his wings flap and mere inches from the ground he levelled out and skimmed the courtyard before turning and shooting back up to the top of the spire where he flapped his powerful stone wings and landed lightly on the cross on it’s top.

Perched there he gathered his thoughts, his clawed feet moulded into he stone he stood on. This was amazing he was free, free to go where he wished to explore the world at last, but then his mind returned to years earlier and a little boys body found in the courtyard a few days after a rain storm.

Looking down he noticed the bishops car pull up and the driver dart out into the rain putting up an umbrella and a few minutes later the bishop came out and went over to the car. The driver went round the back and got in himself and a second or two later the car took off.

Rock knew in his heart where the monster was going and knew he could not sit by and let another innocent get hurt. Leaping off the spire his wings unfurled and he glided quietly down the street following the car as it turned onto the main road and speed up. Lucky for Rock the heavy rain was keeping most of the city’s inhabitants indoors so he felt safe flying after the car, that and the fact his grey stone skin camouflaged him well against the stormy sky over head.

Fifteen minutes later the car turned into the drive of a large house and parked outside the bishop got out and entered the building. Rock glided in and landed on the sill of a first floor window.
Looking in he could make out the forms of children getting ready for bed. Crawling along the face of the building, the stone seeming to hold him in place as he went, he scuttled crab like over to a set of large glazed doors that were slightly ajar.
Crouching next to them he could hear the bishop talking to someone. “I don’t care what you think I want the child now and you will bring him.” Said the bishop

“But we agreed you’d never come here, that the children would be brought to you. I don’t want this place implicated in your activities.” Replied a nasally voice of a thin balding man.

“Oh shut up you get paid for providing me and my friends with entertainment and the church funds this orphanage very well. Which I know you skim the top off for yourself so don’t be all high and mighty with me.”

“the child, bring him to me and leave. I will call you when I’m ready to leave.” With that the door opened and closed.

Peering into the room from outside Rock saw the Bishop sit down on a couch, he was just getting ready to spring and rip the monster’s head off when the door opened and the thin balding man came back in dragging a boy of about ten with him. Rock recognised him at once as the boy from the folder.

The bishop ordered the man out and as he left got up and locked the door. Turning he moved towards the boy his shadow loomed big in the light of the desk lamp.

“you are here to please me and if I’m pleased you will live if not you will die and no one will ever know what happened to you.”


The lad shrank away from him and crouched shaking in the corner of the room the Bishop just smiled and moved closer to the lad running his hand lightly across the boy’s face before grabbing his chin firmly and pulling his head up to look at his tormentor.
Rock had seem more than his stomach could take and as a clap of thunder echoed around outside he leapt through the door taking strength from the stone of the building. His clawed hand took the bishop by the throat as he went by carrying him away from the child.
Twisting in mid air then landed with the bishop on his back and the gargoyle crouched over him his hand tight around the man’s throat.

The bishop’s eyes bulged as he looked into the eyes of the creature he had looked at everyday as he entered the cathedral. In a gravely voice Rock hissed “You have hurt your last child you monster. I’ve sat quietly watching you for years, watched the vile evil you commit and cover up in the name of God. I was carved to protect the innocent that walked through that arch yet I could not protect the child you killed all those years ago. Tonight it ends.”

As the storm raged outside the Gargoyle dragged the screaming bishop out onto the balcony. The bishop tried to fight him but even though there as a great size difference the gargoyle’s weight was far too great and the clawed hands had locked in a stone like grip.

Looking up Rock jumped and with his free hand and feet stuck to the stone above the doors. The bishop could do nothing but be taken along with him, cracking his head on the door opening as he hit the wall hard.
Walking up the wall Rock could feel the power of the stone beneath his feet and drew its strength into himself he felt invincible. Pulling the bishop up he slammed him back first against the wall and as he did so rope like tendrils of stone snaked out and rapped themselves round the bishop’s chest and waist, pulling so tight he could hardly breath.
Finally removing his hand from the man’s throat the gargoyle studied the monster before him.

“you know I thought you were an evil man but you are really a pathetic excuse for a priest. You sit there and preach the good book but you use it to destroy the lives of children. No more will I let that happen.”

As he talked he grabbed the bishop’s hand s and pulling it out slammed it against the wall where the stone opened up and encased the hand. The priest screamed in pain as the stone where the hand was turned red in colour as it crushed the flesh within.
Rock did the same with his other hand and the priest’s feet. Each time the bishop cried out for mercy.

“Mercy, your evil will find no mercy here priest.” Spat the gargoyle “And I doubt god will find it in his heart to accept you in the house of our lord when you meet your maker.”

With that Rock stepped back to observe his handy work. The bishop had been placed arms outstretched in the shape of the cross, his head lulled forward in obvious pain and terror.
Rock looked up and spied a stone carved water spout high above near the roof. Touching the stone the spout started to shake then slowly slid down the face of the building as if it were a little toy boat sailing on the ripples of a steam.

The spout stopped it’s downward journey just above the bishop’s shoulders “Now I would say your prays but I doubt anyone will here you.” Hissed the gargoyle.

Again he concentrated and tendrils snaked out from behind the bishops head and rapped round his forehead. With a scream he tried to fight, tried to break the hold but it was of little used. Slowly his head was pulled back till the back of it was resting against the spout. Then the tendrils tightened again and with a crunch pulled the bishops head onto it.
There was a gurgled cry as the spout passed through the back of the priest’s head to exit through the opened screaming mouth. The rain water passing through the spout turned red as it ran down the front of the bishop to land on the balcony below.

The gargoyle looked into the bishop’s dead eyes for a minute then scuttled down the building to re-enter the room. The rain outside was lessening soon it would stop altogether as the storm moved on.

The child was still curled up in the corner, slowly Rock took the boys arm and uncurled him. As the boy looked up into the gargoyle’s eyes he made to scream. Rock gently put a hand over his mouth.

“please I mean you no harm. The monster that did is no more and you are safe. I have things that need to be done to make sure all of you here are safe from now on. Stay here and lock the door behind me I will be back soon.”

He looked into the child’s frightened eyes. “trust men you are safe.”

With that he went over to the door and opening it slipped out happy to hear the solid click of the key in the lock behind him.
Once outside he quickly scuttled up the wall and onto the vaulted ceiling. He loved these old buildings all made from stone. Quietly he moved around hiding from the odd child that were moving about below.
At he found the directors office and trying the door quietly crept in. From the doorway Rock saw the bald headed man washing his hands in an adjoining room. As he stepped back into his office Rock made the stone slab floor beneath his feet rap round the man’s legs holding him fast.

“If you know what is good for you do not scream. I am you worse nightmare. I know what little service you have been providing the city’s dear bishop and I have left you a little message on the outside of your building.”

Moving over to stand in front of the terrified man, Rock noticed the smell of human waste, noting in satisfaction that his appearance was doing the trick he bared his pointed teeth and hissed.

“ When the bishop is found in the morning you will tell the police everything. You will leave nothing out. You will give them the names off all the people you provided children to for their sick entertainment and you will confess to your part in their crimes.”

With that Rock turned and walked to the door. As he opened it he turned once more to face the man “if you do not I will find you no matter what hole you climb into and I’ll do far worse to you than our good friend the bishop.” With that Rock closed the door behind him.

Rock quickly and quietly made it back up stairs and tapped on the door. It opened a crack but once the boy saw who it was the door opened fully and Rock entered closing it behind him.
“You trust me don’t you?” he asked the child who just stared at him and nodded. “I must leave now but you will be safe from now on. If you ever need me you can find me at the cathedral just stand in front of the arch and look up I will see you and come to your side.”

With that Rock went out onto the balcony the child followed him. He looked at the innocent life he had just saved and he felt good, for the first time he felt he could actually do the job he was created for, to protect the innocent from evil.
The boy stood and watched in amazement as Rock spread his wings and jumped into the rain soaked sky. Flying hi he circled the orphanage once then flew off in the direction of the cathedral.

The following day Rock heard all about what had happened the night before. The congregation were talking all about the Bishop and his sick activities. But mostly they talked in hushed voices about how the priest had been found fused to the stone high up on the face of the orphanage they looked up at the alter and confessed their sins so that god would not punish them as he had the bishop.



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Rock is made of stone hard and solid. His skin is very resistant to damage and he can regenerate damage over time. He has the ability to project his mind into other forms of natural stone and see and hear through them.
Standing on stone allows him to draw the energy in the material into his body making him strong. When touching stone he can manipulate it into and shape he wishes and command it to do his will.
As a gargoyle he has claws, fangs and wings. He can fly and even though he’s not a trained fighter his claws can be deadly in a fight.
Lastly he is unaware at the moment the true extent of his stone manipulation abilities he can actually pass through stone and even teleport from one piece of stone to another either within eye sight or to a place he knows well or has seen before.

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these are very cool,

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