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Aug 5 2018, 05:33 PM


Celebrity Claim-Thylane Blondeau

Full Name- Bayley Rawlins
Nicknames/Aliases- The Phenomenal Bayley ‘Frickin’ Rawlins, Bay, Bayley Rae,
Age- 16
Date of Birth- 8th of April
Faction- New Mutants - Arriving second half of May
Occupation- N/A

Personality- Bayley is about the most genuine person one could come across. She doesn’t hide what she is thinking, doesn’t hide what she is feeling. She says what she means to say and is unapologetic for it. If she says or does something that upsets someone she does not believe in apologizing to make them feel better. Bayley does not believe in apologizing for doing or saying something she meant to do or say and is not sorry fcr. She finds that sort of apology to be more disrespectful than anything else.

Bayley is also excitable and high energy. Peppy is an understatement. She gets invested in things not just a little bit, but a lot. Almost over the top when it comes to things that are exciting, high energy, or places where she can show off. Bayley is a performer at heart and loves to entertain. Certain situations (confrontational ones) are situations where she likes to perform the best.

  • Professional wrestling
  • Making her own ring attire.
  • Showing off
  • Dancing to the radio
  • Pasta
  • Botching a move in the ring
  • People who are spiteful on purpose
  • Not being able to do what she loves
  • Cryers
  • Broccoli
  • Showmanship
  • Useless Wrestling Trivia
  • Dedicated
  • Everything is a spot(show), which means she rarely takes things seriously
  • She gets herself into trouble because she runs her mouth when she should not.
  • Never backs down when she obviously should.

Power Name- Interpersonal Gravity Manipulation:

Description- Bayley generates a gravitational field that allows her to manipulate gravity in a variety of specific ways. Interpersonal methods, which only affect Bayley, and extrapersonal methods which affect others. She can extend this aura to a roughly 12 foot radius or large enough to have a person standing on either side of her.

Bayley’s personal gravity manipulation manifests in two distinct ways. Altering the flow of gravity in relation to herself and altering the degree to which Gravity pulls down on Bayley. This effectively simulates wall crawling and increased mass.

    Simulated Wall Crawling By changing the direction in which gravity is pulling her, Bayley can simulate the wall crawling abilities of people like Nightcrawler and Spider-man. In essence, the wall or ceiling becomes the floor for Bayley, and the actual floor becomes a wall or ceiling. Unlike Nightcrawler and Spider-man those things in her pockets, her hair, clothing, jewelry etc are also impacted so nothing dangles towards the actual floor like it would on anyone else with traditional wall crawling, or if something were to fall out of her pocket it would fall towards her feet as long as it did not fall outside of her aura range.Bayley is able to move freely with no restrictions other than what is mentioned in the limits.

    This aspect also has the added benefit of increasing the length of Bayley’s jump. By altering the direction gravity pulls her, Bayley can fall towards something that someone else would jump towards. The maximum range that Bayley can “free fall” in this manner is 25 feet, or just over the width of the average city alley.

    Simulated Mass increase Bayley can also alter the degree to which Gravity pulls down on her. This has the effect of simulating an increase in mass. Currently Bayley weighs 120 lbs, by increasing how much gravity is pulling down on her, Bayley can go from “weighing” 120 lbs to three times that or 360lbs. This is a precision ability so Bayley can playaround anywhere up to but not exceeding 3 times her body weight.
Limits-Bayley struggles with extending her aura more than an inch away from her body, unless she is touching someone or something. But to consciously extend her aura without grabbing a hold of whatever she is trying to cover is virtually impossible. Bayley must stand perfectly still and focus only on that aspect which requires a lot of strain. So if she is standing on the ceiling and something falls from her pocket it will fall towards the ceiling unless it falls outside of the inch away from her body, at which point it would fall towards the actual ground.

When wall crawling in this manner, Bayley has the same movement capabilities as she would if she was on the actual ground. However, time and focus is important. Bayley can only affect gravity continuously for 10 minutes. At the 9 minute mark Bayley starts to get a migraine that increases in severity every 15 seconds, with a nose bleed at 9 minutes and 50 seconds, and dizziness at 10 minutes. Passing out shortly there after. Letting go and allowing gravity to affect her normally resets the “clock.” If Bayley pushes it all the way to the 10 minute mark she will have to go a full minute before manipulating gravity again. Bayley can alter the direction in which gravity is pulling someone else, however she has to be touching them at all times. The moment she no longer touches them is the moment gravity resets.

When simulating long jump capability, Bayley can free fall for 25 feet before she loses focus and gravity resets and pulls her to the actual ground. 25 feet is also the maximum due to the acceleration. Bayley is not jumping she is free falling with comes with an acceleration of speed. At 25 feet she “lands” at roughly 27 miles per hour. Which does make for a particularly rough landing. Bayley is more apt to turn this aspect “on” halfway through the jump to mitigate the impact.

Bayley cannot exceed 360 lbs in “gravitational pull” even though she has done so once, she cannot do so again until she gets older and her power increases with training. Bayley can both wall crawl and enhance her “mass” at the same time, however this halves the time from 4 to 5 minutes to 2 to 2.5 minutes. Also, Bayley’s body is not built for added weight, so she cannot hold the additional gravitational pull for long periods before she buckles under her own weight. Added Mass is something she does in quick bursts as needed, she can only stand still with the added weight for maybe a few seconds. Like most people she collapses when 3 times her weight is sat onto her shoulders, which is why she does this aspect in bursts as needed.

Power Name- Extrapersonal Gravity Manipulation
Description-Bayley’s extrapersonal gravity manipulation manifests in a few distinct ways. Removing gravity from whatever she is touching and increasing the gravitational pull to whatever she is touching. Like above she can achieve these effects without touching by extending her aura, but the strain and focus required to do so makes her utterly terrible at it, to the point that she is incredibly ineffectual with it unless she touches. Touch automatically covers the individual she grabs a hold of because they “enter” her natural aura which then flows around them instantly. This aspect of her ability simulates super-strength and giving something increased mass.
    Simulated Super StrengthWith touch, Bayley can remove the the effect of gravity on whatever she is touching and making it weightless. She does this in increments. Instantly removing the gravitational forces that pull something up to 800 lbs. The longer she holds onto something the more gravitational pull is reduced in equal increments to that first initial touch. In 2 seconds 1600 lbs is rendered weightless. In 4 seconds 2400 lbs. This is the upper limit that Bayley has. 2400 lbs or 1.2 tons worth of “weight” can be rendered weightless, taking 4 seconds of continuous touch to do so. As long as whatever, or whomever, stays in contact with Bayley it stays weightless. As above 10 minutes continually is the extent of the gravitational reduction.

    Simulated additional MassWith touch, Bayley can increase the degree in which Gravity pulls down on whatever she is touching. This increase is done in incremental degrees.Her initial touch doubles the weight. So someone weighing 400 lbs would feel like they have an additional 400 lbs pulling down on them. She can go up to 3 times the original weight of what she is touching. Bayley can alter between the weightlessness effect to the additional mass effect very rapidly. Instantly lifting something 800 lbs off the ground and slamming it to the ground with the gravitational pull as if it weighed of 2400 lbs.
Limits-Removing the pull of gravity has the same time limits as adding affecting the direction gravity pulls Bayley. 10 minutes of continual use and Bayley will get migraines at the 9 minutes marks leading up to passing out past 10 minutes. She must allow her gravitational aura to reset itself between bouts of continual use. Theoretically Bayley can hang on to something for just before 9 minutes and pick it up with its “weight” getting reduced by 800 lb increments. A stationary object is one thing, an enemy who can batter her in the face is a different thing altogether. Also, Bayley has to be able to actually get a hold of the object otherwise lifting it would be clunky and the moment she is no longer touching it is the moment gravity resets and she does not want to be under a car if her hand should ever slip. She does not actually have super strength so if she can’t get a good grip she cannot lift it very easily.

Bayley can extend her aura and achieve these effects with the range noted above, or wide enough to encompass one person standing on either side of her. However, as above, doing so is so arduous, slow, and taxing that do so in just not feasible. She is pretty much crap at using her ability in this manner.

Skills & Abilities- Professional Wrestling Professional wrestlers, like those in the WWE, are stunt men and women. They know how to fall properly, how to simulate fights and such all in order to create a stunt show that simulates a fight with rather impressive “looking” attacks. Bayley is very good at being a professional wrestler. She was raised in the business and as such knows how to mitigate a fall when she knows it is coming and also knows how to manipulate a “rasslin” move so that it hurts worse that it normally would. (Just a little change goes from landing on your shoulders to landing on your neck for example) As such, Bayley’s fighting style is very pro rasslin influenced.

Acrobatic Bayley is no world class gymnast, though she does have some acrobatic skills in the form of flips and mid air twists and such that goes into the more flashy aerial wrestling maneuvers. She is not going to win any competitions but she can do some rudimentary flips and somersaults.

Submission moves Because of her wrestling background, Bayley knows quite a few submission holds that inflict a lot of pain.

Height- 5’6
Weight- 120lbs
Eye Colour- Blue
Hair Colour- Brown

Appearance-Athletic wear. If she can get away with it, Bayley would be in athletic wear every moment of every day. She also loves a good baseball cap. Though she is not above wearing a knee length dress, or jeans with knee high boots and a flannel shirt. A nice leather jacket perhaps. All in all she’s your pretty typical girl when it comes to clothing. She will wear just about anything, has her preferences, but is not one to demand designer or high priced clothing. If she thinks she looks good in it or it is comfortable she will wear it.

Physically speaking, Bayley is very toned and fit with slightly visible muscle definition. However the muscle definition is not so much that she doesn't still have a feminine appearance. Mostly, it is obvious that she engages in regular exercise. Her brown hair is just passed her shoulders and her eyes are a vivid blue. When using her mutation, Bayley’s eyes shine a brighter blue.

Gear- Bayley has her wrestling gear, which consists of short shorts, knee high boots, a sports bra style top, a trench coat and a pair of googles.

Hometown- Cameron North Carolina
Immediate Family- Seth Rawlins - Father, Sarah Rawlins - Mother.
Others- N/A

History- Bayley was born in Cameron North Carolina to Seth and Sarah Rawlins. Though Bayley has never spent much time in Cameron. For as long as she could remember, Bayley has been on the road with her family traveling with her families independent professional wrestling promotion, Omega Championship Wrestling. Which has grown to be one of the most popular independent pro wrestling organizations in the United States with developmental contracts with the largest and most popular Wrestling Entertainment company.

Ever since she was old enough to walk, Bayley has been in the ring and around the business and other wrestlers. Some of which where, or went on to be considered among the greatest of all time. Wrestling is in her blood. It’s all she’s ever known and all she has ever wanted to do. Her dream is to become the greatest of all time, and perform on the grandest stage of them all. However, those dreams would come crashing down.

Once Bayley turned 16, she began to workout with the other wrestlers. Spending time in the gyms as they traveled from town to town, working with them in the ring before a show to help fine tune their performances for later. Even having impromptu “matches” before shows as her parents began to teach her more and more about the business she loved so much.
She hated the reality that she would have to wait two more years before she could actually perform for real, but understood for insurance purposes she had to be legally an adult. Even so, Bayley relished the opportunity to learn from the pros that worked for her parents, and loved banging around in the ring with her mom or dad before or after a show.

Bayley also understood that she would need the additional two years to get her mutation under control. The last thing her father needed was his mutant daughter hurting someone.

Even though her father's company was a smaller independent company, it still managed a televised show a few times a year. The company was fast approaching one of the more important shows which had an untelevised house show the night before. This time they were trying something new, live streaming the house show the night before the televised show. All for setup and hype for the next nights big show.

Everything was going great during the livestream, except towards the end. Bayley’s mother, whose character was the promotions commissioner, was being attacked by the “villainous” women's champ and her “treacherous” manager. Another wrestler named Sasha was to run out and save the commissioner and set up a title defence for the next night. However Sasha was no where yo be found. The spot was in danger of being ruined. So Bayley did the only thing she could think of. She put on a full Lucha Libre style mask and hit the ring, all to save the spot. After all someone else could put on the mask the next night if need be.

So Bayley entered the ring, and ran through the confrontation just like it had been worked out earlier that day. Her identity concealed by the full face mask, everyone assuming one of the others had taken the initiative. Bayley grabbed the champions manager, but with all the adrenaline and excitement, her mutation flared and Bayley’s suplex ended up injuring the manager.

It didn't take long for the rumor to start circulating. That Sasha had fallen off the wagon again, missed her spot, and the 16 year old Bayley had tried to cover. Her parents and the promotion spent all day denying the rumors, and one of the other wrestlers would put on the mask. Everyone hoped that everyone else would accept it and leave it be. They would all find out during the televised event if people bought the “official story.”

Player Name- Bry
Age a lot
How Can We Contact- Discord
Time Zone- Central
How did you find us? With a Garman
Other Characters- Many

Role Play Sample-

“I don’t know what happened dad.. I rotated just like I was supposed to. Becky took the bump like we’re supposed to. I just don’t..” The concern in Bayley’s voice was genuine. She was concerned for Becky’s health as he injury was quite significant. But she was more concerned for her career. She was very close to becoming the youngest female wrestler in the history of the business. She was a few days away from her first real match and that real match was going to be on live tv. As soon as they could finalize who she was going to compete against.

Bayley hated lying to her father. Her mutation only known by her mother, and one of the roadies who had a mutation as well. She knew that if her father found out, he would not let her wrestle. He would not risk the promotion. He knew, and so did Bayley, that if they allowed a mutant to wrestle the family business would fold. The way the world felt about mutants would just not allow for the business to openly embrace them. So Bayley kept it to herself and did not tell her father. “Bayley,it’s ok. I can’t count the number of times the most basic things have injured me over the years. These things happen.” Her father said, giving his daughter a hug. “I know dad. I just hate that she’s been hurt.” Bayley took a deep breathe and lifted her duffle bag. “I need to get to the ring and practice for Monday.” She simply said, forcing on a smile and heading off towards the ring, scared to death that her dream was slipping away.
May 2 2018, 07:14 PM


Celebrity Claim- Michael C Hall

Full Name- Marc Spector
Nicknames/Aliases- Stephen Grant, Jack Lockley, Fist of Khonshu, Crescent Crusader, Lunar Legionnaire.
Age- 35
Date of Birth- January 1st
Faction- Street Level
Occupation- CEO Spector Corp, Vigilante.

Personality- Marc Spector’s brain is being colonized by the consciousness of the Celestial Ennead Khonshu. Also known as the Egyptian God of the Moon and Vengeance. Protector of travelers in the night. Possessed by an Egyptian God is about the best way to really explain the situation. Though Possession is a bit of a misnomer as Marc is in complete control. He just has a talkative passenger. This “possession” has resulted in a variety of personality quirks.

Marc is the chosen Avatar for Khonshu. He is not mentally ill. He does not have Dissociative Identity Disorder. He does have a variety of personalities but this is not due to any mental illness but rather due to Khonshu being a God of multiple facets. Marc’s very limited human mind and intellect makes sense of these facets by assigning specific and independent personality traits that can, on the outside, make it appear that Marc suffers from some odd multiple personality disorder. Marc can freely move between these facets/personas/traits at will as needed.

In order to understand these independent personality traits and quirks, you have to first understand a little bit about Khonshu. Khonshu is a Celestial Ennead of multiple facets, or phases like the moon. These phases are very distinct from one another and have lead to the various titles that Khonshu has been given by his followers. Pathfinder, Embracer, Defender and Protector of Overnight Travelers. Like the phases of the moon are very different, so is Khonshu at any given time.
    The PathfinderThis would be the personality trait Marc made sense of by naming Steven Grant. In order for Marc to be Moon Knight, Khonshu’s avatar, Marc needs to have capital and a source of income. The Pathfinder personality trait finds the way to make this possible. This persona is very business like and business savvy. He is shrewd and intelligent and is the brains behind SpectorCorp. The venture capital investment firm that generates the money that makes Moon Knight possible. When using this mindset Marc can exist in the high society environment and be rather refined and classy. The Pathfinder is Moon Knight’s book smarts.

    The EmbracerKhonshu understands that while capital is needed to afford Moon Knight, information is also essential. This would be the personality trait Marc made sense of by naming Jack Lockley. The Embracer is Moon Knight’s street smarts. This is the curious and investigative side. The one that knows how to talk to average everyday people. Its the personality that is sympathetic to the victim(s). This is the aspect that knows how to get information off the street that is not violent. The Embracer is catty and street wise, with a bit of an arrogant attitude. He can be a smooth talker when he needs to or argumentative when the situation calls for it.

    The DefenderThis is the original Marc Spector personality. He is secretive like a CIA spy would be. He is cunning and morally loose. He knows how to compartmentalize his emotions so that he can do what needs to be done. He is a soldier and mercenary, a fighter and half of Moon Knight’s combat skill. He is aggressive and quick to throw a punch. This personality is combative, violent, and desensitized to violence. He is a right good bastard and can be rather prickish.

    The Protector of Overnight Travelers This is Khonshu’s vengeance. Unlike most superheroes, Moon Knight is willing to brutally hurt and maim his opponents. He is vengeful and without remorse. He is a dominant and domineering personality. One that can be rather frightening. This personality tends to be fearless and a bit reckless. This is the other half of Moon Knight’s fighting skill. The take no prisoner, pull no punch, never back down aspect that is driven by a need to carry out his own vengeance.

    Marc will often times have an internal dialogue with these various personas. Much like someone would have a dialogue with advisors or those whom they seek advice from.This is merely Marc Spector being guided by his benefactor and the manner in which he makes sense of that. This dialogue has the tended to be Marc speaking aloud to himself, which adds to the false notion that he is mentally ill.

  • Moon Knight has never met a punch he didn’t like
  • The music of Katy Perry Also Dazzler if we ever get a Popstar Dazzler
  • Dispensing the Vengeance of Khonshu
  • A real good brawl
  • Egyptian artifacts and antiquities
  • Evildoers
  • Monologuing Villains
  • People who say your can’t wear white after Labor Day
  • Raul Bushman
  • Tom Cruise’s remake of The Mummy. (Mostly he just hates Tom Cruise)
  • Brawling
  • Striking fear into nearly everyone
  • Investigative
  • He is not subtle
  • He is not forgiving
  • He takes way to many risks

Marc is not driven by the phases of the moon and does not get any more or less powerful as the lunar cycle progresses.

Power Name- Pain Resistance
Description- Spiritually gifted, or simply numb from all the years of damage to his body, Moon Knight has an incredibly strong threshold for pain.This pain resistance is partially why Moon Knight is so willing to take a punch. Marc’s pain tolerance is so high that those painful sensations that would render most everyone unconscious and a mere nuisance for Marc. Enhanced interrogation (Torture) is not going to work on Moon Knight as he simply disassociates from the pain and ignores it entirely.

Limits-The problem with being numb to pain is you really don’t get a very good accounting of how injured you really are. Marc will keep going when conventional wisdom says to stop and go to the hospital before you bleed to death. Pain is also a metric for personal safety and Marc really does not have a sense of personal safety. Which threatens to cause Marc to ever increasing amounts of injury which could very well have dire consequences.

Power Name- Telepathic Resistance
Description- With a Celestial Ennead in his mind, there is no room for another. Marc’s unique situation between himself and Khonshu makes him near impervious to most telepathic intrusions, and completely immune to telepathic Possession and Mind Control. With two minds being better than one and one of those being what amounts to a God, Moon Knight becomes aware when a telepath attempts any intrusion.

Limits-When a Telepath attempts to intrude on Marc’s mind they find that it is like a revolving door with no exit. They come in and are slipped right back out. An incredibly powerful telepath can weasel themselves in to his thoughts though it does take a considerable amount of effort and Moon Knight becomes aware of the additional presence. Mental control and Possession have no effect on Moon Knight. Something like a psychic blast that has a mental impact or jarring effect still has that effect on Marc, however it does not allow a telepath to better gain access to Marc’s mind and he is not as affected as someone usually is.

Skills & Abilities-
Ability Name- Olympian Physique
Description- Marc Spector is not Peak Human in strength and conditioning. However is his top Olympian in strength and conditioning. He possesses the strength, speed, agility, and stamina of a world class Olympic athlete. He is able to lift 470 lbs with ease. He can run at a sustained 23 MPH and has the conditioning to sustain the strength and speed for an extended amount of time. Marc is also highly acrobatic. At the end of the day, Olympian physique or not, Marc is still human and is no more or no less durable and susceptible to damage than any other human is. If it cuts, breaks, tears, or kills a normal human it will very likely do the same to Marc. Though death is likely not going to be a permanent condition for Marc

Ability Name- Expert Pilot
Description- He is an expert pilot and aviator due to his years as a US Marine and Mercenary. If it flies, Marc can fly it.

Ability Name- Expert Detective
Description- Marc is exceptionally good at investigative work. This is from the street smarts aspect of his persona knowing how to deal with people and having a highly attuned attention to detail. Marc has a broad skill set and knowledge of the criminal underworld that helps with tracking down leads. (He’ll also beat an informant until they speak. So there is that)

Ability Name- Interrogation Expert
Description- Marc has the enhanced interrogation training employed by militaries and spies and has zero issue with employing those enhanced methods to obtain information.

Ability Name- Master Marksman
Description- He is capable of hurling or firing all types of projectiles with great aim and pin point accuracy.

Ability Name- Weapons Master
Description- Marc is adept with the use of combat weaponry. Most notably the weapons that he more regularly employs. Such as Crescent shaped shuriken, Truncheon style batons, Cestus gloves, Boomerangs, grappling hook, and a Three Piece staff.

Ability Name- Master Martial Artist
Description- Marc is undergone extensive training as a commando and mercenary making him a highly skilled Mixed Martial artist. He can adeptly employee techniques from boxing, judo, Savate and Tahtib which is an ancient Egyptian stick fighting martial art.

Height- 6’2
Weight- 225 lbs
Eye Colour- brown
Hair Colour- brown

Appearance- Marc Spector’s appearance depends solely on his mood. As owner of Spector Corp. Marc is known to wear expensive suits, designer clothes, and move around high society circles. All in an effort to raise the capital Moon Knight needs in order to be successful.

Marc also inhabits the seedy underworld dive bars and places like Weasels. Expensive suits do not fit in here, so Marc would be wearing inexpensive jeans and t shirts. Things purchased from a thrift store. It's a very casual, down to Earth, common everyday guy sort of look.

Moon Knight wears an all white costume. Always all white. Sometimes the costume is the traditional suit of armor and a cowl, though he has been known to wear what looks like an all white suit and mask. Though Moon Knight is not above just putting on a mask and going in head first sans armor.

Moon Knight’s Armor Moon Knight wears an all white suit of armor made of an experimental silicon carbide polymer that is incredibly resilient, durable, and flexible. Moon Knight’s armor is puncture resistant, able to withstand knife and sword attacks from commercially, privately, and military grade bladed weapons. It is bullet resistant, able to withstand all traditional pistol/hand gun fire, shotgun and long rifle fire, but is susceptible to high velocity military grade armor piercing rounds, adamantium bladed weapons, extreme heat and cold temperatures, and high velocity explosive ordinance.

Glider CloakMoon Knight cannot fly, he can spread his cloak and slow his descent from great heights. To a slight extent he can steer his fall.

Crescent Darts One of Moon Knight’s signature weapons. Moon Knight employs near perfectly balanced crescent moon shaped darts that are similar to Shuriken. They can be thrown with incredible accuracy, used as a bladed weapon such as a knife, or launched from special firing mechanisms on his wrists.

Truncheon This ingenious device functions as a simple club, nunchaku, and a grappling hook. By itself, it can be wielded as a blunt instrument or thrown. It separates into two shorter clubs (linked by a chain) to entangle a weapon or limb, or to lengthen the club's arc of travel and thus its force. The hook springs forth from one end and, with a cable attached, allows Moon Knight to climb to, descend from, or swing around a fixed point. Marc has a few of these Truncheon that he can attach to form a three section staff or san-setsu-kon. He can also keep them together as a quarterstaff.

Cestus Marc has the option of wearing a cestus on his hands as opposed to traditional gloves. This makes his punches vastly more dangerous as the cestus is designed to maim and mangle the flesh upon impact. The cestus is composed of the same experimental silicon carbide polymer.

AnkhThe Ankh lights up when the bearer is in imminent danger. Similarly the Ankh can be used at a mace. The Ankh is part of a set of ancient weapons the other parts of that set are scarab shaped throwing knives, and an ivory boomerang. These stay in a display case as they are old relics and not as durable as Moon Knight’s current weapons.

MoonCopterA Privately built one of a kind helicopter. Top speed 220 mph at a ceiling of 10,000 feet with a range of 1000 miles. Three under mounted rotors for propulsion. Two forward mounted 20mm cannons for armament.

Additional Information- As previously stated, Moon Knight is not mentally Ill. His mind has been colonized by the consciousness of a Celestial Ennead. This is very much similar to possession without the loss of control over one’s body. Because Marc is a man of average intellect, he has made sense of this other consciousness through various personality traits to make sense of what is going on in his mind. Because there is a very real conversation going on in his mind between himself and Khonshu, Marc can appear like he is utterly batshit crazy because he does tend to talk to himself. Which is really just Marc talking to Khonshu but Marc tends to sometimes talk out loud. He does try to not do this in public.

Marc is also an avid collector of Ancient Egyptian art and antiquities.

Marc doesn’t just like Katy Perry’s music. Marc loves Katy Perry’s music (This will be extended to include Dazzler if we get a Popstar Dazzler)

Hometown- Chicago Illinois
Immediate Family- Seth Phalkon (alleged great-great-grandfather)
Elias Spector (father, deceased); Mrs. Spector (mother, deceased); Randall Spector (Brother-Deceased)

Others- Marc is a loner

History- Marc Spector grew up a normal Jewish kid in a normal Jewish community in Chicago Illinois. His childhood, teen years, were about as typical and monotone as a life before adulthood could get. Marc’s history really does not start until he left Chicago and enlisted into the Marine Corp.

Marc served two tours of duty as a Marine Infantryman. Showing incredible skill with just about any weapon that could be put into the hands of a Marine. Much to the CIA’s liking, Marc seemed to be the reason a Marine was also known as a Devil Dog. Marc Spector, in a combat scenario was relentless. Like a dog with a bone. Almost like conflict was the only thing that made him feel alive, or that he yearned for action and conflict. As time went on the CIA operative attached to Marc’s unit began to request Marc’s assistance more and more. When his tour was up Marc joined the CIA.

Marc’s time with the CIA was full of various and assorted dangerous schemes and spy work. From setting up Narcotic running schemes to get operatives inside enemy bases to infiltrating the Black Market arms scene to keep an eye on Warlords. Tracking what they were selling, buying, and what they were buying them for.

Marc also participated in quite a few enhanced interrogations and Black Ops assassinations. During his time in the CIA, Marc met and fell in love with a girl by the name of Lisa who lived in a small town in Italy that Marc would use to lay low in. Though Marc and Lisa’s love affair would come to a brutal end. Lisa being a good and nobel soul had inadvertently come across local Italian Mafioso’s who were running guns. Lisa intended to go to the local authorities and expose the gun running mafia and unfortunately Marc’s CIA team. In order to prevent their operation from being exposed. Randall Spector, Marc’s brother, killed Lisa with a hatchet. Marc retaliated by hurling a grenade at his brother. Marc has not seen Randall sense and assumes he is dead.

This prompted Marc to leave the CIA and dive into the illegal underground fighting business where the devil dog in Marc was once again let out. Marc making quite a lot of money as an underground prize fighter. Eventually Marc met a man by the name of Frenchie Duchamp. Marc and Frenchie jumped into the Soldier for Hire business and traveled all over South America and Africa selling their services to the highest bidder. Marc doing the work mostly for the money and was able to save up quite a large nest egg.

Taking a job from a guy by the name of Raul Bushman, Marc and Frenchie traveled to Egypt. Marc was more in it for the money than anything else, Raul more into the plunder and killing of being a regional warlord. Raul had learned of a small village that had information on a recently unearthed tomb full of artifacts. Raul seeing the opportunity to pillage and plunder took his band to that small village. Where they encountered Peter Alraune and his daughter Marlene.

Peter was an archaeologist who was not about to allow a regional warlord to pillage the new tomb to Khonshu that they had discovered. Raul was not about to have some Archaeologist keep him from his treasure, so he pulled his gun and shot Peter. Turning to shoot Marlene, Marc jumped in an fought off Raul only to be mortally wounded in the process. Raul grabbed Marlene and Frenchie and headed off in search of the tomb. However the villagers that were left behind took Marc to the tomb before Raul could learn of its location.

Lying beneath a statue of Khonshu, Marc Spector was given a choice. Die for good or be resurrected as Khonshu’s Avatar on Earth. The Fist of Khonshu instrument of the Moon God’s vengeance. Marc’s spirit accepted the deal and Marc Spector was resurrected by Khonshu with Khonshu inhabiting Marc’s consciousness. Newly risen from the dead. Marc took the Ankh of Khonshu, the Ivory Boomerang, and the Scarab throwing knives and headed into the desert. Coming upon Raul’s encampment The Fist of Khonshu dispensed the Moon God’s vengeance. Laying waste to the camp with only Frenchie and Marlene left alive and Raul escaping.

Finally having found a true purpose in life, Marc, under the guidance of Khonshu used the considerable money he had saved up as a mercenary to found SpectorCorp. A venture capital investment firm that focused primarily on new innovative and experimental technologies. Several of those small start up companies that Marc invested in were quickly gobbled up by the likes of Stark, Hammer, and others adding to Marc’s every growing wealth. Though Marc was also using those tech startups for other purposes. Namely building the Moon Knight armory with the new experimental technologies.

Over the last month or so Marc has begun venturing out in the night, bringing Khonshu’s vengeance to those who would prey on the “travelers in the night.” Leaving a swath of broken criminals in his wake.

Player Name- Bry
Age A lot
How Can We Contact- Skype Brytheold
Time Zone- Central
How did you find us? I use Bing like a rebel
Other Characters- Forge and others

Role Play Sample-

“Told him I don't wear white to hide myself. I wear it so they'll see me coming. So they'll know who it is. Cause when they see the white, it doesn't matter how good a target I am. Their hands shake so bad, they couldn't hit the moon.”

“You wear white because in my time it stood for purity and omnipotence. White clothes were coveted above all other and mostly worn by Priests of the Gods. It is also a heraldic color.”

For a moment, Moon Knight cast a sideways look, as if eyeing someone who had just disagreed with his opinion while giving consideration to the point they had just made. Did he really wear white because in the ancient days of Khonshu white was a sacred color and its clothing worn by priests of Khonshu.

“Nah. It scares the fuck outta these assholes.”

With a leap, Moon Knight leapt from the tenth story ledge. Letting himself plummet to the ground like a rock cast from the heavens. Unfurling his cloak at the last moment to slow his descent just enough to prevent his legs from shattering on impact. Though it was not his leg that shattered.

A foul crack sounded followed by a howl in pain. The drug dealer beneath Moon Knight’s feet clutched at his now shattered shoulder blade. The other four stumbled back with a start. Reaching for the guns tucked into their waist bands. Amateur mistake. Every soldier knew, always use a holster. Simply shoving it in your waistband risked it slipping down your pant leg.

The fate of the forth guy, his fat hands fumbled his weapon which slipped down his pant leg. Fourth only because Moon Knight would save him for last. His truncheon, white in color like everything else he used, snapped out. Smashing a tall Latino man just a hair width below the right eyeball. Marc hated teardrop tattoos and would most always bash that tattoo with whatever he had in hand at the time.

A heavy booted foot caught the next man, a white guy with dreadlocks, to the inside the right knee. Snapping it out of place, the man tumbling to towards the ground. Except he never made it to the ground. Marc’s free hand got a handful of dreadlock. Yanking the man straight up and spinning him around.

The third man was not as inept. He had managed to get his gun from his waistband raised and fired. Typical for these gang affiliated youth the man held the gun sideways and pulled the trigger. Marc felt the breeze from the bullet zip past his chin. Not the first one, won’t be the last one. With a hard torque on dreadlock, Marc hurled the man towards the gunman’s leg. He did what they always do. Attempted to leapfrog the man tossed at him. Marc simply spun on this heel and roundhouse kicked the man in the temple. Spinning him like a top in the air.

Fat finger had his hand down his pants. Clawing for that weapon that had slid down the pant leg. “Here.” Moon Knight growled as he reached down and gripped the bulge near the inside of the man’s knee. Finding the trigger wasn’t hard. Moon Knight squeezed and held the trigger, the machine pistol chewing through the man’s calf and foot like the guy had probably chewed through the Philly Cheese Steak sandwich that was smeared on his shirt. The man howled and Moon Knight turned back to Dreadlock.

“Blingdog, sells Kick to school kids. Where can I find him?” Marc said rolling one of those long dreadlocks around his cestus covered fist and yanking it off. “I got all night.”

“Yo man, you ain’t gonna stop the kick. So knowin where Blingdog be at don’t matter.”

Marc yanked another dreadlock from the man’s head. “Probably, but his street name pisses me off.”
Feb 28 2018, 02:22 PM

Brother Voodoo

Celebrity Claim-Michael James Shaw

Full Name- Jericho Drumm
Nicknames/Aliases- Voodoo, Gunner of God, Lord of the Loa
Age- 35
Date of Birth- Oct 31
Faction- Unaffiliated
Occupation- Psychologist and Houngan Supreme

Personality- If you could explain Jericho Drumm in one word, it would be devout. He is totally committed to his belief and any cause he sets his heart and mind to. He has an unwavering commitment and strength of will, rivaled only by his compassion and caring nature.

Jericho has a clinical mind, one of curiosity and sharp intellect. An intellect that he uses to great effect with both his Voodoo magic and practice as a psychology. Jericho also has a tendency to have a bit of a forceful and foreboding personality that can come across as a bit arrogant though it is not intended to be arrogant. Timid is not in his nature and with the stereotypes surrounding Voodoo, Jericho can be very scary when he chooses to be.

When in a fight, Jericho can be rather aggressive. Unlike Doctor Strange who is more balanced in nature between offense and defense, Brother Voodoo leans more towards the offensive side of magic than he does defensive. He hits hard and unrelenting. This is mainly from Voodoo itself being a more aggressive and darker toned magic. Even the “white” voodoo that Jericho practices.

  • Psychology
  • Voodoo
  • Reading
  • Debating Metaphysics with his brother
  • Haitian food

  • Malevolent entities
  • Injustice
  • Black Magic
  • Failure
  • Loss

  • Potion brewing
  • Psychology
  • Thinking quickly

  • Item Enchantments
  • Relying on others not his brother
  • Being overly forceful in personality

Power Name- Voodoo Magic
Description- Brother Voodoo is a very skilled practitioner of Voodoo Magic. He is what is known as the Houngan Supreme. Houngan is the Voodoo term for a male priest and Jericho is the highest ranking Houngan, making him the Houngan Supreme and a potential candidate for Sorcerer Supreme. Even though Jericho is skilled with manipulating the inter and extra dimensional energies known as magic, he is still a baseline human.

As the Houngan Supreme, Jericho is the Lord of the Loa (Voodoo Spirits) and through this connection with the Loa, Jericho is able to cast a variety of magical spells and rituals, but only if the Loa agree with the action being taken and the proper cost is paid. (See Limits)

Jericho’s “School” of Voodoo magic is a “white” or more benevolent form of Voodoo than the stereotypical “Black” or malevolent school of Voodoo. Jericho, as the Houngan Supreme, has knowledge of “Black” Voodoo magic but does not practice such things as that school is in 180 degree opposition to his nature and ethos.

Voodoo Prayer Magic The Voodoo tradition is a magic tradition that is reliant on making prayers to the Voodoo spirits known as Loa. Should the Loa agree with the prayer, Brother Voodoo is able to manipulate the mystical energies to create a wide variety of effects. Many of these effects are able to be cast quickly in a combat situation. Others take longer to cast. These spells require Brother Voodoo to maintain focus and control. The more distracted he is or the faster he has to work, the lesser the degree of spellcraft he can weave into the prayer which results in a weakened effect.

Blasts By praying to the Loa, Brother Voodoo is able to manipulate mystical energies to create a powerful blast of mystical energy. This blast strikes with up to 50 tons of force at a range of 50 yards. The blast generally manifests as a lavender bolt that shoots from Brother Voodoo’s hand or his staff if he chooses to direct it through his artifact. This prayer is a quick spell achieved by mentally calling on a Loa attributed with war. However with added focus and concentration, Voodoo can alter the effect to add and elemental quality, heat, cold, lightning, etc. by invoking the proper Loa attributed to that element.

shields Similarly to the blasts, Brother Voodoo can call on the Loa attributed to protection and manipulate the mystical energies to form a personal shield or a dome like shell over a group of people no larger that 5 people. This protective spell can withstand the force of a high end artillery shell given Brother Voodoo has ample focus. Like the blasts, this is a mental summoning to that specific Loa to come to Jericho’s protection.

Voodoo Prayer Rituals Voodoo prayer rituals are more powerful spells that require time to cast and cost a great deal of resource and energy from the caster. These rituals require precision work, resources and energy to complete and some of these rituals are incredibly impractical in a combat or hasted situation. Others are not as impractical though are not simple and fast rituals that can be quickly cast. The rituals that are able to be cast in a combat scenario or below.

By performing the precise prayer and offering the precise components Jericho is able to complete a wide variety of ritualistic spells from necromantic control of zombies to the removal of curses and communing with the dead to name a few. These particular spells are powerful in nature and are the real source of the Houngan’s true power.

Limited Pyrokinetics By calling on the Loa of flame, Jericho is able to manipulate natural fire as a pyrokinetic would. Causing the flame from a torch to leap at the enemy, roll into a ball that he can hurl at someone, or spread faster by burning hotter among other effects. He can expand the heat of a flame to a temperature high enough to soften steel and eventually melt it. He can also reduce the heat to that of a match, but cannot extinguish. Though this does take time and focus to amplify the heat of an existing source of flame. Jericho cannot create flame from nothing, and can only make more flame by spreading the fire to other flammable things. There must be an existing source, though once a source is available he can control it. This particular prayer is also able to render Jericho highly resistant and with enough preparation and focus immune to flame and heat.

This is not like the mystical blasts or shielding. He cannot cast the spell mentally. Jericho must verbally utter the prayer to summon the Loa of fire before he can manipulate the flame in any manner. This allows those who can hear him to know that he is praying for control of the flame, allowing them an opportunity to thwart his prayer or prevent him from speaking or completing the prayer. Once his prayer is granted he has control over the flame.

Plant/Animal Control A prayer uttered to the Loa of nature allows Jericho to command plant and animal life. Willing vines to entangle a foe, animals to calm or attack, tree branches to swipe at an enemy. The plant or animal life must be within a mile radius of Jericho and cannot travel faster than they are capable of. The animal and plant life do not gain any enhancements to their capacity or strength. Jericho can also communicate with plants and animals as well.

Just like the Limited Pyrokinesis. This is a ritual prayer that Jericho must utter verbally. Making those that can hear him aware of what he is preparing to do as he speaks the prayer. Allowing for time to interfere with the prayer and prevent its completion. Once he finishes the prayer and the request is granted by the Loa, Jericho can manipulate the effect.

The spirit of Daniel Drumm Always accompanying Jericho is the spirit of his brother Daniel who is magically bonded to Jericho’s own soul. Daniel serves as an advisor on all things supernatural. Due to their mystical bond, Daniel can merge himself with the soul of his brother Jericho. This serves as a means to enchant Jericho and bolster his personal strength and durability. Raising him from base athletic human who can lift 250 lbs to doubling it to 500 lbs.

When not enchanting Jericho, Daniel is very visible to everyone, and appears as a green tinted ethereal spirit that floats around of his own free will. Daniel is typically at Jericho’s side. Daniel cannot affect objects. He is a visible, but incorporeal spirit. Passing through objects does not adversely affect the object in anyway.

Being an incorporeal spirit, Daniel can also enter other humans and take possession. Virtually enslaving that person while their body is controlled by Daniel himself. **This ability will never be used on a Player controlled character or NPC without discussing it beforehand with that Player. Daniel’s primary use is as advisor to the Houngan Supreme and to enchant Jericho’s physique.**

Limits- The greatest limit to the Voodoo mystical arts is the prayer to the Loa. Should Jericho act in a way that is counter to his nature or to the will of the Loa, the prayer would not be granted and the spell would fail. Going against his nature also risks coming into favor of the more malevolent Loa such as Baron Samedi, the Loa of Death. Voodoo, culturally speaking, has a more dark or black magic perception to it and much of Voodoo can be and is dark and black in nature. However Jericho’s Voodoo is of an class of order or white magic. Acting in an malignant or evil manner can cause Jericho a host of problems.

His spell work also requires focus and inner strength. Should Jericho become distracted or exhausted his spells would begin to lose potency. The more Jericho casts the more he risks exhaustion as spellcraft of any kind requires wells of inner strength to actively manipulate the mystical energies. This focus and strength of will also impacts his magical blasts and shields. Though his blast can hit at 50 tons of force, it takes a great deal of focus and time to weave the magical energies needed. The same is true for his shields. This takes time as well. Also, his shields can guard against light and sound based attacks though he has to be aware he needs that guarded against and loses the ability to see out of the shield or to hear outside of it as well.

Like all magic, there is also the cost of ending up owing higher beings favors that may not align with what is best for the world. These beings for Jericho are the Loa who can be quite ornery and manipulative if they decide they want something in particular. Jericho can also catch the attention of other higher beings as well. Magic is balance at its center, getting out of balance can be detrimental for more than just Jericho.

Jericho is still very human. He bleeds as easily as any other and can die from mortal wounds like any other. He is as susceptible to injury and disease as any other human who is in exceptionally great athletic condition.

Like all other Sorcerer’s Jericho is limited to his own School of Magic. All of his spell craft is voodoo in nature. Jericho cannot access the spells that are not granted by the Loa themselves. He may achieve a similar effect, but it is always Voodoo in nature. Should anything sever his access the Loa or dethrone him as the Houngan Supreme then Jericho would lose a vast majority of his magical prowess.

Jericho’s limited pyrokinesis is limited to expanding natural flame. He cannot create fire based constructs and he cannot create a source of fire outside of striking his zippo lighter. Things do not spontaneously combust.

Skills & Abilities- Jericho has a doctorate in Counseling Psychology and is a practicing Psychologist maintaining a few free clinics throughout Louisiana and in New York City. Jericho is also a skilled hand to hand combatant trained in a form of Haitian Stick fighting known as Calinda.

Jericho is also highly skilled at brewing potions and tinctures and maintains a vast library of recipes for the crafting of these brews. He is a sort of Gordon Ramsey, Master Chef, when it comes to potions and tinctures.

Height- 6’0
Weight- 220 lbs
Eye Colour- Brown or green when casting magic.
Hair Colour- Black with a white streak.

Appearance- Jericho Drumm has a very intense natural gaze. His gaze can be unsettling at times, as if he is staring directly into your very soul. It can be even more unsettling if he applies a mystical effect for aesthetic purposes. Though the look in his eyes is not creepy, but rather just intense and focused.

As the Houngan Supreme, Brother Voodoo wears a matte black uniform with stylized white colored skeletal bones up the legs. The torso is a V shaped Voodoo symbol with a horizontal line through it that matches the brand that sits in the middle of his forehead. Jericho masks the brand in his forehead when he is not dressed as the Houngan Supreme. Jericho also wears a vibrant blood red colored cape and a sash at his waist that has 3 small demonic Imp skulls attached to it.

When not the Houngan Supreme, Jericho’s dress is anywhere from everyday casual to suit and tie depending on what he is doing and if he is seeing patients in his free clinic. He uses illusion magic to hide the brand in the middle of his forehead when out of uniform.


Staff of Legba A powerful magical staff and Brother Voodoo's main weapon of choice. Voodoo can channel his magic through this staff as opposed to his hands. This staff is a mystical weapon gifted to the reigning Houngan Supreme from the Loa named Legba, the old ancient Loa who guards the crossroads. Instead of using a sling ring to open wormholes, Jericho uses the Staff of Legba to teleport around the world. The teleportation spell is accompanied by the sound of voodoo drums and copious amounts of smoke.

The staff is adorned with three voodoo shrunken heads of a mystical nature. The eyes and mouths of these heads are sewn shut, though they always give off an eerie sensation that they are watching and observing everyone in the room. Leaving a creepy, foreboding sensation. The shrunken heads main gift is uttering the Language of Null. A mystical language that causes pain to malevolent inter or extraplanar entities such as Dormammu.

The staff also possesses the ability to block or bat away mystical blast attacks. Though is entirely dependent on Jericho’s ability to react in time to block the attack with the staff. It is much more effective for him to cast a shield than it is to swing the staff like a bat.

The staff is also incredibly durable. Made from the enchanted wood of an already mystically important tree and had the durability of a staff that is titanium and steel alloy without the overbearing weight as the staff has the weight of a typical oaken staff.

Magical Supplies Jericho maintains a wide variety of spell components. Such as herbs, powders and other items. These are used for brewing potions and tinctures. He also has the items needed for performing rituals such as skulls, candles, wax, chalk, and a zippo lighter.

Additional Information- Jericho is multilingual. Speaking French and his native tongue French Creole.

Jericho’s primary subject of research in the field of Psychology is the mental effect powers have on teens and adolescents.

Jericho operates several mental health free clinics in Louisiana and New York City. Providing free and cost reduced mental health services.

Hometown- Born in Port-au-Prince Haiti. Grew up in New Orleans.
Immediate Family- Daniel Drumm - Brother deceased. Johane Drumm - Father deceased Marlissa Drumm Mother deceased
Others- Stephen Strange - friend and colleague. Josie - Friend and colleague. Costa Neri - Friend and Colleague. Damballah and his Snake Cult - Enemies for having killed his brother Daniel

History- Jericho and his twin brother Daniel were born and grew up in Port-au-Prince Haiti to an impoverished family. The Drumm’s made their living on a small farm and barely managed to get by. However, the local Houngan Papa Jambo noticed that both Daniel and Jericho had magical aptitude especially in the Voodoo traditions. A deal was struck. Daniel would study to become Papa Jambo’s apprentice and successor and Jericho would go to the States to college.

Jericho turned out to be a very driven and successful student. Taking to the study of Psychology and throwing every ounce of himself into this studies. Living in New Orleans and very rarely ever returning to Haiti. His time in New Orleans and his study and exposure to the cultures served to Westernize Jericho and causing him to lose the Haitian accent that was once very pronounced. Jericho was bound and determined to live a better life than his family had to live as impoverished farmers and because of this drive Jericho fell out of touch with his family.

A few years ago, word came that his twin brother was gravely ill and dying. Jericho returned to his native Haiti after 12 years of education and practice as an accredited psychologist and discovered that his twin brother, Daniel Drumm, the local houngan, was in fact dying. Daniel had been a victim of a voodoo sorcerer who claimed to be possessed by the spirit of the serpent-god Damballah. Just before he died, Daniel made his brother vow to visit Daniel's mentor, Papa Jambo. Jericho does, and becomes Jambo's student. After studying under the aged houngan for several months, Jericho gained a greater mastery of the voodoo arts. Exceling faster than his own brother had. Mostly due to his studious mind and precise focus.

Though Papa Jambo was nearing the end of his own life and needed to ensure that Voodoo had a proper Houngan. So with the help of Papa Jambo, Jericho performed a rite that summoned Daniel's spirit from the dead and tethered it to his own soul. Having fashioned a worthy successor, Papa Jambo dies.

Taking the name "Brother Voodoo", Jericho challenged the priest, who went by the same name as the Voodoo God Damballah, and his Snake Cult. With the help of his brothers spirit, Jericho was able to fight Damballah and remove his artifact of power, causing Damballah's snakes to turn on him and evidently destroy the cult. Brother Voodoo became Voodoo’s Houngan Supreme and champion. Though Haiti was no longer Jericho’s home. So Jericho returned to New Orleans and established a series of Free Mental Health Clinics and took up residency in a sprawling Mansion that had always been a focal point for New Orleans own Voodoo community.

Brother Voodoo soon encountered the scientist who used the name of another Loa, Baron Samedi who used artificially created zombies to attack New Orleans. Once again with the help of Daniel, Jericho was able to fight off the Zombies, Baron Samedi, and the Black Voodoo Sorcerer Dramabu. It was this fight that captured the attention of Doctor Stephen Strange and began a friendship in the mystical side of the struggle between good and evil. After meeting and joining up with Doctor Strange, Jericho expanded his Free Clinics to New York City as a way to further explain his regular appearances in the city. And continues to fight the forces of evil as Brother Voodoo. Houngan Supreme and the Gunner of the Gods.

Player Name- Bry
Age Timeless
How Can We Contact- Pony Express or Skype under Brytheold
Time Zone- Central
How did you find us? Dragged kicking and screaming
Other Characters- I’ll just link the Who’s Who

Role Play Sample-

”Dis make no sense to me bruddah.” The whispy ghost of Daniel Drumm floated slightly about the recliner he was sitting his. His brother, Jericho, sat at an wooden desk. Papers and books strewn all about. “What makes no sense Daniel?” Jericho asked, not bothering to glance up from the tome he was engrossed in. A hand passively waved and the page turned with gentle ease.

”Dis Gandolf wizard. He needs ta get dat ring inta da fiyahs of Mount Doom. He can summon to him great eagles… Why does he not just fly ova da volcano and drop da ring down it?” Daniel’s green whispy head turned to look at his brother. Jericho glanced up with a most baffled look on his face. “That would not make for a very compelling story now would it.” He simply said, shaking his head a bit and returning to his book.

”No I sahppose not, but it is what I would have done. But not what you would have done.” Daniel smirked a bit and turned his attention back to the television. Carelessly floating about the recliner and we watched Gandolf and crew running through the mines of Moria. “And just what would I have done?” Jericho asked which only caused his ghostly brother to snort before replying.

Da gunna of God would have climbed to the top of dat tower. Poked Sauron in dat big eye outta spite, and den you would have tossed da ring into the da fiyahs of Mount Doom.” Daniel snorted again and shook his head, grinning a bit. ”You are not like da lightning. Bruddah Voodoo finds da path of most resistance. Dis is why you find yaself in dah most precarious situations.”

Jericho Drumm simply grinned and nodded. Daniel was correct after all. “It is also why I have more fun than you do.”

Dec 6 2017, 08:58 AM
There will be thrills, and spills, and acts of death defying Bravery! What I need to know is how many X-Men would like to go on this mission so i can plan accordingly. You probably need specifics, but here is the jist.

They will be using the xjet to intercept a plane over the Atlantic, board it and deal with what's inside. Think that Harrison Ford Air Force One movie where the elite soldiers repel from one plane to the next.
Sep 30 2017, 11:03 PM

Seamus Mellencamp

Celebrity Claim-Adewale Akinnuoye-agbaje

Full Name- Seamus Mellencamp
Nicknames/Aliases- Noble Knight
Age- 25
Date of Birth- 5th of November
Faction- Brotherhood
Occupation- Freedom Fighter

Personality- Seamus is a very noble and kind hearted man, despite the hardship he has endured throughout a majority of his life. As a matter of fact, it is because of that hardship that Seamus is so noble and kind towards his own kind. Seamus works on a strict moral code. He does not like to fight his own kind, but will not hesitate to end a human who disrespects any mutant for any reason.

Seamus keeps himself calm, reserved, and polite at all times, even going so far as to warn his enemies before choosing to fight him. When entering battle, his personality changes. He becomes a vicious animal of a man, while retaining his intelligence- this makes him a very deadly foe combining raw animal savagery, and a human's thinking. This aspect of his personality is also a product of his savage upbringing. Seamus is like night and day. Going from a calm and tempered soul, to a vicious and angry man with a hugely explosive temper.

  • Sweets
  • Books
  • Granny Smith Apples
  • More Sweets
  • Liberating those being persecuted.
  • Oppression
  • Bitter things
  • Bigotry
  • Mutant on Mutant violence
  • Pungent and rotten odors
  • Cunning
  • Very well read
  • Determined
  • Mountains of anger
  • Highly volatile and explosive
  • overly trusting of his own kind

Power Name- Reptilian Skin
Description- Seamus has an incredibly dense reptilian skin. His skin resists attacks from bladed weapons. It is bullet proof against all bullets that are less that armor piercing rounds. It also is blunt force impact resistant.

Limits- Extremely strong, dense bladed weapons such as adamantium, and super dense carbon like polymer weapons are capable of penetrating Seamus’s skin. His skin is susceptible to armor piercing rounds and other rounds fired at incredibly high velocity. Blunt force blows struck with above peak human strength at felt normally and unable to be shrugged off. Seamus is also just as susceptible as anyone else when it comes to elemental attacks such as fire and electricity.

Power Name- Heightened Strength, Agility, and Endurance
Description- Seamus’s dense musculature and reptilian like make up has provided him with exceedingly high strength. The upper limit to Seamus’s strength that can be moved with relative ease is 5 tons. Weight exceeding 5 tons starts to become incredibly difficult to lift, move, throw, etc incredibly quickly. Leaving his max, if he fully exerts himself and risking injury to his muscles, at 5 and a half tons.

Because of his heightened strength, Seamus has quickened reflexes. His powerful muscles able to accelerate him quickly and well above peak human conditioning. He is able to run at a speed of 35 MPH or roughly 5 MPH faster than Usain Bolt.

Also because of his strength and musculature, Seamus has heightened endurance. Able to work continuously and tirelessly for a full 24 hours before being required to stop and sleep for a full 8 hours. This is due to the reduction in fatigue toxins and the sheer quantity of muscle mass that he has.

Limits- Weight exceeding 5 tons starts to have detrimental affect on his muscles causing tears in the muscle and dislocations from the bone. 5 ton is the upper limit to what he can handle or be hit with safely.

Seamus’s reflexes are not quick enough to be considered superhuman reflexes, though they are slightly above what would be considered peak. This allows him to dodge some attacks, though he has to be aware of the attack. He does not have any kind of heightened awareness that allows him to dodge the unseen or unexpected attack.

In regards to his endurance. Once Seamus reaches his limit as far as stamina goes he begins to tire at an exponential rate until his body just stops and he sort of crashes into a deep slumber that can last longer than the required 8 hours of sleep, generally this deep slumber lasts 12 to 18 hours due to the extreme exertion he had just went through. As long as Seamus stops at the 24 hour mark and goes to sleep he will not succumb to this kind of extreme sleep.

Power Name- Heightened Senses
Description- Seamus has heightened senses for hearing sounds, smelling scents, and detecting temperatures in the air. His sense of hearing is fine enough that he can hear heart beats and distinguish them from other heart beats in a range up to 100 yards. His eyesight is sharp enough to read newspaper print clearly at up to 100 yards. He is also able to see perfectly in very dim light cast by a single candle. He is also able to see in relatively blinding light, as well as underwater. His sense of touch is acute enough that he can detect minute temperature changes as low as a 2 degree difference. His sense of taste is the most finely tuned sense and allows him to distinguish individual ingredients. Seamus’s taste buds are hyperactive which has led to a sweet tooth of mythical proportions.

Limits- Because his senses are heightened, Seamus can become susceptible to sensory overload. Loud sounds, bright lights, overly abrasive sensations have a harmful or overly distracting effect. Bitter tastes and pungent odors are overly repugnant for Seamus and can drive him back. Similarly, his sweet tooth is incredibly compulsive leading to strong sweet smells being equally as distracting.

Power Name- Life Force draining Immunity
Description- Seamus is immune to effects like Rogue and Senyaka that drain the life force.

Limits- In Rogue’s case, the aspects of her ability that work in tandem with the life force still work, such as gaining the ability and memories from Seamus. However the negative effect of the lose of life force does not occur.

Skills & Abilities- Seamus has an animalistic cunning and intellect that he puts to use when in a combat situation. Even when enraged and explosive with his violent anger, he is clear headed which makes him a uniquely dangerous opponent as he doesn’t lose himself in a beserker kind of rage.

Seamus is incredibly literate and has a massive appetite for reading. His voracious consumption of reading material has given him a wide range of knowledge across a vast many fields. While he is no expert in any one subject, he does have conversational intellect on a large variety of fields from the sciences, history, politics, literature, etc.

Height- 7’ 5in
Weight- 422 lbs
Eye Colour- Mellencamp has heterochromia; his left eye is red, and his right eye is silver.
Hair Colour- Green Reptilian scales

Appearance- Mellencamp has a body that is reptilian in physical appearance with slitted eyes, emerald scales, razor sharp teeth and claws, and a large physical build. His heterochromia gives him a red left eye and a silver right eye. Both colors are bright and very distinguishable. Having not an ounce of fat, Seamus's physique has an incredible muscle definition.

As far as clothing is concerned. Seamus wears a long leather trench coat and leather pants. He is rarely ever in anything other than this. Although, not an article of clothing, Seamus always, has a bag of Jolly Ranchers in his pocket and a few in his hands. He is never without something sweet somewhere on his person and it is generally always Jolly Ranchers.

Gear- Seamus carries no gear

Additional Information- Mental health professionals would diagnose Seamus as having Intermittent Explosive Disorder. While he is generally always calm and overly polite, the slightest provocation can throw him into a sudden, yet controlled rage where he becomes fixated on destroying what has provoked him. Seamus does not fight to defeat his opponent, he fights to end his opponent entirely.

For Seamus, mutant on mutant violence is heartbreaking. He detests the very idea of his own kind fighting among themselves. Feeling that they are too few to be fighting themselves. As for humans, they are like the bug on the wall. As long as they leave Seamus alone he will not care, but if they get in his way or irritate him he will not hesitate to smash them. He is an isolationist in his politics. Seamus wants a mutant state that the world leaves alone. If the world cannot leave it alone then he will destroy them until they learn their place.

Hometown- Hammer Bay on the Island of Genosha
Immediate Family- John C Mellencamp (Father - deceased) Sarah Mellencamp (Mother - Deceased)
Others- None

History- Life on the tropical island nation of Genosha was perfect for Seamus growing up. Playing on the beach, swimming in the ocean, helping his loving mother and father in their family owned grocery store. The Mellencamps enjoyed a wonderful life. Owning their own chain of grocery stores. His father sitting on the city council as an alderman for the city of Hammerbay, his eye on becoming Mayor and then President. His mother the school librarian, instilling in Seamus a love for reading and knowledge.

Though all that changed when Seamus started to manifest his mutation. At the age of 13 what was thought to be a sever case of psoriasis turned out to be the beginnings of Seamus’s mutation. By the age of 14 Seamus had turned into a large reptilian boy, and the Mellencamps were ashamed of the flawed genetics that had cursed their family.

Seamus was one of the first in a fast uptick in mutant cases on the island. Previously there had only been a few, but now it seemed to be spreading like an epidemic. The Island nation nationalized the media to keep it quiet, and began a program to round up all of the mutants that had begun to manifest. Quietly reaching out to governments like the United States, and companies like Trask that may be able to help them deal with the scourge that seemed to be afflicting their people. Soon enough a solution was found. The mutants of Genosha were thrust into indentured servitude. Trask Industries would use Genosha as a testing ground for its anti-mutant technologies and the mutants of Genosha would be forced to “earn their keep.”
Seamus was given back to the Mellencamps as their own slave, where he was promptly locked away in the cellar to their large upscale home. Each day he was dragged out and sent to the mines or other construction sites that could use his strength and each night he was set upon by his angry father and his energy whip, or his mother and her angry sharpened tongue. The Mellencamps keeping Seamus restrained with Trask technology, leaving him only with books to pass the time. Only for the cycle to repeat itself the next day. Taken to work, lashed to work harder, taken home, lashed because he existed, whatever book his mother had grabbed from school thrown at him, eat, sleep, repeat.

Seamus cannot tell you how long this went on. He lost track of the years as they turned into a decade. Though all he knows is that Hammerbay, with the help of Trask, grew large and strong on the backs of mutants like himself. All the while the Island Nation took steps to hide their dirty little secret and the vile agreement they had with Trask and other countries. Genosha had become and open air laboratory for mutant suppression technologies, and Seamus had been forced to build the very buildings, and mine the various ores that made it all possible.

Quietly Seamus seethed, though he endured. Taking solace in the works of Shakespeare, Hemingway, and Tolstoy. Solace in philosophies and sciences. Anything and everything he could get his hands on. Though the words and writing of Che Guevara drove him to his ultimate choice. Liberation for himself and his people by any means necessary. So quietly, Seamus bided his time and waited for the moment to come. When it did, he made his move and escaped Genosha. Stowing away on a cargo ship and made his way to America. The media capital of the world with its inalienable rights and its welcoming of the huddled masses. Or at least that was the concept he had been given from the things he had been able to read. Sadly what Seamus found was a nation dangerously close to heading down the path that Genosha had already gone down.

Player Name- Bry
Age 2 score
How Can We Contact- PM Skype - Brytheold
Time Zone- Central
How did you find us? Fortune cookie
Other Characters- Forge and others

Role Play Sample-
“I must say Sarah, your house is as lovely as ever. I am most surprised by how you keep your mutant quiet.” Thomas Latholm was a round a portly man. Always dressed in a suit no matter where he went. Such attire was befitting the Mayor of Hammerbay, at least in Thomas’s mind.

“Indeed. Most of them with unnatural strength are generally quite atrocious with the ruckus they cause every waking moment. Though, it is a mixed blessing I suppose, what with my brothers sound proofing business.” Dinah Latholm was a thin woman, as far as looks are concerned she married down when she married her plain looking portly husband. Though Dinah married for two reasons, status and Thomas’s family did not have a history of the mutant plague. None that they knew of at least.

“He’s learned his place.” John Mellencamp. Alderman of the fifth ward poured out the wine from the reserve. Earlier that day he had went down to the cellar, gave Seamus forty lashing just because and retrieved the bottle. “Get’em young and raise’em right.” He was overtly confident in his ability to control a mutant, though John Mellencamp was confident about a lot of things.

“Stick a book in front of him and he shuts up.” Sarah said, taking a sip from her glass and offering a pleasant smile. “And he’s restrained so he can barely move, which keeps him just as quiet.” One could not tell that she was speaking of her own son by the flippant and callous tone to her voice.

“What are you using to restrain him with, if I may ask?” Thomas was interested in the methods the citizens used to maintain control over their stock. Perhaps one of them would be a viable way to control his garish and opportunistic wife. Thank God the President was married, otherwise he would likely find himself single, though that would not be a terrible thing really.

“The series 7 opposing force restraint.” John said as he continued to pass out the wine goblets before fetching the artisan cheese platter. He particularly like the Pepper Jack. It did not pair well, but it was pepper jack so he really did not care much.

“The series 7. That two generations old. My word… Wasn’t that the series that was discontinued because of the design flaw?” Dinah said as she accepted the wine goblet and eyed the cheese platter with a snobbish glare. Though John merely shook his head.

“One unit had a flaw, as I remember. A particularly strong and agile beast was able to apply force in all directions that caused a cascade failure. It was never determined to be a widespread failing, and our mutant is not smart enough to know what omni-directional force is.” John scoffed, tossing a cube of pepper jack into his mouth and chuckling at the thought.

Below the sitting room, Seamus tilted his head. A silver colored eye squinting in the darkness as he closed the book he was reading. He quite enjoyed the Harry Potter series. He had read it dozens of times, though the conversation above him had caught his attention. Sitting the book aside, Seamus braced himself, took a deep breathe and began to expand. Pushing out in as many directions as he possibly could with as much force as he possibly could. Cranking his head against the restraint. Forcing his massive maw open as wide as he could. An arm pushing out, the other pulling in. His body twisting at the torso, his legs stretching out or pulling close. Like an undulating dance done by a possessed voodoo priestess Seamus oscillated his positions with all the strength he could muster. His anger rising like the super volcano below Yellowstone.

A spark played across his fingers as he stretched them out, and then he heard it. The faint cascading click and frizzing of micro circuits as the restraint careened into cascade failure. One by one they plopped off, leaving Seamus standing at his full height. A grin playing across his lips before twisting into furious anger.

Quietly he moved to the stairs. Using his long arms to pull himself up so he would not have to step on the creaking boards of the staircase. Long sharp fingernails slowly began slip the pins from the door hinges. One, two, three of those pins came out and Seamus quietly slipped into the kitchen. Pausing only long enough to grab and devour a couple of the Granny Smith apples that sat in the bowl. The laughter from the other room setting him back on his task as he crept to the edge of the door, just out of sight. Waiting for another burst of distraction laughter before exploding from his hiding spot.

The laughter turned to gasps as Seamus sped in. Thomas Latham’s head burst like a melon as Seamus gripped it and squeezed. Dinah opened her mouth to scream only to have her bottom jaw grabbed. The middle of ring finger on Seamus’s scaly, clawed hand digging deep down her throat before he gave a fast hard yank. Sarah Mellencamp was stifled by the jaw of her friend hitting her in the face hard enough to daze and confuse. John was severed at the joint. Every joint. With slow twists and pulls.

Sarah, dazed by having her bell rung stumbled about. Turning like a drunk ballerina. She lost her footing as Seamus grabbed her long black hair and proceeded to drag her outside. Kicking and screaming, her opulent heels falling off as she struggled. Her fingernails digging into the floorboards and door frame as Seamus took her out into the street in front of their house and lifted her from the ground by the throat.

Reaching down, Seamus pulled the hosiery from her foot. “Dobby hass a ssock,” Seamus said as he showed her the hosiery, “Masster threw it, and Dobby caught it, and Dobby -- Dobby iz free.” Seamus knelt down and laid Sarah flat on the ground, as if he was going to let her go. His red eye and the silver one locking onto her. “As a toddler I would pretend I was an airplane. And you would say from the porch. Fly Seamus, Fly!” His grip tightened. “Fly mother, fly!” His muscles flexed and with violent suddenness, Sarah Mellencamp went from laying prone on the ground to soaring straight up into the air. As high as all of Seamus’s considerable strength could throw her.

Seamus, and that bowl of Granny Smith Apples, was gone by the time his mother plunked off the roof of the neighbors house. A few days later he was nestled in the hold of a cargo ship destined for America and its promise of freedom and self determination.
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