I'm new to RolePlayGateway, but I have been Rping for a good three or four years now and I love to write. So I felt like making a new Rp. Here we go...

Story:
Blasted Haven, New York, as the name might suggest, has had one of the highest levels of crime in America since the Pirate Lord Rynal and his crew made it their head quarters in 1843. When Rynal's encampment was sieged and bombarded to the ground, Blasted Haven, New York was created. While some historians question if Rynal died amongst the others, I suppose that is hardly of relevance.

Today, Blasted Haven houses a large number of vigilantes, however the crime rate continues to soar. By the books, becoming a "superhero" is very much against the law, however most of the B.H.P.D. realizes they are overwhelmed and will turn a blind eye towards vigilante activity.

A lot of young or beginning heroes will visit a mysterious inventor colloquially known as The Professor, who has been turning good hearted men and women into adequately equipped crime fighters since the 80's. Despite his earnest efforts, there is still a large number of villains in power. Lets take a look at them now.

Known Villains in Power:

The Golden Mole:
The Golden Mole, unlike his name doesn't burrow into the earth or have a difficult time seeing. The only thing about him that is underground is his business. The Golden Mole, aside from extortion and running several gambling rings, is known for trafficking a drug known as Z235, but referred to as the mole serum. Why, you ask? Well Z235 enhances the users speed, strength, endurance, and durability for a brief to a long period of time, depending on the potency of that particular dose. Now, everyday lawbreakers are becoming supremely endowed perpetrators. In other words, Z235 has a way of making a mountain out of a Mole Hill. It is for this reason that Z235 users and addicts are referred to as moles. Side effects of the drug include a decreasing of the immune system, depletion of antibodies, and atrophy of the muscles (when the drug isn't being implemented). Granted not all moles work for The Golden Mole, and it is in fact believed that his personal henchmen are forbidden from using the drug. At this point the FBI only has suspicions of who the Golden Mole could be. Rewards for any information concerning Z235 trafficking range in from 1,000 to 10,000 dollars to be paid upon after the lead is investigated and verified as true.

The Pride:
The Pride isn't actually one villain, but a conglomerate of dangerous thieves and treasure hunters. The most infamous being:
The Lion:
The Lion possesses enhanced speed, strength, and endurance which is given him from an unknown source, but not verifiable as Z235. He wears a mane, that he supposedly tore from a lion himself. Along with a trademark set of Pride Claws, which are about an inch long, are razor sharp, and can be contracted via a switches on the wrists, he wears a protective body suit that allows him premium mobility.
The Cheetah:
The Cheetah, as the name would imply, is empowered with great speed. He can travel at speeds ranging to 200 mph at peak velocity. He also posses the trademark Pride Claws and a body suit, designed with spots.
The Panther:
The Panther, is possessing of peak human capabilities, uses the Pride Claws and body suit, but also possesses a cloaking device which can bend light around him to make him appear invisible. When the device is not active, his body suit is black.
The Tiger:
The Tiger possesses superhuman strength that more than rivals that of the Lion. He was rumored to have lifted over 1,000lbs, but this has yet to be verified. His body suit is styled with stripes.
The Jaguar:
Being the only leading female of the pack, the Jaguar, along with the usual equipment, has pheromone dischargers that can aid her in influencing other's decisions. She also wears a unique pair of Pride Claws which can extend a foot in length.
Aside from the previously mentioned leaders of The Pride, there are also a large number of other members who wear the trademark Pride Claws and body suits. They refer to themselves as Members of The Pride but are commonly called, much to their dismay, the 'Kittycats, or Pussycats by police officers and vigilantes alike.

Mr Teeth: Not much is known about the murderer called Mr. Teeth. What we do know is that he is linked to hundreds of homicides in the last 5 years, usually the death being caused by puncture wounds from a knife of some sort. Only a handful of people have survived encounters with Mr. Teeth. They either remembered nothing of the event, or have entered into a somewhat vegetative state. One thing for certain is, the ones in a vegetative state continue to ramble about shining teeth, and sometimes the ones who don't remember the event at all, mutter about teeth in their sleep. If ever you should see a pair a pearly whites from the darkness in one of Blasted Haven's many alleyways, you are encouraged to inform the police right away.

The Laborer:
The Laborer, is characterized by his bulky, dirty metal armor and weaponry including, but not limited to, oversized wrenches, power drills, saw blades, and other heavy machinary. He leads up a large group of criminals known as the Union, who also share his affinity for machine related weapons and armor.

Fortunately for the citizens of Blasted Haven, the number of vigilantes is constantly on the rise, and with every new hero, another handful of hard working people can sleep a little better at night.

(So in short, this is a superhero rp)

Rules:
Okay so I will try to keep things simple. If you have not read the Newbie's Guide to RoleplayGateway, I suggest you take a look, that all pretty much applies here.

Here are some other general rules.

1. Please try to exhibit your writing prowess.

Here is an a poor example of a post.

PowerMan walks in and beats up the criminals in the bar.

Here is a good example of a post.

Having hardly managed to sneak inside without the notice of the more questionable patrons, he walked up to the bar and slapped down a dollar.

"One beer." he said quietly, now wasn't the time to draw attention.

"Coming right up." The bar tender replied. After the cold brewery was served PowerMan caught the tender by his sleeve.

"Not yet." he said, still quiet. "I'm looking for Mack, he been around lately?"

"That depends on whose asking, bub." The tender almost growled.

"Franklin." PowerMan replied, placing the bill on the counter. It wouldn't be too much longer before the drunkards around him would notice the mask, and maybe his conspicuous boots. "And Franklin's twin is waiting if I find him."

"Mack ain't been around." He replied "But should you grace our restroom, please don't forget to flush."

PowerMan took the hint and headed for the little boys room.

Now granted, that's a bit overkill. Here is a tolerated level of writing.

PowerMan, walked into the bar and put a 100 on the counter.

"Where is he?" He asked

"I don't know, try the bathroom." The bar tender replied.

Power Man walked into the mens room, spotted the perp and gave him a sound beating. It was getting out with him that would be the difficult part.

2. The beating up of established henchmen (Moles, The Pride, and The Union) is highly encouraged, however, I would ask that the larger criminals (The Golden Mole, The Lion, The Cheetah, Mr. Teeth, The Laborer etc.) be left alone for now. After (or should I say If) the rp gets going, I'll declare events, in which a character will be given the privilege of taking down a criminal or possibly something else, events will be described in full upon implementation.

3. Read the Newbie's Guide to RoleplayGateway, its a rule now.

4. Please be willing to post around two times a week at least, nothing is more frustrating than when someone joins, posts a little bit and gets everyone interested then disappears into the wild blue yonder (wherever that may be).

If need be, I will add to the rules later.

Character Sheets:

If you would please include the following information about your characters upon joining the RP.

Name: (Your Character's natural born name)
Alias(es): (What your character goes by, i.e. alter egos and/or nicknames
Age: (If you can't figure this one out, don't bother signing up).
Physical Description: (What does he/she look like? In costume? Out of costume?)
Bio: (A brief history of how he/she came to be, beliefs values, whatever you feel is important to tell us.
Powers: (The good stuff)
Paraphernalia: (A big word for stuff he/she is know to carry around or use, like weapons or gadgets.)
Abilities: (Maybe your hero is a pilot, or a boxer, or he/she can lick his/her elbows, whatever else you want to tell us.)

Edit: An OOC thread is now up for updates on Villians in Power, and new Characters (if by God's grace we get some )

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Name: Johnny S. Krueger.
Aliases/Nicknames: The Cougar (not related to members of The Pride), JSK, Johnny Boy, The Big K, Krue.
Age: 35
Physical Description: (info, no costume. just well designed street clothes.)

Appearance

Upper body

Head and neck
Silver-grey hair, a bit messy.
Silver eyes, with bits of gold and cyan round the edges.
Small nose.
Kinda thin, pinched lips.
A ring on his right ear.
A tattoo of a cougar on the left side of his face, covering his left eye.
A black handkerchief tied into a scarf round his neck.
Rimless dark aviator glasses on his head.
Small tattoo in the shape of a playing card on the back of his neck.

Torso
Black tanktop.
Light-weight,flexible and durable armour for his arms, shoulders, chest and back.

Looted from a dead member of The Union, and modified by the Professor.
Black leather cut-off gloves.
A strap with a small leather holster on his upper right arm.
Ring on his left ring finger.
Black leather strap with clasps at the back for a gun.

Lower body
Urban camouflage cargo pants.
Black Combat boots.
Black ankle socks.
Leather belt with a sheath and a clasp, on which hangs a large monkey wrench.


Bio : Johnny doesn't exactly know where he came from. He was abandoned at age 5, and was found by The Professor at about 9. He was taught by the Professor to be an excellent mechanic and he set off from his place at age 20 to begin work as a car mechanic in one of the better off parts of BH.

Soon though, he found himself with more spare time on his hands, repairing cars so quickly and efficiently that he often completed work with time to spare. So he began experimenting and tinkering with little odds and ends that he found around his workshop.

Very quickly, he found himself with a variety of gadgets, ranging from a handy electrical screwdriver to a makeshift coffee machine that worked.He began understanding this gift in mechanics as a technique that could come in handy. He went back to the Professor and requested that he outfit him to be a vigilante. The Professor agreed, and set to work making a unique outfit for him.

Since he was a mechanic by nature, the Professor made him a suit of armour, custom-made from a mold of a suit of armour worn by a deceased Union member. The Professor outfitted the suit with more durability that it was designed, plus making it light-weight and flexible, to accommodate for easy movement.

After the suit was made, Johnny set about conditioning his body for the rigours of a vigilante. He went to numerous martial arts schools, fitness courses and exercised until he was as fit as a fiddle.

Johnny now wears this special suit of armour as he protects the city by night, and works as a vehicle mechanic during the day.



Powers : The Professor not only taught Johnny how to be a great hand at machines, he also made Johnny into half of one.

Johnny's left arm was injured in an accident when he was 11, rendering it unusable. The Professor saw his plight and made him a prosthetic arm that not only functioned like a real arm, it had the real appearance of a real arm, complete with fake skin. It also had the ability to feed various performance-enhancing chemicals into Johnny's blood stream, through special tubes and vials inside the arm. These chemicals only work for short bursts of time, and Johnny rarely uses them except in an emergency.

Most of Johnny's "powers" come from the gadgets he uses. His aviator glasses function as a pair of night-vision goggles and the tattoo of the playing card on his neck also functions to activate a small radar screen projected onto his glasses.


Paraphernalia : Johnny carries a large monkey wrench on his waistbelt, which also serves as a weapon during emergencies, in case he isn't carrying his real weapons around.

His real weapons are a long sword, made by himself from pieces of different kinds of scrap metal, heated and then poured into a custom mold, then sharpened. The holster on his upper right arm holds an old relic of Earth firepower, a SIG-Sauer P226 9mm handgun. Formerly used by many United States policemen, this antique now fires depleted Uranium 236 9mm rounds at his enemies. The clasp on his back holds another antique gun, a UK-made 4.85mm Individual Weapon. This rifle was popular back in the day due to its "bullpup" design, with the magazine behind the pistol grip, and a scope. This rifle was modified to only shoot in three-round bursts, to conserve ammo. The rifle's ammo is a 4.85mm cartridge with an explosive tip. When fired, this special bullet explodes on contact with the target, causing more damage. He also has a variant of this ammo, which has a reinforced layer of diamond on the tip, which can drill deep into the flesh and cause grievious internal wounds. Johnny uses this ammo sparingly, as the diamond tipped ammo is hard to find and manufacture.


Abilities : Johnny is an excellent mechanic, able to repair broken devices in twice the time it takes a normal mechanic to fix it. He grew in reputation after he fixed the mayor's car in 7 minutes flat, earning the mayor's respect. Other than that,

Johnny has no abnormal abilities, except for very sharp hearing.

Your character looks great, although I might remind you
A. This takes place in the not to far future, around 5 years from now.
B. The plan was to be about superheroes.

Now this doesn't mean you need to change your hero, as long as you are cool with the whole 'Punisher' route. Being a vigilante that kills however, will get looked down upon by local enforcers of the law, but whatever.

Lastly, THANK YOU FOR POSTING!!! *dances around his house with joy*

Name: Stephan Wallis (Cobalt)

Alias(es): Steve

Age: 28

Physical Description: 6’1 tall and 232 lbs. Has deep blue eyes and mousey brown hair. Normally wears casual clothes when out of costume. His costume is a cobalt and black body suit. He wears a full mask covering his entire face, with cobalt blue panels where is eyes would be. On his chest is the symbol for infinity.

Bio: Stephan Wallis was a normal kid growing up in Blasted Haven, his parents were both blue collar folk who did the best they could to raise their 5 children. Steve was an excellent student and athlete obtained entrance to Annapolis, where he graduated and served his 2 years in San Diego, CA. During his second year he entered the SEAls program to see if he was god enough to be a Navy Seal. After completing the intensive BUDS trials he graduated as the only one in his class. Stephan was assigned to SEAL team Six and obtained a great deal of counter-terrorist training as well as intel and medical knowledge.
After two years he was offered a position as a liaison for the Obsidian Company and their research for DARPA. It was here that Steve found that the Obsidian Co. was working on some reversed engineered technology they obtained from an alien crash site. Seeing the great harm that was being done to American citizens by the experiments being conducted, Steve tried to halt the program. During the scuffle he was knocked back into a oscillating blue field, as the alien energies coursed through his body he felt the as if he were being collapsed into nothing. The machine exploded causing the R&D facility to come down around him. It took several days before Steve was found.
He spent 7 months in Bethesda naval hospital before he was discharged honorably from the navy.
Little did he know that the energy in him had altered is molecular structure giving him control of the blue energy that courses through his body.

Powers: The cobalt energy in his body has given him an incredibly dense muscularity and skeletal system. He can withstand a 30mm cannon shell point blank. He also has superhuman strength able to press/ lift 10 tons of weight.
He is able to use the energy for a variety of effects, such as concussive force beams which have the effective maximum force of 100 tons of TNT, a force shield to protect he or others and flight.

Paraphernalia: Just his body suit.

Abilities: A versatile hand to hand combatant and adept at military intelligence. He also as very good battlefield medical knowledge.

don't worry about it. i know how to adapt.

and my character doesn't kill. he goes for maiming and disabling. he does kill if he has to.

The first bank of Blasted Haven was being robbed. Several heavily armed men had walked right at 9:30 am shouting and intimidating everyone, and started clearing out the tills. At 9:31 am they left and made their way to a waiting mini-van. The black clad Cobalt streaked above them, his hands glowing with the tell-tale cobalt energy signature.
As they started entering the mini-van the security guard ran out and fired a single shot at them, that started a whole series of events that resulted in several dozen rounds being fired at the guard and the people who had exited the bank.
Snarling in disgust Cobalt created a 10' high arching energy wall in front of them to deflect and redirect the bullets into the ground. The armed men gasp and started shouting. "Holy!!! Get going, get going go go go!"
Swooshing around and dropping in front of the mini-van, Cobalt braced himself as the van crashed into him at 40 miles an hour. The van slowly pushed him back but after a moment was merely spinning it's wheel.
"Ok boys lets put down the pop guns before you get hurt!"
Inside Cobalt could hear muffled voices and epitaphs. A spray of automatic weapon crashed through the window and slammed into his chest. The bullets stung a little but other than that didn't do much except anger him. "Ok punks, this is gonna hurt you more than me!" He said as he lifted the van and slammed it down breaking the chassis and frame. He heard the men inside groan as he did it again, and again until he heard a feeble voice cry out "Ok! Ok! Jeez man stop we give up, we give up."
Cobalt held the van up and shook it until the weapons came tumbling out on the street at his feet. As the first police car rolled into view Cobalt waved at them and dropped the van down and took flight again.

OOC: Good Idea Skall, I'll go ahead and post my main character.

Name: Alexander Tanner
Alias: Poison Dart.
Age: 24
Physical Description: About six foot, with blond hair and green eyes. Muscular, but not bulgy. Has a tattoo of a frog on his back. His costume is a blue (just a bit lighter than duke blue) body suit with goggles and writs devices.
Bio: Alex was a scientist's assistant for about 5 years. He (Albert Jones) was working with DNA splicing in order to solve his heart problems. He goal was to have a three chamber heart similar to a frog. Unfortunately Dr. Jones died of a heart attack before he could finish his work. Alex used his predecessor's research to splice his own DNA.
Powers: Enhanced speed, strength, stamina, and durability (not to the point that he could take a bullet, race a car on foot, but enough to get by in town full of superheroes). He also possesses glands that secret poison, which causes temporary paralysis and sometimes hallucinations.
Paraphernalia: Poison Dart is outfitted with gloves and boots which have retractable suction couplets. On his wrists he wears devices which can intensify the poison into a beam able to cause the same effect as if touched by the poison. It can also shoot a generic energy beam which strikes with about the same force at a good punch.
Abilities: Alex is a capable scientist. He isn't trained in hand to hand combat, but he knows how to handle himself in a scrap.

IC:

Alex had been tailing them for about five street blocks. There were four, three of them being members of the union. The last it seemed was completing some initiation process. Alex couldn't be sure, he wasn't paying that close attention to their conversation. The group stopped at a jewelry store. The ugly one handed a rather larger wrench to the new guy. It would have looked humorous, if it hadn't, more than likely, been used to crack in someone's skull before. Alex dropped to the ground behind them and crept up slowly. New guy hesitated for a moment and then lifted the wrench to smash in the door. Alex caught the wrench and pulled it from New Guy's suprised hands. Ugly turned and pulled a knife.

"A knife." Poison Dart scoffed, dodging Ugly's first swipe. "How original, I mean what piece of machinery has a knife on it?" Ugly growled and stabbed at Poison Dart. Dart sidestepped the thrust and then stepped into his attack, grabbing Ugly's wrist. "I guess it beats a sowing needle." With that, he twisted Ugly's arm until he dropped the blade. Ugly dropped to the street clutching at his arm. Dart took down the fat one with a poison beam, before he could get his power drill into the mix. That only left New Guy and the greasily one. Greasy was holding a oil splotched welded together cutlass. "Is that a patch metal sword I see? That's cool in a rustic hobo sort of way, I guess." Dart joked. He evaded two slashes, then landed a kick squarely on Greasy's face. Since Greasy could barely stand afterward, landing another jaw cracking punch wasn't terribly difficult. During the whole of the encounter, New Guy had stood still, stunned that he was in a real fight. Finally realizing his dilemma he threw a nervous punch and Poison Dart. Dart caught the punch in his hand. "Pathetic." He scoffed. "Almost as pathetic as those nasty jumpsuits. I'm not sure if I should call the cops or the fashion police." Dart pulled New Guy towards him with the fist, and landed an elbow on New Guy's eye. "There's something for you think about when you're in jail with your new friends." Ugly had since climbed to his feet, and started to make a run for it. Dart blasted him with a beam of energy to the back, which caused him to topple forward. He walked up to the crook and stomped on his attempt to get back up. "If I had a nickel for every time you guys tried to run away, I forget how the rest of it goes but you're stupid."

Cobalt flew up to the roof of city hall. He frowned as he peered down at the city of Haven below him, usually he would see a few of the others running around busting up the bad guys, but today was quite. He had half expected to see The Cougar or one of the other armed vigilantes in a shoot out with the bad guys. Maybe one of those sword guys, they always looked neat doing their little katas. Cobalt chuckled as he remember watching the Red Ninja and his gleaming sword try to fight the Laborer. It was really sad, the Laborer used a huge pipe wrench to break the kids sword.

Ah well Stevie boy, what do we do now? Cobalt thought to himself as he launched upward to get a better view of the city.

Johnny S. Krueger walked down a city street, looking for all the world like a standard car mechanic on his way home from work.

Then, ducking into a side alley, he stripped off his mechanic's coveralls, exposing the street clothes underneath.

Then, drawing out his armour from his messenger bag, he slipped it on. He then jumped up onto a pipe and soon he was on the rooftops, running across the roofs, wrench slapping lightly against his thigh.

Then, taking a huge leap, he leaped across a large gap between a hotel and the City Hall roof.

Landing lightly, JSK a.k.a The Cougar, walked to the tip of City Hall. Then sitting down, he took out a thermos from his bag and drank some coffee from it.

'Aahhhh.... Mocha latte... My favourite... My boss sure makes the best coffee...'

He took a sip and watched the world go by, the sun setting in the distance, its light stained a dirty orange by the clouds of dirty rainwater hanging in the sky.

Event: Pride Comes Before A Fall
Each hero gets to take down one of the leaders of the Pride (I.e. The Lion, The Panther etc.). One of the leaders must be The Lion. There also must be a few leaders left in tact. The Pride will still function as street gang, although they will be scattered, chaotic, and in some cases more violent.
This event affects all participants of the RP.

OOC: If neither of you take down The Lion, I'll get him. I'll wait till ya'll have posted before I post mine.

Cobalt sailed into the sky. The sun setting across the city created a surreal display of shadows and buildings. The people of Blasted Haven were good people who deserved a chance at a good life free of the influences of the criminal element. He hovered over the city and smiled under his mask. He loved this city. Dropping he angled himself towards the city, the brilliant cobalt blue energy glowing at his hands and feet leaving a light trail behind him.

Zooming over the rooftops he passed over an alleyway, it almost passed detection, but he noted the door open to a large industrial electronics firm. A door that should be closed because the business was closed for the night. Whipping around in a graceful arc he zipped back towards the building, looking for anything that would give him an indication of what was going on at BH Electronics.

Dropping down in the street Cobalt moved quickly to the open door and listened. Inside voices and laughter could be heard. Peering inside Cobalt saw a tall man dressed like a cat as he watched another one, also dressed like a cat. Cobalt smiled as he watched the two pride members lifting computer parts and putting them into knapsacks. Slipping inside Cobalt coughed slightly, which instantly froze the two pride members.

"Hello kitty." Cobalt said then chuckled at his own pun. The two pride members turned and faced him, their claws extended as they looked at Cobalt. The tall one snarled "Well well well if it isn't the black and blue blunder called Cobalt." After a moment Cobalt realized it was The Cheetah. As that realization came to him, several other pride members slinked out of the shadows and flicked their claws to full extension.

Cobalt looked at the five pride members in front of him. Looking at Cheetah he said "Better start running now, I figure you have 30 seconds before I am through with your kittens." Cheetah and the other pride members snarled and the closest one leaped at Cobalt. The cat took a swipe at Cobalt's head, ducking low he felt the claws swoosh over his head, as he launched his fist into the cat's midsection, causing him to grunt as all the wind was expelled from his body. The cat fell heavily to the showroom floor. Turning a second cat dove for Cobalt legs while a third hit him in the chest knocking him off balance. As they tumbled into a large HD tv, Cobalt lanced out a foot catching the cat atop him in the jaw, hearing the bones snap Cobalt swirled to his feet, in a ready stance.

The one he had knocked the wind out of stood wobbly along with the other two. They looked at each other and charged all at once, their wicked claws flashing in the lights of the store. Cobalt spun quickly launching a roundhouse to the first cat, catching him in the head knocking him crashing into the one on his right. Coming down Cobalt twisted his body, allowing the third cat to flow past him into a display case. Powering up his cobalt energies he fired a blast at the three cats, strong enough to knock them unconscious.

Cobalt smiled and looked out the door that Cheetah had took off, glancing down at his chronograph, Cobalt noted 24 seconds had passed. Thrusting the brilliant cobalt energies he took of after him, launching himself into the air he soared straight up and then hovered looking for the Cheetah. A blur of motion heading north caught his attention, figured the Cheetah was headed for the the wider streets in the north end, he hadn't reached his maximum speed yet.

Cobalt dove and thrust his energies causing a incredibly bright blue streak to follow him as he headed straight for the Cheetah. He counted down 3, 2, 1 the Cheetah hit his maximum stride just as Cobalt slammed into him head on. Grasping the Cheetah around the waste he bent his body so that he would absorb most of the impact, which at these speeds could kill the pride leader, and he didn't want that. The Cheetah woofed as the air was forced from his lungs and he was propelled backward, the shock of the impact had knocked him unconscious, as good as the Cheetah was he wasn't ready for the immense shock that ripped into his body.

Straining to pull up so he wouldn't hit the parked truck, Cobalt accelerated and roared into the night sky, the brilliant blue bullet with a large spotted cat in his arms. Circling back around Cobalt headed straight for the Blasted Haven hospital. Once he landed at the emergency room entrance he strode in to the shock and amazement of the people waiting to be seen. "Can I get a doctor to look at my pet kitty?" Dropping the Cheetah on a gurney, Cobalt looked at the security officer. "There are four more at the BH Electronics store, have first responders get there now, one of them may have a broken jaw and another a broken rib or two."

Turning Cobalt waved at the people gawking at him and took off into the night sky, a blue streak.

Event: Pride Comes Before A Fall
Complete: Skallagrim Cughtagh
Pending: DJAtomika
Axanthisis

OOC: I'm waiting on you DJ

Cougar's radio buzzed. His radio was wired to standard law enforcement frequencies, tuned to receive but not broadcast.

He unclipped the radio from his belt. There were two emergencies currently running. One was already dealt with by Cobalt; Pretty fast, that Cobalt. Wonder when I'll meet with him... The other concerned a break-in at a dockside warehouse which was rumoured by the locals to contain weapons for The Union.

Guess I'll go check that out, before Cobalt finds out about it. Beating other heroes to emergencies was always my specialty.

Cougar stood up and clipped the radio back on his belt. Then unclipping his wrench, Cougar took a running start then jumped off the roof of City Hall, landing on another roof below and running in the direction of the docks, to the East of the city.

Running across rooftops, Cougar noticed some black aircars racing in the same direction as he did.

Hm. Must be some gang involved in this.

...

Soon, Cougar had reached the warehouse. He jumped from the top of a skyscraper and landed lightly on the roof of a building and slid down a drainpipe to the back of the warehouse. He then proceeded to hide behind a wall at the back of the warehouse.

Peering inside, the Cougar could see nothing except silhouettes against the bright lights of the city and the local law enforcement cars, with lights on but sirens off. He also spotted a few human silhouettes carrying boxes into a hole which Cougar thought led to the sewers.

Cougar silently crept out from behind the wall, wrench in hand, pocket torch in the other. He then crept up to the nearest person and flicked the torch on in the person's face.

A gasp, followed by hands covering eyes ensued.

'Hm. The Panther. I should've known. Why would you raid a warehouse full of weapons in the first place?'

Growling, the Panther flung an arm out, catching Cougar on his outstretched flashlight-holding arm, spinning him around and dropping him on his butt on the cold concrete floor. The Panther then proceeded to roar loudly, alerting the rest of his pack.

'Well, guess this isn't time for introductions, huh?' Cougar quipped as he swept the Panther's legs out from under him with a well placed leg sweep, ending with him spinning like a top and righting himself.

The other Panther wannabes growled menacingly and slowly advanced towards him, claws unsheathed. Cougar smirked as the first kitty ran towards him, roaring out a chilling battle cry. Cougar blocked the blow with his wrench head-on, wrench horizontal above his head, feigning an attempt to counter the strength of the kitty. Instead of pushing back the weapon and laying him open for attack, Cougar stepped back, allowing the claws to fall and the kitty to stumble forward, before meeting him with a straight jab with the blunt end of his wrench.

The kitty doubled over, breath torn from his lungs, as Cougar's leg went up and caught the kitty's cheek, sending him spinning to the pavement. Another kitty leaped over him and launched a furious swiping attack, claws coming from the left and right. Cougar dodged back and sweeped his wrench in a sideways arc, catching the kitty on the arm and spun him away, breaking the arm in the process, the loud crack of bones breaking echoing loudly through the warehouse. He ended the kitty's career by giving him a final roundhouse kick that laid him flat on the floor.

Two other kitties advanced towards him from behind, and one lunged for his head while the other one went for his legs. Anticipating the move, Cougar swung his wrench back towards the leaping kitty, smacking him away, while he jumped up and landed on the other kitty. The first kitty flew away, face broken from the wrench hit, while the second kitty lay struggling beneath Cougar. He stopped that one from moving with a quick stomp on his face.

Another kitty rushed to meet him, claws extended. Cougar ducked beneath the blow and brought himself up inside the blow, catching the kitty and lifting him up into a fireman's carry. He flipped the kitty and threw him to the open doors of the warehouse and straight into the arms of waiting cops. He heard the crunch of bones on concrete and deduced that the kitty's ribs were broken. Cougar turned around and faced the Panther.

'So, its just me and you, black kitty. Don't cross my path now, might give me a spell of bad luck.' Cougar said with a wink.

"When I'm done with you, Cougar, you won't even resemble a human anymore." The Panther said Cougar's name with a menacing snarl. Then the Panther lunged for Cougar's throat, claws extended fully. Cougar side-stepped the attack and gave the Panther a firm open-handed smack on his back, sending the Panther flat on his face.

'Now now, shouldn't be so hasty to attack.' Cougar waggled a finger at the Panther as he rose off the floor, spitting blood and a tooth out of his mouth.

"Grrrr.... That was the last straw!" Saying this, the Panther activated his cloaking device and sped away from the Cougar.

'Ooh, playing hard to get, hm? I like that. I like that a lot. It means I get to use deadly force... Heh heh heh...' Saying this, Cougar clipped his Wrench back on his belt and drew his handgun and retrieved his flashlight.

'Come out kitty, come out come out wherever you are...' Cougar whispered to himself as he walked around the warehouse, shining his torchlight around and aiming his pistol. His ears picked up a sound, fabric shifting over wood. He did a quick about-face and fired three shots at a spot over a box. He heard a roar and suddenly, the form of the Panther appeared over the box, clutching his arm. Blood gushed from where he shot the Panther.

"Gr, looks like... you got me... But be warned... my Pride members will avenge my death..." Saying this, the Panther slumped down, gave a final twitch, and died, a sigh escaping from his lips.

'Damn. I didn't mean to kill 'im. That was his arm dammit, how much damage could my bullets have caused?!' Cougar kept his pistol and stalked out the back door of the warehouse, just as cops stormed the warehouse from the front.

He climbed up a drain pipe and soon he was dashing across the rooftops, racing back towards City Hall. Halfway there though, a dark form dropped down in front of him.

'Wha-?!' Cougar stopped and stumbled, almost falling down into a dark alley below. 'Who the heck are you?!' Cougar demanded.

"I am the Tiger. I heard of your... Disposal of the Panther. I congratulate you. He wasn't an easy foe, considering the hours I've put in sparring against him. However, you will not find me so easy. I shall end you and end the disgrace you've gave to the Pride!" Saying this, the Tiger gave an inhuman roar and leapt at the Cougar.

'What the?! Two in a day?! Man, I must be REALLY popular around here...' Cougar muttered to himself as he laid himself flat on the roof, letting the Tiger fly over him and crash into some ventilation shafts. 'Hey! You'd better improve that aim of yours! Brute strength ain't gonna get you no where!'

Cougar suddenly felt the roof beneath him move, and jumped out of the way, just in time to avoid the Tiger crashing through the roof, demolishing half of it in the process. Cougar landed on the roof access hatch, unsheathing his wrench.

'Guess I'll have to go tough on this big cat.' Cougar lunged at the Tiger, but he batted Cougar away with a flick of his arm, sending the Cougar flying into the street below. Righting himself in mid-air, Cougar grabbed onto a lamppost and slid down to the ground, surprising the passers-by below. He got up from his crouch and ran just as the Tiger slammed into the ground where he was a few seconds ago, creating a large crater and sending a shockwave rippling through the floor, sending passers-by flying into the air and running for their lives.

This is REALLY not my day! Cougar thought to himself as he ran down the streets and eventually climbed up a street lamp and vaulted to a nearby rooftop, where he continued running. Behind him, he heard the loud crash of the Tiger landing on the roofs behind him.

Dammit, guess I'll have to use the big guns. Cougar unclipped his rifle from his back and loaded his diamond-enforced ammo into the gun, satisfied upon hearing the first round enter the chamber. Then, stopping and turning round, Cougar shouted : 'Hey, Tiger! Here's some reaally expensive cat food for ya!' as he let loose a 10-round burst right into the Tiger's chest.

The Tiger stumbled back, and red blossomed on his chest, staining his body suit a dark crimson. "Guh... So... This is what death feels like... It feels so... comforting... knowing that this is all over..." The Tiger staggered and fell down a gap between two roofs, crashing into the garbage cans below.

'Well. Glad that's over with.' Cougar clipped the gun back onto the strap on his back and ran off back to the City Hall.

Two Pride leaders dead, in one night.... And I vowed, never to kill or mortally wound another person... How am I to face up to the Professor now... Cougar wondered as he ran back, tears filling his silver eyes and dropping down through his armour, wetting his tanktop.



OOC : worked on that doozy of a post for about half an hour.

Poison Dart, was about to put his blasters up for the night. He has stopped a break in, two muggings and a drug deal so far tonight, a new record. All of that became icing on the cake when he spotted The Lion, however. The Lion was traveling incognito, cloaked in a trench coat. Where he was heading wasn't of much concern to Dart, what really mattered was stopping him from getting there. Poison Dart, crept up from behind, knowing his poison blast packed more of a punch at close range. Just as Dart raised his arm to fire, The Lion spun around and slashed Dart on the chest. Dart jumped back, but still took most of the impact.

"And I just cleaned out the last blood stains." He gasped, still trying to make a joke out of it.

"Lets make sure you don't have to suffer the dry cleaners again." The Lion replied, getting into a battle stance. Dart raised his arm and fired. The blast hit on target, but the Lion took it standing, letting out little more than a grunt. "You forget, my rate of recovery is stronger than your toys." The Lion sneered. Dart could tell by the grimace on his face, however, that at the least it had given him a bad headache. Sometimes slowing your opponent down by a little made all the difference. The Lion came head on with a vertical slash at Poison Darts head, which he caught at the wrist with both hands. Using his other hand, The Lion swiped at Darts midsection. Dart evaded this by leaping over The Lion's head. Because he still had a good grip on The Lion's right hand, he was able to twist his arm behind his back. A sounding crack signified that The Lion would fight lefty for the rest of the evening. Speaking of lefty, The Lion put an elbow in Darts face, smashing out one of the lenses on his goggles. The blow put Alex on his back. As The Lion turned to face his foe, Dart shot an energy blast to his face. The impact made the Lion stagger for a moment, which was enough time for Poison to leap to his feet.

"These glasses are coming out of your next pay check from McDonald's, that is where you're still working right?" Dart quipped. The Lion hissed and came at Dart clumsily with a another left handed assault. Dart leaned out of the way and sent him a back hand to the teeth. Dart next jump kicked The Lion's face. The impact must have broken his nose, because he started losing a good deal of blood. Dart raised his arm to give The Lion a stronger dose of the poison for which he was named. The Lion managed to land a swipe on Dart's forearm, effectively disabling his blaster, and giving Alex another need for stitches.

"Come on, Dart." Dart thought to himself. "That's twice tonight, you're getting sloppy. If you don't put him down soon, your going to pass out. You can't bleed from the chest forever. Dart sprung back at The Lion with a stiff kick to the knee cap. Another loud pop, which at least meant The Lion would limp away instead of walk. Dart came crashing down on The Lion with a left handed punch, striking his adversaries right eye. The Lion, being down on his knee's from the blow to his leg, was conveniently positioned for a knee to the face, which Poison was more that willing to supply. The blow hurt Poison's knee, which was a good indication of what kind of damage it did to The Lion's jaw. The Lion hit the street hard. Dart stomped The Lion's face once or twice to make sure he didn't get up, raising the bill of his dental work, was just an added bonus. He activated a police tracker and left the scene. He needed to stitch himself back together if he wanted to go on.

Event: Pride Comes Before A Fall
Completed.

Repercussions: Two leaders of the Pride are in prison and two are dead. The Pride is considerably more violent in order to avenge their fallen comrades. A warrant is out for the arrest of a man known only as The Cougar. Some of the hardened cops are going to carry out the letter of the law, but most think The Tiger and The Panther got what they deserved, and will do little in the way of bringing in The Cougar. Lastly, The Pride has a new nickname, 'The Pussy-cat Dolls', since only the female leader is still in operation.

OOC: Just a reminder DJ, this doesn't take place very far in the future, which means while air cars might exsist, but they are very very rare if they do (that's two verys). Also, I'll make sure I specify whether or not you get to kill the villains in the future .

OOC : okay. sure. just tell me first before i go on mad writing sprees.

Event: Character Development: What is your character's greatest fear? Don't post OOC and tell me, and don't outright say while posting "Powerman was always afraid of ghosts." Show me what his/her (although there aren't any female characters in play) greatest fear, by how a situation is handled. This event is optional, but participants are encouraged to take part. If you don't plan on it, let me know (via pm, or an OOC post).

Cobalt left the emergency room and flew to the highest building on BH. Once he land he sat down and raised the lower part of his mask and exhaled. If anyone was close enough they'd have noticed that his hands were shaking. Leaning back against the wall Cobalt murmured "Steve-o you need to watch yourself. You're better trained than 99% of the world and you can do things that not even one percent can do." Cobalt exhaled again as he felt the cool night air wash over his exposed face. Looking down at the city below he smiled. Tapping the concrete of the building he didn't notice the small spider web cracks that he was inducing by the slightest drumming of his finger tips.
As Cobalt sat enjoying the solitude he replayed the fight in his mind, and especially the kick that broke the pride members jaw, a bit more pressure and he would've snapped his neck. Shaking his head Cobalt looked up at the stars and just sat, contemplating his role as a superhero, just enjoying the night. The shakes hadn't gone away, but Cobalt was used to them.

Event: Character Development:
Skallagrim Cughtagh: Complete.

OOC: Good Job!

IC: Three weeks. Alex had spent three weeks waiting for his wounds to heal up. Wounds he had stitched himself. Wounds The Lion had inflicted. A normal man probably wouldn't have survived. Dart remembered to thank his lucky stars that he was given the privilege of working with Dr. Jones. The holes bled a little as he pulled the wire from his chest. Was that supposed to happen? Alex didn't think so. No matter. Three weeks was too long. He had to get back out there.

***

Another robbery. There were so many. It sort of made sense, though. If Dart was here catching these crooks, that probably meant four other groups were getting away with the same crime elsewhere. It wasn't an encouraging thought. There were six of them. Poison had repaired his shredded blaster while he was on the mend. He fired a blast at the first of the crooks. The man took the blast standing. That's when it dawned on Dart that, by the rate they were moving the loot, they had to be moles. Faster than Poison was used to, the crook had pulled a gun and fired. He missed, a pure miracle. Poison shattered the weapon with an energy beam. The others were closing in. A kick to that one's head. A punch to that one's nose. A blast to that one's chest. They kept coming. He did his best to avoid the attacks but he was overwhelmed. A punch landed firmly on his chest. The blow took him off his feet and sent him reeling into the wall behind him. Pain, more than a punch should cause. Looking down, he saw the familiar color of blood on his body suit. The seam had busted.
"What are you doing? Get out of this quick." He thought as he pulled himself off of the ground. The first mole to come at him met with determined fists. It wasn't often Alex broke someone's face. Another gunshot. This time there weren't any miracles to save his skin. The bullet pulled all of the breath from Poison's chest. He fell to one knee. The five crooks still standing stood momentarily aghast, shocked they had beaten their foe. Or so they thought. Dart pushed himself back onto his legs and put his fists back in from of him. He would go down fighting. The same perp as before raised his handgun to fire again. Dart leaped forward and tackled him around the waist. The robber dropped his weapon on impact. Dart rolled around to his back, and landed a kick on another's kneecap, disabling him for a moment. He stood back up, and faced the three coming at him. A fist to the teeth. A backhand to the nose. A sidekick to the stomach. He was barely keeping them off of him. The tackled crook started to reach for his gun again. Alex stomped on the weapon, breaking it. A glint in the eye of the robber on the floor, tipped off Poison to an knife wielding attacker, coming from behind. Dart back-flipped, landing behind the perp, then sucker-punched him to the head leaving him unconscious. A close range poison blast brought down another. Alex twisted an incoming punch, breaking the arm of the attacker. He then used the attacker a body-shield from an another incoming punch from tackled guy. Dart placed a knee in his make-shift shield's chest, taking him out of the fight. He then met the last attacker head on. He caught a punch in the palm of his hand. He could feel a few of his bones crunching from the impact, but he still held on.

"Pathetic." He said, grimacing before he cracked another crooks face with his hand. Finally, Dart walked over to the knee-capped one, who was still shouting and holding his knee. Alex mercilessly pounded the perp's other knee, leaving him maimed for the present. He activated a police tracker, stuffed in the lame one's gapping mouth and walked away holding his chest.

"Can't stop now." He thought. "Got to keep going." Poison wasn't about to stop. He had just spent three weeks out of it already. Something simple like a bullet wouldn't ruin his night. It wasn't the thought of more break ins that spurned him on. Nor was it the thought of breaking up a drug deal, or catching another supervillain. No, it was indeed the memory of Dr. Jones that played about his head. The scene in his mind, of him dying slowly, as his heart shutdown. A man, who hadn't take anything from anyone. Who was trying to find a cure to the largest killer of Americans, and himself in the process. Alex couldn't complete Dr. Jones's work, but he could try to make the world better in his own way. That's what the doctor would have wanted, and letting him down wasn't an option in Alex's mind. It was unfortunate that there weren't any comforting thoughts for Poison Dart as he fell to the street from exhaustion and blood loss.