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  1. -Jeb- Jedi Master

    Member Since:
    Feb 18, 2006
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    [image=http://www.rogers-md.net/v/wallpapers/Marvel.jpg]

    The Year is 2019. Earth as a whole is in typical manner...

    Despite mild attempts by petty criminals to have their way and get on with life by feeding on the opportunities and gifts of others, the reality of it all always seems to land on them like a pile of bricks. Justice lays down it's viligant hand, shunning their decrepit hopes.

    But there are greater evils abrew throughout "God's Green Earth". Some so sinister, that even Earth's most powerful and highly-esteemed defenders gasp in horror at their sight. They appear on occasion, striking only when seemingly fit to do so. They lay down the cards, hoping that atleast once, just once, they'll have a good hand.

    Some of these malicious individuals have been detained. Others, however, still stalk the streets; preying on the innocent. The shadows wait calmly. Waiting for their chance to fight back these terrors. And from these shadows come many a-hero. Some with a goal for equality. Some with a goal for vengeance. Some with a goal to find the means to fight injustice. Your goal is simple, friend. Choose one...



    Hello Brothers and Sisters of the NSWRPF, and Welcome to Marvel's Finest! I'm your Game Master, -Jeb-! This RPG as is is totally free-form. No specific plot is currently intended. I find them too constricting to character development and interaction when one is thought up and enforced prematurely into an RPG. I will, however eventually come up with one to organize and move the story along a finer line later on. That is, of course, if this ball ever gets rolling. :)

    Players can choose between either a Hero (Wolverine, Spider-Man, Dare-Devil), Villain (Hob Goblin, Bullseye, Doc Ock, The Kingpin) Anti-Hero (The Punisher, Elektra), or Neutral (Deadpool) character. Hero's are free to roam the land as they wish to start. Villains will begin as usual - scheming something that's both dramatic and destructive, and then working their way up :)p). I would suggest that all players please try a little development before getting themselves into anything too intense or disruptive.

    I'm planning on having each player experience a not-so lenient storyline for themselves, where they can do anything they'd like aslong as it fit their character until I move us on to bigger and better things later. Think of this as the game Fable. Very open-ended. You make the story yourselves for the most part. Develop conflicts, relationships, whatever you'd like. Just don't exaggerate, and keep true to your character. I cannot stress this enough! :p

    On a side-note, if you're planning on playing more "Godly" characters like Thor or the Silver Surfer, please post-pone that and choose someone else to play until later on when I might allow it. For now, characters like these just wouldn't fit, and chances are that once they get into the story, the whole shebang'll go nuts! And I don't want to take such a wild chance so soon on my first RPG attempt. ;)


    Rules!


  2. Obey the Terms of Service (ToS)!



  3. No God-Modding/Character Bunnying. You aren't allowed to play a God, so don't act as if you are. We all have a weakness here, even GMs and Co-GMs.



  4. All Character Sheets must be PMed to me for Approval. This prevents confusion, and helps me and other GMs keep track of the RPG, as well as keep it organized.



  5. Only one character per player, unless I say otherwise.



  6. GM's Word is Law! Pretty self-explanatory. These rules apply to all of us, yes, including me. But me and the Co-GMs still say what goes down here. You don't like it? Get ta' steppin'.



  7. The Golden Rule! Treat Others Like You Would Like To Be Treated!



  8. Have Fun![/
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  10. Penguinator RPF Modinator and Batmanager

    Manager
    Member Since:
    May 23, 2005
    star 6
    Shotgun Thor!

    Boo-yah.

    EDIT: Dang...
  11. Livi-Wan Force Ghost

    Member Since:
    Sep 29, 2002
    star 4

    GM approved

    Bamf!

    Real Full Name: Kurt Wagner

    Alias: Nightcrawler

    Age: I don't know- I'd guess by now he's thirty or forty?

    Gender: Male

    Species: Human/Mutant

    Powers/Abilities: Teleportation, wall-climbing, invisible in shadows and agility

    Weakness(es): Not super-strong or invulnerable

    Height (in foot/inches): 5ft 9in

    Weight (in pounds): 195 lbs

    Hair Color/Style: black/indigo, short, curly. Also, blue all-over fur.

    Nationality (if applicable): German/Bavarian (my grasp of geography is very shaky)

    Faction/Team: X-Men, Excalibur

    Clothing/Equipment: Red and black costume, two swords, image inducer.

    Biography:

    Kurt Wagner was born with certain unusual physical characteristics, but his power of self-teleportation did not emerge until puberty. Margali Szardos, a sorceress and gypsy queen, found Wagner an hour after his birth, in a small roadside shelter in the Bavarian Alps. She found his father, Eric Wagner, dead of a heart attack on the road outside. Margali is said to have found Wagner's mother lying next to the baby and dying, but this assertion has been called into question, and not even Kurt Wagner knows the truth. Margali took the baby to the small Bavarian circus where she worked as a fortuneteller as a "cover" for her activities as a sorceress. Wagner was never legally adopted by anyone, but was raised by all the members of the circus, who had no prejudices against "freaks." Margali acted as Wagner's unofficial foster mother.

    Wagner grew up happily in the circus, and his two closest friends were Margali's natural children Stefan and Jimaine. Long before his teleportation power emerged, Wagner had tremendous natural agility, and by his adolescence he had become the circus's star acrobat and aerial artist. Circus audiences assumed that he was a normal-looking human being wearing a demon-like costume.

    Years later, the Texas millionaire Arnos Jardine, who ran a large circus based in Florida, heard of the circus Wagner worked for and bought it. Jardine intended to move its best acts into his American circus. However, he demanded that Wagner be placed in the circus's freak show. Appalled, Wagner quit and made his way towards Winzeldorf, Germany, where Stefan was. He discovered that Stefan had gone mad and had brutally slain several children. Two nights after leaving the circus, Wagner found Stefan and fought him, hoping to stop his rampage. In the course of the struggle, Wagner unintentionally broke Stefan's neck. Then the villagers of Winzeldorf, who assumed him to be a demon who was responsible for the child killings, discovered Wagner. They were about to kill him when they were all psionically paralyzed by Professor Charles Xavier, who had come to recruit Wagner into the X-Men. Wagner agreed to join the group, but before they left for America, he and Xavier went to the Bavarian circus so that Wagner could explain to Margali about Stefan's death. However, Margali was not there. She held Wagner responsible for murdering Stefan, but years later, she learned the truth and she and Wagner were reconciled. Wagner was also happily reunited with Jimaine, who now lives in the United States under the name of Amanda Sefton. Known as Nightcrawler, Wagner became a member of the X-Men.

    [image=http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a360/Livi-Wan/THAT_003.jpg]


    Like the great GM, I took this from Marvel.com.
  12. heels1785 Jedi Draft Commissioner

    Game Host
    Member Since:
    Dec 10, 2003
    star 6
    GM APPROVED


    Real Full Name:
    Scott Summers
    Alias: Cyclops
    Age: 29
    Gender: Male
    Species: Human/Mutant

    Powers/Abilities/Weapons:
    --Optic beam triggered by visor
    --Enhanced Agility
    --Outstanding Field Commander

    Weakness(es): Doesn't possess super strength or speed, not particularly great in hand to hand combat against some of the more powerful characters.

    Height (in foot/inches): 6'3
    Weight (in pounds): 195 lbs.
    Hair Color/Style: Brown, cropped short
    Eye Color: Brown, glowing red when utilizing powers
    Nationality (if applicable): American - Caucasion

    Faction/Team: X-Men

    Clothing/Equipment: (Refer to picture)
    [image=http://img108.imageshack.us/img108/5183/cyclops21ut.gif]

    Biography (from marvel.com, also won't be strictly adhered to):
    Scott Summers was the first of two sons born to Major Christopher Summers, a test pilot for the U.S. Air Force, and his wife Katherine. Christopher was flying his family home from vacation when their plane was attacked by a spacecraft from the interstellar Shi'ar Empire. To save their lives, Katherine pushed Scott and his brother Alex out of the plane with the only available parachute. Scott suffered a head injury upon landing, thus forever preventing him from controlling his mutant power by himself.

    With their parents presumed dead, the authorities separated the two boys. Alex was adopted, but Scott remained comatose in a hospital for a year. On recovering, he was placed in an orphanage in Omaha, Nebraska that was secretly controlled by his future enemy, the evil geneticist Mr. Sinister.

    As a teenager, Scott came into the foster care of Jack Winters, a mutant criminal known as the Jack O'Diamonds. After Scott began to suffer from severe headaches he was sent to a specialist who discovered that lenses made of ruby quartz corrected the problem. Soon after, Scott's mutant power first erupted from his eyes as an uncontrollable blast of optic force. The blast demolished a crane, causing it to drop its payload toward a terrified crowd. Scott saved lives by obliterating the object with another blast, but the bystanders believed that he had tried to kill them and rallied into an angry mob. Scott fled, escaping on a freight train.

    Winters sought to use Scott's newfound talent in his crimes, and physically abused the young boy when he initially refused. However, Scott's display of power had attracted the attention of the mutant telepath Professor Charles Xavier, who teamed up with F.B.I. agent Fred Duncan in their mutual attempt to find Scott. Scott was rescued from Winters' clutches and was enlisted by Xavier as the first member of the X-Men, a team of young mutants who trained to use their powers in the fight for human/mutant equality.

    As Cyclops, Scott became deputy leader of the X-Men. While he was a skilled tactician, his social skills were lacking. Scott had fallen in love with his teammate Jean Grey, but his reserved demeanor prevented him from expressing his feelings for her for years. When Xavier's other original recruits left the fold following an encounter with the sentient island-being Krakoa, Cyclops stayed on as deputy leader of the new team.

    Shortly thereafter, the cosmic entity known as the Phoenix Force took Jean's place. When it committed suicide, Scott believed the love of his life had died and he left the X-Men. During his time away from the team, Scott met fishing boat captain Lee Forrester who helped him work through his grief. Scott eventually returned to the X-Men whereupon he met Madelyne Pryor, a woman who bore an uncanny resemblance to Jean. Unaware that Madelyne was a clone of Jean created by Sinister, Scott fell in love with Madelyne and they were soon married. Madelyne fell pregnant and bore Scott a son named Nathan Christopher.

    When the real Jean emerged from suspended animation, Scott abandoned his wife and son and rejoined the other original X-Men in establishing a new team, X-Factor. During a demon
  13. -Jeb- Jedi Master

    Member Since:
    Feb 18, 2006
    star 4
    OOC GM-NOTE: I'd like to start as soon as we get 10-12 characters (prefferably an equal amount of heroes and villains), aswell as someone to assist as Co-GM. Until then, keep the Sheet's coming! :p
  14. -Jeb- Jedi Master

    Member Since:
    Feb 18, 2006
    star 4
    DOUBLE POST

    GM OOC: Original/Non-Canon Characters are allowed, although I'd like to keep that at a minimum.
  15. EmpireForever Chosen One

    Member Since:
    Mar 15, 2004
    star 8
    [image=http://www.marvel.com/universe3zx/images/0/01/Torch.jpg]

    Real Full Name: Jonathan Lowell Spencer "Johnny" Storm
    Alias: The Human Torch
    Age: 25
    Gender: Male
    Species: Human
    Powers/Abilities: Johnny can cover his body in fire, fly at supersonic speeds, project fireballs or other fire objects, manipulate existing flame, and absorb heat with some mental strain. He can generate a nova-level burst of flame, one million degrees Fahrenheit, although this usually exhausts his powers for some time. Under normal usage, he is able to maintain his flame form for up to 17 hours.

    Weakness(es): Johnny is overly reckless, and posseses no super human abilities besides his flame.
    Height (in foot/inches): 5'10"
    Weight (in pounds): 170 lbs
    Hair Color/Style: Blonde.
    Nationality (if applicable): Caucasian.
    Faction/Team: Fantastic Four
    Clothing/Equipment: Fantastic Four jump suit/ T-shirt and leather racing jacket, jeans.
    Biography: http://www.marvel.com/universe/Human_Torch
  16. Dark-Enigma Jedi Knight

    Member Since:
    Feb 8, 2006
    star 3
    Co-GM Note: Yes, you read that correctly, I have been offered the position of co-GM of this RPG, and have accepted. However, my current RPG is still my #1 priority, so I may not be available at times. However, I look forward to this RPG and interacting with all of its members. :)
  17. agap_afima Jedi Knight

    Member Since:
    Dec 19, 2005
    star 2
    APPROVED!

    Real Full Name: Victor von Doom
    Alias: Dr. Doom
    Age: Mid-40s
    Gender: Male
    Species: Human
    Powers/Abilities: Dr. Doom is a genius in various sciences, is trained in the mystic arts, can exchange minds, can shoot energy bolts, can invoke mystical entities for help, has a time machine, has a shrink ray, has a ton of inventions.
    Weakness(es): None, unless out of his armor.
    Height (in foot/inches): 6'2", 6'7" in armor
    Weight (in pounds): 225, 415 in armor
    Hair Color/Style: Brown
    Nationality (if applicable): Latverian
    Faction/Team: None
    Clothing/Equipment: He wears heavy armor and a green cloak over it.
    Biography: (This is long) Victor von Doom was born to the Zefiro travelers ("Gypsies") Werner and Cynthia in Latveria, a small European country which grew out of Hungary and was ruled by King Vladimir Vassily Gonereo Tristian Mangegi Fortunov, Baron of Sabbat, Baron of Haasen, Baron of Krozi. Victor barely knew his mother, a witch who had invoked the demon Mephisto for power, which raged out of control before she was finally slain by a soldier. Before dying, she asked Werner to protect young Victor from Mephisto. Victor's father, a doctor, was forced to treat King Vladimir's wife. When Werner could not cure her cancer, Vladimir blamed him for his wife's death, and Werner fled with Victor. Werner died from exposure to the cold while protecting his son. Before dying, Werner placed Victor into the care of his best friend, Boris, and tried to warn his son of the fearful life he foresaw him falling into, but he died before he could make Victor understand.


    Discovering his mother's mystical artifacts, Victor schooled himself in sorcery. He began an annual contest against the might of Mephisto, attempting to set his mother's soul free. By the time he was a teenager, he had also become a scientific genius and used his inventions to wage a one-man war against the monarchy of Latveria, always a step ahead of them. His genius was heard of even in America, and he was invited to New York's State University on a scholarship. Victor had been in love with Boris' granddaughter Valeria, but he left her behind as his desire to acquire knowledge and the means to seek revenge on others consumed him.


    Arriving at State, Doom was greeted by Reed Richards, a fellow student who was interested in rooming with him, but Doom rejected his offer of friendship. Throughout his university days, Doom pursued a petty rivalry with Richards, convinced of his own superior intellect. Doom's greatest invention was a machine designed to rescue his mother's soul from the netherworld. Richards tried to warn him of a flaw in his calculations, but Doom was too proud to listen. He activated the machine, and it literally exploded in his face. Expelled for the explosion, Doom sustained only a few facial scars, but believed his looks had been ruined. Filled with self-loathing, he left America for Tibet, seeking new enlightenment. There, he found the Aged Genghis, one of the enigmatic Immortal Nine; the now senile sorcerer directed him to seek out a long-lost order of monks. Doom made them his servants and had them forge his first suit of armor, designed to hide his features from the world. Doom had them press the mask to his face before it had cooled, ensuring that if his face had not been hideous before, it was now.


    Dr. Doom then conquered Latveria, slaying King Vladimir, imprisoning his son Rudolfo, and having a robot duplicate of Rudolfo surrender the Latverian crown to him, after which he renamed the capital city, Haasenstadt, as Doomstadt. He used his genius and technology to transform Latveria into a paradise where no citizen wants, no one is threatened by war, and all praise Doom-- or face the consequences. Doom maintained a puppet prime minister; the outside world was largely unaware of Doom's status as ruler, tending to dismiss his existence as a myth. Doom stepped up his scientific prowess, designing a time machine and robotic duplicates of himself (Doombots). In one of his earliest time travels he journeyed back to World War
  18. EmpireForever Chosen One

    Member Since:
    Mar 15, 2004
    star 8
    Approved OC



    Real Full Name: Nicholas "Nic" Dayton

    Alias: Razor Burn

    Age: 21

    Gender: Male

    Species: Mutant

    Powers/Abilities: Razor Burn's skin is made up of metallic scales that vary in size depending on where they are on his body(this is for offensive purposes which I'll explain later). These scales are incredibly sharp, and can cut through almost any substance on earth, they can also withstand intense temperatures and can stop a bullet. Razor Burn can flex the scales so that they stick up or lay flat, and he can also project them off his body, although they take time to grow back. When they lie flat they are not dangerous, except for the edges where they lay on the other scales, but when they are sticking up it makes him impossible to touch without getting cut up. The metal is incredibly light, and as his whole body is made up of it, it makes him incredibly agile. His hair and the inside of his mouth are also razor sharp.

    Weakness(es): RB does not possess super human strenght or durability, and can be taken down if a solid hit is landed, although whoever does the hitting will have a severely tore up fist.

    Height (in foot/inches): 6'

    Weight (in pounds): 130 (the organic metal that makes up his entire body is extremely light, so while he is only 130 he is still of medium type build)

    Hair Color/Style: Maroon mohawk, which he uses as a weapon since his hair is also sharp.

    Nationality (if applicable): Caucasian

    Faction/Team: rogue

    Clothing/Equipment: Regular street clothes, although they have several holes in them from acccidents. During a fight He usually loses the sleeves and most of his pants due to the flexing of his scales.

    Biography: Nic grew up in Suburbia, U.S.A. He was a loner in high school, and ran track because his parents made him. Nic only wanted to be left alone though, and never let anyone get close to him. Durning high school he developed a gray rash on his arm that felt like sand paper. The rash started to spread, and soon covered most of his body. He woke up one day with his matress and sheets tore up. When he looked in the mirror his whole body was covered in scales. He had trouble controlling them at first, resulting in several embarrasing moments in which all of his clothes were shred to pieces. His parents sent him away to be studied, and the government ran several tests and things that make mutant types extremely paranoid, so one day he freaked out and all the scales were shot off his body, slicing through most of the building and several of the scientists. What was left was the sandpaper like rash underneath, and a few days later all the scales had grown back.Soon enough he learned how to control the flexing and the shooting, and can now lift, or shoot any one scale he wants. Nic is a smart alec, and very cynical.
  19. BENSKYWAKER Jedi Master

    Member Since:
    Oct 28, 2005
    star 4
    GM Approved

    Real Full Name: Steve Rogers
    Alias: Captain America
    Age: unknow around 20s
    Gender: male
    Species: Human
    Powers/Abilities: Is the perfect human, can lift as strong as a human can (max 800 pounds) he has no super powers he is just perfect human...

    Weakness(es): Anything that weakens a human
    Height (in foot/inches): 6 foot 2 inch
    Weight (in pounds): 240
    Hair Color/Style: blond
    Nationality (if applicable): American
    Faction/Team: Avengers
    Clothing/Equipment: Costume, and sheild which is made of vibranium Adamintium so thats its almost indestructible.
    Biography: Steve Rogers was born in the depression, later he joined World War two, where he served as a solder, then after awile of fighting in the war, Steve was asked to have some expirements tested on him, wanting to win he accepted...After along time of testing and testing Steve was enjected with a serum which made him the perfect human, he was as strong and fast as any human can be, (with out mutation and such)

    Then Steve continued in the war, as the hope and symbol of America, after fighting in the war for along time against the Red Skull,a top Nazi man, his side kick was killed and he was frozen in Ice...After a 50 or so years, the origonal Avengers, or the goverment depending on which time line your in, found captian america and ever since he has been battling evil in the name of justice, liberty, and peace...

    Mine isn't very long becuase its my own origonal biography not from Marvel Encopidea...
  20. -Jeb- Jedi Master

    Member Since:
    Feb 18, 2006
    star 4
    GM: Just a few more and we can start. :)
  21. Chukles38 Force Ghost

    Member Since:
    Jun 10, 2005
    star 5
    Jeb, I'll make up a character sheet and send it over. I actually wasn't going to bother with this rp, as I am curently in like........ five different ones or so? Anyways, then i thought it'd be good to play a villian once mroe. Haven't done it in a while. Anyways, I'll get one sent to you. I will probably make one up, as I lik eto do that,. that alright?
  22. whiteeagle Force Ghost

    Member Since:
    Dec 24, 2004
    star 6
    Approved

    Character: Iron Man
    Real Name: Anthony Edward "Tony" Stark
    Alias: Iron Man,
    Age: mid 30s
    Gender: Male
    Species: Human
    Powers/Abilities/Weapons:
    -- Genius-level intellect.
    -- Protective Armor
    -- Superhuman Strength *
    -- Ability to fly *
    -- Repulsor Rays *
    -- Pulse beams *
    -- Missile launchers *
    -- lasers, tasers *
    -- flamethrower *
    -- unibeam in center of armor **
    -- helmet ***

    * - armor must be on for use
    ** - can emit various types of light energy
    *** - contains communication & recording devices, & scanning equipment

    Weakness(es):
    -- none w/ his armor on
    -- alcohol :p

    Height (in foot/inches): 6'1, (6'6 in armor)
    Weight (in pounds): 225 lbs. (425 lbs. in armor)
    Hair Color/Style: Black
    Eye Color: Blue
    Nationality (if applicable): American

    Faction/Team: Avengers; (Formerly) Force Works, Queen's Vengeance

    Clothing/Equipment: see picture below

    Bio: Anthony Stark, son of industrialist Howard Stark, demonstrated his mechanical aptitude and inventive genius at a very early age, enrolling in college electrical engineering program at the Massachusetts Institute of Technology at the age of 15. When he was 21, he inherited his father's business, Stark Industries, and within a few years turned it into a multimillion-dollar industry complex whose chief contracts were for weaponry and munitions for the U.S. government.

    Stark was sent to Vietnam to supervise a field test for one of his tranistorized weapons. While he was there Stark trip on a booby trap and a piece of shrapnel was lodged in his chest. The gravely injured Stark was taken captive by the Communist leader Wong-Chu, and was informed that within a week the shrapnel would penetrate his heart and kill them. Wong-Chu offered Stark at deal: if he built the Communist a powerful weapon, want to allow Stark to undergo an operation to save his life. Stark agreed, hoping to gain time and access to tools.

    Stark was given access to a small laboratory in communist territory with another captive, the renowned Oriental physicist Professor Ho Yinsen. With the incense help Stark designed and built an electrically powered suit of armor and equipped with heavy offensive weaponry. The armor also contained pacemaker like device which enables Stark's heart to keep beating after the shrapnel entered it. Donning the suit, Stark connected it to its power source, an electrical generator. Lying on a table Stark was helpless until the suit was fully charged. His captor, Wong-Chu, sensed something was amiss and came to investigate with armed men. Realizing he was sacrificing his life, Professor Ho Yinsen went out to confront Wong-Chu, to give Stark the extra time he needed to charge the armored suit fully. As the Iron Man Stark avenged Yinsens death and scattered Wong Chu's guerilla troops. Then, still clad in his armor, which was necessary to keep his heart beating, stark made his way to the jungle, trying to escape communist territory.

    James Rhodes, a pilot in the United States Marines who was stationed in South East Asia, had been shot down in the jungle nearby Communist rockets while he was on a reconnaissance mission. Rhodes managed to land safely and was attempting to get his helicopter air worthy when he encountered Iron Man. After Iron Man help Rhodes fight off an attack by communist forces, Rhodes allowed him to drain helicopters batteries to recharge his armor. The to attract to the jungle together, finally discovering a hidden Communist rocket base. Stealing an enemy helicopter, they destroyed the base and flew to the nearest American base.

    Back in the United States, Stark redesigned his chest plate, which contained a pacemaker like device, reducing the chest plates size and wait so he could wear it under his normal clothing. Required to wear the armor is just played at all times to keep his heart beating, Stark decided to put to rest of the armor to regular use as well. After redesigning the entire armored suit to match the letter ches
  23. -Jeb- Jedi Master

    Member Since:
    Feb 18, 2006
    star 4
    GM OOC: That'd be fine, but after you, I'll accept no more Non-Canon characters. We already have three. :p (Dark-Enigma, EmpireForever, and you)
  24. Ptolemy7 Jedi Knight

    Member Since:
    Mar 11, 2006
    star 2
    GM Approved

    Real Full Name: Jason Macendale
    Alias: The Hobgoblin
    Age: 25-26
    Gender: Male
    Species: Enhanced Human
    Powers/Abilities: All the strength and heightened intelligence of the goblin formula, plus extra from Kraven the Hunter's power-enhancing potions and cybernetic additions to his skeletal and muscular structure. He's supposedly skilled in hand to hand combat, and an excellent pilot.
    Weakness(es): A thirst for power (which kind of pervades the villains, no?)
    Height (in foot/inches): 6' 1"
    Weight (in pounds): 210 lbs
    Hair Color/Style: Black, buzzed cut.
    Nationality (if applicable): American
    Faction/Team: His own. Once, I think, he joined the Sinister Six.
    Clothing/Equipment: The Hobgoblin suit, with orange cape, mask, and boots. Goblin glider, boomerangs, pumpkin and ghost bombs, electric gloves, etc. The usual goblin paraphenalia
    Biography: When his methods became too extreme for the C.I.A., Macendale set himself up as a criminal-for-hire. As Jack O'Lantern, he tangled with Machine Man, Spider-Man and Silver Sable. Hired to be an enforcer for the Kingpin, Macendale joined the Rose and the original Hobgoblin. He and the Hobgoblin had a major falling out, however, when he refused to help the Hobgoblin chase down Spider-Man. This eventually led to Macendale's hiring the Foreigner to assassinate the Hobgoblin, at which point he took the Hobgoblin's equipment and criminal identity. He soon found he also inherited the Hobgoblin's enemies, Spider-Man and the second Green Goblin, Harry Osborn.
    Macendale's obsessive need for power led him to try and make a deal with the demon N'astirh, who had him possessed. He remained in this form for some time before achieving separation from the demonic entity in Web of Spiderman #85. The demonic entity, known as Demogoblin, was killed by Macendale when he got Kraven's formula powers. Having apparently learned nothing from the demon-blending experience, he underwent physical alteration during his tenure with Gaunt, allowing himself to be implanted with cybernetic devices.

    And yes, that was ripped off from a website; spiderfan.org in this case.
  25. -Jeb- Jedi Master

    Member Since:
    Feb 18, 2006
    star 4
    GM: Okay. I think that about sums it up. All we need is for our Co-GM, Dark-Enigma to post his Sheet, (and Chukles' Sheet if he sends it for approval), and I'll have the opening post up by tommorow afternoon. :)

    Sweet dreams until then, Ladies and Gents! :D
  26. Dark-Enigma Jedi Knight

    Member Since:
    Feb 8, 2006
    star 3
    Real Full Name: Howard Alexander
    Alias: Cloud
    Age: 25
    Gender: Male
    Species: Human
    Powers/Abilities: Cloud is able to leap long distances (approximately 100 yards is his limit). Other than that, he is completely normal, albeit he has a high intelligence level.
    Weakness(es): Generic human factors. Bullets pierce his skin, can't breathe underwater, etc.
    Height: 6' 2"
    Weight: 210 lbs.
    Hair Color/Style: Bald with a brown goatee.
    Nationality (if applicable): Caucasian
    Faction/Team: He is not affiliated with anyone, but is a mildly sinister being.
    Clothing/Equipment: Howard appears as a civilian, adorned with a white tee shirt that defines his muscular build and blue jeans with brown boots.
    Biography: Howard Alexander does not remember his past. He does not have the luxurious childhood memories that others have, thoughts of his nonexistent loving mother or his false willful father. He does not know why he doesn't remember these things, for a myriad of tests have concluded that he has no case of amnesia. It seems almost as if his memory was wiped until his earliest memory when he was twenty years old.

    And that memory is one he does not enjoy speaking of. But one memory is very fond to him - flying. Not levitating in the air, but jumping across the city, one giant leap after another. But his instincts are cruel and sinister. He is not the usual criminal who has dreams of taking over the world and ruling it under his hand, but he will not hesitate to eliminate the life of someone in his way. With his giant leaping abilities, he is able to outfly the police with relative ease.

    But why are his intentions evil? The purpose is simple. The way the world looks at his fellow abnormal beings should not be tolerated. They look down upon them, belittle them, and treat them as misfits who do not belong in "their" world. If only they understood...

    Struggling to regain his earlier memories, Howard continues to leap through his city, punishing the rapacious beings of Earth. The media, as his popularity continues to rise, refers to him as Cloud, for when he is using his ability, the clouds are his companions.
  27. Chukles38 Force Ghost

    Member Since:
    Jun 10, 2005
    star 5
    And, here is mny first villian in the TF.N rp'ing community. [face_devil]


    Real Full Name: Marcus Anthony Grober
    Alias: Dynamo
    Age: 28
    Gender: Male
    Species: Mutant

    Powers/Abilities: Control of electricity?this includes anything from turning on a TV to creating electrical storms that cover all of Chicago. Water has no effect on his powers. He can also create minor magnetic fields, due to his control of electrical forces.

    Weakness(es
    ): Unlike many villains, Marcus has a family?a wife and two children?whom he loves beyond anything. They have been utilized against him before, although he is very protective of them, and few are able to get to them. Dirt, baking soda, whatever can all stunt his electrical powers? pretty much if he is covered in anything that is incapable of conducting electricity.

    Height (in foot/inches): 5? 10?

    Weight (in pounds): 147

    Hair Color/Style: Black, cut to a short-ish style, but not extremely short.

    Nationality (if applicable): American

    Faction/Team
    : Rolling Thunder

    Clothing/Equipment: Marcus dresses in slacks, a tee-shirt, and a button up, short sleeve, colored shirt three fourths of the year. He wears nice shoes, and a belt.

    Dynamo dresses in a specially made dark-gray chest plate (Similar to Batman?s in Batman Begins in appearance). He wears a pair of slightly baggy black pants, and black boots. He also wears a black belt?of course?with a silver belt buckle. He wears nothing over his face. When he is posing as Dynamo, his skin turns a bright whitish blue, and his hair spikes up and turns white. His eyes become a pale, eerie whit and his skin crackles with electricity.

    Biography
    : Marcus was born to be a criminal. His family was the leader of a gang? quite a notorious one at that. They were the most powerful gang in Chicago. He grew up amongst the best criminals in the world. He learned how to steal, how to lie, how to kill, how to bribe, how to be a leader, and how to be ruthless.

    HI mutant powers made themselves manifest when he was three years old. They would occasionally make themselves manifest. By the time he was six, they would occur nearly all the time?lightning sparking from his body and electrical appliances going haywire. When he was nine, he had learned to suppress them until called upon, and to control them as he saw fit.

    He was surprisingly a natural leader and over-all criminal. He was given control of a small portion of the gang at the age of 19, and performed extremely well. However, a year later, his parents were killed. The gang was thrust into his hands. With his quick mind and his skills and unique powers, he quickly became the number one gang in Chicago. He literally ruled the city.

    However, he was not happy with just Chicago. He wanted the world. He realized that while his gang was suitable for Chicago, they could not take the world. When he was 21, he abandoned his gang, leaving them to die?which they did?and headed to New York City. There, he created his second identity?Ravager. He built up his criminal empire there, naming them Death?s Hand after a fabled villain in Chinese Mythology.

    His new organization quickly spread over New York, and well on its way to world domination, until he met a woman?the daughter of another crime boss?by the name of Jill Walker when he was 23 years old. He fell desperately in love with her, and after a short engagement, he proposed to her. Putting his plans for world domination aside for now, he turned his organization into the authorities and fled the city, settling in a small town in California.

    Over the next four years, he lived a quiet life. Jill and he had two children?a boy and a girl. He was almost content with his life. However, his desires for the world arose once again. He talked to Jill about it, and they decided that the time was right to begin his plans for world domination once again. They relocated to Chicago once again, where his name and face were now totally forgotten.

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  28. -Jeb- Jedi Master

    Member Since:
    Feb 18, 2006
    star 4
    GM NOTICE: I apologize for not keeping to my word about posting the opening to the RPG yesterday. I'm sure that you've all noticed, however, that the Forums have been a bit awry as of late which is why I couldn't find the opportunity to post. Also, I would like all opening posts In Character (IC) to be within 12:00pm and 3:00pm EST on Wednesday, March 22, 2019. And remember, Heroes/Neutrals/Anti-Heroes are free to roam as they wish. Villains, however, must begin at either a hideout, or base of HQ, etc. Now, without further adue, I'd like to finally start this thing!


    Peter Parker
    ~Daily Bugle - Manhattan, New York - 1:39pm~

    A gentle thud emitted from the small stack of photos that had been dropped on Jameson's desk. John, quickly, almost violently, snatched them up, bringing them unnecessarily close to his face for inspection. There was no need, as Peter already knew the response that would soon leave JJ's mouth. Parker mimicked Jameson, albeit secretly, as he gave his two cents on each individual photo.

    "Crap."

    "Crap."

    "Ultra Crap."

    "Mega Crap."


    "Need I say more? 200, for the lot.", sneered Jameson through his teeth, clutching a cigar between them, as he pulled out his checkbook and began to write a deposit. Peter laid a hand calmly over John's somewhat cluttered desk. "300, or you don't get anything. I've got rent due, and I need to buy groceries for my aunt."

    "Fine.", blurted out the obviously aggrivated newspaper editor, crossing the '2' over with '3'. He finished signing the check and handed it hesitantly to Peter, who snatched it away much like how his boss had snatched his photos. They were the typical deal, a compilation of random photos of Peter's alter-ego doing everything from swinging across Manhattan, to stopping petty thieves from breaking into a corner-store for easy cash or stealing a woman's purse.

    Parker eyed the check before looking over to John with a cheesy smile over his face, "Thanks, Mr. Jameson!". "Yeah whatever. Got anything else? No? Then get out!", barked JJ, waving his hand fiercely, motioning for Parker to leave his office...

    --------------

    Peter stepped through the double-doors of the Daily Bugle, making his way outside to the busy streets of Manhattan. He straightened his jacket and made a bee-line for a nearby hotdog stand. He ordered the usual - mustard and relish with a touch of mayo and a can of Sprite - and began to chow down.

    Screeeeeeeeeeee! Vroooooooooooom!!

    Wee-ooo, weee-oooo, weeeeee-oooooo!!!


    Parker felt a sharp tingling in his temples as his Spider Sense reacted to the screeching noise of what was obviously a rabid cop-chase down one of Manhattan's many avenues. This was trouble. Not only were the cops and suspected criminal in danger, but any unattentive civilian could easily get run over.

    Peter reacted with lightning-fast reflexes, dropping his lunch and racing down to a nearby alley as a crowd of bystanders began to form, witnessing the intense chase...

    TAG: No one../>
  29. Chukles38 Force Ghost

    Member Since:
    Jun 10, 2005
    star 5
    IC: Marcus Grober
    Wendsday, March 22, 2019: 1:00 P.M. EST
    Chicago


    Marcus sat on his couch, watching the news. The news was filled with murders, muggings, robberies, assaults, gang wars... all too beautiful. Rolling Thunder was doning its work well. He ddin't even need to be behind the reigns that often to keep it going. He chose to remain behind the reigns whenever possible however. He turned off the TV and took his legs from off the coffee table, sitting up on the comfortable couch. He started pulling on his shoes. As he was in the process of this, his four year old son--Gregory--came up to him, tears almost forming in his eyes. Marcus stopped what he was doing. He looked at him with concern on his face, and said, "What's wrong Greg?"

    In a small, voice strained by sadness, Gregory replied, "My game ran out of batteries." Tears came into his eyes. Gregory stuck out hs hand, his game in his grasp. Trying not to laugh, and managing to keep a sincere face, Marcus took the game from him. he popped open the battery slot nad removed the batteris. He held them between his thumb and fore-finger, verticly, and gazed at them, as if studying them. A faint blue light pulsed inside the tips of his fingers. With a smile, he looked at Gregory.

    "They aren't dead. Here, try them." Gregory sullenly put the batteries into his game, and turned it on. It worked. His face lit up ecstatically, and he ran off to play. Laughing to himself, Marcus finished pulling onhis shoes and stood. He went to the elevator of the penthouse, opened the door, entered, pressed the main floor button, and was gone.

    ______________________________________________________________________________________

    Fifteen minutes later, Marcus stepped into the sewers beneath the city of Chicago. He was no longer dressed in his normal clothes. Instead, he wore his "working suit"... he was now Dynamo. Dynamo lit his face up, so to speak, and entered the main chamber. Despite the fact that it was hidden in the sewers, it was not nearly as misrably nasty as the surrounding environment. In fact, the interior was almost lavish. The smells of the scum of Chicago were not present, and his henchmen and leaders were relaxing in easy comfort. The whole of Illinoise was run here. Dynamo had plans to expand past the Mississippi and into Indiana, Michigan, and Kentucky. Things were going well.

    He stepped into his office. His second in command, John, was waiting for him. He started to rise, but Dynamo gestured him back down. "What do you have for me?" Dynamo asked, his voice strange and almost distant.

    "Well, we have a new one in the state. Has the power to... uh...... fly or something like that. We don't know what exactly it is called." Dynamo has a strick policy of knowing what is going on in his territory. He likes to know what people... particularly those with extraordinary powers... enter into his domain.

    "Very well. Turn him, or kill him. You know the drill."

    "yes sir." John rose and left the office, closing the door behind him. Dynamo sat behind his desk and logged onto his computer.

    TAG: None in particular
  30. Dark-Enigma Jedi Knight

    Member Since:
    Feb 8, 2006
    star 3
    IC: Howard Alexander/Cloud
    Manhattan, New York: 1:38 PM

    Howard walked along the sidewalk of Manhattan among a myriad of people who were taking lunch breaks from work, making a pizza delivery, or just taking a long stroll in the city. Either way, Howard paid them no attention as he wore large sunglasses over his eyes, protecting his identity as the thief who robbed the jewelry store two days earlier. But he wasn't stupid, for he planted evidence that pointed to a petty criminal who only did small-time jobs. But still, one could not be too cautious.

    Turning into an alleyway that separated the walls of two large brick buildings, Howard unintentionally bumped himself into a police officer. Keeping his face low and concealed as best he could without appearing suspicious, he uttered a faint, "Excuse me, officer."

    "Where ye goin' in such a 'urry?" the officer asked. Howard could have been mistaken, but he thought he sniffed a faint scent of alcohol on the officer's breath.

    "I was just heading home, you know," Howard hesitated. What was he to do? This officer obviously was not going to let him by without a legitimate explanation. Coming home from buying groceries? No, he didn't have any groceries. Taking a walk? No, men like him didn't take walks. This would be difficult. "My wife's waiting, my baby girl's sick."

    "Aww, is ye li'l daughter sick? Well ye pathetic excuse fer a man, ye just added a li'l more pain to my 'ere should'r. So now, I'm a gonna add a li'l more pain to yer face!" The tall and fat officer ungainly took a punch at Howard's face, which was dodged quite easily. Howard didn't take well to threats, and leaned on his left foot, kicking the drunk officer with his right. The fallen officer with a now broken and bloody nose picked up his radio. "Backup need'd, got us 'ere a troublemak'r."

    A crooked cop. Howard was now faced with a dilemma. Flee now and avoid the police? Or give this drunk what he rightfully deserved? The latter seemed the best choice in his mind, and he sprinted over to the policeman, and while rushing past, kicked his nose with the toe of his steeltoe boot. Hearing a loud yelp of pain, Howard did not look back as he sprinted to the end of the alleyway, the sunlight returning to his vision, and jumped as loud screeches of police cars could be heard behind him. He leaped, seventy yards per jump, and continued doing so. Howard was now Cloud, the criminal of Manhattan, wanted by her citizens, hated by her lawmen.


    Tag: Spidey
  31. Ptolemy7 Jedi Knight

    Member Since:
    Mar 11, 2006
    star 2
    IC: Hobgoblin

    Hobby had formulated what he considered to be his most brilliant scheme yet (which was saying a lot, as he had had roughly 500 similar plans in the past few months). For years, he had admired the powers and skills of the various heroes throughout New York, but, for the same amount of time, sneered at the heroes themselves. Incredible abilities, amazing abilities, but what did they do with them? Nothing! How pathetic. How stupid. These "heroes" were quite undeserving of their innate gifts.
    But back to Hobby's brilliant master-plan. Many of his enemies, he knew, had gained their paranormal powers through the miracle of science. Therefore, they knew quite well how to give their strengths to others! It subsequently followed that all he needed to do was capture one, force him to talk, and Hobby would have even more power than ever before! The idea that he might lose was inconceivable; obviously, he was greater than any of them; it was sheer bad luck that he had been defeated by Spider-man and others so many times. Just bad luck.
    So, for the last few days, Hobby had been causing destruction and mayhem wherever he went. Sooner or later, he knew, the heroes would come. And when they did...Hobby, who was at this very moment pulling on his long orange cloak, laughed long and shrilly. He stopped suddenly. Perhaps a bit too shrill, actually. Hobby tried again, this time adding a bit more cackle. Ahh, much better. His laugh was quite important; his trademark.
    Hobby pulled on his mask, goblin bag, and boots (he had a bit of trouble with the boots; he had just added some new machinery, and they were perhaps a tad tight around the ankles) before striding over to his mirror. He adopted several impressive poses, laughing in a dozen different manners. Finally satisfied, he headed over to his glider launcher, slid his boots into the grooves, and took off toward a dark circle in the concrete ceiling. As he flew, Hobby entered a code into a small watch-like device on his wrist. A trapdoor in the middle of a back alley swung upwards, knocking over a dumpster with a loud clang. Laughing maniacally, Hobby blasted forth into the night. Fear and confusion. That was the key. Fear and confusion.

    TAG: Any hero
  32. Chukles38 Force Ghost

    Member Since:
    Jun 10, 2005
    star 5
    IC: Dynamo

    Dynamo logged off his computer. He ahd checked in at the enrgy company, and all was well. Now, time to turn his attention back to expansion. He leaned back in his chair, tapping his fingers together lgihtly. He needed more men. That was the key. He now easily ran the whole of Illinoise, but more men would be required if he was to exanpd much farther. He quickly sent an e-mail to John. It iread; Recruit more men. Not jsut anybody. You knwo the drill.

    When he clicke dthe send button, he heard a shout from his waiting room. It was his secretary. "Boss!! Check the news!!!" Aggrivated yet intrigued, he glanced at the TV and it turned on. On it was a news stroy--current, up to the second coverage--of a cop chase throug downtown New York City. New York always intrigued him, as he had lvoed it there while he had stayed there. A man was leaping incredible distances and managing to keep ahead of the police cars chasing him. A thought began to take form in Dynamo's mind. He watched with undying interest.

    TAG: None
  33. whiteeagle Force Ghost

    Member Since:
    Dec 24, 2004
    star 6
    IC: Tony Stark/ Ironman
    Stark Tower, Wendsday, March 22, 2019: 2:45 PM

    Tony Stark looked down from his office. Down at the city. At the civilians. The ones he has sworn to protect.

    "They'll never be completely safe. They'll always be somebody, someone trying to take over..." Tony though to himself.

    Tony looked around and walked toward a cabinet. As he opened he took one bottle and a drinking glass. He opened the bottle and poured the light brownish drink into the glass. Then he proceeded to drink.

    "I really should stop." Tony thought to himself staring at the empty glass.

    Then Tony washed his face, straightened his suit and tie. As soon as he was getting ready to leave his office he took one finally look at the busy city, sighed, put on his overcoat and left. Another day at the office...

    TAG: No one..
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