((Once again sorry for the semi-late post... '-.-))
Name: Nick Stone
Nickname: Spirit
Age: 15
Gender: Male
Affiliation: Neutral
Power: Electrical Manipulation
Health: 100/100
Stamina: 100/100
Hunger: 100/100
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Description: 5 Foot 4
Bio: He has been known to be a trouble maker with his friend Ryan Delton, He got his powers when he was plugging in a computer and got his finger stuck in the outlet 546 Volts of electricity went through him.
Personality: Is intelligent and has common Sense, Likes Cats, Has acrophobia (Fear of heights) He is also very Charismatic.
Honor: 8/10
Reputation: 5/10
Fame: Relatively Unknown
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Money: $500
Clothing: Grey stained Jeans, T-Shirt with a skull, Black Boots.
Weapons: Rusted Magnum
Equipment: None
Aid: None
Other: None
"What happened was, you signed a deal. And who I am is not important. However, what is important is whether or not the serum's side effects took effect on you or not. So tell me, do you remember what has happened in the past few days or do you have a lack of memory there?"
Name: Charlie Hewitt
Nickname: None
Age: 24
Gender: Male
Affiliation: Hero
Power: Biological structure manipulation
Health: 92/100
Stamina: 90/100
Hunger: 95/100
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Description: 6'1, scrawny, black hair, blue eyes, pale skin
Bio: Charlie was originally a US Marine, straight out of Germantown, Pennsylvania. However, half of his unit was killed during a surprise attack. A suicide bomber had exploded on the gate killing four men. A large group of hostiles had entered through the gate, causing a large fire-fight. Afterwards, Charlie was nearly killed, and injected with the antibody to save his life.
Personality: Good-natured, talkative, easily-angered, (gotta love those Germans) and he doesn't like snobs or brats.
Honor: 0
Reputation: 2
Fame: 2
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Money: $500
Clothing: Black hoodie, black jeans, black shoes.
Weapons: None
Equipment: None
Aid: None
Other: None
Now's not the time to take pictures on a crumbling apartment going "OMG, THERE GOES MY APARTMENT LULZ" on Facebook.
((Your impression of the average American is frickin' hilarious XP))
You do so, leaving the scene as the apartment topples. You are able to find your way to the nearest police station, and as you enter with the stranger on your shoulder, the man at the reception counter stands up, asking, "Why are you here? Who is that?"
Name: Blue Wing
Nickname: Blue
Age: 18
Gender: Male
Affiliation: Neutral
Power: Animal communication
Health: 100/100
Stamina: 85/100
Hunger: 90/100
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Description: Short, skinny, light, long black hair, Black eyes.
Bio: he was always nice and friendly but somehow also different. didnt have a good relationship with his family and was considered the black sheep. hopes to find some friends he can love and trust.
Personality: Gentle, shy, quiet, calm, likes animals and nature. Different from most people and even though he's friendly, he bonds better with animals.
Honor: 0
Reputation: 0
Fame: 0
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Money: $500
Clothing: T-shirt, jeans
Weapons: None
Equipment: None
Aid: None
Other: None
Looking around the room, seeing that it is really more like a pub or bar than a lounge. There's nice furniture and plenty of entertainment, but the environment is quite rowdy, and the smell of alcohol is potent, accompanied by the laughter and loud talking of semi-drunk men. However, looking more close, you see some of the people doing some unusual things: one man is shuffling a card of decks in thin air without the use of hands or anything, talking to the man across from him casually. Another man is using only one hand in order to crush some cement blocks without showing any effort, provoking cheers and laughter from the men around him. Looking more around the room, you see that other people are also doing similar...unnatural, feats. The man from earlier comes back to you. "Alright, come on. Time to talk to the new best friend you'll ever have."
Name: Alan White
Nickname: Shadow knight
Age: 17
Gender: Male
Affiliation: Hero
Power: The ability to transform into a knight, raven and wolf. He also has the weapon the knights use (Sword/shield, or bow/quiver)
Health: 100/100
Stamina: 100/100
Hunger: 100/100
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Description: 5"4, lean, 140, brown, bluish-green, Caucasian skin
Bio: Alan was a normal teen-age boy who found him self in the wrong place at the wrong time. He was living in Washington state at the time before he got his ability to transform. He was walking home from his old job at McDonald's when he was grabbed by the military. He was gagged and blinded-folded and throw into the back of the military hummer, where they drove to a undisclosed location. They inject the anti-body into him and put him in a cell, to wait for the effects to activate. When the effect to hold they came back and saw a wolf in the cell, they were about to call him a fail when a doctor said he changed again. They went back to the cell and saw a raven in the there. After that they decided to wait to see what else he would do an he did his third transformation, where they saw a knight in black and silver armor in the cell. But this form had weapons which were us to escape. Now he is living New York, hoping to forget what had happened to him.
Personality: Kind, smart, honorable, hate those you endanger the defenseless.
Honor: 0
Reputation: 0
Fame: 0
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Money: $500
Clothing: Black shirt, Black jeans, running shoes.
Weapons: Pocket knife (for use when he is not in any of his forms)
Equipment: Flash light, black leather wallet, a watch.
Aid: None
Other: Car keys, DS
The man laughs. "Why you sure are nice! And now if you hate killers, then I think you might like the proposition I have for you. And if you're refering to these idiots," He looks around at the dead bodies around him, "Well, they don't matter. Only humans, you know. You should understand, Alan
Name: Zinnaora Pendragon
Nickname: Dark Lady Wolf (Heroic title) or Zin(by friends and family)
Age: 23
Gender: Female
Affiliation: Hero
Power: Shadow/darkness manipulation
Health: 85/100
Stamina: 70/100
Hunger: 75/100
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Description: She is of average height and weight for a 23 year old. She is built like a man when it comes to the muscles and shoulders. She has black hair that is wavy and kept short. Her eyes are a midnight blue and her skin has the color of someone who loves to be outdoors.
Bio: Zinnaora's mom is a human, and her dad comes from a long line of knights. Neither parent expected their daughter to be born with powers. This made growing up hard for not only was Zinnaora teased for obvious things but also for her powers. This drove her to be the hero that she is now. Zinnaora has been fighting evil for the last six years under the name of Dark Lady Wolf.
Personality: Loyal, easy to anger, playful, quiet, smart
Honor: 0
Reputation: 0
Fame: 0
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Money: $175
Clothing: Tan hiking boots, camouflaged shirt and pants (w/ a simple leather belt), a necklace that has the fang of a wolf on it and a cross
Weapons: Antique samurai sword, pepper spray, pocket knife, switchblade
Equipment: 5 ft. of rope
Aid: None
Other: None
You do so. They all start to pay attention to you, and a few hiss, but they do not come after you, instead simply halting their activities.
Name: Jericho Williams
Nickname: Drago
Age: 26
Gender: Male
Affiliation: Neutral
Power: Heightened stamina, senses, strength and agility.
Health: 100/100
Stamina: 95/100
Hunger: 90/100
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Description: Normal stature, muscular, black hair, shaved.
Bio: Found in the desert by an ex soldier at the age of two, Drago grew up in the Arena, a trading post and a place where most mercenaries, or men looking to flee from justice, rest and occasionally battle in brutal pit fights for money. He, thanks to the training of his adoptive father Dante, became one of the best fighters and mercenaries of the city. He got his powers after a revolution against the former governor, due to being the test subject of an experimental serum.
Personality: Always joking and taking things in a non-serious manner. He's the type of guy that would punch Death just to laugh at it's face.
Honor: 0
Reputation: 0
Fame: 0
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Money: $487
Clothing: Sunglasses, black leather jacket with a blue shirt under. Jeans and boots.
Weapons: Betty [A modified revolver capable of shooting 10 .308 rounds per magazine at a quick rate](10/10)
Equipment: None
Aid: None
Other: None
You do so. You get to a small weapons store, and see that it contains quite a collection of weaponry. Prominent is a display of many various guns, both commonly public and military-issue firearms. However, you are informed that you need specific licenses to own many of these. You also find quite a collection of knives and even a few swords, along with a handful of compound bows and some smaller, more unique weapons such as brass knuckles, ninja stars, specialized grenades, and various martial arts weapons.