Johnny Blaze
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Sorry for the hold up, JB. Writing a response now.
No rush, man. Figured you were busy with real life ****, so it's all good.
Sorry for the hold up, JB. Writing a response now.
I was completely oblivious to this thread that Hound started...anyone else check it out?
http://forums.superherohype.com/showthread.php?p=17786220#post17786220
lol, great post Rain. I love what you're doing with Dummy.
Thanks. I'm basically having him cause random acts of havoc until I can think of an actual story for him![]()
Was looking at Kensei, and decided to fix the face and add a sword to him. I knew the microhero looked weird and finally figured out why:
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I will make a weapon for the green armored dude I made for that poster's arc as well for kicks.
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Tis cool, I'll work around it.For the record I read your post Hound55, but since you didn't have Fontaine find where Michael was within the base I didn't acknowledge it. Simply cause as you can see I was going to have Michael leave right away.
You betcher ass this is approved!Character you have created: Benjamin Stephen Blackfoot
Alias: SuperFerret
Speech Color (Actually say what you're using, don't go "Like this", or what not): Comic Sans Dark Orange Bold
Character Alignment: Hero/Walking the Line
Identity: Secret (as of right now)
Character Personality (Give information on how your character acts, what he/she believes in, how they handle situations): Generally a nice, down to earth type of guy, Ben has been through quite a bit in the last year, and now has a tendency to be bitter. Confused with his place in the world, who hell become is a bigger question mark than its ever been.
Uniform/costume:![]()
With this logo in stead of the \F/:![]()
Origin Info/Details: Ben is an iktisanthrope (what you would call a wereweasel), and has been since birth. Hes always been able to change his physical shape into that of a humanoid weasel, and hes always had an empathic link with animals of all varieties. It might be for these abilities that he was abducted a year ago. His captors performed experiments on him, enhancing his physical and mental abilities beyond what he was previously capable of.
Hero Type (Select one): Psychic/Supernatural
Power Level (Select one below): 2. City Level (Ex. Spider-Man, Cyclops)
NOTE: Having only one or two powers does not automatically make a character a level 2. The levels reflect how powerful the powers themselves are, not only the variety. A level 3 may be more powerful then a level 4. These levels serve to show where your powerful hero operates, as heroes this powerful may be cosmic wonderers or Earth-bound. Also, Game Masters will be wary of approving level 3 or 4 characters. An extremely well-thought out and great sample post will be needed to be approved for a high level character. Your post should be as powerful as your character.
Powers (Be Specific):
- Enhanced Strength, Agility and Durability: Id say its roughly at Spider-Mans level of each. These are only fully effective in his human-weasel hybrid form, hes only half as strong, fast and durable in his human form.
- Primal Telepathy: Hes able to read the thoughts of all other animals (including humans and any other species that fall in the Animal Kingdom), but only receives information in visual form (he cant hear your thoughts, but anything you picture in your mind will be able to be detected). Similarly, he can send visual thoughts as communication. He also can use this ability to command animals (here is where those animals with human-like intelligence are excluded) to do his bidding.
- Primal Empathy: Hes able to sense the emotions of all other animals (including humans and any other species that fall in the Animal Kingdom), as well as physical sensations such as pleasure or pain. Similarly, he can broadcast such emotions and sensations and cause others to experience them.
- Weasel Senses: Like all weasels, Ben has an extremely well-developed olfactory sense (roughly 50 times as sensitive as a humans). His senses of sight and hearing are also beyond those of a normal human (roughly 10 times better). He also has a tapetum lucidum in his eyes, which helps him see well in dim light and also causes his eyes to give off a greenish glow (like in most non-human animals, though its commonly associated with deer and cats).
- Regeneration: Ben can heal roughly 10 times faster from normal injuries than a normal human.
Attributes (Select one at each category):
Strength Level: 10 tons.
Speed/Reaction Timing Level: 30 MPH.
Endurance at MAXIMUM Effort: 4 hours.
Agility: 15X Human level.
Intelligence: Average/Genius (Id say he falls between these two. Fairly Smart would be ideal, say around Nightwings intelligence.)
Fighting Skill: Untrained/Trained (Fights instinctually, like an animal. Hes not trained, but hes not bumbling in combat.)
Resources: Minimal/Average (Hell start off dirt poor, but I plan on getting him a job. Hopefully, you never know with this economy.)
Weakness: Like all were-creatures, Ben has a severe allergy to silver. He can touch silver plated objects with his skin with no ill effects, but touching pure silver causes him pain. If a silver plated object pierces his skin, it will cause him extreme pain, but not do any more harm than normal. If a pure silver object pierces his skin, not only will it cause him enough agony to possibly cause him to pass out, it will do more harm than a similar wound would as well as take far longer to heal.
Supporting Characters:
- Jill Winstead-Adams: Bens former girlfriend, now married and pregnant with another mans child. Thought Ben was dead since he disappeared.
- Diane Blackfoot: Bens mother. Never truly believed that her son was dead while he was missing, even though a funeral was held. Is human, Bens iktisanthropy comes from his fathers side of his lineage.
- Detective Freddie Adams: Jills husband. NYPD Homicide Detective. Doesnt like Bens reappearance in Jills life.
List a few reasons why you've created that character:
- Ive had this character for almost as long as Ive been posting under the name of SuperFerret.
- I like the idea of a bestial superhero.
- I felt like it.
What can you bring to the RPG?:
- A champion of all animals, not just humanity.
- A superhero whos not afraid to be proactive or go against the norms of society.
- Ferrety goodness.
- Cookies.
Do you know how to post pictures on the hype boards?: See my costume above.
Sample Post (Minimum Four paragraphs containing dialogue):
Pain.
All I know is pain. Pain and darkness. Pain and muffled voices in the darkness. I have no idea how long its been since Ive felt anything else but pain and seen anything else but darkness and heard anything else but muffled voices. There are scents though.
The smells.
The smells Ill never forget. The antiseptic smell of a medical facility. Two men and a woman, doctors probably. More like torturers with all the agony Im feeling. One of the men wears a bad cologne, the other sweats a lot. The woman comes around rarely, but with her I can tell that Ive been here for at least two months. Twice shes come into wherever I am while on her period. Two months, at least, she comes in so infrequently that it could be longer.
Its probably longer.
And then theres the ever-present smell of blood. My blood.
The voices become clearer. The two men are standing over me. Sweaty seems to be sweating more than usual, and I find myself trying to seek out the scent of Colognes awful perfume.
His wounds are closing faster than I can suture them. Sweaty says, I can tell because his voice comes from the direction of the body odor. He sounds fat, probably why he sweats so damn much.
It. Cologne says, his voice a sneer, Its wounds are closing. Dont talk about this like its a person. And its wounds always do that. Of all the improvements weve made on this subject, its rate of regeneration is the one aspect that didnt need it.
Someone enters. Its the woman, she smells nice today. Reminds me of Jill. The pain is subsiding, I can focus a bit more. Doesnt seem so dark either.
The physical procedures have been completed gentlemen, she says, sounds like a real *****, its time to start the indoctrination procedures. Indoctrination?
Suddenly, I can see. Kinda. I see myself, lying naked on a steel table in a small room with white tiles and puke green walls. Two men, one fat (Sweaty, most likely), stand on either side of me, dressed in white lab coats, their faces obscured by surgical masks. Blood, my blood, covers their clothes.
I realize that Im seeing through the eyes of the woman.