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Aerial City, a beautiful utopia painted silver by bustling architecture and green by its appealing woodlands full of free roaming wildlife. The city was known for its animal magnetism and foreigner attraction. What would bring them to this megalopolis was the everyday peace that was ensured and protected by what some would call "vigilantes" and others would entitle "SUPERHEROES".
From a day to day standpoint, extraordinary people would rise to emergency situations to protect the common man. This population was influential to many and very popularized by the evolving media. They were on all news channels despite their desire to remained unmasked. Despite the title, not all of these heroes had extraordinary abilities. Some were also common folk who decided to undertake alter egos and do what the ACPD were unable to. Most would take no sort of payment for their good deeds, not even recognition. These types of heroes were more than good, they were the world's finest.
In response of the rise of heroes, villains of all sorts sprouted to take down these good doers. With the sole mission of eradicating the protectors of Aerial City, many of these criminals grouped together to fight in numbers. Of course, there were also the lawbreakers that simply stuck to smaller crimes, but the bigger felons were always on the look out. Like stated before though, Aerial City was at peace on a daily basis, which is due to the overwhelming strength of said superheroes. The villains of Aerial City were not match for the crime fighters and their organization known today as The Guard of Aerial.
From a day to day standpoint, extraordinary people would rise to emergency situations to protect the common man. This population was influential to many and very popularized by the evolving media. They were on all news channels despite their desire to remained unmasked. Despite the title, not all of these heroes had extraordinary abilities. Some were also common folk who decided to undertake alter egos and do what the ACPD were unable to. Most would take no sort of payment for their good deeds, not even recognition. These types of heroes were more than good, they were the world's finest.
In response of the rise of heroes, villains of all sorts sprouted to take down these good doers. With the sole mission of eradicating the protectors of Aerial City, many of these criminals grouped together to fight in numbers. Of course, there were also the lawbreakers that simply stuck to smaller crimes, but the bigger felons were always on the look out. Like stated before though, Aerial City was at peace on a daily basis, which is due to the overwhelming strength of said superheroes. The villains of Aerial City were not match for the crime fighters and their organization known today as The Guard of Aerial.
But unfortunately, this was until now...........
The current story of AC (Aerial City) is this:
A traveling dark magician named Mercy has risen to battle The Guard. Her powers seemed uncontrollable at first, giving her the power to overwhelm the city's protectors. She had the ability to summon an army of shadow figures with the traits of villains like Hatch, an inhuman with super strength and invulnerability and Drak, a female immortal vampire that is currently locked up in a high security superhuman prison created by the Guard.
Anyhow, these summoned shadow figures all have different abilities - but all sworn by Mercy to destroy The Guard and claim Aerial City her own. Her ultimate mission was to conquer the entire Earth and create a damnation of dark magic and terror. What she did not expect was the strength of The Guard of Aerial. The veteran heroes found the strength and courage to defeat Mercy's forces of evil, perishing them back to the shadow realm. This left Mercy vulnerable for attack, as she was surrounded by Aerial's mightiest heroes.
"You will not defeat me. I shall not allow it!!" Mercy howled in fear as her walls closed in and capture seemed inevitable. Her blue flamed hair grew darker, becoming a shade of black. Her eyes soon followed, the light's reflection disappearing as her eyes became solid coal.
"You will not win this day demon. Please, give up and we must not battle," the leader of The Guard spoke. This man was known none other than as Templar. He seemed to be a giant being, seven feet in height and weighing roughly three hundred and twenty pounds without his armor. The leader had no superhuman abilities outside of his enchanted armor - an indestructible piece of metal given to him by God the stories say.
Others also surrounded, many veteran heroes preventing Mercy from sending out another invasion of shadow figures. She seemed to stand absolutely no chance - even news reporters came out of hiding and began to broadcast the event nationwide.
"Give up," Templar would repeat, starting towards her as he prepared to finish the battle and take Mercy into custody. But! He was not prepared for what came next.
"By the power of Ragnarok and Belphegor I curse you all and every adult to the shadow realm!!! Enzenphen-asecon-maheprot-ahaz!!" she enchanted, clapping her hands firmly together as a giant void appeared in the center of the sky. Slowly Templar's feet started to levitate off the ground, his eyes widening underneath his helmet. He looked towards his teammates as they also followed suit, being sucked in by the large void overhead.
"Hold firm brothers! Aura, your magic!" he instructed, attempting to get his teammate to use her abilities against that of Mercy's. The woman instead shook her head in disbelief as her super powers were not taking effect. Mercy laughed at their inability to cope with the situation, her dark magic finally triumphant over the heroes of AC. Her plan all along had been to lower the leaders to one location and lock them in a circle of ancient scripts. Aura had not noticed the evident magic binding circle, hindering her abilities and anyone in it except for the caster.
"YOU LOSE!" she shouted victoriously as she stared at the squandering heroes who floated towards a self locking dimension. Once again her shadow figures crawled out of the ground in which they were hiding and started destroying what seemed to be empty streets.
Little did she know her spell had not affected effected every hero...........
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A traveling dark magician named Mercy has risen to battle The Guard. Her powers seemed uncontrollable at first, giving her the power to overwhelm the city's protectors. She had the ability to summon an army of shadow figures with the traits of villains like Hatch, an inhuman with super strength and invulnerability and Drak, a female immortal vampire that is currently locked up in a high security superhuman prison created by the Guard.
Anyhow, these summoned shadow figures all have different abilities - but all sworn by Mercy to destroy The Guard and claim Aerial City her own. Her ultimate mission was to conquer the entire Earth and create a damnation of dark magic and terror. What she did not expect was the strength of The Guard of Aerial. The veteran heroes found the strength and courage to defeat Mercy's forces of evil, perishing them back to the shadow realm. This left Mercy vulnerable for attack, as she was surrounded by Aerial's mightiest heroes.
"You will not defeat me. I shall not allow it!!" Mercy howled in fear as her walls closed in and capture seemed inevitable. Her blue flamed hair grew darker, becoming a shade of black. Her eyes soon followed, the light's reflection disappearing as her eyes became solid coal.
"You will not win this day demon. Please, give up and we must not battle," the leader of The Guard spoke. This man was known none other than as Templar. He seemed to be a giant being, seven feet in height and weighing roughly three hundred and twenty pounds without his armor. The leader had no superhuman abilities outside of his enchanted armor - an indestructible piece of metal given to him by God the stories say.
Others also surrounded, many veteran heroes preventing Mercy from sending out another invasion of shadow figures. She seemed to stand absolutely no chance - even news reporters came out of hiding and began to broadcast the event nationwide.
"Give up," Templar would repeat, starting towards her as he prepared to finish the battle and take Mercy into custody. But! He was not prepared for what came next.
"By the power of Ragnarok and Belphegor I curse you all and every adult to the shadow realm!!! Enzenphen-asecon-maheprot-ahaz!!" she enchanted, clapping her hands firmly together as a giant void appeared in the center of the sky. Slowly Templar's feet started to levitate off the ground, his eyes widening underneath his helmet. He looked towards his teammates as they also followed suit, being sucked in by the large void overhead.
"Hold firm brothers! Aura, your magic!" he instructed, attempting to get his teammate to use her abilities against that of Mercy's. The woman instead shook her head in disbelief as her super powers were not taking effect. Mercy laughed at their inability to cope with the situation, her dark magic finally triumphant over the heroes of AC. Her plan all along had been to lower the leaders to one location and lock them in a circle of ancient scripts. Aura had not noticed the evident magic binding circle, hindering her abilities and anyone in it except for the caster.
"YOU LOSE!" she shouted victoriously as she stared at the squandering heroes who floated towards a self locking dimension. Once again her shadow figures crawled out of the ground in which they were hiding and started destroying what seemed to be empty streets.
Little did she know her spell had not affected effected every hero...........
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Daryl Henderson//Night Rider - Two Hours Before the Invasion
"YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEHHHHHHHHHHHHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAWWWW!!!" Daryl yelled, expressing his joy as he rode a giant brown bull in the middle of an empty arena. He held on to the rope, applying pressure with his thighs to the side of the crazed animal. His other hand held his hat firmly on his head, the cowboy in him coming out like no other time before.
"Let's get out of here Daryl, we ain't suppose to be here!" his little brother Jerry called from the sidelines behind the protective gate. The boy was a little cowardly nerd with bad hair and little remaining vision. Unfortunately they didn't have enough money to buy him any glasses at the time because they were spent on his braces. At this point he was the mirror image of what society labeled dorks or dweebs. Daryl didn't mind his little brother though, he aspired to be like him actually - just a little bit more fun though.
"Daryl run!" Jerry called out after old Daryl fell off the large mammal and into the stiff sands.
"Oh snaps!" Daryl cursed as the bull started towards him horns first. Quickly, alias Night Rider, rushed right back onto his feet and sprinted towards the gates. "Open Open!" he'd call out to Jerry who struggled to get the large gate unlocked. Noticing the kid's inability to bust the darn fence aside, Daryl took a deep right turn and ran towards the audience entryways, also protected by a rusty metal long gate. Without stopping, the young wannabe cowboy took a huge leap and managed to climb the fence before being mauled on by some long and sharp bullhorns. He sat on the very top smiling at his brother from afar.
"Old timer almost got me ain't he Jerry?"
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Broadcast
"What the-" Daryl damned at the scattering television channel. He was having Christian - another younger brother - play with the antenna in attempt to get a good picture. "Left Chris, left."
On the pitching sound television, The Guard of Aerial were being broadcasted by every single cable channel available. The problem was, they didn't appear to be winning the battle that was being shown. First thought in Daryl's mind was that this had to be a hoax. He was watching his girl Crush and boy Templar levitating in the sky into what appeared to be a giant black whole. The camera man was even being sucked in as the image followed the heroes.
"You okay Daryl?" Christian asked his older brother, the expression on the kid's face worrying the nearby family members. Quickly and with haste, Daryl jumped off the ripped up couch and ran towards his room. He put on his dark boots and leather coat and ran towards the front door afterwards. "Tell mom I've gone out!" he shouted on his way outside. Christian followed suit and watched his brother get on the Harley bike they got from the neighbor that passed away.
"You know mom doesn't like you riding that thang till' you get your license," Christian worried - a worry that went unnoticed by Daryl as he revved the engine loudly and started riding through the dirty trailer park and into action. He stopped where he couldn't be seen and put on the rest of his face-covering attire, holstered his weapons and began the chase for justice.
"I'm comin' you evil witch."
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