The Golden Age (Superhero Roleplay OCC & Sign Ups)

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Intro




"The Golden Age, That's what the new generation of superheroes deem it. We just called it the 40's, The first boom of Superheroes(and Villains) appeared around that time. The boom was World wide but mostly in America, The cultural melting pot. The spike in superpowered individuals was sometime at the beginning of the world war 2. I remember hearing about the terrifying things that came to light once the fighting was over. The Nazi War Machines, Super Soldiers, Death Camps and other atrocities committed by the Axis forces. America its self isn't excluded from these atrocities sadly, Hiroshima and Nagasaki, A means to a end. It was a different time back then, No cellphones, internet or video games the kids seem to love so much. It was a simple time even with men that could fly and rip metal apart like card board with there bare hands. Now I won't lie to you, At that point in time in America had it's social problems, Racism, Sexism, Homophobia and more. Society wasn't so accepted back then, People were excepted to stay in there place. This was the Golden Age, The push that was needed to make a change."
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CHARACTER SHEET

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Name
(Full Name.)

Alias
(Superhero Name and nicknames.)

Age
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Gender

Race
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Sexuality

Personality
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Interest

Power(s)
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Skills


Equipment


History
(At least 2 Paragraphs and Include how you obtain your powers.)

Other
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Geld City is where this story will start from. This city is the most technologically advance city in America. Do not be surprised of seeing out of placed like AC, Colored TV and other such minor things like robots. Geld is a very affluent city shown throughout the city, With that said Geld of course has it's slums. The Slums can range to Poor, broke down and completely horrendous as if these people never left the depression. This city has many farms and small town on route to it. This city is located east coast of America and has it's own bay with boat from all around the world docked in it. Geld is located in NC, North Carolina.
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Rules:
1. Don't be a jerk, Just at least try.
2. Decent grammar skills
3. No one-liners please or two,three or fours. All I ask is a paragraph if you're lazy.
4. You are limited to the number of character you can handle.
5. 5.Be prepared for topics such as Racism, Segregation, Sexism and Homophobia and other related topics of discrimination.
6. I am God GM and can add rules and change them as I please.
7. Have fun, We're Superheroes!
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The Setting
07/01/1948 on a Wednesday​


HEROS
  • Veronica Fox, 30 yo. (Vixen) - Illusions, Superhuman Senses/Reflexes.
  • Earl Maxson, 17 yo. (Sonorous) - Sound Control.
  • Ivy Little, 28 yo. (Alley Cat) - Shadow Camouflage & Manipulation.
  • Harry Himura, 30 yo. (The Setting Sun) - Our Friendly Neighborhood Ninja Samurai Batman.
  • CarnelIan Douglass, 20 yo. (Black Flag) - Magic/Technology Abilities.
  • Emilie Sabra Jameson, 16 yo. (Tarot) - Cartokinesis, Cartomancy.
  • Witticism "Wit" Tenant (Gone Girl) - Luck, Ice generation/Temperature control, Intimidation.
  • Scott Stone "Lucas Well" (Aeros) - Flight, Enhance Reflexes.
VILLAIN
  • Adalberto Serpico, 29 yo. (Poison Prince) - Poison Body, Breath, Immunity.
  • Sadie Rosemary, 23 yo. (Fire Ice) - Fire Manipulation/Resistance, Telepath.
WILDCARDS/Antivillians/Antihero
  • Nathaniel Stone, 20 yo. (Siphon) - Power Absorption, Flight.
  • Thomas Frey, 24 yo. (The Chameleon) - Atom Control, Invisibility, Stealth.
  • Holly Mason, 20 yo. (The Silver Dragon) - Siren/Mermaid: Sonar Skills, Water Manipulation, Xenolinquist.
  • Elaine Michaelis, 22 yo. (Switchblade) - Energy Blast, Phasing, Technopathy.
  • Leone Kyvak, 32 yo. (Kot) - Aggression, Feline Adaptation & Skills.
  • Dashiell Vincent, 21 yo. (Silver Witch) - Telekinesis, Lucid Manipulation, Energy Burst.
 
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Name
Thomas Daniel Frey

Alias
The Chameleon
A good guy, but just wants the truth.


Age
February 12th, 1928 (24)

Gender
Male

Race
Caucasian, English

Sexuality
Gay, but hides it a little by being all around flirty.

Personality
Tom is a friendly guy. He believes in doing the right thing but of course like anyone else, might do bad things for the right price in a certain situation. He loves helping, but can't help sleuthing, he is just naturally nosy. He is very manipulative if he wants to be, if he wants answers he is pretty good at getting them. Tom is good at fitting in or not being noticed and making people feel comfortable. He can easily adapt in any situation he's in by being extremely perceptive. He has good instincts and knows when to follow his "gut feeling" and when not to. Mr. Daniels is the kind of person who knows how to "push the envelope without breaking the seal." He was the class clown, but had straight A's. He was always good at having a good time but getting out of there before things got too crazy. Tom is everything but quiet. He would never admit it, but the reason he is always such a clown, or such a flirt is because just because he can turn invisible, doesn't he wants to be ignored or forgotten.
Tom grew up in a very traditional home. His Aunt believed God was the answer to everything, and that no matter what was happening he would take care of it. She believed in white supremacy but she also believed in the just choices of the law and 'the lord.' As much as she tried to press these beliefs onto Thomas, she couldn't. He refused to think that way, he couldn't stand that closed minded of a view, especially when he started to turn invisible around the age of 8. He believes in chivalry but he wouldn't ever take advantage of another woman because 'men are better.' He wants a girl with ambition, but he wants her to stay at home because when he meets the right girl, he doesn't want her to have to work, he wants to take care of her like he imagines his Dad did for his Mom. But in all reality he doesn't exactly want a girl, because he's into guys. But that has absolutely nothing to do with his open minded ways. *yes it does he's pretty gay most times*


Interests
Mystery Novels
Historical Phenomena
Abstract Art



Power(s)
(Limited to 3 and Include if your powers are Magical, Technological or Biological.)
Biological- Control Over His Own Atoms: Can not only change his physical appearance from his original physic, but can change the things his body is touching, and not just specifically with his hands, but things that are physically touching him and he focuses on.
Biological- Invisibility, anything he's touching with his hands or part of his body he's focusing on, can turn invisible.


Skills
Very Stealthy- basically silent and easily missed
Instant Memorization of Codes- a photographic memory
Insanely Perceptive- Can see through your bull, and isn't dumb on how he lets you know he knows, if he does.


Equipment
A creme trench coat and a black fedora, that can turn into anything he needs it to that combats with his power (formal dress wear to sneak into something etc.)

History
Originally he lived in Cheshire England, with his two parents and his younger named Cassidy who was born five years after him. When World War Two began in September of 1939, his parents couldn't afford tickets for themselves and their kids, so they just sent their kids to America. Thomas knew his parents weren't telling him the whole story when they told him that they were being sent to visit their Aunt Thelma because before they left, his father gave him his black fedora and his pocket watch. His little sister was given his mothers favorite dress, and her golden necklace. He was sad because the day of boarding their ship, he over heard another conversation, that's when he found out he might not be seeing his parents again. As the last dock was closing he would have had to have been ripped from his fathers arms if it wasn't for what he told him.
"Thomas, I need you to be strong for your sister, take care of her. I know this is a lot to ask and I'm sorry, I know it isn't fair, but this is the only way, I love you Thomas Frey."
The boat ride was pretty bad for the first two nights, but he faked the entire trip to make sure his sister felt safe and that she was calm. To occupy himself for some of the days on the trip, he pretended to be a detective, like the ones his father used to tell him about in stories. When one night he was sleuthing and made it past any of the crew there, he went down into the inner workings of the ship. After being caught, he was so startled from getting yelled at that he fell backwards, landing on a burned and openly dangerous wire, he was electrocuted. After being brought back to his bed, where his sister was reading her only book, a love story, he was set on his cot and would be fine, but that night his sister had a rude awakening when she looked over and her brother was gone, and after a little bit of shouting, they realized he could become invisible.
When they got there, they moved to South Carolina with their Aunt Thelma, who moved there as soon as she could when she was 19. Living with his parents he learned a lot about the inventors and artists of his parents day, moving to the South in the 1940's was a fun mental switch for him. Back home with his parents they were always not only open minded but kid, and reasonable as far back as his memory could take him. If they taught him one thing it was that knowledge was power, but arrogance is defeat.
He didn't get into many fights as a kid, he was really good at keeping his opinions to himself, especially when other people didn't agree. He also learned it was always better to listen than to speak, because you can change silence not what you said. He was always very protective of his sister, who had no problem becoming a sweet southern damsel in distress. But he knows better than anyone that she's easily underestimated.
After moving to the U.S. he seemed to make friends easily, and after a bit of a push, he began playing baseball, to which he got increasingly good at, until one day he had to give it up. One day in his junior year of high school, he was making the winning run, speeding for home plate, when he faded out, almost invisible. He didn't mean to, he didn't even know he did it until he ran right passed the third basemen, who didn't even see him. The other team accused him of cheating and after the rest of his team said he wouldn't do such a thing, but when the coach spoke to him after the game, he asked him to sit the rest of the season out because Thomas couldn't give him a good answer on to what he saw.
That didn't get Thomas too down, but after that he never played another sport, he just stayed active by running around the track and walking everywhere he went. After high school he went to college and studied some law and became a private investigator, something in which invisibility and stealth came in handy.


Other
-His favorite holiday is actually Christmas, because it brings out the kindness in a lot of people, a time when people are more honest, something he wished he could get used to.
-It breaks his heart that he might never be able to fall in love and settle down, because he has never met another guy who actually liked men the way he does.
 
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If your character got a like you're accepted. Now I will like to get a head count of those still interested and if you are Please add Hero, Villian, Anti-Hero or Anti-Villain above your picture. Forgot to put that in. Lol.

(Ignore this, Just playing with buttons!)
 
I put that under Leo's alias. Does that work?
 
UPDATING, is my Adalberto the only Villain? Because if he is, that'd be so cool. hahaha
 


Name: Helaine Ibeya Mattezia
Nickname/Preferred name: Holly Mason, Nici
Alias: The Silver Dragon (Wildcard - she doesn't know if she's hero material, or a villain in disguise.)



Age: 20 / December 12, (1928)
Gender: Female
Race/Nationality: Siren/Mermaid, Grecian

Sexuality: Straight/Bi-Curious



Appearance: (Faceclaim – unknown)
A petite 5’5”, 135 lbs, with jet black hair, bright turquoise eyes, and fairly pale skin; Holly is a living, breathing Snow White, according to her mother. (And if you call her that, she’ll whoop you a good one across the cheek.)

Personality: Very eccentric and charismatic; yet, dramatically topsy when it comes to her moods. Slightly bipolar, you know what sort of day she’s having by her attitude and the way she dresses. At times, she’s fun-loving and quirky. Other times, she’s moody or unemotional – and she dresses to fit with her lackluster sheen. But when she’s feeling demure and sexy, she’s not afraid to dress the part.

Interest:
- Music of the times. Has been playing the clarinet and violin most of her life, learning from her father and sister when they lived in Greece. Can sing like a nightingale, but far too dangerous to do with her uncontrolled skills. So, instruments it is.
- Languages of all kinds - human, animal, and alien.
- Fashionista!
- Animal lover

Power(s): (Biological/Magical)
She is a Siren/Mermaid-like creature that looks similar to a Blue Dragon.

Sonar – The ability to create & manipulate sound and sound waves. Holly can create and modify sound waves to mimic, intensify, hush, and distort, as well as warp, strengthen, echo, speed up, and slow down sound. She can affect music as well as produce it. Create and modify the loudness, pitch, and tone of sounds, even to destructive levels:

Those levels I'll have to add later. I lost my list while posting this.

Limitations
 Everything that affects normal sound affects this ability as well; this might be overcome with enough training, but she’s not there yet. Vacuum or anything that stops sound prevents this power. Plus, due to her little pet, her ears are so overly sensitive to sound, that overusing her own abilities causes seriously debilitating migraines that can knock her out for hours and leave her ears ringing profusely. With training, this can be eliminated.

Skills: Well, besides the ability to breath water, scream at high frequencies (under and above water), and communicating & understanding aquatic creatures...

Xenolinquist – Mutated tongue; forked and shaped like an hour-glass. It gives her the insane ability to speak any language like a native or mimic any sound she hears. She doesn’t have the ability to mentally help others understand what language she speaks, if one is unfamiliar with it; but with the assistance of a Mentalist, she can clearly be understood.

Her continuously developing mutation has also created a very deadly situation for her. Growing ever so slowly around her spinal cord at the base of her skull is a special little pet. More like a tumor actually, but she’s not going to claim it as anything unfortunate. It enhances her mental recognition to what she hears, giving her abilities to literally mimic noises, people’s speech patterns and accents, animal sounds, perfectly; as well as understand what she says and their response. It’s like enhancing her Voice Manipulation and Xenolinquist abilities at the same time.



Unfortunately, this darling little bugger is a demanding creature though, causing her severe headaches at times if it's not fed. She has to maintain a proper diet and remain hydrated at all times to avoid the headaches, drinking high concentrations of electrolytes and other vitamins in order to keep the feisty tumor from eating at her grey matter and sipping on her spinal fluid. Unfortunately, there's another little delicacy it prefers to feast off of, which she hates entirely but has overcome by adding chocolate or eating it with ice cream.



Her pet can be removed, but the fear of such a procedure scares her to no end… She’s unsure if the removal of the tumor will snatch away her abilities, which she’s quite fond of and would hate to lose, let alone turning her into a veggie. It’s either living with it, or dying from it – no middle ground for her. One thing is for sure, the more it grows – the stronger she gets - the quicker it’ll kill her. Therefore, she’s damned all around. (There’s probably a way to kill the tumor, but she had no clue as to how.)

Equipment: TBA

History:
Helaine (Holly) was born in Nea Makri, near Marathon, Greece. She's the youngest of three, an older sister, Elahnie, and middle brother, Josef. Her father, Anthimo, is a marketing analyst for a major medical manufacturing company, and her mother, Olivia, is an online college instructor of music and art history.

Growing up was a fun task for her, for her and her siblings took everything in life like it was a tale from a beautiful storybook. They made even the dullest task more like a fantasy story of adventure and magic. It's easy to do that growing up with an ocean for a backyard. Even to this day, she swears she's swam with a mermaid around the shallow underwater ruins within the Mediterranean beaches around her home. This, her and her sister believes, is when she's obtained her abilities. They believe she was blessed by a real mermaid.

More on this to come. I'm altering her original history cause I just don't like it all that much. LOL!

Other:
- Holly, like her parents, is Greek Orthodox, but she's not as serious about her devotion or faith as her parents would like for her to. She still upholds respect for her family's beliefs and traditions, but being more Americanized has altered her thought and outlook on such old world thinking.
 
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Even though we can do the somewhat of the same thing I'm going to allow it. This character interest me. Earl and her could be good friends.
 
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Villain

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~Name~
Sadie Ann Rosemary

~Alias~
Fire Ace

~Age~
23
((4 - 15 - 1925))

~Gender~
Female

~Race~
German - American

~Sexuality~
Bisexual

~Personality~
{Sarcastic - Flirty - Bold - Loner - Out Spoken - Hot Headed - Out Going}
Sadie tends to be very sarcastic with people who annoy her. She hates people judging her and talking down on her like she's a child. Most of the time she's very out spoken and will say almost everything that comes to her mind. A lot of the time it's when someone judges her and her friends. Though she may seem like she's bold and out going Sadie is actually a loner who loves her time alone and hates being in big crowds. If Sadie see's a hot person she will literally attack them. Well not literally but, she will go over there and flirt up a storm. Just don't insult her or her ideals as she is very hot headed.​

~Interest~
- Singing and dancing
- Women who act tough but are actually big softies
- People who are passionate about what they do
- Sour and Sweet foods/candy
- Playing with peoples minds

~Power(s)~
Fire Manipulation (Biological) - Sadie is able to manipulate fire at will but, this does come with it's weaknesses. If she's soaked in water she can't use her powers. Her powers are also attuned with her emotions. If she's very angry she will lose control, if she's crying she can't activate her powers.
Telepathy (Biological) - She's able to communicate with people through there minds but, she's not able to hear thoughts unless there talking back to her.
Fire Resistance (Biological) - She's basically able to walk through fire without getting burned but, she does feel the heat.​

~Skills~
Flexible and Fast - Sadie is both flexible and fast due to years of dance classes
Singing - She loves to sing and from years of doing so she's developed a good voice
Quick Thinker

~Equipment~
Dual Pistols - She usually carries these with her all the time encase someone has water
'Villain Outfit'
'Villain Outfit'

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~History~
Sadie grew up in a small town in Oklahoma where she lived with her father and older brother. Her mother having died giving birth to her left her father to take care of her. Though that didn't happen as he succumbed to depression and drank he sorrows away. Her older brother, Alios, took care of her in there fathers place. Alios was 6 when he started taking care of Sadie but none the less he watched after her and made sure she had everything she needed. As Sadie grew though Alios noticed there was something strange about her. It started when she accidentally fell, her hand landing on hot coal's. Though she would usually be in a lot of pain she instead got up acting as if nothing happened. Sadie simply laughed and went back to playing. Shortly after though Alios found Sadie playing with fire, manipulating it. Alios tried his best to keep Sadie's powers a secret but, the people in there town found out and hunted her down. They attacked there house at night, Alios having predicted this sent Sadie to a trusted friend of his. The towns people came into there house looking for Sadie but, when they didn't find her they burned the house down with her brother and father in it. The day after the fire Sadie went back to her house to find it in ashes. Sadie was devastated, she took off, leaving her town to live on her own. She was 10 when she arrived at an abandoned cabin a mile away from Geld. Sadie spent the next couple years training to use her powers as well as how to survive on the streets. During her training Sadie decided she'll get revenge for her brother by becoming a villain. One she had control of her powers Sadie worked on making sure people knew of her existence and feared it. Taking to being a villain was slightly hard for Sadie seeing as she had to make sure she never got caught . Though after years of being a villain Sadie was now feared as the Fire Ace.​

~Other~
- Sadie has a pet cat she named Linx
- Sadie's house is about a mile out of Geld.​
 
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I think Sadie and Leo would get along well enough.
 
Okay buds I'm going to close off sign ups soon so final call for characters. Don't forget to post if you're hero, villain, antihero or antivillain some where noticeable on your characters.
I will jumping in.... just need to find some pictures first....
 
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(Except the cape is black; couldn't 'shop it and make it look good)

Name
Carnelian Jael Douglass

Alias
Black Flag

Age
20 (08/16/1928)

Gender
Female

Race
Human (Black)

Sexuality
Bi Curious

Personality
Carnelian Douglass looks like a Nice Young Lady at first glance. She even sounds like one if your conversation remains in the area of small talk, or the latest innovations. Charming, well-spoken, and a snappy dresser within the limits of her fashion budget. She loves science and technology, and believes they can and should be harnessed to break the chains of poverty and drudgery. In fact, one of her goals in life is to literally invent a way to peacefully liberate humankind from poverty and injustice. After all, new technologies like television and the airplane are coming into acceptance, and no one has to overthrow the newspapers and automobile manufacturers. She hopes that perhaps something like an integration of the concentrated solar power devices of Augustin Mouchot, the products of George Washington Carver's agricultural practice and applied chemistry, architecture designed to minimize the need for heating and cooling, and liberal employment of labor-saving devices, it will be possible to create a human community that works like a forest: a rich diversity of interrelated nature and function, all working together with no rulers, no bosses and no slave-masters, no coal mines and no systemic poverty, all thriving on sunlight and soil.

Except...that kind of gentle patience is not really Carnelian's strong suit. Spend more time with her, especially if there should happen to be a protest or strike going on, and you'll find that she is a Revolution in sensible shoes. Her childhood hero was Frederick Douglass. Her current role models are Lucy Parsons and Emma Goldman. If you should need a fiery speech made, a picket line defended, or someone who's not afraid to stand her ground in the middle of a riot, Carnelian is your girl. She is a passionate Anarchist. Not the bomb-throwing kind though; throwing punches and kicks Wing Chun style, and wielding any handy stick or cane as a rapier is more her style.

She tries to be the calm, calculating mastermind planning ten steps ahead because the oppressors hold all the cards and have to be outsmarted before they can be outfought. Until she sees one too many hungry children, endures one too many insults to her race and gender, until she can't stand the thought of wealthy men extracting their splendor from the misery of countless thousands. Then, her mouth, her fists, or both will get her into trouble. She just can't help it. Her rage never comes out in angry shouts, but in action. It can emerge in a rousing speech or essay, or expressed gracefully with martial arts. If you see Carnelian behaving like an emotionless robot, that's when you know she's absolutely furious, and the targets of her hate are about to feel it.

Carnelian does not have an ordinary social life. The demands of long work hours, activism for the Anarchist cause, and her passion for learning and invention leave her no time for it. She is open-minded when it comes to the differing currents of thought within the Leftist and Progressive movements, advocating solidarity over ideological purity.

Interest
Anarchism, social science, science, technology, public speaking, writing, martial arts.

Power(s): (blending of Magic and Technology)

Power Jump/Limited Flight: When her armor is deployed, Carnelian can "leap tall buildings in a single bound," and alter her flight somewhat using her cape, which responds to her will. However, her flight is primarily ballistic, not a sustained, powered flight.

Laser Cannon/Rapier: The weapon that comes with her armor can serve as a laser rifle or a laser rapier (similar to a lightsaber, but without as much cutting power).

Armor-Enhanced Melee Combat: Carnelian's armor helps her fight by making her punches and kicks faster and more powerful (but cannot enhance other actions, such as running). Her cape is also prehensile and detachable, able to shield her against ordinary melee attacks.

Limitations:
Carnelian's powers are not accessible unless her armor is activated. It takes about a second for her to "transform." After about four minutes, forty-five seconds, Carnelian begins to hear a warning chime. From here she has about fifteen seconds to make her exit before her armor deactivates. If she "maxes out" her use of her armor's power in this way, it will require 24 hours to recharge. If she stops using it earlier, it will recharge faster. The shorter the period of use, the more quickly lost time/energy will be restored. If she uses it for less than five minutes, she will still have the remaining time (and gradually, more as her crystal recharges) available.

Skills
Wushu (Wing Chun style), historical European rapier fencing, including the use of the main gauche or cape in the off hand, writing, public speaking, design and invention.

Equipment
Alien Armor: Generated by the crystal on her bracelet, this is the source of Carnelian's powers. The thicker pieces (helmet, breastplate, pauldrons, bracers) are bulletproof, but the rest is not, so she would be unwise to stand in the path of a hail of bullets. It comes with a sidearm that "morphs" between a laser rifle and a laser rapier depending on Carnelian's intentions. Though the helmet covers her face, it provides a wrap-around VR HUD that assists with aiming and may have other functions she has not yet mastered (additional functions, if any, to be introduced only with GM permission). It produces a robotic, feminine voice when she speaks.

History
Carnelian was born into extreme poverty. So poor in fact, that she didn't even have a last name at birth. Her parents were sharecroppers, children of former slaves who lived and worked on a plantation outside of Cordele Georgia. She was their seventh and youngest child. During her early childhood, her parents struggled to provide their children with the means to escape the sharecropper's life. Their pride and joy was Carnelian's eldest brother Abraham, who was accepted into Oberlin College when Carnelian was four years old.

She was a bright and inquisitive girl who took to school like she was born for it. It was a poorly-funded rural school for Black children, and she tore through the contents of its small collection of books and textbooks by the time she was seven. Among them were Narrative of the Life of Frederick Douglass, an American Slave, My Bondage and My Freedom, and Life and Times of Frederick Douglass. The great man's eloquence and fire, and the story of his life inspired Carnelian with a burning passion to be like him even when she still had to struggle with the bigger words in his writings.

For her seventh birthday, her father gave her an unusual, yet precious gift: a tattered newspaper front page dated on the day of her birth, which he had salvaged from the garbage. It featured a photograph of the Graf Zeppelin arriving in Lakehurst after its first trans-Atlantic flight. Eyes alight with joy, Carnelian read the story to him, and for the first time he found out what the newspaper actually said.

From then on, Carnelian took every opportunity she could find to get access to books, any books, old magazines and newspapers, especially anything to do with science or new inventions. Her mother volunteered to be a cleaning lady at the Carnegie library in Cordele, and brought books and periodicals home for her children whenever she got the chance. Sometimes she was able to write letters to Abraham, and get letters back. Her letters were filled with questions about science and nature. Sometimes, when Abraham could afford it, he'd buy a book or periodical and send it home. Carnelian was the most passionate of his younger siblings about books and learning, so most of them tended to be about subjects that interested her. The work of George Washington Carver, the lectures of Nikola Tesla, the solar energy collectors of Augustin Mouchot, ongoing efforts by inventors working to build practical airships and flying machines...

When the opportunity presented itself, Carnelian's father and older brothers would go fishing as a way to supplement the family's meager diet. Sometimes Carnelian would accompany her father or a brother to help out, and clean the fish. Carnelian was a keen observer of nature. She was struck by the way trout were able to hold position in fast-moving currents while exerting almost no visible effort. When a letter to Abraham failed to yield an answer to the mystery from men of learning, she resolved to figure it out herself. Dripping berry juice into the water in an attempt to observe its flow only spooked the fish, so she whittled a trout-shaped form out of wood and used it for her "experiments." Careful dissections of trout heads resulted in anatomical drawings of their mouths and gill systems that became more accurate as Carnelian grew. She came to believe that trout generated thrust by forcing water through their gills, and that the Coanda Effect helped generate a counter-force to currents as water flowed across the tapered shape of their bodies.

She began to envision an airship built with similar streamlining, utilizing a "turbo-propulseur" similar to the one Coanda used for his Coanda-1910 aircraft, except that her design called for air to be driven by pistons and forced through the shroud under pushing pressure rather than using an impeller, as she believed that would produce a smooth, non-turbulent airflow and more accurately mimic the effect of water squeezed through a trout's gills. Her plan called for hot air lift, utilizing the waste heat of the craft's engines to heat the air. Of course, building a model to test her hypothesis was far, far beyond her capabilities. She also lacked the mathematical skills and equations necessary to accurately model such a vessel's performance, or even find out for sure if it could "perform" at all.

When Carnelian was 12 years old, tragedy struck. Her brother Abraham came home, diploma in hand and full of dreams of a bright future. The sight of a confident, educated young Black man was too much for the local Whites, especially when Abraham went to confront his family's landlord for cheating them out of their pay. He didn't come home. Pa went to go find him, and returned with his broken and bloodied body. While her family burst into anguished sobs, Carnelian silently turned, went into the kitchen, and returned with a carving knife. Standing stiff as a statue, she said one word: "Who?" Horrified, Carnelian's mother slapped her, then hugged her fiercely. "Don't you think it, girl! Don' even think it!"

Later that night, her father came for her, handed her a fishing stick, and took her to the river. Her family didn't go night-fishing very often, but then, nothing was normal about her father's behavior. How could it be? They fished in silence for awhile. Carnelian had not said a word since her query for the names of her brother's murderers. Finally, there was a tug on her line, and she pulled out a big catfish. Any other night, she might have smiled with pride, grateful to God for the food the fish would provide; not on this night.

“That’s a mighty good catch girl,” her father said, finally speaking. Carnelian nodded solemnly. “Here now, let me see it.” Carnelian handed him the line and watched as her father unhooked the fish and threw it onto the ground.

“C’mere and look at this,” her father instructed. "I'm gonna show you somethin'...your grandpa showed me. Somethin'...I shoulda paid mind to. If'n I had...my boy'd still be livin'. So you look, an' you larn it good! Carnelian did as told, peering down at the fish. It flopped about, its mouth and gills opening and closing, trying to catch the night air. “In them waters,” Pa said, “this catfish be right at home. He can swim all he likes. He can eat as he pleases. He can raise a family. The waters is his home. And that there’s freedom. You understand?”

Carnelian's face stayed taciturn, with only a hint of a question in her brows. “But look at him now,” her father went on. “He out of his home. He done wandered where he shouldn’t be. He can’t swim. Can’t eat here. Can’t raise no family. Can’t even breathe.” Carnelian listened. The fish's glassy eyes caught the pale moonlight, seeming to stare back up at her. The opening and closing of its mouth looked as if it were trying to utter a plea for help. A wave of pity swept over her, and she started to reach for it to pick it up and throw it into the water, but Pa shoved her back.

Suddenly, her father grabbed a heavy rock and brutally bashed the fish's head, again and again and again, until there was only gobbets of flesh and smashed bone. A single eye, like a glass marble, still hung loosely in the remains of a socket torn from its ruined head, accusing her as it started to slowly glaze over. Carnelian was shaking now, eyes riveted on the spread of gore. Her father bent down and grabbed the fish by the tail, then held its ruined body up. He remained at eye level with Carnelian, his face serious and grim.
“Girl, dis fish just like you an' me. And this is what happens when we try to leave our home, looking for things that don’t concern us. Dat's why they killed our Abe. 'Cause...'cause I di'in't have the sense to...to keep him on de farm...to keep him in 'is place. If I’d kept him here on the farm he woulda been all right. We has got to larn dat we ain’t like white folks, and never will be, and no amount o’ eddycation can make us be, and dat when we gits outten our place dere is gonna be trouble.

"When we go home, we gon' throw out your books an' all. An' you gon' grow up an' find a good man to love, an' raise you some li'l boys an' girls. Whenever you think 'bout readin' or learnin' 'bout stuff that ain't fo' us, or think 'bout fightin' the White folk...you think of yourself as this fish. And what we just did to it, is what White folks do to Negroes. You remember that in life, and it’ll serve you best.”

Carnelian stared in horror for a moment at the pained resignation in her father's face, tears streaming down her cheeks. Then her expression hardened, and she shook her head.

"Papa...fish don' leave they place. That ain't why he's dead. Folk come for 'em 'cause they hungry. An' take 'em out o' they place, an' eat 'em, whenever they decide to. That's what White folk do to us. Ol' man Boatwright keeps th' knuckles of a man he helped lynch right there in th' front window o' his shop, an' ever'body jus walks on by, or goes in t' buy a cut o' meat. If'n I 'stay in my place,' he gon' jus' keep 'em there, an' his son an' his son an' his. An' it ain't never gon' stop. They ain't never gon' stop the killin' long as nobody makes 'em. 'Cause they hungry.

"It weren't Jethro put Emma in a fam'ly way. He jus'...took the blame so's they could marry an' she don't gotta live in shame. It was th' McCallister boys, an' they friends." Pa's eyes widened in horror. "She told me...when I aks her why...why some o' the White men look at me the way they do. Like they's hungry." She looked back down at the fish. "I'll die 'fore I'm their meat. I ain't gon' make no baby--no baby--'till I can make a world where ain't nobody gon' tell him, tell her where they place is!" she said, shaking with rage.

After some discussion and argument at home, it was decided that the family would save whatever money they could, going without food as necessary, until they could send their children North one by one, to look for work in the factories. And any money the kids could save, would to toward helping pay the next one's way. Carnelian would go first, even though she was the youngest: none of the others' first thought upon seeing Abraham's body had been to go get a weapon. Pa washed Abraham's bloodied head, dressed him in his best suit, then buried him. Carnelian struggled to hold her hate in, keep her head down, and mind her 'place' until her family could scrape together enough money for a train ticket.

After what seemed like an eternity, Carnelian was put on a train for Chicago with only a spare dress and her small handful of books, one more drop in the tide of the Second Great Migration of African Americans headed North. Her resolve to fight injustice had not ebbed in the least, but at this point in her life she resolved to adopt a strategy that reconciled her parents' pleas and orders to stay out of trouble with the revolutionary zeal that burned hot within: she would keep her head down as her parents wanted--until she could develop a thoroughly thought-out, careful plan.

In Chicago Carnelian found to her dismay that the "free" North had its own system of oppression, industrial style. She found work in a garment factory: long hours of relentless drudgery in exchange for a pittance. Yet, she also found something she hadn't expected: a mass movement of allies, led by a new hero and role model, Lucy Parsons. Carnelian joined the International Workers of the World. When she wasn't working or pursuing her scientific interests, she started to attend rallies and hand out Anarchist literature. Luckily, she was able to stay a step ahead of the cops and avoid arrest.

A little more than a month into her new life, she received an envelope in the mail, sent from Georgia. Expecting a letter from her family, she tore it open and drew out the contents. Inside was a newspaper print of a photograph...of her mother, father, and siblings, all hanging from trees amidst a gathering of well-dressed townspeople in their Sunday best. There was no letter or note, only the picture. She would never know if it had been sent to inflict pain, or warn her against visiting her home.

Carnelian would not allow herself to cry. It was time to learn how to fight. From among the workers she rubbed shoulders with at the IWW, she sought out anyone who could teach her fighting skills. From a Spanish immigrant who worked on the docks, she studied the deztreza style of rapier combat, and took in first-hand accounts of fighting for Anarchism in the Spanish Civil War. From workers in a Chinese laundry, she learned Wing Chun.

Years passed. World War II came and went. Carnelian worked, contributed articles to Parsons' magazine, The Liberator. Taking the surname Douglass in honor of Frederick, she threw herself wholeheartedly into the Anarchist and Labor movements. Though she dreamed of going to college to study science, tuition was far beyond her means. Furthermore, her goal of creating a patient plan began to give way to wanting the Revolution, and wanting it now. Carnelian practiced her skills in writing and oratory, gradually eliminating the poor Southern Black patois from her speech. Thanks in part to her martial arts training, she developed poise and grace. She was not ashamed of her sharecropper heritage, and had no qualms about including it in her speeches and articles. It was just a cold, hard fact: people like Frederick Douglass, Lucy Parsons, W. E. B. DuBois and George Washington Carver were able to stand against the tide of racism and even gain a degree of admiration from White folk through articulate speech and upper class dress and mannerisms; people like her family remained beneath contempt. Class was the invisible prison designed to keep all but a few toiling in squalor forever. To have a chance at freeing the masses, Carnelian would first have to free herself.

Despite her best efforts though, the dream of a working class united against the powerful remained elusive. Black migrants like herself were forced into competition with the local Irish community for jobs and housing, resulting in rising ethnic tensions.

For my White brothers in the working class, I beg you to think on this one question: Whose interest is served when White working men turn their hate toward Negro working men, and Negro working men turn their hatred toward Whites? I can tell you this: it is not the interest of working men! Take a moment and imagine what would have come to pass if somehow, we Negroes were able to find fair work for fair pay in the South, and not a one of us had come North. Do you think the bosses would not simply bring in Italians, or Slavs, or Chinese, or even greater numbers of Irishmen, so as to place you in your present desperate state of fighting over the crumbs from their tables? Of course they would! That is their interest: cheap labor, as cheap as they can get it. As Spartacus knew, the other gladiator thrown into the ring with him was not his true enemy. Rather, it was the men who put gladiators in rings who were the mortal enemies of both. So it is for us as well.

--Carnelian Douglass, "If There Were No Negroes," The Liberator, February 1, 1946

Despite her best efforts, the cause of Anarchism was already on the wane when she joined it. The labor movement itself was purging itself of radical Leftist elements and supporting President Truman's Cold War policies. Though she fervently opposed Soviet tyranny as a betrayal of the Revolution, she found herself becoming more and more alienated from the very people she sought to fight for. Even so, she joined in sympathy with the Strike Wave of 1945 - 1946, putting her combat skills to use in street fighting.

She was arrested on charges of assault and incitement to riot. The police searched her flat, finding among other things, her most recent design drawings for her airship, and other invention ideas. A military intelligence investigator was brought in. Her interrogators demanded to know how she'd stolen what had to be sensitive military secrets, and where she'd stolen them from. Despite a brutal interrogation, she insisted that she'd created them herself. She was finally allowed to demonstrate that the drawing style was hers, as was the handwriting in the descriptions. Copies of the drawings were sent "upstairs," but no one knew of any secret project that corresponded to the designs. However, the inquiry did bring Carnelian to the attention of highly-placed individuals in America's top-secret military research and development programs.

The authorities decided that a public trial of an articulate and charismatic young woman could prove to be an embarrassment if the press took her side, or worse, make a martyr of her. With the airship drawings as "evidence," they arranged to have her quietly committed to an insane asylum instead. Surely, a young Negro woman had to be insane, if she thought she could concoct designs for airships and energy production! It was not long though, before exceptionally muscular men in eerily identical black suits came for her, and removed her from the asylum.

On July 8th, 1947, the U.S. Army Air Corps had recovered what appeared to be debris from a crashed alien spacecraft outside Roswell, New Mexico. The recovered objects seemed as much magical as technological, and efforts to reverse-engineer it proved fruitless for the most part. Some elements of the technology seemed to respond directly to consciousness. Initial experiments were performed with elite soldier volunteers of unimpeachable loyalty. Despite tantalizing indications that the alien technology offered a route to superhuman abilities, the soldier volunteers died on contact, went insane, or self-destructed in various ways.

The secret organization in charge of the experimentation, known as Majestic-12, decided it would be necessary to try a more gradual, methodical approach utilizing expendable subjects. Carnelian fit the bill perfectly. She was brought in to their research facility in what would come to be known as Area 51, and subjected to a thorough battery of medical and psychological tests. To her horror, many of the scientists studying her were German, high-ranking Nazis brought to America as part of Operation Paperclip. This destroyed what little faith she had in America. Just as the South had managed to restore white supremacy after the end of Reconstruction, so it seemed that the Nazis, having lost the war, were winning the peace by infecting and taking over America's national security establishment. Carnelian resolved to resist with every fiber of her being. Not that the researchers were particularly concerned about her consent.

Finally ready to begin in earnest, the scientists began exposing Carnelian to various items of alien technology. One object, a crystal attached to eerily moving tendrils of metal, glowed in proximity to her. When allowed to touch her, it wrapped its tendrils around her arm and attached itself firmly. Carnelian screamed in agony and terror as incomprehensible alien thoughts entered her mind, while living-metal fibers inserted themselves into her flesh and started to grow. Pressed beyond her limits, she went into a coma. The researchers did their best to study her, but could not make sense of what was happening.

One day, the crystal re-shaped itself and its metallic components to become an Art Nouveau style bracelet:

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Just as suddenly as she'd lost consciousness, she awakened. Carnelian did her best to walk the line between denying any useful help to the MJ-12 agents, and getting herself dissected. She played for time, while she tried to process what had happened to her, gain and understanding and rapport with the alien technology growing inside her, and plot her escape. At last, opportunity presented itself. Carnelian surprised her captors by touching the gem of her bracelet, causing strange light to emerge from and cover her. When it faded, she was wearing alien armor. Using its powers, she was able to break out of confinement and escape.

She has since made her way to Geld, where she lives in the slums and tries to organize an Anarchist movement there. Where there is injustice that cannot be fought in the usual way, she becomes Black Flag and takes the fight to the enemy.

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Undecided ( May swing in any direction, he's that type of character)

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Name
Nathaniel Stone

Alias
Siphon, Nathan

Age
(12/04/1927) 20

Gender: Male
Race: American/ Italian
Sexuality: Bisexual
Personality: Nathaniel is a very intelligent and well versed individual. He is very open with everyone that he meets and doesn't hold back his opinions. He will often tell you if he hates you and his reasoning for it too. He also can be heavily flirty when anyone who interest him as he is a die heart romantic. Known to use sarcasm as a defense, he is often shown using it to avoid his own pain of his past. Despite seeming happy, he harbors a darker side to himself. When angered, he is known to be violent and prone to be very aggressive with others. Simiarliy, he is very easily to be manipulate to get on your side.

Interest:

Jazz

Classical music

Intelligent men/women

Reading/ writing obscure novels

Swordsman ship

Power(s)

Power Absorption ( Biological) - When Nathan comes in direct contact with someone, he can temporarily use their powers as long as he remains within ten paces of them. This version of their power is weaker and has less control than their own. The more time he spends near someone, the more power he can absorb. He can only absorb their weakest powers.

Flight ( Biological)- The very first power he absorbed, this power came from his older brother. Due to growing up with him, his power has fully transformed and he could fly with relative ease.

Third Slot- Second power that can be absorbed/undecided

Any fourth power that will be augmented into his body will replace either the first or second power

Skills

Sword to sword combat


Photographic memory

Equipment

Rapier: His sword that was passed down by his family for centuries

Gloves: He wears these to prevent power absorption unless he chooses too.

History

Nathaniel Stone was born to two wealthy business parents who had earned a lot of money off of credit. He was raised in wealth and often got everything that he wanted. He also had an older brother who happened to have get super powers during the earliest years of the boom due to a freak accident that happened in a lab that he worked in. His brother was initially rejected by his parents and shaped Nathan's perception of how heroes and villains were viewed. After a short time, he gained his own powers too.

One day when Nathaniel was fifteen, less than five years ago, a serum was injected into him. He never did found out by who or what they intended to do with him as they vanished into the night. The next day, he realized that when he was around his brother, he could also fly for a short period of time. He quickly realized that he could siphon the other super-powered individuals and it was only when he touched them. After two years, the flight power was fully able to use away from his brother. Similiarily, he has not picked a side during this golden age as he is not certain, especially now that his brother is missing.

Other

Nathaniel has an older brother.

Nathaniel's parents are terrified of both of their sons.

Nathaniel has no costume.
 
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Can I just say.
My character would love to work with this wonderful cast! Any relation you guys want to establish with Veronica Fox? She's an informant mainly on the Hero side who doesn't mind doing business with anyone willing to pay with information (and some company). She's quite a high profile performer/pin-up girl in Geld so your characters may have heard of her, one way or another.

Vixen knows Sonorous and the Setting Sun.
 
Can I just say.
My character would love to work with this wonderful cast! Any relation you guys want to establish with Veronica Fox? She's an informant mainly on the Hero side who doesn't mind doing business with anyone willing to pay with information (and some company). She's quite a high profile performer/pin-up girl in Geld so your characters may have heard of her, one way or another.
I wouldn't mind Nathaniel to go to Vixen constantly to ask if she had heard anything about his brother.
 
I wouldn't mind Nathaniel to go to Vixen constantly to ask if she had heard anything about his brother.
Would she know something though? It seems he's been gone for a quite some time. Or you could just tell me when and how she'd hear of him. And what.
 
Would she know something though? It seems he's been gone for a quite some time. Or you could just tell me when and how she'd hear of him. And what.
Well, I didn't state it here. But his brother disappeared when he was eighteen, so he has been missing for only two years. If I ever figure some things out, he would have disappeared in 1946, but was heroing in the beginning.
 
he would have disappeared in 1946, but was heroing in the beginning.
She'd definitely have heard of him then, possibly by an alias and a few physical descriptions. Especially if he was in Geld for some time. She wouldn't know his real name until consulted by Nathaniel. Would they be in friendly terms?
 
Eh, maybe some of the guys going after Leone might come in contact with her, but I don't think that it would be in character for my little Leo to go socialize with a popular person.
 
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She'd definitely have heard of him then, possibly by an alias and a few physical descriptions. Especially if he was in Geld for some time. She wouldn't know his real name until consulted by Nathaniel. Would they be in friendly terms?
I would imagine so.
 
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