We Were Never Heroes (A Superhero RP) OOC / HIATUS

[Ben M]

Tweaked my character to add weakness against silver and how he knows Japanese.

Somehow I read that as Japanese silver and I got confused.

[Barapam]

Screw it, I'm bringing in my Nazi twins again. (Slow aging isn't the same as immortality, okay?) Expect an app later today.

[Ben M]

Screw it, I'm bringing in my Nazi twins again. (Slow aging isn't the same as immortality, okay?) Expect an app later today.

Nazi twins you say?

[Great Confederacy of Commonwealth States]

Screw it, I'm bringing in my Nazi twins again. (Slow aging isn't the same as immortality, okay?) Expect an app later today.

Nazi twins you say?

Nazi's, Democrats, Jews, Gentiles... All come to the stage of history, and all fade into dust in a whimper.

[Transoxthraxia]

Screw it, I'm bringing in my Nazi twins again. (Slow aging isn't the same as immortality, okay?) Expect an app later today.

Nazi twins you say?

The HEBREW HAMMER does not LIKE the Nazi Twins

FFS, the Hebrew Hammer sounds like a PG-Era Z-Tier WWE character

[Arvenia]

NAME: Jonathan Fudge
ALIAS: Mind Master
NATIONALITY: American
ETHNICITY: Caucasian
AGE: 50
APPEARANCE: Looks like Snow from the Hunger Games

ALIGNMENT: Both (Evil and Good)
OCCUPATION: Terrorist/Teacher at Seattle University

ABILITIES: Mind control. He is able to control people through thinking and make them committ bad stuff, most likely terrorism.
SKILLS: He is good at history, mathematics, military strategy and possibly biology.
WEAKNESS: WIP
GOALS: To create a NWO
FEARS: No fear, except for fear of his abilities being revealed to other humans

EQUIPMENT: He has clothes and his ability to control people through mind.

PERSONALITY: Nice and struggling publicly, but secretly greedy and unthinkably resentful.
LIKES: New World Order, Benefactor (unknown/mostly neutral), People with superpowers and People he controls with his mind
DISLIKES: People without superpowers and superpowerful people suspicious of his activities

BIO: WIP

RP EXAMPLE: WIP

THEME: Use a good music
WIP. Will make it done tonight.

[Barapam]

Nazi twins you say?

The HEBREW HAMMER does not LIKE the Nazi Twins

Which is exactly why I'm bringing them in! Fun!

... and because I'm too lazy to make a new character from scratch...

[Rupudska]

What powers are already taken so far?

[Transoxthraxia]

What powers are already taken so far?

Haemokinesis, limited time manipulation, electrical manipulation, vampire (super human strength/speed with drawbacks of being a vampire), some skin hardening ability, limited memory manipulation, and complete fire resistance/superhuman strength.

I think that covers all of the accepted apps on the roster.

[The Olog-Hai]

NAME: Steven Fashingbauer
ALIAS: The Birdwatcher
NATIONALITY: American
ETHNICITY: German-American
AGE: 23
APPEARANCE: Tall and skinny. Dark hair and green eyes, with very pale skin. Usually goes around in a T-shirt and jeans. For his costume, he wears a cape and mask made out of bird feathers (feathers shed by the birds, only)

ALIGNMENT: Neutral Good.
OCCUPATION: Nothing really, right now. Learning how to fly a plane, does some odd jobs here and there. Has a decent sized inheritance that he's currently living off of.

ABILITIES: Bird Manipulation. Effectively, through concentration, he can control birds. The more complex the mind of the bird, and the bigger, the harder it is to control. It is easier for him to just implant more if a suggestion or a feeling in a bird's mind, though, and uses it to train his pet hawk.
Wind sense: He can kind of sense how the winds are going to blow. Useful while controlling birds and while flying a plane.
SKILLS: Falconry. Knows Aikido. Learning how to fly.
WEAKNESS: Gun fights, isn't that athletic, isn't too good at driving (prefers to bike)
GOALS: Keep everyone from eating bird eggs, get guns outlawed, protect endangered birds species.
FEARS: Claustrophobia (though for some odd reason, planes don't effect him)

EQUIPMENT: Falconry glove, a pet hawk named Eagle (Because fuck logic).

PERSONALITY: Kinda Quirky. Has an odd connection to animals, birds especially. You could think Radagast from the Hobbit Movies a bit, but not that weird (I mean come on, that's Sylvester McCoy. No one is THAT bad.) He hates guns especially, and actually refuses to eat anything that comes from a bird, whether it is meat or eggs. More than a bit geeky.
LIKES: Birds, flying. Non-lethal force, or at least not use of guns.
DISLIKES: Eggs and bird meat (consumption of), Guns.

BIO:
Steven was born to a German father and a mother whose family had been in America for many generations. His grandparents on his father's side had escaped East Germany in the aftermath of World War Two to the US. Eventually, the made their way to Washington where they managed to start off a small business and support themselves. When Steven's father was born, their only child, they were ecstatic, though later in life he grew apart from them. Steven's grandparents eventually became very successful, able to save a nice amount and get a nice house.
Steven's mother, who family had been in America for many generations, were well established. Steven's father's parents wanted him to marry one girl, but he instead ran away with one woman who would become Steven's father.
In Seattle they began a nice life anew. Steven was their only child, and they cared for him greatly, and he loved them back. His grandparents who had been staying out of his father's life until now, came back to meet Steven, and became like a second set of parents for him, forming a connection with him they never made with his father.
Steven always had a connection to animals. He was always an introvert, preferring to be around animals, but one day, something interestingly odd happened. He began to almost sense the feelings of birds around him. He tried this out and dug into it. He realized that he could even input feelings back into birds, and control some of the dumber ones.
But then he thought “why?” Why did he have these powers? What caused him to be able to do this? Do what he did? Control birds? He dug into his family past, and found secrets that would have been better to have left alone.
His grandparents had not escaped the Soviets unscarred, it turned out. They had been subject to some… experiments that had manifested further down the bloodline, in him.
He honed his powers, and they expanded and became more powerful. He also grew to have a thing for flying, which he got from inhabiting the minds of birds too much. He realized what he wanted to do for a life, fly planes, whether commercial or this or that.
While he was in college, his grandparents died and in their will they left him their business, a couple of stores that were extremely successful. Under the advice of his parents, he left the stores in the hands of the extremely competent managers, and continued through college.
Once out of college, he bought his own little apartment, and began to take flight lessons. Because of the stores he owned, he didn’t really need to work, and as a hobby he took up falconry. He liberated a hawk from an oppressive owner, named it “Eagle”, and realized what he wanted to do: He would protect birds.
So, by day he is just an ordinary person who has fun with falconry. By night, however, he is The Birdwatcher, protector of birds and the innocent, of course.

RP EXAMPLE: Haha. Very funny. We've been in enough together to avoid trivialities such as this, no?

THEME: Thanks for the idea Bei

How is it?
Hope it's not too generic.

[The Olog-Hai]

What powers are already taken so far?

Haemokinesis, limited time manipulation, electrical manipulation, vampire (super human strength/speed with drawbacks of being a vampire), some skin hardening ability, limited memory manipulation, and complete fire resistance/superhuman strength.

I think that covers all of the accepted apps on the roster.

I've also called Bird Manipulation.

[Deramen]

What powers are already taken so far?

Haemokinesis, limited time manipulation, electrical manipulation, vampire (super human strength/speed with drawbacks of being a vampire), some skin hardening ability, limited memory manipulation, and complete fire resistance/superhuman strength.

I think that covers all of the accepted apps on the roster.

You forgot me...

[Barapam]

NAME: Sigrid Wagner
ALIAS: Valkyrie (Walküre)
NATIONALITY: Polish German Argentinian American
ETHNICITY: Polish-Baltic, but counts herself as a German Aryan.
AGE: 75
APPEARANCE:

185 cm tall, 80 kg heavy. Muscular and athtletic. A blonde bombshell. A few wrinkles and grey hairs. Looks to be around 40-50 years old.

ALIGNMENT: Shifts between neutral good, lawful neutral, chaotic neutral, and lawful evil.
OCCUPATION: Pensioner

ABILITIES: Superstrength, flight. Growth spurt (physical and mental) followed by slow aging (went from three years old to fourteen in a year, and now that she's almost eighty, she looks like fifty something (although you shouldn't be discussing the age of a lady)).
SKILLS: Determination. When she puts her mind into something, nothing can stop her. Fighting in the air, soaring and flying.
WEAKNESS: Stubborn and quite locked in her opinions. Like her brother, a little rusty with the powers, as they haven't been used a lot lately.
GOALS: To live in peace,and to find her husband/brother again.
FEARS: That the government will lock her up again.

PERSONALITY: She used to be warm and sweet to those close to her, but stern and reserved towards others. However, prison has changed her. She's now a bitter woman, cold and sad. From being strong and determined, she is nowadays a lot more apathic.
LIKES: Her husband/brother.
DISLIKES: Jews, communists, Russians, Neo-Nazis, the fact that she can't have children.

BIO: Sigrid was born as Ewa Flatau in 1940, ten minutes after her twin brother Siegfrid, in Auschwitz where her parents were inmates, political prisoners to be exact. They had been members of the Polish resistance. Somehow, despite the dreadful situation, the twins survived, and grew up. In 1943 their parents died, starved and exhausted from the hard slave work. The camp's new doctor, Josef Mengele, took care of them from then on. He was obsessed with twins in general, and intrigued by Ewa's and her brother's Aryan appearance, so naturally he decided to take them under his wings, and gave them new, more suiting, Germanic names. Despite all the horrid experiments they were put through, Mengele was the closest thing they had to a father, and they gradually came to love him as such.

The often random experiments had some interesting and surprising results, that not even Mengele himself had expected. Siegfried and Sigrid were only three years old when they met Mengele, but only one year later their bodies and minds had developed to young teens, as a result of the cocktail of drugs that had been pumped into their blood. They had also become physically stronger than previously thought possible for a human being, and in Sigrid's case, also developed the ability to fly. Mengele saw their potential. In 1945, this Wunderwaffe couple was unleashed against the oncoming Red Army. Sigrid developed a tactic of her own, which meant flying up high in the air and taking down Soviet planes simply by punching them. For that, she earned the nickname Walküre. She was also decorated with an Iron Cross, and got promoted to Waffen SS-Obersturmführer. But despite her and Siegfried's best efforts, the Soviets could not be stopped. Mengele fled to avoid capture, death, or worse, and he managed to convince his "children" to follow, even though they initally wanted to keep fighting as long as possible, even if they died. They were fanatical Nazis, completely brainwashed, but eventually they too understood and agreed that the war was lost, and went with him.

In Buenos Aires, they took themselves new identities. Thanks to ODESSA and Jewish gold that Mengele had stolen, the three of them could live quite an alright, normal, and quiet life. Sigrid married her brother. Due the very unusual circumstances their lives had been filled with, they had gotten a lot more closer to each other than normal siblings. The only thing they missed were children of their own. As a side effect from their father's experiments, they had both become sterile.

Josef Mengele moved around in South America, but the Wagner siblings remained in Argentina. However, after Mossad's capture of Adolf Eichmann, they fled to the United States, where they deemed it to be safer. At first Sigrid almost wanted to take up the fight again, but unlike her brother not against Americans in general, but specific Jewish and Israeli targets. However, she, just like her husband and brother, changed her mind when she met American Neo-Nazis. She too found them pathetic. The cause was dead. And with the growing hatred against superheroes, she settled for just being a Plain Jane instead. Though in 1985 that changed again. The growing civil unrest and the unsolved murders of old superheroes caused her and her husband/big brother to put on the tights again. However, it ended in fiasco. "Vigilantism", as it was called, was illegal, and Sigrid was soon caught by a government agency aimed to stop them, and her Nazi background hardly helped her case. She was then imprisoned, up until recently. She never found out what had happened to her beloved Siegfried. She fears that he's dead, but hopes otherwise. In the beginning she was hoping he would come and rescue her, but since he never did she understood that something must have happened to him. But what? Well, Sigrid never got to know. And that might have been the worst part of her punishment.

After her release she did some work for her old captors, AEGIS (Agency for Enforcement, Guard, Intelligence and Security), as part of the newly formed Task Force Z, a form of super police that did the dirty work the government didn't want the public to know about. She only did it because it was the condition for her release, but she only had to do it for a short time. Given that she wasn't the most enthusiastic employee, her results were of course not the best, and the combination of the displeasure of her new bosses and her high age made it possible for her to retire. She now resides in Seattle, and have a decent, boring life. Her great sorrow is that she doesn't know where her Siegfried is, or how she can contact him, if he's still alive.

THEME: Richard Wagner - Ride Of The Valkyries

NAME: Siegfried Wagner
ALIAS: Panzerfaust
NATIONALITY: Polish German Argentinian American Practically stateless, but welcome in many of the countries that see Israel as an enemy.
ETHNICITY: Polish-Baltic, but counts himself as a German Aryan.
AGE: 75
APPEARANCE:

188 cm tall, 90 kg heavy. Muscular and athtletic. Blond and blue-eyed. Handsome and tanned. In short, the ideal Nazi Übermensch. Since 1997, his right arm is cybernetic, and he has gotten a few wrinkles, scars, and grey hairs since the photo was taken.

ALIGNMENT: Shifts between neutral good, lawful neutral, chaotic neutral, and lawful evil.
OCCUPATION: Mercenary

ABILITIES: Superstrength, superspeed. Growth spurt (physical and mental) followed by slow aging (went from three years old to fourteen in a year, and now that he's almost eighty, he looks like fifty something).
SKILLS: He can whistle the entire tune of Teufelslied, he bakes better apple pie than his wife and sister, and he is agile and good at dodging bullets (literally) and other projectiles. Aside from his powers, he has a way of making people trust him, or at least listen to him.
WEAKNESS: Despite his speed and strength, he isn't much more endurant than a normal soldier, and get tired after a while of fighting. Since he's getting old, his powers are not exactly what they used to be, either. He also finds it difficult to make decisions completely on his own.
GOALS: To find his wife again, and if possible, make those responsible for her disappearance/imprisonment/death (he doesn't yet know of her fate) pay.
FEARS: To die without getting to see his beloved little sister again. That's the only thing that matters to him.

PERSONALITY: Siegfried was a nice and calm guy, if a bit arrogant at times. Quite jovial, but still doubted himself and his actions from time to time. Nowadays he's bitter and empty inside, and hungers for revenge. He still loves Sigrid above anything though.
LIKES: His wife/little sister, apple pie.
DISLIKES: Russians, communists, Jews, Neo-Nazis, the fact that he can't have children.

BIO: Siegfried was born as Pavel Flatau in 1940, ten minutes before his twin sister Sigrid, in Auschwitz where his parents were inmates, political prisoners to be exact. They had been members of the Polish resistance. Somehow, despite the dreadful situation, the twins survived, and grew up. In 1943 their parents died, starved and exhausted from the hard slave work. The camp's new doctor, Josef Mengele, took care of them from then on. He was obsessed with twins in general, and intrigued by Pavel's and his sister's Aryan appearance, so naturally he decided to take them under his wings, and gave them new, more suiting, Germanic names. Despite all the horrid experiments they were put through, Mengele was the closest thing they had to a father, and they gradually came to love him as such.

The often random experiments had some interesting and surprising results, that not even Mengele himself had expected. Siegfried and Sigrid were only three years old when they met Mengele, but only one year later their bodies and minds had developed to young teens, as a result of the cocktail of drugs that had been pumped into their blood. They had also become physically stronger than previously thought possible for a human being, and in Siegfried's case, also faster. Mengele saw their potential. In 1945, this Wunderwaffe couple was unleashed against the oncoming Red Army. Siegfried developed a tactic of his own, which meant leaping across the battlefield and taking out Soviet tanks simply by punching them. For that, he earned the nickname Panzerfaust. He was also decorated with an Iron Cross, and got promoted to Waffen SS-Hauptsturmführer. But despite his and Sigrid's best efforts, the Soviets could not be stopped. Mengele fled to avoid capture, death, or worse, and he managed to convince his "children" to follow, even though they initally wanted to keep fighting as long as possible, even if they died. They were fanatical Nazis, completely brainwashed, but eventually they too understood and agreed that the war was lost, and went with him.

In Buenos Aires, they took themselves new identities. Thanks to ODESSA and Jewish gold that Mengele had stolen, the three of them could live quite an alright, normal, and quiet life. Siegfried married his sister. Due the very unusual circumstances their lives had been filled with, they had gotten a lot more closer to each other than normal siblings. The only thing they missed were children of their own. As a side effect from their father's experiments, they had both become sterile.

Josef Mengele moved around in South America, but the Wagner siblings remained in Argentina. However, after Mossad's capture of Adolf Eichmann, they fled to the United States, where they deemed it to be safer. At first Siegfried wanted to take up the fight again, and finish what he had started so to say, but he changed his mind when he met American Neo-Nazis. He found them pathetic. The cause was dead. And with the growing hatred against superheroes, he settled for being an Average Joe instead. However he was still sometimes thinking of fighting the Russians again, or criminals. The opportunity for that appeared in 1985. The growing civil unrest and the unsolved murders of old superheroes caused him and his wife/little sister to put on the tights again. However, it ended in fiasco. "Vigilantism", as it was called, was illegal, and Sigrid was soon caught by a government agency aimed to stop them, and her Nazi background hardly helped her case. She was then imprisoned (up until recently). Siegfried wasn't around when she was taken away, but he did his best to find and save her, and he never gave up. And still, he failed. He had to become a villain, but that only made him a target for the government, and he was almost imprisoned himself, and killed, several times. In order to survive, and to make ends meet, he fled to the Middle East, and freelanced for governments of Arab countries hostile towards Israel.

Now however, he has recieved a cryptic message that his dear Sigrid still might be alive, which has brought him to Seattle.

RP EXAMPLE: Heroes No More should suffice, I suppose?

THEME: Theme #1: Raubtier - Achtung Panzer

Theme #2: Raubtier - Panzarmarsch

[Ben M]

Nazi twins you say?

The HEBREW HAMMER does not LIKE the Nazi Twins

FFS, the Hebrew Hammer sounds like a PG-Era Z-Tier WWE character

Lmao, he does not indeed! And yeah that actually does sound like it

[The Olog-Hai]

The HEBREW HAMMER does not LIKE the Nazi Twins

FFS, the Hebrew Hammer sounds like a PG-Era Z-Tier WWE character

Lmao, he does not indeed! And yeah that actually does sound like it

Anyone seen Doctor Horrible's Sing Along Blog?
Amazing show. The Hebrew Hammer reminds me of a character in it, Captain Hammer, and a specific line of his...

[Reverend Norv]

Reusing a few old character ideas here, including a name from 2013, and incorporating a dash of inspiration from the Jack Reacher novels.

NAME: Elias "Eli" Stone

ALIAS: The press once labeled him "Drifter" and once called him "Ranger." It mostly depends on how sympathetic the writer is feeling on a given day. Eli himself does not consider himself a public figure, and does not associate himself with any alias.

NATIONALITY: American

ETHNICITY: Lakota on his father's side, Swedish on his mother's.

AGE: 31

APPEARANCE: Eli looks like what he is: a soldier from the Plains. He has buzz-cut sandy-blond hair, and the deep bronze tan of his skin betrays Eli's Indian roots. He is a big man: well over six feet tall, and slightly over two hundred pounds of solid muscle. He has an athlete's build: broad shoulders, deep chest, powerful limbs, thick wrists. He is ruggedly good-looking; his face is broad, with a square jaw, a straight nose, a high forehead, and a deep brow. The cheekbones are distinctively sharp, another sign of Lakota blood, and the eyes are a strange, soft blue-grey, like the Swedish sea in winter. Those eyes are what keep Eli from seeming like a brainless slab of muscle: even at a casual glance, they are arresting, and they reveal the swift mind and conflicted spirit that dwell behind them. Eli typically wears a leather jacket - one great mass of scrapes and patches - and jeans, and combat boots, and either a sweater or a cotton t-shirt, depending upon the weather.

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ALIGNMENT: Closest to neutral good, probably. On the one hand, Eli genuinely admires school board members, small-town mayors, the police, and so on; he regards this kind of law as an essential part of the lives of most people. Eli idealizes community, and the people who protect it. But he despises power, which he has seen abused far too many times. So Eli tends to like the police as defenders of the community, but deeply mistrust them as agents of the government. This complicated relationship to law and power probably makes Eli neutral; it does not change the fact that he has a visceral hatred of cruelty and injustice, and consistently acts to oppose them. He is, if not a perfect man, certainly a good one.

OCCUPATION: Unemployed homeless drifter, living off a monthly pension check from the US Army and a stash of cash "liberated" from Syrian terrorists.

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ABILITIES:

Eli has two main sets of powers. One is passive, and a straightforward blessing; the other is active, and is more of a curse, though it is also far more effective in combat. The connection between the two is simple: it is the former which allows Eli to control the latter.

Eli's first power is Indomitable Will. This is a passive power, continually present, and not even Eli can "turn it off." Essentially, it represents a magnification of Eli's psychological strength in much the same way that conventional super-strength magnifies one's physical potency. Eli's psychological resilience, his ability to control his emotions and desires, his capacity to resist temptation and manipulation - all are far beyond the human norm, and in fact far beyond the limits of ordinary human psychological capacity: this is a true superpower. The primary application of this power shall become apparent presently, but its secondary application is almost as vital: Eli's superhuman will makes him almost immune to opponents whose powers revolve around psychic or psychological assaults. To most psychics, Eli's mind appears not as the complicated mesh of desires and fears that most human spirits comprise; rather, Eli's mind seems to be a diamond, or a solid stone wall: unified, sealed, without entry points, and unbreakable. The most powerful of psychics can still attempt to break in, but Eli's own willpower means that he has the ability to consciously resist such intrusions, with a raw strength that can take many psychics by surprise: mighty as they may be, after all, their wills are still only human. Eli's is not.

Eli's second power is Hyperdrenaline. This is a blanket term for a suite of related powers. Essentially, Eli's body and brain have much higher tolerances than the average human's; they are capable of operating at between two and three hundred percent of the maximum human capacity. But Eli cannot, under ordinary circumstances, access this extra capability (only a very few aspects are passive, like the fact that Eli's bones are essentially unbreakable). To use his body's superhuman capacities requires the release of a special chemical cocktail, created by Eli's own endocrine system, called hyperdrenaline. Eli can consciously control the release of this chemical through strong focus. When activated, hyperdrenaline boosts Eli's physical performance in every way. He becomes twice as strong as an Olympic weightlifter, twice as fast as an Olympic sprinter, twice as agile as an Olympic gymnast. His reflex time is measured in microseconds, his sensory perception boosted to inhuman levels - he has the eyes of a hawk, the nose of a hound. His healing time is accelerated to the point that open wounds knit themselves shut in minutes. Time seems to slow down; Eli can easily dodge arrows, punches, occasionally even bullets. When using hyperdrenaline, Eli is, in short, the physically optimal human being in every way - multiplied two or three times over.

But hyperdrenaline has a terrible cost. Every time Eli uses it, it also vastly accelerates his metabolism - this accounts for the experience of slow-time. The result is that Eli ages perhaps twenty times as fast when he is under the influence of hyperdrenaline as when he is not. Were he to use hyperdrenaline all the time, he would have less than five years to live. Even brief uses take time off Eli's life faster than any drug, and they leave him exhausted, depleted, in need of hours of sleep and vast meals to replace lost energy. Worse, hyperdrenaline is addictive. Its use generates a physical and psychological high more potent than any other drug known to man. On hyperdrenaline, Eli not only feels superhuman, free from pain and fear and ordinary limitations - he actually is. The chemical generates instant, nigh-irresistable dependance. This is the link between Eli's two powers: only through his superhuman will can he avoid addiction to his superhuman ability. And even so, the temptation is always there: to will the hyperdrenaline on, and bid farewell forever to all the frailties of ordinary humanity.

SKILLS:

Eli's skills are many and varied. First, even without the use of hyperdrenaline, he is formidably physically fit: he has great raw strength, quicksilver speed, and tremendous endurance. This is amplified by the fact that, in order to allow his body to survive the use of hyperdrenaline, Eli's bones and connective tissues are very nearly unbreakable. His fitness and durability are manifested most notably in the fact that Eli has walked across North America, covering twenty to thirty miles per day, and never sprained an ankle.

Moreover, while he never had a great deal of formal schooling, Eli is naturally intelligent. His is not a fluid genius that leaps to find connections and insights; rather, it is a hard-working, laser-focused attention to detail that can tease meaning out of tiny fragments of knowledge. This intelligence is, in some sense, only one facet of a ferocious work ethic that is one of the most important parts of Eli's personality. Unwilling to be mediocre at anything, Eli has a remarkable capacity to focus, work tirelessly, learn, and improve.

For almost all of his adult life, Elias Stone has been a soldier, and so most of his skills are military in nature. He is adept with firearms, both under CQB (close-quarters battle) conditions, and when hunting human or animal prey at long range. He has a solid grasp of basic battlefield first aid, and can either place or disarm a simple explosive charge. He is a skilled small-unit tactician and a competent radio operator, and he is intimately familiar with the American military's unique internal culture. Even without the use of hyperdrenaline, he is an extremely well-trained hand-to-hand fighter; out of Muay Thai, Krav Maga, Army Combatives, and other traditions, Eli developed his own brutally elegant style, based on economy of motion and attacks to the joints and internal organs. And during his years with Special Activities, Eli learned to speak four languages, to vanish into a crowd, to spot a tail, to fly a helicopter, to search for listening devices, and to interrogate a prisoner.

But all of these skills only supplement what Eli learned as a boy in South Dakota - which was that, in the final analysis, a man has to be able to rely entirely on himself. So Eli learned to tend a garden, and forage for mushrooms, and hunt an animal - sometimes with nothing but a bow and arrows - and to cook the food that he had gathered. He learned to build a shelter, find a hiding place, and sleep under any conditions imaginable. He learned to fix most kinds of engines, and sinks, and stoves: all the practical mechanics out computer-regulated century permits. He even learned basic blacksmithing and herbal medicine. And Eli remembers all of those skills today.

Finally, as one might expect from a man as driven to excellence as Elias Stone, Eli has spent his scant spare time in academic self-improvement. He has tried to make up for his lack of university education with voracious reading: Milton and Montesquieu, Hemingway and John Stuart Mill, Franz Boaz and Omar Khayyam. By his campfire in the evening, he can usually be found leafing through a dog-eared copy of some classic work of literature or philosophy. As a result, Eli can hold his own intellectually with far more seemingly sophisticated people.

But perhaps Eli's most important skill is inseparable from his personality. Eli is a decent man, a man who cares about other people and works to help them. And he does not give up, no matter how hard the going gets, no matter how stacked the odds may be against him. This quiet, inner strength shines through, and gives Eli a compelling personal charisma. He commands respect; and from people inclined to look to others for leadership, Eli can elicit fierce and sometimes unexpected loyalty. This homeless drifter of few words could in another lifetime have led a national revolution.

WEAKNESS:

Eli is fiercely, mulishly, exhaustingly stubborn. He has a tendency to Manichaean thinking: though he recognizes that most choices are between greater and lesser evils, Eli invests those choices with immense moral importance, and so it is extremely hard to change his mind about anything, since he tends to feel that reversing himself would be an act of ethical cowardice. For the same reason, Eli has a tendency to pick fights: he sees noninterference in any wrongdoing as an immoral act, and so he will intrude himself into everything from marital quarrels to convenience-store robberies. In one sense, Eli's life for the past year has been the story of a man wandering around America butting into other people's business and then refusing to change his mind. Finally, Eli suffers from a deep inability to let things go. He tries to forgive; he never forgets. Once lost, his trust is impossible to earn again. He holds long grudges and stays angry in a slow, simmering way that flares up in bitterness and spite. This is, in many ways, Eli's least attractive quality: a stern and unforgiving memory for sins that has little room for forgiveness or redemption.

GOALS: To find something worth living for. Eli is slowly coming to terms with the fact that he has probably spent more than half of his unnaturally short life in the service of people who did not deserve his loyalty. He is searching for a new cause - or, perhaps, a person - that can give the next twenty years of his life a meaning that matters.

FEARS: Above all, Eli fears failing himself. He sees himself as a man of principles. Everything else in his life has been lost, but his principles remain. To lose those, to fail to live up to his own standard, would be for Eli to lose the only thing he has left: his own identity. And without that, he would be utterly and inescapably lost.

EQUIPMENT: His clothes, a Leatherman multitool, a box of matches, a sack lunch, a wallet with twenty dollars and some old photos, and a toothbrush. Eli doesn't own any weapons.

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PERSONALITY:

Like most people, Eli is complicated and contradictory; his personality is rooted more in conflicts than in certainties. He is a genuinely good man, for the most part: he cares about others, and wants to help and protect them. He is friendly, positive, courteous, respectful, earnest, and unconsciously charming. There is a certain amount of anachronistic chivalry to Eli, with both its good and its bad aspects. He is profoundly comfortable with violence, and views it as totally neutral; killing for the right reasons is not just a necessary evil, but a moral responsibility. He essentially views the world as being divided into people who can protect themselves, and people who cannot. It is the job of the people in the first category to defend those in the second. When this responsibility is ignored, the result is predatory behavior, inhumanity to one's fellow man, and evil. Such people are mad dogs who have to be put down. This basic, largely inarticulate philosophy has shaped Eli from an early age. Duty, service, sacrifice: these are his watchwords. Selfishness, above all, is his demon.

But Eli is also a man of immense personal drive, and this sits poorly with his moral philosophy. He is unwilling to remain mediocre at anything; he has immense ambition to learn, improve, perfect his own knowledge and abilities. The man is formidably intelligent: with no university education, he learned a half-dozen languages in ten years and is a self-taught expert on history, anthropology, and applied sciences. Equally, Eli is uncomfortable with subordinate positions in any hierarchy; he is driven to lead, to command, to assume responsibility and authority. He doesn't care much about the limelight, but loves control. Shame is hard for him to deal with, the sense that he has fallen short of his own standards for himself a torment. The result is a contradiction: a man who defines his moral landscape entirely in terms of service to those less powerful, but also a man who, at the most fundamental level, is in love with power.

This is the basic contradiction in Eli's personality. The most important and obvious way in which it manifests itself is in his relationship to hyperdrenaline. One part of Eli fears his power: he fears its addictive nature, and - at a deeper level - fears the way that it isolates him further from the rest of humanity with each use. When one sees the rest of mankind moving in slow-motion, falling apart like tissue paper under one's fists - how can one feel that one is like them, that they deserve one's loyalty or respect? Yet the same moral compass that fears the effects of hyperdrenaline is what drives Eli to keep using the chemical - because when one has power, one has a responsibility to use it for the sake of those who lack it. And deep at the back of his mind, something in Eli loves the addictive rush, loves the high of power - because when he is using hyperdrenaline, there is nothing that he can't do, no way to fail. And so all the fear falls away, and every standard to which Eli holds himself is met effortlessly, without the pain and sweat of ordinary life. Who wouldn't want to live like that all the time - even if only for just a few wonderful years?

Eli's complicated relationship with power shows through in his deep distrust of authority figures. While he is far from a natural rebel, Eli has learned to believe deeply in the corrupting effects of power, in the way that it distances those who wield it and makes them willing to dehumanize others. He admires, above all, people who are willing to surrender power, to put principle first and stand against impossible odds. He has a deep, quintessentially American love for the underdog.

To most others, Eli comes across as gravely morally earnest, charismatic and confident, naturally given to leadership, immensely focused on any given task at hand, and formidably intelligent. He has a flat Midwestern accent, and a wry, somewhat dark sense of humor. He is fiercely loyal to his friends, and unforgiving to his enemies; vengefulness comes easily to him. When conversation strays onto personal issues, he tends to clam up; he has obvious issues with intimacy and vulnerability. And he is lonely, quietly and at so profound a level that not even he realizes it. He takes charge, surrounds himself with people, easily inspires love and loyalty in others - and yet still he is lonely. There, too, lies another profound contradiction and tragedy in Elias Stone's character.

LIKES: A good walk under clear skies, a good fight with people who need to be stopped, happy families and safe communities, simple living, friends who don't ask too many questions, big dogs, and dreamless sleep.

DISLIKES: Cruelty, unnecessary rudeness, bigotry, pointless violence, prying questions, people who are loyal to institutions instead of principles, pettiness, luxury, and selfishness above all.

BIO:

Elias Stone was born in rural South Dakota in 1985. His father was Lakota, of the Oglala Sioux; his mother was from a poor Swedish farming family. The pair married in a burst of young love, looked briefly for city work, and then resigned themselves to farming. The marriage was unstable; Eli's father struggled with alcohol and was fiercely loyal to his identity, while Eli's mother was devout to the point of detachment and passive in the extreme.

Eli was the oldest of five children. They were dirt-poor, living on a tiny farm lost in the vastness of the prairie, scratching a living from the soil. They grew corn and soybeans, and Eli's mother kept a little vegetable garden and a chicken coop. The family was on welfare, but the payments came irregularly, and the winter nights grew bitterly cold. The little farmhouse's walls were thin, the coats of the children thinner still. Electricity was erratic. There was no television, and in the evenings Eli would huddle next to the radio, or read by the light of a single bare lightbulb, swinging slowly from the ceiling on its cord. The days were given over to school, a tiny K-through-twelve schoolhouse that served a hundred square miles of starving farms near the Pine Ridge reservation. The bus arrived at five AM and returned at six. After that it was work in the fields until night fell, and then homework until midnight. But Eli has always guarded some fond memories of that desolate place: the warmth of the bodies of his siblings crowded around him in the shared bed, the supple strength of riding bareback on a half-trained horse, the setting sun turning the fields golden for miles around, far off unto the hazy horizon. He learned from his father how to track and hunt and fix an engine, and from his mother how to garden and cook and pray.

The ability to produce and metabolize hyperdrenaline was a natural genetic mutation which manifested itself from an early age; Eli was able to perform superhuman feats on the football field, only to find himself wracked with pain afterwards, and yet yearning to do it again. Gradually, he forced himself to stop voluntarily entering situations in which he would have to use hyperdrenaline; the result was that he only used it when he was attacked, which - this being a poor South Dakota public school – happened fairly often. Gradually, the physical and psychological high of hyperdrenaline came to be inseparably linked with violence in Eli's mind, and he started to fight more: trying to protect others from bullying, to justify the use of his own unacknowledged powers.

Eli's parents were decent people, and they tried their best, but they were inadequate to the hand which life had dealt them. His father took to drinking, and while he was very rarely violent, he came more and more to despair; for days, Eli would have to pick up his father's workload around the farm, take care of his siblings, and care for his despondent parent. As for Eli's mother, she seemed simply to waste away; Eli could remember her when he was very young, tall and blonde and beautiful, but by the time that Eli was old enough to shave, she was just a ghost, sitting in the rocking chair and staring at nothing. She died, finally, when Eli was seventeen. People always said that Eli had her eyes.

At eighteen, Eli finally despaired of his life. He realized that his father would, in the end, never be able to provide for his children, Eli's siblings. Still less would he be able to give Eli himself any help in finding his way in life. The family desperately needed a new source of income. And so, with twenty dollars in his pocket and the clothes on his back, Eli hitchhiked to the nearest recruiting post and joined the United States Army.

It was 2003, and America had just invaded Iraq. Eli shipped off to basic training, and then infantry training, and he passed with flying colors: years of grueling farm work had left him as strong as a horse and as tough as old leather. Here, for the first time, he began to realize his potential. Eli came to understand that he was smarter than the other recruits, tougher, better at thinking on his feet. He pushed himself beyond the requirements, took leadership in team exercises, won sparring matches against experienced instructors. He began to realize his own capacity for greatness, and delight in it. He learned, half-consciously, to harness his powers; he realized that there was something different about him, and developed mental tools to trigger and control the hyperdrenaline.

Impressed, the Army responded, and passed him on to non-commissioned officer training. Eli brought to that the same level of dedication which he had carried into Basic, and was promoted to the rank of sergeant just in time for deployment to Baghdad in March 2005. In those desperate months before the surge, as ambushes and IEDs claimed record numbers of American lives, Eli proved his worth. He returned at the end of his tour with seven personal confirmed kills, the Purple Heart, and the Bronze Star with "V" for Valor.

With a sterling military record, Eli applied for special operations training and won a spot among the Green Berets. Soon enough, he found himself deployed everywhere from Haiti to the Democratic Republic of the Congo, from Somalia to Yemen, and three times to Afghanistan. He developed a reputation as a quality NCO: dedicated, fearless, uncommonly intelligent, and fiercely loyal to the men under his command. He had a remarkable capacity to learn new languages and adapt to new situations, and a skill in combat that his comrades accurately described as superhuman. Eli's star continued to rise: he received the Distinguished Service Cross, and used the limelight to apply for officer training. Eli was commissioned as a lieutenant in May 2010. It was shortly thereafter that his life changed forever.

The Intelligence Support Activity, a secretive special operations unit responsible for gathering intelligence for DEVGRU and Delta Force, took note of Eli's aptitude for solitary combat and local adaptation, and offered him a job as one of its military spies. Eli agreed, sensing an opportunity to serve his country and avoid most of the military's stifling red tape. He spent the next three years with the Activity. Eli hiked deep into the Hindu Kush, navigated the bustling streets of Aden and Tripoli, and evaded the secret police of a half-dozen different dictatorships. He was personally responsible for locating four high-value targets during the drawdown of forces in Afghanistan; one of those, a Taliban commander, Eli killed along with fifteen bodyguards inside his own cave. But on another occasion, Eli reported his target's location only to witness an airstrike that killed dozens of villagers as well as the arms dealer. Increasingly, he came to feel that his superiors - ordaining life and death from air-conditioned offices - had been corrupted by the power they wielded. They no longer recognized the humanity of their targets - or of Eli.

Ultimately, the CIA took note of Eli's work. He could disappear anywhere in the world, hunt down targets with little support, and kill them without being identified. That set of skills made Eli perfect for the Special Operations Group, the CIA's paramilitary elite. Hopeful that the CIA might be different from the Activity - and realizing that he didn't know how to do anything else - Eli transferred yet again. For two years, he worked closely with a handler named James Floyd. Free of oversight but with very little support, Elias Stone traveled the world and killed men - and a few women - who had attracted the ire of the Agency. Capable of vanishing into the crowd, escaping detection by local police, tracking down one man out of millions, and killing him even when he was surrounded by the heaviest of security, Eli became the silent arm of American vengeance. His very existence denied by the US government, Eli lived as a man without a home, a family, or a country.

As the years passed, Eli grew more and more miserable. He wasn't helping anyone, he realized: he was just killing men whom faceless bureaucrats had decided, on the basis of shaky intelligence, posed some vague threat to the United States. Soon, Eli was arguing constantly with James Floyd, who discovered that debating with Elias Stone was like talking to a brick wall. To his alarm, Eli found that SOG agents did not "retire" at the age of thirty - there was no way out of the game. Slowly, Eli began to build an exit plan: during operations in Syria, he found several million dollars in cash in ISIS oil money, and hid it for a rainy day.

Things came to a head in early 2015. Floyd assigned Eli to kill an Iraqi journalist who was apparently suspected of passing information to terrorists. Eli surveilled his target, and came to the conclusion that the incriminating intelligence had to be bogus. Floyd insisted that Eli go ahead with the kill. Eli refused, and vanished like a ghost.

The Agency, terrified by the arm that a rogue assassin could do, assigned Floyd to bring Eli back onto the reservation. Floyd kidnapped Eli's family and threatened to kill them. Eli, who was working his way across northern Syria on foot, never got the message. Floyd carried through on his threat; when there was no response from Eli, he reasoned that Eli had to be dead, and had him declared missing in action. The army sent a weekly pension check to the soldier's murdered family - who were also recorded as missing by the local police.

Eli worked his way across the Atlantic on a cargo ship from Istanbul to Galveston, and hitchhiked home to South Dakota. He found his father and his siblings missing. He put the pieces together, and set out for Virginia. James Floyd died quietly and efficiently. Eli, who hadn't seen his family in more than a decade, felt very little grief - only a great empty confusion. His country had betrayed him and everyone he loved was dead. Thanks to the life-shortening effects of hyperdrenaline, he probably only had twenty years or so left to live. What was he supposed to do now?

In the end, Eli started walking - because what else was there to do? And he never stopped. Slowly, working his way west, he found a vague kind of purpose: righting wrongs, one small town at a time. Eli drove out gangs, helped expose corrupt police chiefs, broke up drug distribution networks. He carried no weapons, and only rarely did he ever kill. He walked with nothing but a multitool and a toothbrush and a sandwich for the day in a brown paper bag. He drifted as the mood took him, moving from state to state, but inclining always west. Occasionally, local papers ran a story on the homeless drifter who fought with impossible speed and strength and skill, but the national media never really paid much attention. The cash brought from Syria and his monthly pension check were more than enough to cover Eli's scant expenses. The former soldier had no longer-term goals; in fact, he found a certain kind of peace and freedom in his aimless wandering. And now his footsteps have brought him to Seattle - and the destiny that awaits him there.

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RP EXAMPLE: My credentials are in my signature.

THEME: Leave No Man Behind, from Black Hawk Down. Like this app, it is long, and I recommend listening to it while you read.

[Altito Asmoro]

What powers are already taken so far?

Haemokinesis, limited time manipulation, electrical manipulation, vampire (super human strength/speed with drawbacks of being a vampire), some skin hardening ability, limited memory manipulation, and complete fire resistance/superhuman strength.

I think that covers all of the accepted apps on the roster.

Doesn't vampire already has superhuman strength as part of its ability? Or it is actually not?

[Independent States of Tula]

NAME: Włodzisław Sokoloff
ALIAS: "The Hussar", "Hussar", "Sokoloff"
NATIONALITY: Polish
ETHNICITY: Polish
AGE: (Born February/2/1921) 95 Years of Age
APPEARANCE: The Hussar

ALIGNMENT: Rogue
OCCUPATION: Private Military Contractor

ABILITIES: Super Human Healing Factor, this factor allow Sokoloff to survive decapitations, amputations, gunshots, stab wounds, and various other wounds that would kill any normal human. This Healing factor also allows Sokoloff virtual immortality to aging, immunity to poisons and gasses, and fights off fatigue for his muscles due to the regenerating factor, allowing Sokoloff to remain operational under physically stressful circumstances far longer than most other beings.
SKILLS: Marksman with most firearms, Expert in Hand-to-Hand Combat, Explosives Expert
WEAKNESS: Can be halted with a decapitation for a short time (several minutes), allowing his enemies to find a way to kill him completely. Such ways include an incinerator, flamethrower, acid-filled barrel, etc. Basically anything that can destroy Sokoloff's cells faster than they can regenerate. Keeping the head from growing back will keep him subdued indefinitely.
GOALS: Fight for the right reasons.
FEARS: He doesn't fear death so much as he fears his enemies getting crafty and putting his body beneath a saw that cuts his head off every time it tries to grow back...hey he can have irrational fears. He also fears that all his fighting will be for nothing as the younger generations ignore the past atrocities of the Socialists and Communists and embrace their ideals ever increasingly in modern western societies.

EQUIPMENT:

1x kbs wz. 1996D Beryl with various optics and accessories for the given mission.

1x WIST-94L with suppressor if needed.

1x Military knife wz. 98

PERSONALITY: Cold, Detached, Jaded by his past, yet for some reason still wants to do good.
LIKES: Trying to do what he thinks is right, Reading, Shooting, Killing those he thinks deserves it, drinking a cold one after a mission.
DISLIKES: Watching people suffer who don't need to, Russians, Communists, those he considers evil, being called a Mercenary.

BIO: Sokoloff was born in 1921 to a family of Polish Farmers outside of Warsaw. When he was 18 he joined up in the Polish Army and attempted to stop Hitler's invasion of Poland. He failed when the Russians joined in and quickly found himself in hiding from the occupying Nazis and Soviets alongside other soldiers who'd escaped death on the battlefields of Poland. Sokoloff was quick to join the Secret Polish Army which in 1941 would join the Home Army, as he continued to take up arms against the Nazis in Western Poland. In 1944 Sokoloff took part in the Warsaw uprising, it was in this Uprising that his powers started to show themselves when he took a bullet to the chest from a German sniper that should have killed him. It didn't and within a week Sokoloff was back to fighting, however his fight would only last so long as the advancing Soviet Army stopped short of Warsaw and made clear to the Polish fighters within the city that the Soviet Union had betrayed them.

During the final weeks of the desperate fighting in Warsaw Sokoloff's heart hardened against the Russians who had so callously betrayed the Polish fighters on Stalin's orders. He survived the fighting in Warsaw and was able to escape with a small group of fellow fighters, they then began the fight against the Soviets who had come to occupy Poland. Unfortunately this would end in failure with Sokoloff the only survivor. With his friends and family dead, and it now clear that the Soviets had Poland in their iron grip Sokoloff fled Poland and became a mercenary with a cause. Becoming known as the Winged Hussar (for the patch of the old warriors on his uniform, the only patch he ever wore on missions) Sokoloff began fighting the Communists from East Asia, to Africa and South America...determined to stop the Communist Scourge.

Finally Sokoloff found victory as in 1989 Poland freed herself from the Soviet Union and two years later the Soviet State collapsed. Sokoloff moved back to Poland after the Solidarity Movement retook the nation, and from there he worked as a Contractor for the Polish Army, training soldiers and eventually going off to fight in the Middle East alongside the NATO detachment that Poland sent to Afghanistan and Iraq. Recently Sokoloff has been laid off as a Contractor by the Polish and has received an invitation to meet with the Benefactor and he has accepted, seeing it as a possible job opportunity.

RP EXAMPLE: Broken Line RP

THEME: None

[Quazin the Great]

What powers are already taken so far?

I'm doing matter phasing which will be up in a bit so i dont reccomend doing that

[The Intergalactic Russian Empire]

So two Nazis, a Jew, and a Pole all walk into a superhero meeting.

[Altito Asmoro]

So two Nazis, a Jew, and a Pole all walk into a superhero meeting.

And a Russian. Mine's Russian.

Sounds like World War Two.

[Independent States of Tula]

So two Nazis, a Jew, and a Pole all walk into a superhero meeting.

Pretty much that, yeah...this'll be fun.

[Ben M]

Lmao, he does not indeed! And yeah that actually does sound like it

Anyone seen Doctor Horrible's Sing Along Blog?
Amazing show. The Hebrew Hammer reminds me of a character in it, Captain Hammer, and a specific line of his...

I LOVE Dr Horrible!!!!!

So two Nazis, a Jew, and a Pole all walk into a superhero meeting.

Pretty much that, yeah...this'll be fun.

At the very least it will be interesting

[Independent States of Tula]

Anyone seen Doctor Horrible's Sing Along Blog?
Amazing show. The Hebrew Hammer reminds me of a character in it, Captain Hammer, and a specific line of his...

I LOVE Dr Horrible!!!!!

Pretty much that, yeah...this'll be fun.

At the very least it will be interesting

Jew and Pole powers activate?

[Barapam]

NAME: Włodzisław Sokoloff
ALIAS: "The Hussar", "Hussar", "Sokoloff"
NATIONALITY: Polish
ETHNICITY: Polish
AGE: (Born February/2/1921) 95 Years of Age
APPEARANCE: The Hussar

ALIGNMENT: Rogue
OCCUPATION: Private Military Contractor

ABILITIES: Super Human Healing Factor, this factor allow Sokoloff to survive decapitations, amputations, gunshots, stab wounds, and various other wounds that would kill any normal human. This Healing factor also allows Sokoloff virtual immortality to aging, immunity to poisons and gasses, and fights off fatigue for his muscles due to the regenerating factor, allowing Sokoloff to remain operational under physically stressful circumstances far longer than most other beings.
SKILLS: Marksman with most firearms, Expert in Hand-to-Hand Combat, Explosives Expert
WEAKNESS: Can be halted with a decapitation for a short time (several minutes), allowing his enemies to find a way to kill him completely. Such ways include an incinerator, flamethrower, acid-filled barrel, etc. Basically anything that can destroy Sokoloff's cells faster than they can regenerate. Keeping the head from growing back will keep him subdued indefinitely.
GOALS: Fight for the right reasons.
FEARS: He doesn't fear death so much as he fears his enemies getting crafty and putting his body beneath a saw that cuts his head off every time it tries to grow back...hey he can have irrational fears. He also fears that all his fighting will be for nothing as the younger generations ignore the past atrocities of the Socialists and Communists and embrace their ideals ever increasingly in modern western societies.

EQUIPMENT:

1x kbs wz. 1996D Beryl with various optics and accessories for the given mission.

1x WIST-94L with suppressor if needed.

1x Military knife wz. 98

PERSONALITY: Cold, Detached, Jaded by his past, yet for some reason still wants to do good.
LIKES: Trying to do what he thinks is right, Reading, Shooting, Killing those he thinks deserves it, drinking a cold one after a mission.
DISLIKES: Watching people suffer who don't need to, Russians, Communists, those he considers evil, being called a Mercenary.

BIO: Sokoloff was born in 1921 to a family of Polish Farmers outside of Warsaw. When he was 18 he joined up in the Polish Army and attempted to stop Hitler's invasion of Poland. He failed when the Russians joined in and quickly found himself in hiding from the occupying Nazis and Soviets alongside other soldiers who'd escaped death on the battlefields of Poland. Sokoloff was quick to join the Secret Polish Army which in 1941 would join the Home Army, as he continued to take up arms against the Nazis in Western Poland. In 1944 Sokoloff took part in the Warsaw uprising, it was in this Uprising that his powers started to show themselves when he took a bullet to the chest from a German sniper that should have killed him. It didn't and within a week Sokoloff was back to fighting, however his fight would only last so long as the advancing Soviet Army stopped short of Warsaw and made clear to the Polish fighters within the city that the Soviet Union had betrayed them.

During the final weeks of the desperate fighting in Warsaw Sokoloff's heart hardened against the Russians who had so callously betrayed the Polish fighters on Stalin's orders. He survived the fighting in Warsaw and was able to escape with a small group of fellow fighters, they then began the fight against the Soviets who had come to occupy Poland. Unfortunately this would end in failure with Sokoloff the only survivor. With his friends and family dead, and it now clear that the Soviets had Poland in their iron grip Sokoloff fled Poland and became a mercenary with a cause. Becoming known as the Winged Hussar (for the patch of the old warriors on his uniform, the only patch he ever wore on missions) Sokoloff began fighting the Communists from East Asia, to Africa and South America...determined to stop the Communist Scourge.

Finally Sokoloff found victory as in 1989 Poland freed herself from the Soviet Union and two years later the Soviet State collapsed. Sokoloff moved back to Poland after the Solidarity Movement retook the nation, and from there he worked as a Contractor for the Polish Army, training soldiers and eventually going off to fight in the Middle East alongside the NATO detachment that Poland sent to Afghanistan and Iraq. Recently Sokoloff has been laid off as a Contractor by the Polish and has received an invitation to meet with the Benefactor and he has accepted, seeing it as a possible job opportunity.

RP EXAMPLE: Broken Line RP

THEME: None

Could this be a suiting theme? Sabaton - Uprising

So two Nazis, a Jew, and a Pole all walk into a superhero meeting.

So two Nazis, a Jew, and a Pole all walk into a superhero meeting.

And a Russian. Mine's Russian.

Sounds like World War Two.

Plus there's a Frenchman, an Italian, and some Americans.