World of Heroes

Shall we get the ball rolling?

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Name: Jaecar Mikitenko
Alias: Red Bear (he is only known by this name; only a select few call him by his real name)
Gender: Male
Age: 42
Nationality: German/Russian
Alignment: Neutral
Powers: He is naturally imbued with super-strength, stamina and regeneration. On top of that, he has been modified with armour-plating and in-built weapons.
Power Source: Inherited/Technology
Weaknesses: Large enough blasts can take him down, as can wearing him down. He can also run out of fuel, severely limiting his offensive capabilities. He is also a bit old and rusty.
Personality: Bitter and resentful, he is a forgotten relic of the Soviet age and as such he isn't the friendliest of sorts. He is loud and outspoken and does not care if he offends or upsets anyone. However, he is intelligent and can display a degree of empathy, plus his experience and age has wisened him to the world and he may just divulge his wisdom to younger types.
Appearance: He stands at 6' 4" and is a muscular Caucasian man. He sports a reddish-brown beard and has tough, worn skin. He has huge hairy eyebrows and in quite hirsute all over. Steel plates have been grafted all over his body, including his arms, torso, legs and his head, where his hair should be. He wears an eye-patch as he lost his eye many years ago. He usually wears dark, dirty combat trousers and a white vest, with a dark trenchcoat. He also has a small cylindrical fuel tank grafted into his back which causes a long hump down his back, which he hides with a bullet-proof red cape, which has a faded hammer-and-sickle on it.
Weapons: He has hidden flamethrowers in his hands and his boots are rocket-boots, allowing limited flight capabilities.
History: The son of a Soviet super that fought against the aliens and a German civilian, he was raised in Leipzig, East Germany. Being the son of a super, he developed his own powers in adolescence and was targeted by Soviet authorities for their own Super program. Take from his parents aged 9, he was trained to fight for the Soviet cause in a secret camp in Siberia, and to boost his powers he was unwillingly fitted with his armour and weapons. He was sent to fight in Afghanistan for the Soviet cause, but as the conflict drew to a close, he became disillusioned and deserted back to Germany. In response, the Soviets disowned him, making him nationality-less. After the collapse of the Soviet Union, he found a deserted retreat in the Bavarian Alps. Local authorities know that he has no nationality but they have agreed not to turn him in to immigration authorities, knowing it would be more trouble than it is worth. The new Russian government have a staunch policy disavowing any relations to Soviet supers, thus preventing him from regaining Russian citizenship.
Theme(s): Rammstein - Feuer Frei
Relationships: His parents are dead, otherwise he had a mentor known as Crazy Ivan whose whereabouts are currently unknown
Other: Nope.

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Jaecar Mikitenko/Red Bear

The morning was crisp, and a cold chill swept through the dilapidated house. Jaecar shifted through the house in his overcoat with a big china mug and went to a cupboard. Opening it up, he grabbed the first bottle inside, a large bottle of vodka, and proceeded to fill up the stained mug with the spirit. He took a big swig from the bottle for good measure, and wiped his mouth with the sleeve of his overcoat. He wandered past a cracked mirror to a radio and turned it on nonchalantly, then walking outside to take in the morning air. His joints creaked, having fallen into disuse and he had not cared to oil them for nearly a decade now. He took a deep breath of the morning air, and closed his eyes, letting his ears become nature's. he could hear a waterfall in the background and the sound of birds. The radio was broadcasting the morning news, which he cared not to listen to.

"...New York Authorities are calling for measures to be taken against this new 'super' crime wave that has been plaguing the state as of late. In other news, Russia have denied reports that high energy signatures in Siberia are a result of weapons testing. However, they are refusing to let in U.N. authorities to investigate. The U.S.A. has..."

A car pulled into the driveway. A beaten, old Volkswagon. A man stepped out, dressed in a brown winter coat and a hat. It was the local police sergeant, an old friend of Jaecar's.
"Herr Mikitenko," he said warmly as he took off his hat. He was around 60 years old and had a thick, grey moustache. He was carrying a carrier bag full of groceries and a bratwurst roll. Jaecar smiled and took the carrier bag, and the sergeant took a bite from the roll.
"Thank you for these, Herr Kustner. Any news from the town?"
Herr Kustner smiled and looked down the mountain to the small town. Most prominently was a church spire emanating from the series of houses and shops.
"Ja, Frau Gestern has had another little girl."
Jaecar turned to a shed and picked up a wheelbarrow.
"I've had your timber ready for a few days now," he said. Suddenly, the wind picked up.

The two looked up to the skies, and two small black helicopters, followed by a larger black one emerged from the cloud.
"Well, this is certainly most interesting," Herr Kustner said, shielding his eyes from the sun to get a good look. The helicopters proceeded to land in the yard in front of the house, and out emerged men in suits, and then a few men in winter Army coats, wearing shapka hats with the flaps worn down.
"Well, this would certainly explain the presence of suited men in Church last Sunday," Herr Kustner said. Jaecar turned to him.
"What? And you never told me?"
"They were not Germans, and I assumed you would not want the worry of being found. Besides, it matters little now."
Jaecar sighed and waited for the men to approach him. Some were carrying pistols, others had heavier gear, including SMGs.

"Red Bear, you are a hard man to find!" said one of the army coats in a thick Russian voice. Herr Kustner could not understand Russian, but he knew the accent well.
"Russians, huh?" he said in German. Jaecar turned to him.
"You'd better leave. I don't think this is a personal visit, somehow."
The sergeant nodded and took his leave. Jaecar turned to the army coat.
"So, why have you come here? I thought I was down with you guys for good."
"The Russian government, perhaps, but we still keep tabs on our weapons, Jaecar."
This struck Jaecar immensely. Only Russians involved in the 'Hand of Lenin' programme knew his real name. He let his shock turn into a smile.
"So, ex-Soviets."
"A very secret wing of the Russian army. Even the government doesn't know of our existence. They don't trust us ex-Soviets, but when they fired damn near all of our top guys, we took with us the secrets of over 100 installations that we never revealed to the government. However, at the risk of being compromised, we need your help. There has been an...incident...in Siberia."
Jaecar turned away.
"Sorry, but I no longer work for you, and your mess is your own."
The army chief smiled and picked up a briefcase.
"Not even...for this?"
The briefcase opened and Jaecar turned around. It was filled with documentation: a passport, birth certificate, work permit, everything needed for a full identity. Jaecar looked up, astounded.
"This passport would not only make you a full citizen of the Russian federation, but one with diplomatic privileges. You could travel to any country you'd want."
Jaecar stood up straight and nodded.
"Okay, I'm in. But I'll need a tool-up."
The army coat laughed and gave him a once-over.
"Yes, I can see you've become...rusty...and on this helicopter we have the equipment necessary to tool you up on the journey over."
Jaecar nodded and followed the suits onto the helicopter, and prepared to enter action once again.

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OOC: Okay guys, so do what you guys do. Fight crime, cause crime or whatever you want. Introductory posts and what not. I'll get the main plot rolling soon so everyone can get involved.