<~{ World of Heroes }~> ...it begins... (LSUs welcome)

[Blademaster]

Sweet. Let's give this disaster (My characters, not the RPG) a shot...




Name: None
Alias: Enigma
Gender: Male
Age: 19
Nationality: American
Alignment: Chaotic-Neutral
Powers: Enigma is a shapeshifter, but with a few twists and limitations:
-Enigma cannot replicate living tissue. Too complex. He can only create inanimate forms from himself.
-Provided they stay in contact, Enigma can assume multiple forms at once (i.e., he can form one hand into a sword and the other into a bazooka, etc.)
-Enigma cannot transform every cell in his body, or else he'll be stuck in inanimate form forever.
-In accordance with the law that states matter cannot be created out of nowhere, any projectiles Enigma produces come from his body.
Power Source: Science/Technology
Weaknesses: Electricty scrambles his genetic structure horribly. It can paralyze and even kill him if he is repeatedly bombarded by electrical attacks.
Appearance: His preferred form is a 6', 200 lb. teen with spiky black hair and orange glasses that resemble a visor or a pair of goggles. In what may be an homage or a mockery of Superman, he forms around himself a red spandex bodysuit with blue bands around the shoulders and a blue crotch. Black boots and gloves adorn his feet and hands (respectively).
Personality: Rude, crude, lewd, lazy, and violent. Enigma does what he wants and says what he wants, and any man or law that disagrees with him will likely be met with a "Fuck you." and/or a punch in the face.
Weapons: Whatever his imagination conjures up, and whatever his body can absorb.
History: Enigma started out as an aborted fetus. In the early '00's, underground stem cell researchers salvaged stem cells from whatever sources they could and tried to convert them into Super cells. After countless different experiments, they finally got a successful test subject - Enigma - who was the result of those tests. ALL of them.
Due to his insane genes, Enigma displayed properties of all the elements in his body from the day of his 'birth,' as well as an unfortunate side effect of aging much faster than a normal human. In cliche movie fashion, Enigma got sick of being a guinea pig and broke out of the lab he was held in, seeking to get revenge on all the asshole humans of the world. His first target was a little kid...
For awhile after that, Enigma debated with himself over his actions, before he finally adopted a more antiheroic stance instead of a villianous one. For awhile, he worked solo... Until one day...
Theme(s): Paradise City, by Guns 'N Roses.
Relationships: "Friends" with Ivan
Other: Someone get this guy a better theme. Please. I'm begging you.


Name: Ivan Faust
Alias: None, but many incorrectly assume it to be 'Zandios'
Gender: Male
Age: 24
Nationality: German-American
Alignment: Lawful Neutral
Powers: Ivan controls the powers of the dark. Shadow. He can fire concentrated bursts of frigid black energy or use shadows to camouflage himself. His specialty is conjuring microcosmic vacuums that suck the energy out of Ivan's target, reducing it to dust if Ivan draws out all its energy.
Power Source: Magic/Mythological
Weaknesses: Ivan has no notable weaknesses aside from the fact that he is human, and despite his powers and his expertise in fighting, a single well-aimed bullet or car wreck will kill him just as easily as it'd kill you or me.
Appearance: A frightening figure, Ivan stands a towering 7 feet tall and weighs a lean 225 lbs. His hair is black and tied into a shoulder-length ponytail, and his icy blue eyes are hidden behind thin, wire-frame glasses. His entire wardrobe is black: his pants, boots, gloves, and his coat, which stretches down behind him like a cape. Ironically, his hairband and the shirt underneath his coat are pure white.
Personality: Ivan is a cold, silent figure. He pushes away everyone around him, or ignores them entirely. Despite his German descent, he speaks perfect English and has an advanced vocabulary and psyche.
Weapons: Ivan carries a nohinto (a Japanese sword) that's about 5 feet long. It's his primary means of attack and defense.
History: Ivan has led what he calls a 'cursed' life. From the fire that killed his parents when he turned six to the collapse of his orphanage a few years later to the occurrence of Hurricane Katrina on his 18th birthday, in a New Orleans school, he considers himself personally responsible for the death of over 2,500 people to date.
In the aftermath of Katrina, he found a sword amidst the wreckage and enrolled in a dojo, where he repelled everyone around him. After several years of learning to use his sword, a chimera calling itself 'Zandios' visited him in his mind, granting him powers over shadow in exchange for his services against an onslaught of evil creatures threatening the world. He reluctantly agreed, but while the creatures themselves are long gone, Zandios has stayed with Ivan, who has yet to overcome his own demons (and be in an RPG long enough to character develop into something more than an emo prick with a sword). Also, he needs all the power he can get to keep his 'partner' in line...
Theme(s): Destiny, by Stratovarius.
Relationships: Is "friends" with Enigma.
Other: Got kinda lazy with Ivan's profile, sorry. Check the RPG "The Scourge" if you want a better bio of him. Oh, and he's homeless too. Pretty well-maintained for a bum.

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Ivan and Enigma

"DIE, MOTHERFUCKER!"

With that surprisingly unheroic battlecry, the last of the sewer creatures was blown to oblivion by the red-clad teen's weapon, which resembled - of all things - Megaman's Mega Buster.

"Was that truly necessary, Enigma?" an elder voice asked behind him as his gun-hand reverted back to flesh and bone.

"Shut up." Enigma growled. "That walking piece of shit was asking for it."

"Whether or not it instigated your engagement is irrelevant." the voice responded, its owner - a tall (REALLY tall) man dressed entirely in black - stepping forward into the pale light of the post-dusk streetlight. "My point is that that creature was vulnerable enough to eliminate with melee attacks; you did not need to waste your energy on a... What WAS that that you shot it with?"

"A compressed fireball." Enigma replied, a bit proudly. "All it cost me was the air in my lungs and a little blood for fuel."

"That blood keeps you alive, Enigma. Such reckless disregard for your body will inevitably destroy it."

"Shut your fucking mouth, Ivan." Enigma snapped back. "You're not my mother, you know. It was a half a cup of blood. My body'll make more. Calm the fuck down already."

"That half a cup could mean the difference between life and death should you be severely injured in a fight."

"Whatever." Enigma groaned. "I guess you WOULD be the expert on death between the two of us, huh?"

Ivan's features visibly darkened.

"Don't you dare condemn me." he said, his voice dangerously emotionless (even for him). "I'm not the one between us who willingly murdered an innocent child for-"

"FUCK YOU!" Enigma screamed, throwing a punch at Ivan's face; the latter easily dodged it, catching Enigma's fist, and then pulling it towards him. As soon as he felt Enigma was startled and his arm limp, he slammed that fist right back into Enigma's face.

KROMF!

"OUMF!!!" Enigma yelled, his hands cupped over his face. "Mr'erfucker y'r himme innrnose!"

"Learn to control your emotions, Enigma." Ivan said, his almost sinister voice returning to its normal level. "Lest they eventually kill YOU, as well..."

Before Enigma could remove his hands from his bleeding nose and protest further, an explosion from somewhere downtown caught their attention.

"God damn it..." Enigma muttered, sniffing and wiping the blood off his upper lip. "What now?"

"I do not know." Ivan responded, reaching for the sword slung over his shoulder. "But I doubt it is something beneficial to the city."

"Yeah, no shit." Enigma growled, a pair of metallic wings growing from his shoulders, formed from the dense bone matter that would weigh him down in the midst of flight. "Let's go."

Ivan closed his eyes, shadows gathering around his feet.

"ZANDIOS!!!" he yelled to the sky, showing emotion for the first time.

The shadows around his feet erupted upwards, wrapping his body and transforming it, until they finally dissipated to reveal a slightly more muscular Ivan, a pair of grey, angelic wings sprouting from his own shoulders. His eyes opened, a yellow glow eminating from them.

"Lead the way." he growled to Enigma, his voice a bit raspier than it had been before.

The red-clad one nodded, then leapt up into the air, wings beating. Ivan followed suit, like a dark angel. Within seconds, the two were aloft and out of sight...

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Next.

Oh, yeah, Ivan and Enigma are in the southeastern U.S. at the moment. Not quite in redneck country yet, but they're definitely across the Mason-Dixon line.

OK, NOW next.

[classy_cat18]

Oh, yeah, Ivan and Enigma are in the southeastern U.S. at the moment. Not quite in redneck country yet, but they're definitely across the Mason-Dixon line.

Hey, they're in my neck of the woods! The offline me, that is. I'm okay with it, as long as they lay off the Vulcan statue!

[Blademaster]

Ivan and Enigma

"Hey, buddy. Wake up."

Enigma, now in the guise of a bum sleeping on a park bunch, just grunted and rolled over.

"Hey! I said WAKE UP!"

Enigma opened one eye crankily.

Standing over him was a portly police officer, a nightstick in hand, tapping it against his palm. He looked unhappy.

"You can't sleep here, pal." The policeman said, a frown plastered on his tomato-red face. "Shove off, now."

"Piss off, asshole." Enigma snarled, closing his eye.

The cop's frown deepened.

"I'm not gonna say it again." he warned. "Leave or you'll be arrested."

Irritated, Enigma got up off the bench and turned to walk away...

WHAM!

The officer's eyes bulged as Enigma's back foot planted itself in his crotch (forming into a cleat in the process); the cop hit the ground, hands over his crotch, writhing in pain.

Enigma smiled, lowering his foot and walking off into the bushes.

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A short while later, Enigma (now in his 'normal' garb) had reached a lake; on the shore sat a single person.

The previous night, Enigma and Ivan had heard an explosion, caused by a local factory accident. An explosion had set the building ablaze and trapped several workers inside; thanks to Ivan's teleporting powers and Enigma's shapeshifting, the workers had been saved and the fire extinguished.

As usual, afterwards, the duo had split up and fled - Ivan always distanced himself from people, and Enigma just didn't like them. Attention was fine, but he got annoyed too easily to be a celebrity. Several news reporters over the years and their black eyes and broken cameras could vouch for that.

"Yo! Nature boy!" Enigma hollered. "Wake up!"

"I'm already awake." Ivan said. "Please be quiet." Ivan whispered. "I'm trying to fish."

Enigma grumbled to himself and held out his hand, taking a deep breath.

FWOOM!

A huge plume of steam erupted from the lake as the energy blast slammed into its bed; water and assorted fish (and chunks of other animals) rained down around the duo.

Ivan's eyebrow twitched.

"There." Enigma said proudly. "Breakfast big enough for an entire city."

'This is why we're unable to ascertain nice things.' Ivan thought, his eyebrow twitching.

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A half an hour later, after eating (which Ivan had more than a few things to say about), the dark-haired swordsman was walking through the city, when he overheard a few teenagers walking past him:

"I hope Fiona's alright. She's got family in Vancouver."

"No, I heard that the attack is happening further towards Seattle."

"No, the news is saying that it's right ON the border."

"The border is huge, dude! That doesn't help!"

Ivan got a cold feeling in his stomach; he turned and approached the trio.

"Excuse me."

They turned towards him.

"What is this 'attack' you're speaking of?"

"Don't you watch the news, man?" the first teen asked. "There's some alien or something attacking on the Washington state border."

"Yeah, like in the movie Alien." the second one added. "Big, ugly, black thing with nasty teeth and claws."

"It's attacking border patrol stations, they said." the third one piped in. "Like, ten people are already dead. They SHOWED it on TV."

Ivan's eyes widened; he turned and ran, in search of Enigma.