Hello out there this is my first stab at an rpg so be gentle

Victory City Mayor's Office
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The mayor in his office is pacing in his office with the the vice-mayor

Mayor "This is terrible. This city is curropt. Most of the cops are dirty, we have a natural disaster every week, and drug running is more common then a Paris Hilton nipple slip. I'd resign but there's no one else who take this job."

Vice-Mayor "What can you do? With all the mob bosses and villians around of course the city is down-hill. And we can't afford to call in any big name hero's to help us out."

Mayor stop's pacing "Then we have to take what ever hero's we can get. Call the Newspaper. I have an Idea."

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Help Wanted Section

Victory City needs Hero! Please come and help our city!

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Now that you know the back story design a hero and help to clean up the city

just one rule

1. No supermen! Use whatever powers you want but please don't design a I can't die except by some rare material Hero.

other then that have whatever powers you want

I am Sailor Moose. I can... umm... I'm pretty lame but I look good while trying to kick butt. Hey, you get what you pay for. LOL. I can use my antler like hair to smack people and protect small woodland creatures!

*It's an dark night at the docks 5 thugs are stealing heavy lifting equipment*

thug1 "Shouldn't we be more careful?'

thug2 "The guards been paid off, the cameras are offline, and there's no else around for miles. We couldn't be more careful."

"Didn't your parent's ever teach you it's not nice to steal?"

Profile

Hero name:The Bomb

Apperance: Red trench coat and Fedora wearing a blue and red mask

Powers: incrdible speed and creting bomb out thin air

Secret Identinty: If I told you it woouldn't be a secret now would it?

*The Bomb walks out of the shadow's*

The Bomb"You gentelman wouldn't be trying to steal that equipment now would you?"

thug1" Who's this clown?"

thug2"from the way he's dressed I think an out of work circus clown."

thug3" Okay pally who are you?"

The Bomb" They call me The Bomb. And please no lame 80's joke about the name."

thug4"The Bomb? Let's see if you explode.!"

*thugs draw gun's and fire at Bomb*

"What I say about the jokes?"

*they turn around to see The Bomb behind them. he snaps his fingers and explosions knock the guns at of their hand*

"Now behave your selves like good little boy and...OOFFF!"

*thug 5 appears and knock The Bomb to the ground with an exoskeleton he found in the moving equipment*

thug5 "You guy's go ahead I'll finish this guy off and follow"

*other thugs make their getaway in van while The Bomb and last thug face-off*

Bomb" Looks like this hero stuff is going to be harder then I thought"

*Location: Rooftop of the nightclub, Paradyse.*

*Gunfire rings out in the distance. Many of the city streets are illuminated by the familiar red and blue glow of passing sirens. Watching the cityscape from his office, Jaxon Creed overgoes reports from the passing day's retrieval.*
Secretary: "Mr. Creed?"
Creed: "Yes?"
Secretary: "We picked up five more willing to stay. Three others were 'harrassed' by Linderman's goons again."
Creed: "Send a 'Get well soon' package to each of them and pay their hospital bills. Spare no expense."
*He get's up from his chair toward a nearby closet*
Creed: "Take care of things while I'm gone, Ms. Douglas."
Douglas: "Where are you going?"
Creed: "...to work."
*Inside the closet is a black cape and a black mesh hood*

Jaxon Creed; one of the most powerful, yet charitable men in Victory City. A name respected by both the socialites of high society, and by the the middle class or lower inhabitants of skid row. By day, a billionaire entrepenuer and owner of Paradyse, a nightclub that mascerades as a front for a battered women's shelter...

...By night, he is the masked vigillante, Stealth.

*Thug5 in exoskeleton arms grow to grab Bomb. He dodeges both blows but loses his hat.*

"Okay the kiddy gloves are off!"

*He produces bombs and throw them to blow off exoskelton arms and legs. Then produces a bomb in his fist and punches the exoskeleton directly. thug is alive but burned and unconcious. Siren's are heard in the distance as Bomb picks up hat.*

"The police should be able to handle the rest from here."

*Walks off into the shadows*

(is a blonde with a white T-shirt and dark blue geans. My power will be telekaneses. Her name is.... uh.... Brina.)

*walks in and presses the self destruct botten and blows up half of the city.*

"opps....better think of a way to exsplain this...."

Oy oy, seems like this city is in quite a mess. Tsheh, I'm not surprised, actually ! *grins*

*A tall slim but quite athleticaly built young man steps inside the mayor's room. He has a soft tan and long wild black-greyish hair, with long bangs at the side and tied up in a tail at the back making him look like a samurai. He wears quite an extravagant outfit with lots of belts ( the ladies just melt when they see him ) and a holder attached to his long pants which carries a special looking sword with a semi-circle handle covered with strange marks*

I guess you are the mayor of this dump ?! You look rich, so you must be him ... NYAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA

*takes an apple from the fruit basket on the mayor's desk and throws it in the air. As it drops down again, a short slashing sound can be heard and suddenly the apple falls to pieces back on the desk. I grab a piece and take a bite out if*

I was thinking that maybe my speed and fighting skills could be handy. So, whatcha think, old man ... want me to help you to clean up this city ?!

*doesn't wait for the stunned mayor to reply, turns around and walks towards the door laughing and grinning softly. Right before I step out, I turn around*

Ow and btw, old man, my name is Seiji. Seiji Ichigami.

*sexily, gives my pony tail a tap, puts up a big smile and walks outside the office*

*Bomb stops outside a resteraunt/bar*

"Can't go home in my work clothes."

*touches watch and clothes go into watch and are replaced by jeans and a jersey*

"much better."

*Walks and to resteraunt waves to employees goes to back upstairs and sits in chair. starts to think

"So far there have been three heist of heavy machinery this week. Why? Even in Victory it be hard to move something like that on the black market. It be easier to rob a bank.It's not even that valuble. So why bother?"[i][/i]

*runs up to the mayor.*

"We have a problem I....err... I mean someone blew up half of the city....again...."

*Back alleys of downtown Victory City*

*A young woman flees in terror, several gansters closely following. They quickly catfch up and surround her.*
Hoodlum: "Where do you think you're going, missy?"
Girl: "I said I was sorry! Why won't you leave?!"
Thug: "We ain't finished yet."
*as the hoods swarm around their victim, a deep voice bellows from the shadows.*
Voice: "'The multiplying villainies of nature do swarm upon him...'"
*a man in black emerges from the walls*
Stealth: "'...disdaining fortune with his brandish'd steel, which smoked with bloody execution...'"
*The hoods rush from all sides. One pulls out a knife and comes slashing; he grabs the thug by the wrist and strikes him with a spinning elbow to the face. Two more rush in, but he throws the thug in their direction. Moving with incredible speed, he rushes the hoods and attacks them in the shadows of the alley.*

*Theodore Baxter aka the bomb is still looking trying to figure out why anyone would want to steal heavy machinery when he looks at the newspaper*

"Whatever the reason I won't find out here. Time see if I can find me a sninch"

*Presses watch to put on Bomb costume and goes out window*

*A lone thug crawls out of the shadows badly beaten. Close behind him is Stealth, carrying a blood-soaked baton-stick*
Thug: "Please, let me go..."
Stealth: "'Spare the rod...'"
*He smashes the thug in the neck with the baton. As the thug blacks out, Stealth turns his attention to the woman. She stands with a can of mace in her hand.*
Stealth: "My apologies, miss. I do not mean to harm you... ...but seeing as you saw what I can do, I understand fully if you are apprehensive. Are you injured?"
Woman: *nervously* "...no."
Stealth: "I see."
*He turns to walk away*
Woman: "Why did you save me? Those guys work for Linderman..."
Stealth: "Why does a man commit a good deed knowing full well that the reward is minimal?... ...Because he can, knowing full well that the benefit of the act itself far outweighs any form of compensation."
*The woman looks confused*
Stealth: "I see you are not convinced. Very well..." *Throws a card* "...If you trulty hate Linderman, go see this man."
*She looks at the card*
Woman: "Who are you?"
*Her savior is gone. Alone at the alley, she reads the name on the card.*
Woman: "Jaxon Galahad Creed..."

*The Bomb arrives outside of The Dragon's Maw. The city's dirtiest bar where every low life hangs out. he looks up at the chessy neon sign.*

"There has to be somebody here who has info on the heist."

*walks into bar*

"Oh my god im bored...."

*sits on the window sill and stares out the window.*

"I need something to do...."

*leaps from rooftop to rooftop*
"...a busy night. With my luck, things are gonna get worse before they get better. Oh well, que cera...cera."
*Heads towards downtown, passing by a young girl on a windowsill.*

*Bomb walks into Dragons Maw. when he enter the room goes silent. He walks over to the bar and talks to bartender*

bartender"What do you want?"

Bomb"Information."

bt"Were out of that."

Bomb"Draft"

*as bartender gets beer a everyone switches their attention to converesation. bartender returns with beer*

bt" Anything else?"

Bomb"Would you know why someone would steal heavy lifting equipment sense it practily useless?"

"You ask stupid question's."

*Bomb turns around is faces 5 goons their leader bigger and taller then the others.*

leader" Your to early for hallowen so why don't you go home and come back in 10 month's"

bomb"Or?"

leader"Or me and my friends become a good deal less friendly."

bomb"Can I finish my beer?"

leader"hahah...sure"

*Bomb raises mug and act's like he about to take off mask. He throw beer in on goo's face the elbow smashes him. smashes glass on another head. 2 try to grab him but he knock their heads toghter and knocks them out. then punches out leader. bomb lays a 10 beer*

"Keep the change."

*Drags goon leader out of bar and into shadows*

*City Hall*

Man: "Jaxon Galahad Creed. Born 1980, Basin City. Same place as you, Senator."
Roark: "Whazzat supposed to mean?"
Man: "Uhh...nothing Senator Roark."
Roark: "What's the deal with this fellow?"
Man: "Champion of the charity. Donates majority of his profits from the Paradyse to needy causes..."
Roark: *blows smoke from his cigar* "The man has no idea how to really use that money."
Man: "What do you suggest we do?"
Roark: "Send Rolento down to teach that optimistic fool a lesson."

NAme: Jerrald
NicK: Morph
Power:able to morph anything out of everything

Gangster:leave your wallet on the ground and walk away slowly....
Lady: oh?and why must i?
Gangster:Cause i'm gonna cut your pretty face with this knife over here.
*takes out a knife*
Lady:Don't hurt me!
Morph: is he bothering you maam?
Gangster:this is not your business get lost
Morph: that's quite a knife you got there~wanna look at mine?
* takes a stick lying on the floor and turns it into a sword *
Gangster:!
Morph:goodbye now~
Gangster:!arhhhhh!
*runs away*

*Goon Leader wakes up to find himself upside over an alley 5 stories up*

goon"What the f.."

bomb"Why are people stealing heavy duty equipment?"

*Bomb is standing on other end of chain holding goon up*

goon"Are you nut's?!?!"

Bomb"who's stealing the machines?"

goon"let me down!"

bomb"Maybe I haven't made myself clear..."

*Let's chain loose a few feet*

goon"Put me down you nut job!"

bomb "I will. How I do it depends on your answer. The Dragon's Maw is the worst bar in the worst part of town so I know you know something."

goon "Go to h.."

*Let's chain loose more*

goon "Ok ok! Something big's going down in the next few day I don't know who's planning it or why they need the equipmnet but it's big. Now let me down!"

*Bomb let's chain loose. goon screams. Bomb stops the chain an inch before goon hits ground. Bomb takes fire escape to alley*

goon "Why are you doing this?"

The Bomb "Because I refeuse to let evil rule this city any longer."

*Walks away whistling "Evil" by Interpol*

Name: William.
Appearance: Bule shirt and jeans. Black eyes and hair.
Occupation: Local police.
Power: Super Strength.

*Is at a standoff with a large robot thing* Freeze in da name of the law matey!
*Robot tries to punch me, but I jump away and grab a steel frame and whacks the thing with it*

*Downtown Victory City, a few minutes before dawn.*

*A man in a yellow military uniform watches through binoculars a tall building. In his hand, a small detonator. He presses the button...*
BOOOOOOOOOM!
*The building in the distance bursts into a massive fireball, and collapses into nothing. The man laughs maniacally at his handywork until a voice bellows from his walkie-talkie.*
Rolento: "Yeah? ...Right. ...Uh-huh. ...Understood. Over and out."
*He then lets out a loud wistle. Several men in red berrets and camoflague fatigues appear behind him.*
Rolento: "Listen up, you lunkheads! We have our new marching orders! All soldiers reconvene at 2300 hours. Your target is the Paradyse nightclub."

* goes to see the mayor *

*runs through one of the city's main streets, scanning the people who cross me*

good guy ... good guy ... jerk ... good guy ... sexy lady ... good guy ... gangster *a quick slaching sound is heard, and as I walk on, the man drops dead and shocked surrounders don't know what happened since it all went so quickly* ... good guy ... good guy ...

*sigh* This is boring. I wish I had some real opponent, one worth the fight. But just look at all these gangsters, they're sooooooooo lame !

*walks downstairs and out the door.*

"wonder where everyone went..."