Post by zeekela on Sept 6, 2011 3:51:22 GMT 10
[atrb=style, width: 410; border: solid #284042 10px; padding: 5px; background-color: #1f1f1f; -moz-border-radius: 20px;] RYAN MURPHY I LOVE IT WHEN A PLAN COMES TOGETHER. [atrb=border,0,true] THE BASICS [scrolly:h(120),w(400),sy]Name: Ryan Eric Murphy Codename: Arsenal Nicknames: Tin Man Age: 25 Gender: Male Sexuality: Straight Occupation: Former student Member group: Reaver Squad: (your squad and position therein if your charrie is a Titan, United or Reaver. Currently ALL squads are open for Titans, Maverick squad for United, and Rykler squad for Reavers. YOU MUST TAKE THE SQUAD TEST BEFORE YOUR APP WILL BE APPROVED!!!!) Codewords: Codewords theived. Theme song: War Machine-ACDC [/scrolly] THE LOOKS [scrolly:h(120),w(400),sy]Eyes: He has almond shaped green eyes that look unfocused when he is thinking hard about something. He has long lashes for a male, and they give him a somewhat mysterious look. Hair: His hair is blonde and pin-straight, reaching not quite to his cheekbones. He usually pushes it off to the side, but when he�s deep in thought it falls into his face. Height: 5�10� Body: Fairly muscular, defying the geek stereotype. However, he is still very pale, mostly from extended hours in the lab or his suit. Other distinguishing features: Usually wearing his suit. Body has several large scars on it, including a six inch scar starting at his right temple. Play By: Chord Overstreet [/scrolly] THE PERSONALITY [scrolly:h(120),w(400),sy]Likes: Fireworks, inventing, the smell of machine oil, welding, science fiction books, hard candies, money, red meat Dislikes: Losing, do-gooders, rap music, blackouts, broken machines, when he is missing one part. General: Ryan simply sees things as a means to an end, with the end being him on top. When he is suited up, he thinks of himself as the best, despite the fact that his ego can get in the way of his plans. Overrun with a lust for power and with greed, he will do whatever it takes to get what he wants, including taking a life, if he must, though he doesn�t actively try to kill people. Despite being a very rational, scientifically minded person, he is given to bouts of gloating at times, due to his mindset that he is above everyone in terms of intelligence. Outside of his suit, he is a totally different person. Meek and quiet, he is the silent observer type and tends to hang back from crowds due to a social phobia. However, as he has been bullied several times before, he is still somewhat angry at the world, though he won�t dare fight back without his armor. Though that isn�t to say he doesn�t hold a grudge, because he does; I mean, what kind of villain would he be if he didn�t get revenge on those who made his life miserable? A villain is nothing if not somewhat clich�. And he has clich�s, alright; right down to slight paranoia, though does it count as paranoia if they really are out to get you? And speaking of paranoia, only fair to warn you that he�s usually armed with some little toy or another, and he�s just crazy enough to use them if he thinks he needs to. [/scrolly] THE SKILLS Talented inventor, knows how to drive cars and motorcycles, but not manual transmission. Fairly decent at hand to hand combat, but an excellent tactical thinker and highly inventive. Very motivated and determined, is able to think on his feet and always has a backup plan. First model suit has nonlethal weaponry, including several shots of capsaicin based weaponry. Staff can produce electrical discharges, enough to stun most humans, and also contains smoke bombs for a quick escape. First model is exactly that, a very basic model suit designed to help him last even a bit longer against meta-humans. THE MUTATIONS NONE!! THE WEAKNESSES Abilities are limited by the materials he has access to. Without his suit he is just a human. Has a bit of a social phobia when out of his suit, but when he is wearing his armor, he has a tendency to get cocky. Earlier model suits are weak to EMPs and strong electrical discharges. Earlier model suits are also limited to very basic weaponry, mainly incapacitation attacks meant to blind or stun the opponent. Without his suit, he is vulnerable to everything that normal people are vulnerable to. He has no superpowers and his physique is limited to that of a regular person in decent shape. THE HISTORY Ryan was born your average baby to average parents. No radiation, no meteors falling on the hospital, no alien abductions. Boring, really. As a baby, he was just normal, he giggled, cried, puked; nothing out of the ordinary. As a child, he watched the Titans fight the United and Reavers, watched the displays of power on the news, the flashes of lightning and flame, the impact of psychic attacks and shockwaves. It was spellbinding to the young Ryan, and he wanted to be in the middle of it when he was older. He started reading at age four, fairly early for a child, making his parents very proud of their child. He would spend hours on the roof of the apartment building his parents lived in, keeping an eye out for any of the heroes or villains he saw on the news, sometimes seeing them fly overhead or float past. At age seven, he was reading voraciously, and showed intelligence above his age. However, he still made mistakes. Trying to bring out superpowers by sheer force of will, he leapt off of his fire escape. Needless to say, the only things he received from that stunt were scars and resentment towards people with superpowers. So he began to focus on his studies, planning to show everyone just how great he could be, even without superpowers. However, the United bias that the schools and everything else was under made it tricky to prove himself, which he discovered more as he aged. Becoming a loner and the quiet nerdy type served Ryan fairly well in school, though it made him a loner. Nobody wanted to befriend the guy with the massive ego, it seemed. Which was fine by him, he didn�t need anyone dragging him down on his way to the top. He began to plan how he�d get there, how he could change everything to get on top, to get control. He knew he had to do something to make a name for himself if he was going to stand a chance against any of the more powerful heroes or villains out there. So he began to design something that would let him stand up for himself and show the city just how impressive you could be without any powers at all. And thus, he began work on his Arsenal suit. Slowly, at first, really only being able to draw up blueprints during school, for fear that his parents may discover it and forbid him from doing this. After school, under the guise of going out to hang out with friends, he would scavenge old cars and appliances for parts to store in his closet, made easier by his parents leaving his room alone. After graduating school, he got a job doing repairs for whatever devices needed fixing. With the money from this, he moved out and into an apartment building several blocks away from his parents, buying two apartments one above the other, one to live in and one for his side hobby. He soon finished his Mark I suit and after a few test runs, decided he would need more supplies if he was going to improve on it. He needed a way to get better parts. He needed to join up with one of the gangs that stalked the streets of the city if he was going to make a name for himself. Hating to be under the thumb of the United any more, he joined with the Reavers, making sure to keep his newfound affiliation hidden from his parents. And so now he is the newest figure on the streets, just waiting for his chance to strike and take this city for himself to show everyone just what he could do. THE PLAYER Name: Your Name: Zeek Time Zone: EST, NY to be precise. Contact Info: PM and Skype/MSN, feel free to PM me for my addresses. Roleplay Sample: Strapping on his helmet, Ryan grinned at himself in the mirror as his systems booted up. He listened to the soothing voice in his helmet counting out the power levels as they rose. Power, indeed, he thought to himself; all the power he could want. No, he amended, he wanted more. But this would allow him to take it; and take it he would, he thought, clenching a metal-gloved fist. He looked himself over one last time, a vision of power decked in black and gold, and nodded. This was good, he mused as he turned from the mirror and grabbed his metal staff, pressing the button to begin the charging cycle. Heading out the door to the stairs, he stopped after he reached the stairway. �Door, lock.� Hearing the latches slide into place, he headed upwards to the roof, staff humming as it built a charge. He pushed open the door to the roof, stepping out into the dusk and watching the sun slowly sink. Turning back, he looked out over the city, sighing to himself as he did so. Tonight would be a good night, he thought, adjusting the shock absorbers in his boots as he stood at the edge of the roof. He grinned behind his helmet. �Well, then. Time to go to work.� He leapt down, landing on the fire escape and then proceeding to hop down onto a dumpster, then ground level. �Let�s do this thing.� A beep sounded within his helmet, a small display lighting up to warn Ryan about an incoming storm even before the low growl of thunder reached his ears. Well, at least his wiring was waterproof. And the rain would hopefully keep people off of the street and out of his way. As he began to walk down the mostly deserted streets, the rain started to fall, running in streams down his helmet and suit. A growl caught his ear, and he turned, coming face to face with a rather hairy person wearing a lion pelt and snarling at him. A hero? Possible. �I�m Feral.� The wolf? Cat? Man snarled, stepping towards him. �You�re coming with me.� Ryan smirked beneath his mask. �I have no doubt that you are feral. Likely rabid, too.� He slammed the blunt end of his staff into Feral�s stomach, a loud crack of discharged electricity audible over the rain. �But I�m not going anywhere with you.� Grabbing the ratty lion pelt in both hands, Ryan turned hard at the waist, tossing Feral through a plate glass window of the nearest store. He turned back to the street, noticing that the few people who were out suddenly remembered that they had pressing business elsewhere. Good, less trouble for him. Shaking his head, he continued on down the road towards his objective. He wasn�t about to be stopped now. |
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