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RESCUE

John Brooks was always different; from an early age things seemed to go missing around him or when down in one place would appear few minutes later.
Unbeknownst to his parents John was born a mutant it was later thought this was due to his mother’s job as a specialist in radiology, that in the first few months of pregnancy John had be exposed to high levels of X-rays that triggered his mutant gene before birth. John was raised in a loving environment, his parents taught him good values and morals that would be the backbone to his believes in later live.

It was around his tenth birthday that his parents noticed his powers for the first time and put two and two together. They were in the garden one sunny afternoon when they heard John shouting for their pet cat to come down from a tree at the bottom of the garden, John’s father went to see if he could help only to watch in amazement as John pointed his finger at the cat and, pop it disappeared only to reappear in John’s hands seconds later. John was quickly ushered into the house where his mum gave him a check up. After a long talk and the realisation that John was a mutant his parents persuaded him not to use his powers in front of anyone except them, but they felt that as this power was part of their son he should learn to use it so while at home, with just the three of them about he was allowed to practice.

In School john excelled in the sciences and upon leaving he went to Cambridge to study medicine. Leaving after seven years with is doctorate and masters in biology and chemistry.

He worked for five years in a hospital near his parents but became frustrated with the bureaucracy of the profession, it was at this time he was approached by Mr. Whyte, the head of a new government department dealing with the problem of terrorists, both normal and super powered. He had been told that John was an excellent doctor and that there was a place in the department for him as the head of a medical back up team, their job would be to go in after a raid and stabilize any wounded team members or civilians. John saw this as a great opportunity to help people on the front line rather than patching up the drunks and wackos in A&E and accepted the offer.

Life was thrilling for John after that, he travelled the world with his team and became friends with some of the toughest super powered people in the department. All this time though he kept his own power secret, who would want to know about his weak little power to move objects when the supers in the team could rip steel apart with their bare hands.

Everything changed one particular rescue mission; a group of terrorists had captured the British embassy in a little South American country and were threatening to kill the hostages unless their leader was released from prison (he had been captured months earlier in a bomb attack in a shopping centre). The four man rescue team went in but were unprepared for the fact that the terrorists had hired themselves some super powered mercenaries and with in minutes one was injured, one dead and the other two were pined down. Viewing the carnage on the remote cameras all John could think about was his friends and the hostages, grabbing his medical equipment he ran into the building. Once inside he located the team and attempted to reach them. As he ran across a room to get to them one of the terrorists opened up with a machine gun, at first everyone there thought he had been hit but something unbelievable happened, as the bullets got within an inch of John they winked out of sight, seconds later the man who had shot at him screamed and fell to the ground with six bullets in his chest.

Having no time to think about what had just happened John reached his friends. Assessing the situation he knew the only way his injured teammate would survive was an immediate evac, but being under heavy fire this seemed impossible. John took a few deep breaths to calm himself knowing exactly what he had to do, radioing the medical team outside he ordered them to clear an area to the north of the building in view of the window he was looking out of. That he had one serious case with multiple laser wounds and to be ready to receive him. With that he pointed his finger at his patient and, pop he vanished seconds later he got an astonished call from his medical team that “The patient has appeared and is stable.” Smiling he turned to the others and said it was time to go and with that popped each of them in turn to safety, lastly he bent and closed the eyes of his dead team mate feeling angry that he hadn’t been fast enough to save him, he pointed his finger and sent him home. Now on his own he realised that the hostages were still in the building so he went to find them, what actually happened in the following half an hour no one knows except John but when the shooting and shouting was over and the backup team stormed the building John was sitting on the stairs in the hall with the hostages by his side and dead gun men and unconscious super villains all around.

After John’s debriefing he was confessed to being a mutant and the department sent him to be tested to see what the limits to his powers were. They learned that John was a teleporter but not like any they had seen before, he was unable to teleport himself but could use his power on others as long as they were in line of site. He was able to teleport items out of peoples hands (like guns) and teleport his target very fast on the same spot thereby disorientating them and if done long enough led to unconsciousness.
If this wasn’t enough the most amazing side effect of his power his ability to surround himself with energy field that teleported way anything that touched it. Thus someone hitting him would disappear to reappear somewhere else, but the most disturbing use of this power was that he could teleport a missile attack back onto his attacker (this seems to happen automatically) as in the incident with the gunman at the embassy.
Testing also showed that this power had its limitations and sometimes damage got through, thus it was decided to provide John with lightweight body armour. This allowed him to see in the dark and have its own air supply in case of gas attacks, the suit also had jets in the boots to give him the ability to leap great distances, as his powers didn’t work on himself it was felt he would need some means of getting in and out of the fire zone quickly.

A year of intensive training later the Anti-terrorist squad got its doctor back but this time he went in with them on missions, knowing that wasted time was wasted lives. The department heads wanted to call him Transporter but his team felt he deserved something more * to what he had done and it wasn’t long before his code name was changed to RESCUE.

As RESCUE John also helps out local authorities with accidents and has also been lent to other superhero teams that may need medical backup for dangerous adventures. In his spare time John works for a charity hospital, which he part owns and runs with his mother and her colleagues.


John is 5’11” and of athletic build. His hair brown and cut short and his skin is tanned, the one thing that everyone remembers about him when asked is his piercing grey green eyes that seem to look right into your soul, but which also reflects the compassion in his heart.

John has a caring manner and a comforting word for everyone he treats. He has seen and been touched by violence in his life and knows that to stop this force sometimes needs to be used. It is not in Johns nature to go out of his way to hurt someone but he believes a terrorist makes his chose in live by picking up a gun or setting off a bomb and if they are hurt as a result of their actions then be it on their own heads.
As Rescue John will assess the situation before him deal with the wounded and let the rest of the team do the dirty work relying on his energy field to remove any possible threat from his immediate area.

CONTACTS AND ALLIES
1) Mother – Rose Brooks Professor of radiology
2) Father - Robert Brooks Professor of robotics
3) Code Blue rescue team – consisting of the following members
White Light (energy projectionist)
Magnum (Weapons specialist with body armour)
Smoke (Mutant with the power to go incorporeal)
Gig (computer expert with the power to control machines)
Bedrock (the muscle)
4) Mr. Whyte – head of the anti terrorist department

[jamat]

UNDERTAKER

William Barnet was a world renowned forensic scientist who had cracked dozens of cases for the police in his career. It was then no surprise when his services were called upon to collect evidence against a leading figure in the underworld in a multiple murder investigation.
One evening William found what he needed to crack the case while examining one of the bodies, all he needed to do was extract the DNA from the body and match it to that for the suspect. While the sample was being processed William went up stairs to report his findings and to let the detective in charge know that he was close to getting the evidence they needed.
Unbeknownst to William the detective’s partner was on the pay roll of the suspect and in no time at all there were thugs on the way to ransack the morgue and destroy the evidence. While this was all happening William grabbed a sandwich and coffee from the canteen and headed back down to the morgue.
The extraction process was well underway and William was half way through his second sandwich when four men burst into his lab. Moving quickly they grabbed William and tied him up. Then started to search for the evidence. After ten minutes with no luck, and getting more and more edgy because they were in the basement of a police station they decided the quickest way to find it would be to torture William.
They carried the struggling scientist over to the dissection table and started to remove his fingers. By the third finger William was directing them to what they had come for. It was then the bent cop came in to see what was taking so long and was horrified that they hadn’t blind folded William and that a terrified William had just seen his face. There was no time for niceties the cop grabbed one of the scalpels and plunged it into William’s chest puncturing his heart. With the dead body the thugs opened the embalming tank and dumped the body in to it closing the lid behind them and made good their escape.
Hours later the detective in charge of the murder case came down to get the DNA results only to find the morgue ransacked and William’s dead body floating in embalming fluid.
William’s body was removed to another morgue for autopsy and the scalpel bagged as evidence.
In the early hours of the following morning the police were called to the morgue
Someone had taken William Barnet’s body all that was left at the scene was a pair of wet bear foot prints on the tiled floor.
A week after William’s disappearance someone broke into the evidence locker at the station and stole the scalpel that had been used to kill William. The police put it down to some very sick murder souvenir hunter and closed the file.
Over the next few months four bodies turned up all with the same M.O. All the bodies had been subjected to server decay all had died in agony and all had the look of terror on their faces. Then a cop turned up dead in exactly the same fashion but with this was a file containing all of the cops dirty dealings his connection with an underworld big name and a description of his part in the killing of William Barnet and links to the four previous bodies and that crime.

William Barnet Didn’t die that night somehow the embalming fluid fused with his DNA and reanimated him. After his death he left the morgue under his own steam after coming round. He broke into the police station and stole his scalpel as he sensed a connection to it. Then set about collecting evidence to link all the people involved in his death together. He then went hunting with the soul intention of reeking terrible revenge on his murderers.
Now he has fulfilled his mission he prowls the streets helping those in need and righting terrible wrongs against the innocent.

Powers

The embalming fluid fused with William’s DNA somehow reanimating his dead body and granting him certain abilities. Just by touching something or someone he can make them/ it decay and turn to dust, he can also reverse this process. He can also regenerate wounds inflicted on him and is immune to aging, disease, exhaustion, starvation and suffocation. The fluid has also made him tougher and faster than a normal human.

He also has a connection to the scalpel used to kill him not only can it cut but each time he uses it on a living thing he can drains life essence from its victim through the blade.


As the undertaker William wears a Victorian undertakers outfit complete with black long coat, black trousers, black waist coat and white shirt. The costume is topped off with a black tall had with black ribbon rapped round it with the ends flowing down the back. Since his death William’s skin has taken on a pale green hue, his hair has gone white at the front and his eyes have turned pure white.

[jamat]

SPINBEARING

Jake Chambers was many things, he started life as an orphan left on the steps of an orphanage run by nuns, then he was a petty thief before breaking into the big time as a master of his thieving trade before becoming a guilt ridden hero.

Jake grew up not wanted by anyone but the nuns, while at the orphanage he had no friends and none of the perspective families chose him for adoption. He became self sufficient early on in his life only showing concern for the nuns that had raised him. He was athletic had good grades and was bright but there was something about his confident manner that put people off him. He could usually be found in a dark corner of the playground throwing marbles into an old tin can with great accuracy.

By the time he was 14 he had taught himself how to open every lock in the orphanage and spent many night sitting in the office reading the files on the other residents, for no other reason other than he could do it. One night he found a letter to the mother superior telling her the bank was foreclosing on the orphanage because of unpaid bills. Realising that he could loss his home and the people he loved Jake decided to get the money for the nuns.
To Jake this was straight forward, he would steel it from the very people the orphanage owed it to. A couple of nights later Jake was quietly putting jewels and antiques in a bag while wondering round the home of the manager of the local HSBC bank. The following morning the nuns found a bag of money sitting on the alter with a note say that it was a donation from an ex resident who had heard of their plight and wanted to help.

Jake realised at that moment he loved breaking into places and steeling things it gave him a great buzz. He was soon steeling things only to put them back a few days later if only to test his abilities.

At the age of 18 he was classed as an adult and the orphanage gave up guardianship of him. Now out in the real world Jake quickly started to set himself up in a posh apartment with all the trappings his ill gotten gains could buy him. Each month he would still leave a bag on the orphanage alter to help the nuns keep the place running.

Soon Jake set himself up in business doing jobs for other people. Although not a modern day robin hood by any means (the money he earned he kept) he did have some morals and would not take a job that involved someone or an organisation that could not afford to be robbed.

One job led him to break into a lab to find some data for a rival company. Unknown to him the lab belonged to an underworld organisation. There must have been a mole in his client's company because it all went to * in a hand basket very quickly and Jake was soon pinned down in one of the lab vaults with no way out.
Now for the first time in his life Jake was scared, he needed to get out and quick next thing he knew he was bent over throwing up in the grounds of the orphanage. How he got there he wasn't certain all he could remember was the blurred vision of buildings zipping past him.
Not sure what had happened but glad he’d got away the following night he entered the offices of his client and found information about the mole. He left this evidence on the pillow of the man who had hired him and five days later read that a body had been washed up on a slip on the south bank of the Themes. Jake later found out it was the man who had shopped him.

It wasn’t long before another incident happened, he was crossing the road not looking what was going on around him and walked straight into the path of an oncoming bus. Before he knew what had happened he was halfway across London, this time feeling dizzy but not actually introducing the pavement to his big Mac.
Realising something strange was happening he again thought of the orphanage and within seconds he was standing outside it in the yard. After a bit more experimenting he realised that he was spinning at great speed and with barely a thought could control his direction, acceleration and stop dead on the spot. Another amazing thing was he could see the world around him as if he was casually walking down the street.
He quickly realised the potential for this new power could be put to in breaking and entering. He also decided that he needed to have some sort of protection with him in case he got into difficulty again. Hitting upon an idea he speed off one night to the countryside to test it out. Spying a tree in a field some distance away he started spinning really fast when he felt he was going at a sufficient speed he took out one of his marbles and left fly with it. Going over to the tree he found the marble had put a hole right through it’s trunk but had also shattered in the process. Not wanting to end up killing anyone Jake looked through his bag and found a ball bearing. With this in hand he repeated the experiment again it penetrated the trunk but this time stayed in tact. After repeating this a number of times Jake realised that depending on the speed he span dictated the damage he caused. He also found out that he could do devastating attacks with a number of ball bearings in a large area but was not very accurate with them where as with a single ball he could take a fly out in mid air with little effort.

Soon after, with a costume to hide his identity Jake started hiring himself out and became very successful as a cat burglar, so much so that it wasn’t long before he was hired to help a group of supers break into a high tech facility to steel top secret defence plans.

They had just got into the main building when Jake realised the people he was working for were there to steel a new form of explosives that they were going to sell to terrorists. They needed him to break open the safe and when he refused they took one of the two lab assistants and killed him in front of his eyes. Next they chose the female. Jake couldn’t stand by and see her die so let loose with a destructive volley of ball bearings which caused so much structural damage to the building it started to collapse. Quickly spinning to max speed he grabbed the girl and got out just as the roof came in.

When the army turned up Jake was sitting near the rubble with the girl next to him. Realising that his arrogance had got him into the mess and resulted in a death and racked with guilt he through himself on the mercy of the courts.
The girl who he rescued stood up in court on his behalf and his sentence was lowered to 10 years. Over the last five years Emma (the girl he saved) has been a regular visitor to the prison and their friendship has grown into something stronger.

Knowing that he can never undo what has been done he has decided to turn his powers to good if he is given the opportunity.

Powers
Jake is a mutant his powers allow him to spin at great speed for great distances. A side effect of this power has been his endurance has increased and his skin has become extremely resilient to damage. Another mutant power he seems to possess is his accuracy with his ball bearings or any other thrown items.

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AIRMAN

Mark Peters was a good pilot; no he was a fantastic pilot. He could turn a plane on a penny. Friends believed he could see the wind currents in his mind and react to them to allow his plane to do things that no other pilot could.
Mark ran a small cargo company with his business partner Jeff Elsom. Jeff took care of the jobs and Mark took care of the flying. This worked out well for many years until Jeff’s mounting gambling debts started to cloud his business judgement. Way in over his head to one of the larger Mafia families he took a job carrying illegal substances across state lines unknown to Mark.
Half way through one such flight Mark, not realising what his cargo was started to get engine problems (they had been sabotaged by a rival gangster family). Sending out a mayday Mark grabbed his parachute and headed for the door it. Was as he was buckling up that he noticed one of the boxes had split and on the floor were packets of white powder. Realising what he was carrying he grabbed one and secured it under his flight jacket with the intention of confronting Jeff when he had landed.
He made a clean jump and at the right altitude pulled the cord only to find that some of the cables had been cut. Mark did manage to make it to the ground but the landing was not good. Later in hospital the doctor informed Mark he had broken his back and that he would never gain the use of his legs again. Also waiting for him was the police who wanted to know why he had a large packet of drugs on his person.
At the trial Jeff gave evidence against Mark showing false information that Mark had in fact brought in the job. The owner of the casino where Jeff gambled also gave evidence that Mark had lost big time at the tables thus giving the prosecution ammunition for motive. Mark was found guilty and sentenced to 10 years.

After doing his time Mark returned to society a beaten man with no job and no future he found a bottle and crawled into it. Mark spent the next two years living on the streets and was a common site sitting in his wheel chair begging for money to get his next bottle of gut rot.
Then one day a well-dressed oriental looking man approached him saying that his master would like to help get him back on the straight road to life. Mark told him where to go and carried on getting drunk but every day for the next four weeks the same man would approach him and offer the same help. In the end Mark realised that if he did meet this guys boss he could at least get a bottle or two out of it so the next time the young man came to him he accepted.
Mark was taken to a very Large secluded house where he was introduced to an elderly gentleman by the name of Lou Chi. Mr Chi was a wealthy businessman who had run foul of the Mafia some years earlier and as a result had lost all of his family in a gangland shooting. Chi had spent the intervening years studying the mafia operations and realised that although a man of wealth he would not be able to take revenge directly. He said that Mark’s case had come to his attention and he was prepared to offer Mark the ability to get his life back in exchange for killing all the mafia he came across.
Mark found this hilarious and a little sick pointing out that if Mr. Chi had not noticed he was crippled. Mr. Chi replied that that could be overcome, that also over the years he had come across a scroll that was able to give a man his hearts desire. Now Mark started to think this man mad with his grieve, why not use the scroll to destroy the mafia if it was as powerful as he believed. The scroll, informed Mr. Chi was not to be used for evil thoughts but it could give Mark the one thing he desired more than anything else the use of his legs. Mr. Chi realised this was a lot to take in and Mark should think it over for a while offering him a room in his house until he had made his decision.
Over the next couple of days Mark sobered up and spent evening with Mr. Chi discussing many subjects but never touching on the issue at hand. Mark came to like the old man and felt sad for his loss so much so that one evening he announced that he would do the ritual for him, believing that it would fail but at least it would convince the old man to move on with his life.
The night of the ritual arrived and Mark was asked to lay on the floor in the middle a circle of candles. As the ceremony started Mark felt at piece for the first time in many years. At the climax of the ritual Chi Asked Mark to concentrate on the one thing in the world he wanted more than anything else. As the last words were issued the room fell silent. Minutes passed but finally Chi asked Mark to stand up putting all his will into it Mark tried only to collapse seconds later from the effort with no positive results, Mark was still as crippled as he was before the ceremony.
Mr. Chi hung his head to hid his grieve from his friend and made to leave. Mark was so upset that he could not help the old man after all the kindness he had shown that before he knew what was happening he was standing next to him in the door way. With surprise they both looked down realising that Mark had not in fact walked over the Chi but had floated. With an exited look on his face he asked Mark what he his hearts desire had been, well answered Mark walking would have been great but all I’ve ever wanted to do again was fly.

Over the following months they tested his powers to find their limitations. Mark was able to fly at reasonable speeds, hover and dive, he found he was more agile in the air than when he had had his legs and could reach altitudes that would have made him pass out if he had been in a plane.
Realising for the first time that he could repay the old man’s kindness Mark started learning skills that would help him in his fight against the Mafia. Firstly the old man got instructors to teach him how to fight hand to hand then more instructors to teach him to shoot guns. Lastly he hired people to teach him how to pick locks and gather information. After three more years of training they both agreed that Mark was skilled enough to go out and start his rain of terror on the villains that suckled off the poor and innocent of the city. On the night of his first foray into the dark would of crime Chi presented Mark with a fight suit lined with mesh telling him it was designed to help protect him from small arms fire and knife attacks.
And the flight cap had anti flash goggles.
Thus started the career of the Airman protector of the streets and terror of the criminals.


Airman dresses in the old style chocolate brown leather flight jacket with fur collar. Cream trousers 9slightly baggy at the sides), knee length black leather flight boots and the old style aviators leather cap and black glass goggles. Airman carries two matt black automatic pistols in shoulder holsters and a bowie knife in a boot holster.

[Lindharin]

Once again, interesting characters, Jamat!

[jamat]

LION HEART

When Colin was five his mother died from cancer and Colin was sent to live with his father, Jonathan, in Kenya. His father and mother had divorced just after he was born.

Colin's father was a vet and warden for one of the big game reserves that specialised in the breeding of lions. Colin's life was idyllic; his father’s servant and friend Matthew Ombodoo managed his education as the compound was miles from the nearest school.
The two men and a young Colin spent many weeks away from the compound living off the land and learning about the habits of the wild lions, tracking and tagging them with specially adapted bow and arrows, a weapon that Colin over the years became expert with.
While on one of these trips Colin's father got a report that one of the lions in the area had turned man-eater and killed two local village children. The three decided that they should help track down this predator before the locals shot every lion in the district. They picked up the killer's trail on the fourth day and by evening had located its den, though upon inspection they found the lion had not yet returned. Matthew and Jonathan assessed the situation and felt it would be best to set up watch down wind of the den and wait for the lions return.
Unbeknownst to any of them the lion had been tracking them since early that morning and it wasn’t alone, it’s mate was with him. In the early hours the two huge cats attacked. First they went for the smallest of the three as they instinctively saw it as the weakest of the group. Attacking with speed and ferocity Colin was quickly brought down and badly mauled.
The two men seeing what was unfolding before their eyes rushed from their hiding places and let loss two arrows that felled the great beast standing over the boy. The second lion changed direction in mid stride and was on Jonathan before Matthew could reload. Colin, in great pain and on the verge of passing out from loss of blood saw the lion go for his father's throat. Anger welled up inside the thirteen year old, first he had lost his mother and now he had to watch his father die. Collecting all the strength he had left to him he stood and raised his bow but in its place was a burning flame white energy bow, working on pure instinct he pulled back his hand and a flaming arrow also appeared, releasing it, the fury shaft pierced the lions throat and lifted it into the air when it hit the ground again it was a blackened smoking corpse, then everything went black.
Jonathan amazed and scared at what had just happened ran to the prone body of his son, Matthew not far behind him. Quickly taking his son's pulse he knew he would be dead before they reached any type of medical facility. Seeing the loss in his friends eye Matthew took him to one side and explained that he could help his son, there were ways that his grandfather had taught him that could bring a person back from the edge, old ways, dangerous ways. In his grieve, and to save his son Jonathan agreed to give it a try. Kneeling once again over the boy Matthew started chanting; at first nothing happened then a blue haze appeared across the clearing it materialized into the ghostly form of a lion it slowly walked over to the young boy and sniffs. It lifted its head to look directly at Matthew blinked twice and slowly melted back into smoke. This smoke then started to swirl round Collins body before disappearing into the boys open wounds. Many minutes passed until before their astonished eyes Colin’s wounds started to heal. Slowly the boys breathing became more regular and he opened his eyes. Overjoyed that his son was alive he thanked Matthew from the bottom of his heart. They called the compound and six hours later Colin was safely in his bed asleep.

When he was strong enough the three of them started to take trips into the bush again but this time it was not to track lions, now they went to test this strange power Colin had developed. Years earlier Jonathan had read a medical article about the growing number of mutants appearing in the world and that one thing they all seemed to have in common was that their powers manifested themselves at puberty and usually under great stress. Jonathan surmised that Colin was one such mutant.
Over the next couple of years Colin experimented with his powers and became, what his dad believed was the greatest archer in the world. Something else happened to Colin in this period, once while out camping with his father and Matthew, Colin took ill and that night his body meta-morphed into a humanoid lion. Matthew concluded this was due to the lion heart ghost he had summoned to heal Colin leaving a part of its life force within the boy’s spirit. This was a good omen Matthew said, the lion heart was looking over his son protecting him for he had been chosen for a great destiny. His new appearance, which he could change into at will, gave him added abilities to enhance his mutant ones, he developed claws on the end of his fingers capable of tear through steel. His natural athletic ability improved as well he was able to jump long distances and his sense of smell increased, he was able to see in the dark and heal rapidly but the weirdest thing of all was his ability to read the minds of the lions around him.
Fearing that soon the suppositious locals would shun his son he was sent back to the States to live with an old friend of his and attend a private school .

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LEMON JUICE

Lemon Juice, real name Tara Collins, ran away from home when she was 13 to escape a prostitute druggy mother and a gambling drunken father. She has spent the last three years living on the streets of London and has become cynical and defensive.

When Juice, as her street friend call her, turned 18 just over a year ago, her powers appeared, a gang of pimps were trying to round up the street kids both boys and girls to go on the game. Some of the kids Juice ran with had been approached some joined out of fear while others were beaten to make an example of.
Juice had refused and was in the process of getting a sound thrashing when her attacker started screaming and clutching his hand which from the look of it had been badly burned. He cried out to his friends that she had burned him somehow and to beat her to death.
As they raised their bats she flung her hands out to protect herself and a couple for amazing things happened all at once. One of the attackers dropped to the floor scratching at his eyes, another stood stock still before falling over backwards and all the weapons they had been holding were now lying on the pavement smouldering and melting into slime.
Getting to her feet as quickly as possible she started to run out of the alley only to find that instead of running she was somehow skating across the ground at a good rate of notes.

That evening hidden away in the sew tunnels she calls home Juice thought back over what had happened, scared but exited she lifted her hand and pointed it at the wall, before her eyes a thin mist sprayed out of her fingers and as it settled on the wall it started to dissolve the brick.
Thinking this could be useful keeping herself and her street friends safe she spent the next few months experimenting with her new found powers. One thin she noticed early on was that whenever she used her powers there was a faint smell of lemons afterwards.

Lemon Juice has been fighting the street gangs now for nearly a year always to protect her home area and friends. The gangs have become weary of trespassing on her patch and avoid it whenever possible.
As Juice started to get a rep. for protecting street people many have congregated in and around her sewer home. They have developed quite a hidden community where they help each other find food and shelter. Juice has become their unofficial leader but she always passes on the important decisions to the older people she’s just happy to be able to protect the one family she has ever had from harm.


Powers.

Lemon Juices powers derive from the ability to excrete chemicals from her body that have a number of affect when it makes contact with the air.
From her hands she can produce a very corrosive chemical that can burn through nearly any material. She can spray from her fingers a less powerful chemical that can blind her target.
She can surround herself with a field of floating mist which burns anyone that gets too close to her. She has the ability to force out large amounts of a chemical from her body over a large area hiding her from view.

One of the chemicals she can produce has the effect to paralysis her target. She has the ability to produce a film of very slippery chemicals in an area around her that people cannot stand on and this also gives her the ability to slide along the floor to get away from people and also produce a sticky chemical that allows her to climb vertical surfaces.
Her powers don’t affect her and she can see clearly through her mists without any problem.

Talents & skills:
Lemon is an accomplished lock picker and pick pocket. She is agile and very good at climbing. She knows her way round security systems and is a fairly good but dirty street fighter.

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ROCK:

Rock will always remember the first day he looked upon the world. It was a Sunday, the sun was up and the people of the city were gathering below him. Looking down he could make out his creator, the stone mason, Guild Master Fredricks.
He remembered the last thud of the mallet as the guild master finished off his left hand. That was when he first looked into the sky and wondered what a beautiful place this was.

Now he looked down again onto the crowd below, all dressed in their finery waiting to enter the house of God. This was the first service to be taken place in the Cathedral and many city dignitaries were there to bask in the glory of the church and maybe even get a place in heaven because of all the money they had donated to it’s construction.

Rock was proud of his position. There he sat above the grand entrance his little lizard like face looking down on the sweeping steps below. His creator had put him there to ward of evil and to protect the innocent. He had memories of him saying this as he worked the rough stone into the shape of the little gargoyle.

For the next few centuries he sat there doing his job protecting the church entrance, though he never saw any evil to combat. So he sat and sat and the weather beat down on him, rain, sun and snow.

Then one day he was woken by the cry of a child and looking down he saw one of the brothers that cared for the cathedral dragging a small boy across the steps. Strange thought rock, It’s too early for church and that boy isn’t in the choir. Quickly he sent his site out to the other statues in round the church using their cold stone eyes to watch the brother and child as they moved round the cathedral and stopped in the dark quiet area at the rear near the crypt entrance.

Although Rock didn’t understand what he was seeing he realised from the cries of the child that the brother was hurting him. Realising that this was why he was put there, realising in his hear that this was the evil he was supposed to fight, the evil in man’s heart. He used all his strength the move his stone body, but to no avail. He had to sit and watch the whole seen unfold before him.
He could have retreated, gone back to looking out over the steps, maybe even blocked out the pitiful cries but he didn’t, if the child were to suffer he would bare witness to the evil of the brother and if possible bring him to justice. After the deed was done the brother took the child out into the graveyard outside of Rocks sight. Three days later the child’s body was found under some leaves in the far corner of the church yard.

Rock cried and cried for the child, it seemed he cried for decades, when next he looked down on the steps below him he saw the murderer below him but he was no longer a brother he now wore the trappings of a bishop.
As the bishop greeted his flock Rock noticed he shook hands with everyone, a smile on his face unmoving, a mask that hid his evil thoughts. He held the hand of the children, especially the boys a little too long but no one noticed except Rock.
How had this man managed to get into a position of power, how could his activities not have been noticed before now? All these questions ran through the little gargoyle’s mind. As he looked down from above the door a shudder ran through his body. Wait did his arm just move ever so slightly, no it was his imagination. If only he could fly down there right now and rip the mask off the evil he saw but try as he might he could not move his body from the seat he’d been carved into. Again he closed his eyes to the world but his dreams were continually plagued by the screams of a little boy from so long ago.

Again he wasn’t sure what woke him again but it must have been only a few months as the scene below him had changed little. There was a pressure in the air a tightness in the night, a storm was coming to the city and it would be a big one. Rock sent his mind wondering round the cathedral watching the fathers tend to their everyday chores. As his mind passed the bishop’s office he felt something new. There was stone within, a new statue in the church. He probed with his mind and found the cold hard stone. Slowly his mind entered it and for the first time in his long life he was able to see into the bishop’s den.

It was full of rich trappings of the man’s position in the church, far too much money had been spent on this evil in the name of god. Rock thought back to the first bishop and how he had lived with the other fathers in a little cell in the cloisters. But as the world grew so did the ambitions of man and soon wealth was everything even within the church.
Movement bought him back to reality, in to the room strode the bishop he seated himself behind his desk and took out some folders from a draw. The statue the Rock inhabited was on a shelf above the desk allowing Rock to peer over the bishop’s shoulder. Looking down his stone heart grew cold.
There on the table were folders full of documents about boys from the orphanage, the bishop flicked through them until he found one he liked the look of and smiled to himself. No thought Rock not again and he wished he could cast the statue down on the monster below and dash his brains out. To his surprise the statue wobbled then swayed and fell. Just as it toppled over the bishop looked up and just managed to through himself to one side. The statue hit the desk and broke in two. The head spinning off and coming to rest looking up into the bishops face as he pulled himself up off the floor.

Rock retreated quickly and once back in his own body he thought of what had just happened, he had used his will to move a stone statue. This was incredible, at the moment of purest hatred towards the bishop he had felt the very essence of the stone it had become part of him and he had commanded it to move and it had done so, granted it was crude and uncontrolled but it had moved.
Just then the storm struck. Rain lashed the cathedral and lightning slashed the sky. The thunder was load, it even hurt the little gargoyle’s stone ears. Just as the storm reached the height of it’s power a bolt of lightning struck the top of the arch where Rock perched and in a blinding flash of white hot light Rock found himself sailing through the air towards the courtyard below.
No, his mind screamed I will not be dashed upon the cobbles below I have a child to save. With that he collapsed his mind in unto himself and time suddenly seemed to stand still. For the first time in his life he could feel the essence of his own stone body with his will he grabbed the molecules of stone and ordered them to move slowly his wings, so long folded against his back, unfurled and stretched out, just then the world sped up again and he saw the ground coming up towards him at a great rate of knots. But as he dropped he felt his wings flap and mere inches from the ground he levelled out and skimmed the courtyard before turning and shooting back up to the top of the spire where he flapped his powerful stone wings and landed lightly on the cross on it’s top.

Perched there he gathered his thoughts, his clawed feet moulded into he stone he stood on. This was amazing he was free, free to go where he wished to explore the world at last, but then his mind returned to years earlier and a little boys body found in the courtyard a few days after a rain storm.

Looking down he noticed the bishops car pull up and the driver dart out into the rain putting up an umbrella and a few minutes later the bishop came out and went over to the car. The driver went round the back and got in himself and a second or two later the car took off.

Rock knew in his heart where the monster was going and knew he could not sit by and let another innocent get hurt. Leaping off the spire his wings unfurled and he glided quietly down the street following the car as it turned onto the main road and speed up. Lucky for Rock the heavy rain was keeping most of the city’s inhabitants indoors so he felt safe flying after the car, that and the fact his grey stone skin camouflaged him well against the stormy sky over head.

Fifteen minutes later the car turned into the drive of a large house and parked outside the bishop got out and entered the building. Rock glided in and landed on the sill of a first floor window.
Looking in he could make out the forms of children getting ready for bed. Crawling along the face of the building, the stone seeming to hold him in place as he went, he scuttled crab like over to a set of large glazed doors that were slightly ajar.
Crouching next to them he could hear the bishop talking to someone. “I don’t care what you think I want the child now and you will bring him.” Said the bishop

“But we agreed you’d never come here, that the children would be brought to you. I don’t want this place implicated in your activities.” Replied a nasally voice of a thin balding man.

“Oh shut up you get paid for providing me and my friends with entertainment and the church funds this orphanage very well. Which I know you skim the top off for yourself so don’t be all high and mighty with me.”

“the child, bring him to me and leave. I will call you when I’m ready to leave.” With that the door opened and closed.

Peering into the room from outside Rock saw the Bishop sit down on a couch, he was just getting ready to spring and rip the monster’s head off when the door opened and the thin balding man came back in dragging a boy of about ten with him. Rock recognised him at once as the boy from the folder.

The bishop ordered the man out and as he left got up and locked the door. Turning he moved towards the boy his shadow loomed big in the light of the desk lamp.

“you are here to please me and if I’m pleased you will live if not you will die and no one will ever know what happened to you.”


The lad shrank away from him and crouched shaking in the corner of the room the Bishop just smiled and moved closer to the lad running his hand lightly across the boy’s face before grabbing his chin firmly and pulling his head up to look at his tormentor.
Rock had seem more than his stomach could take and as a clap of thunder echoed around outside he leapt through the door taking strength from the stone of the building. His clawed hand took the bishop by the throat as he went by carrying him away from the child.
Twisting in mid air then landed with the bishop on his back and the gargoyle crouched over him his hand tight around the man’s throat.

The bishop’s eyes bulged as he looked into the eyes of the creature he had looked at everyday as he entered the cathedral. In a gravely voice Rock hissed “You have hurt your last child you monster. I’ve sat quietly watching you for years, watched the vile evil you commit and cover up in the name of God. I was carved to protect the innocent that walked through that arch yet I could not protect the child you killed all those years ago. Tonight it ends.”

As the storm raged outside the Gargoyle dragged the screaming bishop out onto the balcony. The bishop tried to fight him but even though there as a great size difference the gargoyle’s weight was far too great and the clawed hands had locked in a stone like grip.

Looking up Rock jumped and with his free hand and feet stuck to the stone above the doors. The bishop could do nothing but be taken along with him, cracking his head on the door opening as he hit the wall hard.
Walking up the wall Rock could feel the power of the stone beneath his feet and drew its strength into himself he felt invincible. Pulling the bishop up he slammed him back first against the wall and as he did so rope like tendrils of stone snaked out and rapped themselves round the bishop’s chest and waist, pulling so tight he could hardly breath.
Finally removing his hand from the man’s throat the gargoyle studied the monster before him.

“you know I thought you were an evil man but you are really a pathetic excuse for a priest. You sit there and preach the good book but you use it to destroy the lives of children. No more will I let that happen.”

As he talked he grabbed the bishop’s hand s and pulling it out slammed it against the wall where the stone opened up and encased the hand. The priest screamed in pain as the stone where the hand was turned red in colour as it crushed the flesh within.
Rock did the same with his other hand and the priest’s feet. Each time the bishop cried out for mercy.

“Mercy, your evil will find no mercy here priest.” Spat the gargoyle “And I doubt god will find it in his heart to accept you in the house of our lord when you meet your maker.”

With that Rock stepped back to observe his handy work. The bishop had been placed arms outstretched in the shape of the cross, his head lulled forward in obvious pain and terror.
Rock looked up and spied a stone carved water spout high above near the roof. Touching the stone the spout started to shake then slowly slid down the face of the building as if it were a little toy boat sailing on the ripples of a steam.

The spout stopped it’s downward journey just above the bishop’s shoulders “Now I would say your prays but I doubt anyone will here you.” Hissed the gargoyle.

Again he concentrated and tendrils snaked out from behind the bishops head and rapped round his forehead. With a scream he tried to fight, tried to break the hold but it was of little used. Slowly his head was pulled back till the back of it was resting against the spout. Then the tendrils tightened again and with a crunch pulled the bishops head onto it.
There was a gurgled cry as the spout passed through the back of the priest’s head to exit through the opened screaming mouth. The rain water passing through the spout turned red as it ran down the front of the bishop to land on the balcony below.

The gargoyle looked into the bishop’s dead eyes for a minute then scuttled down the building to re-enter the room. The rain outside was lessening soon it would stop altogether as the storm moved on.

The child was still curled up in the corner, slowly Rock took the boys arm and uncurled him. As the boy looked up into the gargoyle’s eyes he made to scream. Rock gently put a hand over his mouth.

“please I mean you no harm. The monster that did is no more and you are safe. I have things that need to be done to make sure all of you here are safe from now on. Stay here and lock the door behind me I will be back soon.”

He looked into the child’s frightened eyes. “trust men you are safe.”

With that he went over to the door and opening it slipped out happy to hear the solid click of the key in the lock behind him.
Once outside he quickly scuttled up the wall and onto the vaulted ceiling. He loved these old buildings all made from stone. Quietly he moved around hiding from the odd child that were moving about below.
At he found the directors office and trying the door quietly crept in. From the doorway Rock saw the bald headed man washing his hands in an adjoining room. As he stepped back into his office Rock made the stone slab floor beneath his feet rap round the man’s legs holding him fast.
“If you know what is good for you do not scream. I am you worse nightmare. I know what little service you have been providing the city’s dear bishop and I have left you a little message on the outside of your building.”

Moving over to stand in front of the terrified man, Rock noticed the smell of human waste, noting in satisfaction that his appearance was doing the trick he bared his pointed teeth and hissed.

“ When the bishop is found in the morning you will tell the police everything. You will leave nothing out. You will give them the names off all the people you provided children to for their sick entertainment and you will confess to your part in their crimes.”

With that Rock turned and walked to the door. As he opened it he turned once more to face the man “if you do not I will find you no matter what hole you climb into and I’ll do far worse to you than our good friend the bishop.” With that Rock closed the door behind him.

Rock quickly and quietly made it back up stairs and tapped on the door. It opened a crack but once the boy saw who it was the door opened fully and Rock entered closing it behind him.
“You trust me don’t you?” he asked the child who just stared at him and nodded. “I must leave now but you will be safe from now on. If you ever need me you can find me at the cathedral just stand in front of the arch and look up I will see you and come to your side.”

With that Rock went out onto the balcony the child followed him. He looked at the innocent life he had just saved and he felt good, for the first time he felt he could actually do the job he was created for, to protect the innocent from evil.
The boy stood and watched in amazement as Rock spread his wings and jumped into the rain soaked sky. Flying hi he circled the orphanage once then flew off in the direction of the cathedral.

The following day Rock heard all about what had happened the night before. The congregation were talking all about the Bishop and his sick activities. But mostly they talked in hushed voices about how the priest had been found fused to the stone high up on the face of the orphanage they looked up at the alter and confessed their sins so that god would not punish them as he had the bishop.



Powers:

Rock is made of stone hard and solid. His skin is very resistant to damage and he can regenerate damage over time. He has the ability to project his mind into other forms of natural stone and see and hear through them.
Standing on stone allows him to draw the energy in the material into his body making him strong. When touching stone he can manipulate it into and shape he wishes and command it to do his will.
As a gargoyle he has claws, fangs and wings. He can fly and even though he’s not a trained fighter his claws can be deadly in a fight.
Lastly he is unaware at the moment the true extent of his stone manipulation abilities he can actually pass through stone and even teleport from one piece of stone to another either within eye sight or to a place he knows well or has seen before.

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BLUE BOTTLE

Jonathan Miller was an average looking boy born into a hard working family in the Bronx, New York. His father was a repairman for a local electronics shop and his mother was a full time housewife looking after their five children, Jonathan being the eldest.
Jonathan loved school and learning, he had a knack for the sciences especially electronics and in his spare time and school holidays would go on call outs with his father to lend a hand.
The area where the miller family lived was not a rich neighbourhood, there was a lot of crime and the local youths went round in gangs. It was not a good idea to be seen to be different or to have ideas above one’s station. Jonathan’s parents were very worried that their son would not amount to anything if he didn’t apply himself to his schooling.
Although Jonathan wanted to make his parents happy and provide for his family pressure was being put on him from the local gangs to join them. His knowledge of mechanics and electronics was seen as an asset to be exploited. After an attack, a warning from one gangs of what would happen to his father if he didn’t join them Jonathan took up their colours.
The following twelve months saw Jonathan in and out of the juvenile courts on charges of breaking and entering and car jacking. His relationship with his father went down hill until he would walk out of the room when Jonathan walked in. This broke Jonathan’s heart but deep down he knew that as long as he worked with the gang his parents would be safe, his schooling also suffered and he was expelled.

Everything changed when he was caught while breaking into the electrical shop his father worked for. In this robbery the old security guard, someone Jonathan had known most of his life was badly injured. In court the jury believed that Jonathan had not taken part in the beating of the guard but that fact that he was there and didn’t try to stop it, in their eyes made him as bad as the other gang members. Jonathan was sentenced to five years in a youth centre.

During his time in prison Jonathan had time to reassess his life, taking the fall as he had insured his families safety and being in prison allowed him to start studying again. It was not long before he had read all the books in the library on electronics and was requesting more advanced ones to be made available to him. Part of the Centres curriculum was to teach the inmates a trade and one of the teachers saw a natural if somewhat obsessive need in Jonathan to learn and got all the books that were available for Jonathan to devour. While at the centre his teacher managed to persuade one of his old professors, to give his class a talk. The meeting with this academic was a turning point for Jonathan and by the time his sentence was completed he had not only caught up with the school work he had missed but had done a degree in electronics, mechanics and advanced electronics.

Upon re-entering society Jonathan applied for a scholarship for a research doctorate in advanced electronics, even though he had a criminal record the university accepted him on his academic qualifications. As part of the cause the highest scoring student would get a summer placement working with the world renowned Dr. Theodore Rhinewood, a leading light for many years into the field of electronics. Jonathan knew an opportunity like this only came along once in a life time and worked and studied all hours god sent, it all paid off and he was marked top of the class and given the placement.

On the day Jonathan started his placement at the Rhinewood institute for electronics he was informed that he would be working along side Dr. Theodore Rhinewood himself.
Jonathan got the shock of his life when he was introduced to Rhinewood, as he was the one and the same Doctor that gave the lecture on electronics at the youth centre.
Over the course of his placement the old man and young student became close friends, this friendship leading Rhinewood to confide in Jonathan that in the 40s he had been the Amazing Blue Bottle - a superhero that fought in the Second World War. Seeing in Jonathan a dedication and honesty that he thought he would never see in the youth of today the old man showed the Jonathan his old battle suit.
There and then in the basement of the Rhinewood’s house the two men made a packed that Jonathan would take over the title and legacy of the Blue Bottle and in return he would help the young man build a bigger and better suit to fight evil in the world. Jonathan jumped at the chance firstly to be able to work on a private project with Rhinewood and secondly he wanted to be able to help innocent people like his family to life their lives without fear.
The project took on a life of its own, even when Jonathan went back to university he would spend every waking hour in the basement with Rhinewood creating new circuits, better armour and more advanced weaponry. They even created a devise to shrink the suits wearer to the actual size of a blue bottle.
One evening Rhinewood was reminiscing with Jonathan over the battles he had fought against the * war machine when Jonathan asked him why he had taken the name blue bottle. Rhinewood explained that as a kid he had been fascinated with insects and in his few the Blue Bottle was one of the warrior races in the insect world. This discussion went on into the early hours of the morning, the two men theorizing what it would be like if they could build a devise that would allow them to communicate and control insects. Maybe it was the lack of sleep or just the fact that they were scientist who wanted to push the bounds of science to its limits but over the next three years the two men put aside the new battle armour to explore this possibility.
The finished product was a circuit that could be implanted into the back of the users neck attached to nero pathways in the brain. The body’s electrical pulses would power it and a small part of the brain would control it. In theory with the chip installed the user could emit an electrical pulse on the same wavelength as that used in the insects brain there by giving the user limited communication abilities with them.
The problem was all this was theory but after long discussions Rhinewood, against his better judgement allowed Jonathan to become the test subject. It wasn’t long after the operation that the real power of the chip became known running some tests the two men realised that the chip had tapped into other abilities granting Jonathan not only the power to communicate with insects but by changing the frequencies in the pulses control them and even see through their eyes at great distances.
With these new found skills Rhinewood and Jonathan turned their attention back to the Blue Bottle battle suit knowing that with these extra abilities Jonathan would be better prepared to fight crime.
As the suit was nearing completion Rhinewood, who had been feeling unwell for a couple of months, was told he had an incurable brain tumour. He knew his time was short and worked night and day to complete the suit before his mind failed him. Seven years after the two men first met the armour was completed Rhinewood now in a wheel chair looked on proudly as Jonathan stood before him in their finished creation. Doctor Theodore Rhinewood died peacefully in his sleep three weeks later knowing that the legacy he had created as a young man in the 1940’s would live on through the spirit of a young man he had come to love like the son he never had.
Now Jonathan holds true to his promise to his old mentor and goes fourth into the night to do battle with evil in the name of THE BLUE BOTTLE and the memory of his old friend.

[jamat]

PULLCORD

Major Holdworth witnesses the first detonation of the atom bomb and believed it should never be used on another human being because of the devastation it coursed. When he heard it was to be dropped on Japan to hasten the end of the war he handed in his commission and resigned from the army, turning his back on 25 years of exemplary service.

Three years after his resignation Holdworth was diagnosed with terminal cancer. It was a by product of being exposed to those early atomic experiments. He left behind a 2 year old son and a grieving wife. Life for Charles Holdworth was one of living up to his father’s good name and reputation. He was outstanding in the field of athletics and joined the cadets before moving on to the army when he was old enough.

Like his father before him he was a natural leader and moved up the ranks quickly becoming a captain before he turned 30. Around this time he met and married Margret, a well to do draughter of the cornel in charge of Charles’s unit. Life was going well they had a draughter within a year called Beatrice and five years later a son named Roger, named after the old major.

Margret’s pregnancy with Roger didn’t go smoothly and she spent the last three months in hospital. The night of the birth there was a storm and the power went out all over the city. Margret went into labour at 6 pm and by 5pm the next day she was exhausted and the baby was showing signs of stress.

The decision was made to do an emergency curcerrian The process was going well until the emergency generator for the hospital was hit by lightning and they had to proceed by torch light. The doctor cut into Margret and proceeded to break through the birthing sack. Reaching in he felt round for the baby. Getting a good grip he pulled. It wasn’t until the doctor’s back touched the wall behind him that he realised the child he held under the arms still had its waist and legs in his mother’s womb. The child’s body was stretched out lick plaster seen between them. Quickly Charles who had been there for the birth grabbed his son’s legs from his mother’s womb and moved over towards the doctor, as he did so the boys body took on a more natural shape.

Many weeks, and a battery of tests later the doctors were still baffled. For all intense and purposes Roger was a healthy baby boy. The only abnormality was the total flexibility of his skin, skeleton and organs. They could be stretched out with no discomfort to the child and when let go would spring back into place.

It wasn’t long before the army heard of this and Told Charles they would provide for the child in exchange for giving them the ability to study him as he grew up. Their doctors would examine him yearly through to adulthood documenting any changes that occurred. Of course all this would be done quietly and Roger would just assume it was because of his disability.

Roger grew up to be a strong healthy and likable teenager, he obeyed his parent, respected his elders and joined the army when his was old enough, like his father before him he felt duty bound to keep up the traditions of the family.

This was the opening that the powers at be were waiting for. Within a year Roger had been fast tracked into special intelligence where he was persuaded that his special ability could be used in the service of his country.

Over the following year more stringent and intensive tests were carried out. He learned that as he started to control his body better he could do amazing things with it. He could stretch long distances and rap himself round object using his body to protect them from damage. His skin was extremely resilient and could take the impact from an automatic machine gun with little or no damage occurring. He could make himself paper thin and slide his whole body through small spaces. He could also use the skin on his hands and feet to form small suckers allowing him to scale smooth vertical surfaces with no difficulty.

When the exact extent of his abilities was known the army developed a special hand to hand fighting style to complement his powers.

When they felt he was ready he was given his first mission, to assassinate a south American gun runner with connections to the middle east. He was persuaded to do it by being told that without the guns the soldiers in the middle east would be safer thus he was serving his country and fellow warriors by taking this life. What he later found out was the gun runner had sold the intelligence service out and needed to be silenced and in fact had no contacts in the middle east at all.

Roger worked as a wet works operative for another 7 years before he started to question what he was being ordered to do, he was brainwashed into believing a good soldier should never question orders.

But one mission went wrong and if it hadn’t been for his father’s contacts he would have been left out to dry by the armed forces under their policy of not recognising a spy if they were court. Charles managed to extract his son from danger and in the process making it look like he’d been killed. After months of hiding Charles and Roger met up to decide what to do.
Over the years Charles had been doing his own research into his son’s abilities and everything pointed to his father’s exposure to radiation from the atom bomb tests and for some reason it had skipped a generation but in Roger had altered his DNA to what it had become today.
Roger saw no alternative but to stop using his powers, get a new identity and hide for the rest of his life. Charles was against this, he pointed out that all his life he’d been used to do someone else’s dirty work now it was time for him to do something for himself. That his grandfather had died from the very thing that had given him his abilities and it was down to him to redeem himself for all the people he had killed in the name of the British government.

They knew that if he just went out and started using his powers in public he would soon be tracked down and killed so they hit on the following idea. They used his father’s contacts to find the whereabouts of a superhero group and tracked them for months. When the opportunity arose Roger appeared out of no where and saved on of the hero’s life. This resulted in him being asked to join their ranks and took the name PullCord.

All along father and son came to realise for Roger to survive he needed to be high profile and nothing was more high profile than being part of a superhero team. Soon he was a solid member of the team and trusted and liked by all of them, in turn he came to see them as his family and out of a scam set up for his survival respect and loyalty developed for his fellow team mates.
The secret service realised they could not make a hit on such a well known hero so they sat back and hoped that one day a super villain would tie up the loose ends for them, in the mean time the observed him fro afar waiting for a possible chance to clean up their own house.


Roger is likable and charismatic. He has times when he becomes moody and a darkness comes over him. On these occasions his fellow team mates are quick to pull him back into the light and get his mind back to the here and now.

His military background has helped the team too and they default to his tactical superiority in battle situations though he has not and will not take the leadership role in the team.

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ENVOY

The British Isles have always been a place of mystery and adventure. Legends abound concerning the Fae folk, the little people, goblins, fairies and the like.

Matthew Williams grew up on such tales. Matthew was born to Carol Williams, a nurse working at Ealing Hospital in London. The birth was uneventful with mother and father both excited about becoming parents. Within a year though tragedy happened, Matthew’s father went missing and despite an investigation he was never seen again.

As Mat grew, a mysterious figure started to call at the house. His mother introduced the man as his grandfather. It was soon apparent that neither the old man his mother got on and they hardly talked.

But with Matthew it was different the old boy was animated and mysterious and entertaining. He told stories of fantastic lands, heroes on white steeds and fairy folk helping or hindering travellers in their lands. Matthew loved his grandfather dearly but tried to show little affection to him in front of his mother as he realised having the old man around coursed his mother heartache.

One rainy day Matthew turned up on the old mans doorstep wet and in one * of a state. Taking him in the old boy got him into dry clothes and sat him in front to of the fire.

"Now Matty tell me what’s wrong," said his concerned grandfather.

"Gramps it was horrible I was on my way to school when I noticed a bloke following me. After a while I got scared so I picked up my pace and he did the same." Mat took a sip of the coco his grandfather had made and continured. "I’d heard of guys that liked young boys so I started to run, thinking if I made it to the school gates I’d be able to tell one of the teachers. But as I turned the corner I lost sight of him the next I knew was strong arms came out of nowhere and dragged me into an alley." He shivered and took a deep breath.

His grandfather looked extremely concerned but allowed the lad to continue.

"He pinned me against the wall and started to pull open my top all the time talking nonsense about marks and me being the * spawn of the prince. I was so scared. I thought I was going to die..." He trailed off and started to shake. His grandfather sat next to him and put a strong arm round the 14 year olds shoulder.

"It’s ok Matty no one will hurt you here." Matthew looked at his grandfather and believed him.

Clearing his throat he continued. "He was so strong...I couldn’t fight him. He ripped open my shirt and suddenly stopped. He bent his head towards my chest and just stared at my birthmark. Then he smiled...I’ve never seen anything like it..." He trailed off again.

"His face elongated I’m convinced it did. And his mouth widened as he went for my throat. I was so frightened I just put up my arm. As his mouth closed round it I pushed...I don’t know where I got the strength from but he started gagging and dropped me holding his mouth swearing at me." He looked at his grandfather. "When he turned back to face me his lower jaw was hanging loose from his face blood pouring down his front...I didn’t stop to think I just ran...I felt like I was flying it was all such a blur. Then I found myself in the street out front and came to you."

The old man stood up and paced up and down finally slamming his hand down on the table. "* it this was not supposed to happen you were supposed to be protected...I will have someone’s head for this I swear if I don’t."

The boy looked at him suddenly scared again. The old man realised this and his face softened.

"Matthew," he said seating himself next to the boy. "Have you ever wondered why your mother and I don’t get on...well I’ll tell you, but you have to let me tell it all as it’s an unbelievable story full of magic and legend." He leaned back thinking where to begin.

"OK your mother was on holiday in Ireland when she met and fell in love with your father. Now your father was special, he was Fae, a mythical creature from Celtic legend. He was a noble man and a Prince.” The old man smiled sadly at that.

"He was also headstrong and fell in love totally with your mother. Against the wishes of the Court he proposed to your mum. It had never been done before, a Fae and human bonding, but I saw the love and as King I gave my blessing. Your father had to live as a human and forsake his heritage this he did, but it also meant he was alone without power and at the mercy of the Dark Fae. I could not break the law and aid him, this is why your mother hates me so...I put duty before family."

At this point the old man took up his cup and drank, replacing it on the stand next to him he continued. "Your parents moved back to London and set up home I watched from the shadows...he was my son after all and I loved him dearly. Then you were born...I wanted to come to you all then and offer my protection but again I chose duty. Then the Dark Fae struck, fast and decisive, your father may not have had his powers but he fought and fought hard giving no quarter as he took down one attacker after another. This gave your mother time to flee with you, that was the last time she saw him."

He looked at his grandson. "Before you ask your father is dead I felt it the moment the sword went through his heart...I died that night too."

"I told the Court I was going to bring you in they objected but as King I overruled them, for the first time in my life I was going to look after my own. So I spoke with your mother and made a deal that I would use my powers to mask you in return for me teaching you the ways...you see you have Fae heritage and you have power, magic, running through your veins but you need to learn to harness it. A good example is what happened today you instinctively used your great strength to break that vile creature’s jaw. Now it is time for you to learn the other arts you possess."

Getting up he phoned Matthew’s mother. Soon she was there holding his hands crying and hugging him telling him that his grandfather spoke the truth. After a long discussion and raised voices it was decided that it would not be safe for Matthew to stay in London so it was agreed that they would move to Bristol where Matthew's mother had some family. His grandfather would visit and train Matthew after he had dealt with the Fae Court.

Now Matthew is 22 he is a tall willowy young man with long sandy coloured hair and piercing grey eyes. His features are angular but handsome and he holds himself with a natural confidence. He has left the protection of his grandfather to make his way in the world to track down the vile creatures that stalk the innocent of the land. He visits his mother now and then. Knowing that his grandfather is still around to protect her gives him peace of mind. One day he will find the creature behind the death of the father and on that day there will be a reckoning.

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DRAGON FIRE

Arthur Doyle III was born the son of Lord Arthur Doyle and being the son of an aristocrat was exposed to the privileges that came with it. Like not seeing his parents for months at a time having a secession of nannies when his was younger and then boarding school (which he loathed) when he was old enough. Arthur’s only light in the dullness of the privileged set was holidays with his grandfather.
Duke Romsley was (Arthur’s grandfather) was an enigma to his family and looked down upon by his peers. He spent many years abroad doing humanitarian work for many charities not just being a figurehead but living with the people he helped, working with them and suffering with them. So early on in his life Arthur gravitated to this outspoken old gentleman. It was therefore Romsley that taught Arthur to let his mind be free that he didn’t have to follow the rest of the sheep but to be what he wanted to be. His grandfather also told him stories of his ancestors especially the one about St. George and the dragon. Many a night they would look over old family books tracing their lineage back to St. George and Arthur would spend many an evening curled up on his grandfather’s lap falling asleep to the heroic tails of the knight that killed the dragon.
Not long after reaching 13 the dreams started always the same, always viewed as a third party to the scenes unfolding before him. In his dreams St. George tracks the dragon to it’s lair where drawing his sword he enters the cave… the dream always ended at this point in a sheet of flame and a loud blood curdling bestial cry.
Arthur told his grandfather about his dreams with a slight grin his grandfather said it must be the spirit of old sir George come to make sure his descendents follow his chivalrous and noble foot steps.
The next summer the old man started to teach Arthur in the ways of the old knights, to be honourable, honest and loyal. He taught him horse riding and sword fighting (for an old man he was still quite agile).
As the years passed Arthur went from Eton to the army (something the family expected of him) there he became a leader of men and soon reached the rank of commander. His men respected him and would follow him everywhere. While away on manoeuvres he got a message that his parents had been killed in a plane crash coming back from one of their many skiing holidays. Never having had much to do with them he didn’t really mourn their passing but as the dutiful son took a leave of absence to attend the funeral.
Now as the heir to the Doyle fortune he became Lord Doyle. Things then started to change pressures of trying to stay in the army and running the family estate quickly got to him and something had to give. He resigned his commission and went home to run the estate full time (this was not an easy decision to make but what swung it was the fact that his grandfather was getting old and he wanted desperately to spend the last few years of the old man’s life with him).
Now a Lord Arthur was expected to take up his father’s seat in the House of Lords. He hated it being surrounded by petty spiteful individuals all out for their own ends. All through this time two things were constant, two things kept him grounded his grandfather (who said that only from the inside could he make a difference) and his dreams. So with these two constants he stayed in the House of Lords doing his best to make changes for the people of Britain.
The following year strange things started to happen around Westminster. It started with the odd break in to people’s chambers then complaints to security that people felt they were being watched and stalked. Security was tightened but things still happened. Until the murders started. The first was a cleaner found in the basement stores what was not published in the news papers was the fact that the body had been ripped to shreds and partially eaten. By the third murder there was uproar in the house especially as the last victim had been one of their own, A Lord.
Arthur, wanting to protect himself and his fellow peers got permission to carry a gun with him while at parliament. About a week after the third killing Arthur was going over some papers in his chambers when he heard a scuffle take place out in the corridor taking up his gun he quietly exited his chambers and entered the corridor. What confronted him was a ghastly site. Near the ends of the corridor lit by moon light streaming through the stain glass windows Arthur witnessed a hulking great man bent over the twitching body of one of his fellow lords. Pointing his gun he ordered the man to move away from the body at the same time he pressed one of the many emergency buttons to call security.
Looking up at Arthur the brut mad a guttural sound and sprang at him. Within seconds the monster was on him ripping and slashing in a frenzy. If it hadn’t been for Arthur’s training he would have gone down instantly although in the process of dodging he lost hold of his gun. Managing to get some distance between him and his attacker Arthur reached for the only weapon available to him one of the many broad swords hanging on the walls of the corridor. The battle that followed was as quick as it was bloody the monster driven purely by hunger and blood lust ran straight at Arthur who at the very last second side stepped and as the creature turned to attack again Arthur plunged the sword into the monsters chest up to the hilt. This close the creature Arthur was able to look directly into its face. The face of his attacker was scaly and reminded him of a lizard.
Staggering back the creature made a desperate attempt to remove the blade from his body but in the process made the wound bleed more dropping to it’s knees it fell forward and lay still. Staring at the body not quite knowing what he had just looked upon the creature started to shimmer and shrink slowly changing back into human form before Arthur’s eyes. There laying on the floor before him was the naked body of Lord Ashley-Smyth. Just then the guards arrived. Many hours of questioning later Arthur was released CC TV footage from the corridor cameras backed up Arthur’s story that he was defending himself from a crazed attacker (although it was too dark in the corridor for the cameras to make out more than the outlines of the figures fighting).
Later after the police raided Smyth’s run down stately home they discovered a strange alter and body parts scattered around the house.
That night Arthur had his dream again but this time it was different, this time he was St. George and he was viewing the dream from a first person perspective…….

St. George/Arthur dismounts from his horse and readies himself to do battle with the dragon in its lair. Entering the cave St. George/Arthur confronts the beast. Their eyes meet across the cavern and Arthur is startled to see the same blood lust in the creature’s eyes was he did in the corridor earlier that night.
St. George/Arthur takes a step towards the beast as if he is meeting an old friend

“Molywr my brother how has it come to this when did you become tainted and betray your brood. You were one of the brightest of us the leader we would have followed you to the ends of time but you killed them all., your brothers and sisters, why.”

“Dragon Fire Look at you still the dreamer the noble creature. You were our conscience loved by all and I hate you for that. Why did I do what I did. I got a better offer I was shown the way but most of all I did it because I could.”

With that St.George/Arthur/ Dragon Fire charges but instead of raising the sword he throws it away. In mid leap Arthur feels his body morph change, grow bigger by the time he hits his target he has changed into a creature like the one before him but where as the monster he attacks is midnight blue in colour Arthur is radiant gold.
The battle is furious, no quarter is given or taken. It is a battle between two titans creatures of muscle, teeth, fangs and majesty. In the end one figure is seen staggering out of the cave dressed in battered armour with a broken sword St. George drags behind him the head of the dragon that had murdered so many people……..

The next morning Arthur spoke of everything that happened that night to his grandfather. Romsley told him to calm down the dream was just that a dream brought on by what he had gone through earlier in the evening.
“ Although” said the old man as he left the breakfast room “St. George could be telling you that your path will lead you to greater things to be a man of the people a protector but then again it was only a dream.”

Arthur felt it was more than that, he knew what he had witnessed in that corridor and needed to find out more. Now Arthur spends his day time in the house of Lords trying to make Britain a better place for its people and at night he hunts the unknown looking for something he can’t remember someone no not someone a number of people a family lost a wrong to right. Arthur is St. George on a mission to protect his family, his land and maybe on the way kill a few dragons that have last the path to nobility.

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STONEWALL

Jonathan was not like other babies, when he was born it was apparent from an early age that he was suffering from a growth problem by the age of eight children of his age were taller than him. Doctors confirmed that although Jonathan’s body was in proportion for his height upon reaching adulthood he would only be only between four and five foot tall.
His parents put a brave face on the situation for Jonathan’s sake but knew deep down that he would have it tough especially when he went to senior school.

By the age of sixteen Jonathan was the size and build of a seven year old, the few friends he had as a child had drifted away and he spent most of his time on his own. This lead to him being seen as a bit of a loner and a weirdo by his fellow school mates. One in particular Trevor Manning, the local school bully and rough nut saw it as a duty to the school to make Jonathan’s life a living *. Whenever he saw Jonathan, whether in the street or at school he and his gang would hound Jonathan tirelessly, the outcome always being the same, Jonathan would return home with ripped cloths or black eye or his money stolen. When asked Jonathan would lie to his parents “ oh that I fell over.” Or “I ran into a door” or “ I lent my pocket money to a friend”. Anything to stop his family worrying about him.
Through it all Jonathan was very positive about his condition and never seemed to let it get him down. Although many nights before going to bed he would look at himself in the mirror and wish he was stronger or faster or better looking but for some reason he never wished that he was taller.

Jonathan always looked forward to the summer holidays it usually meant he would have six weeks away from school, although he liked learning and was a bright kid, but more importantly he would be away from Trevor.
This summer was special as his parents had aloud him to start his first summer job working in Pickins Book repair shop. Mr. Pickins was a family friend and saw in Jonathan a mind willing to learn and a heart not tainted by his physical situation. Mr Pickins was also in his late seventies and needed a young pair of eyes to see the more interact repairs were done correctly.

One evening on his way home from work and his spirits high because he had just received his first pay cheque he turned into the main street only to notice that Trevor and his gang were lounging about outside the local soda house. Not wanting to have to go back and not wanting to show these thugs he was scared he carried on walking. One of Trevor’s cronies noticed Jonathan on the street and nudged his leader, pointing in Jonathan’s direction. Something was said between the group and Trevor’s four friends got up and headed over towards Jonathan while Trevor sat where he was with a big grin on his face. Seeing that he was in trouble Jonathan started to walk a bit faster until he came level with the entrance of an ally that lead away from the street. Pretending to go passed the ally Jonathan spun quickly on his heels and ran as fast as he could into the ally the four boys hot on his heels.


Leroy had just seen the last of his customers out through the door to his gym and was having a quiet beer sitting out on the fire escape to his second floor office. Leroy was big, six four in his cotton socks and even at the age of fifty carried himself well. Leroy had been a boxer about twenty years earlier and was heading to make a name for himself until he realised that the local crime lords ran the ring and it wouldn’t be long before he was given the choice to take a dive or end up in the river. Leroy’s mother didn’t raise no numb skull and when the opportunity came his way Leroy bought the building he was now sitting in and turned it into a very successful boxing gym.
Sitting there remembering Leroy noticed a young boy, about the age of seven, at the mouth of the ally below him. The boy made to walk passed then turned and sprinted down the ally below where he was sitting as if the devil himself was on his tail minutes later four youths passed below at break neck speed. Standing up for a better look Leroy watched to see what was going on.

The young boy was fast and was starting to out distance the larger boys. Leroy thought that of he got to the turn in the ally that lead to the next street the small boy would be home free. Just then a fifth boy appeared from around the corner in front of the small boy, raised a base ball bat and swung at waist height as if he was play in a little league match. The bat came round with some force and hit the younger boy smack in the stomach. Leroy was sure he heard the air being forced out of the boy’s lungs even from where he was standing. The young boy flow back and crashed into a dumpster. By this time the other boys had got to their prey.

Fair do’s to the boy he staggered to his feet and prepared to defend himself even though he had no chance against five boys twice his age and size. With a signal from the boy with the bat the four thugs laid into the young boy.

That was enough for Leroy, yes a bit of fun was one thing but this was getting out of hand and fast. Moving swiftly down the fire escape Leroy hit the ally running and was pulling the boys off their target within minutes. A few slaps here and a few soft taps there quietened them down. Bending down Leroy started to examine the young boy on the floor. Just then the lad shouted a warning and Leroy turned just in time to put his arm up and fend off a blow from the base ball bat.
Now Leroy was *, Standing up to his full height he towered over his attacker. With one big hand he caught the next swing the youth made for him and stopped it dead in its tracks. Looking the boy full in the eyes he bought his fist down hard on the bridge of his nose with a resounding crack. The youth stumbled back blood gushing from his face. Grabbing the youth Leroy lifted him up.

“ Hasn’t your pa ever told you not to get dangerous animals angry, and son let me tell you I’m one rutting dangerous animal when * off. Now be a good little boy and run off home with your friends here. And come back again when you are older and bigger then I’ll really kick your * for you.”

With that he through him against his friends and they all ran off with their tails between their legs.

Now that they were alone Leroy had a chance to study the young lad in front of him and was surprised to see that he was in fact a sixteen year old and not as he first thought a kid of seven.

“ That was brave of you son to stand up to those thugs, that takes courage and a little bit of stupidity to do.”

“ By the way the names Leroy. “ said Leroy holding out his hand.

“ Jonathan, Jonathan Stonewall thank sir for helping me there I thought I’d get the tar kicked out of me for sure this time”

“ So this isn’t the first time you’ve had a run in with that lot then. Come with me I’ll get some ice for that eye and check you over for any broken ribs”.

With that Leroy showed Jonathan up the fire escape to his office. While Leroy administered first aid Jonathan told him about Trevor.

“ I tell you what if you want I’ll instruct you in the fine art of boxing so you can better defend yourself and in exchange you can clean the locker rooms here at the gym what do you say.”

Jonathan readily accepted the offer and thus started a friendship that would last long into Jonathan’s adulthood.

Five years on and Jonathan was part owner in a successful gym, he managed the books and generally kept the place running this left Leroy free to do what he did best and teach boxing.
True to his word Leroy taught Jonathan the art of boxing and to Leroy’s surprise and delight the young man took to it like a duck to water and it wasn’t long before he was able to take on men twice his size.
All this sudden physical exercise also had an effect on Jonathan’s body within a year he had developed into a power house of a youth, not overly developed, like a body builder but solid and athletic. This made Jonathan a lot more out going and his natural easy nature shone through.

On Jonathan’s twenty first birthday Leroy and his parents got together with family and friends and sprung a surprise party at his family’s home. Around twelve Leroy came to Jonathan and handed him an envelop saying to only open it when he had left and with that wished him a happy birthday and headed home because he was tired.

Once Leroy was gone Jonathan opened the envelop inside was a letter and a set of keys.

“ Dear Jon,

Thank you for being the son I never had it has done my soul proud to see you grow and to use you uniqueness to your advantage. You know I’m no good with words so here is something I hope will show you how much you mean to me. The keys are for a small flat round the corner from the gym. As a young man now you will need your space and a place to call your own.

Your dearest friend,
L”
Finishing the letter Jonathan ran for the door telling his parents he needed to go thank Leroy for his present but by the time he had gotten to the front gate Leroy’s car was turning the corner at the end of the road.

Grabbing his bike Jonathan took the short cut to down town to the gym. By the time he got there Leroy’s car was parked up and the lights were on in Leroy’s apartment. Instead of ringing the bell and making Leroy walk down the stairs Jonathan went up the fire escape as he had so many times before to knock on the window.
As he approached the third floor he heard shouting coming from Leroy’s apartment. Looking through the open window he saw Leroy on the floor and a well built man standing over him with a base ball bat in his hand.

“ You did tell me to come back when I was bigger so here I am. I’ve been thinking of you for a long time. I would have visited earlier but had to spend some time in a little place up river for a while. But now I’m back and I thought it would be good to pay you back for your hospitality you showed me when last we met.”

With that Trevor brings down the bat along Leroy’s back as the man tries to get up and defend himself. There is a loud popping sound as the bat hits home and Leroy crashes to the floor.
Trevor looks into Leroy’s eyes and with a smile on his face raises the bat for a second swing. Leroy closes his eyes and prays to god that his end is quick but the blow doesn’t land. Opening his eyes Leroy is amazed to see his attacker sprawled on the floor of the apartment and standing over him is Jonathan rubbing blood off his knuckles.

Rushing over to the old man Jonathan tries to help him up.

“ No son don’t call the paramedics I think his blow broke my spine as I can’t move my legs.”

Fearful of his friends condition Jonathan turns to pick up the phone only to make contact with a bat in the face. While he had been trying to help Leroy Trevor had regained his senses and crept up on Jonathan, bat in hand. Luckly for the young man Trevor was still dizzy from the right hook he had received and the blow only knocked Jonathan across the room.
Dazed Jonathan staggered to his feet in time to see Trevor step up to the prone Leroy for one last swing.

“Say your prays old man”

With a last desperate surge of strength Jonathan launched himself at his childhood tormentor. There was a clash of bodies and when the dust settled both were staggering to their feet.

“ Boy I should have crippled you years ago now its pay back time then I’ll finish this old * lying there”

With that he raised the bat and swung at Jonathan’s head. Thinking quickly Jonathan raised his arm, better to have a broken arm than a cracked skull. But to his amazement and Trevor’s dismay the bat shattered over his elbow leaving Jonathan unharmed.
Seeing his chance Jonathan let fly with a left knowing that he needed to put down this attacker quickly so he could get help for Leroy.
Again to Jonathan’s surprise his fist made contact with Trevor’s face but where he was expecting to see Trevor sink to the floor his attacker flow back crashing through two apartment walls to land in a broken heap in the hall.

Checking to make sure his asailent would not cause anymore problems Jonathan realised Trevor was dead.

Hurrying over to Leroy he told him of Trevor’s condition.

“look boy it was self defence but what happened here was not normal you should not have been able to do what you did to Trevor but lets not worry about that now.
On my desk it a rolodex there is a man listed there called Snowman he’s a friend of mine take the address put Trevor in my car and go see Snowman he’ll take care of it for you. Get back here as soon as you can I can wait while for the medics, its not like I’m going any place soon is it. Now go”

Doing as his friend said Jonathan got the body to Snowman without any trouble. Back at the apartment he and Leroy get the story together for the police.
Jonathan interrupted a burglary and saved Leroy’s live in the process chasing off his attackers who smashed up the place with sledgehammers,

Leroy spent the next three months in hospital while Jonathan got the gym renovated for use with a wheelchair. The day Leroy came home the two sat down that night and discussed what had happened.

“ While I’ve been laid up I’ve been thinking, what you did shouldn’t have been possible. That punch should have floored him not knocked him through two walls. Thus I got the nurse in the hospital to get me some articles I remember reading a long time back. They were by a doctor who believed the human race was evolving and part of that evolution was the development of abilities out of the norm, he called them mutations. That curtain people were born with these powers and that they became active a puberty or under stressful situations. I think you could be one of these so called mutants.”

Over the following months and under Leroy’s guidance Jonathan started to test his powers. He was able to punch through 20 inch sheet metal and concrete, lift tones in weight, jump long distances, take a bullet in the chest, be hit by a car and still be standing in the same spot, climb shear walls effortlessly. and react faster than he ever had before.

One night after training Leroy sat down with Jonathan.

“ Look man you know I’m not a religious man but you’ve been given powers for some reason you used them to save me I think you should use them to protect others in trouble you mustn’t let this gift go to waste”.

After another year of training Leroy felt Jonathan was ready to make his first public appearance. Around this time more and more people with strange abilities and powers were appearing in public, some fighting for good some for their own ends. Jonathan believed he could make a difference and so STONEWALL was born.


Note : Jonathan’s powers are not strength based unknown to him it is all mental in nature. His power stems from his wish to be stronger and faster than others. His powers are telekinetic but his mind has moulded it in such a way that it has no range.
Thus when he’s lifting heavy loads it is his TK. When he leaps it is his TK pushing him away from the ground. When he is hit by a bullet or other weapon it is his TK slowing down the attack to make it harmless. When he is hit by a car it is his TK that holds him in place. When he hits something it is his TK ripping it apart. And when he climbs walls it is his TK holding him in place.

It is not known at this stage if he will ever be able to use his powers at distance but then it is impossible to predict how his powers will develop.

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SEA HAWK

Jake had always been a good swimmer though he never belonged to the swimming club in school. He had two passions one was anything to do with the sea and the other was pirate films. On his 14th birthday he and his friends went to the beach for a party (his parents went along to supervise). While they were out on surfboards one of Jake's friends, Steve, got into difficulty and was pulled under by a strong current.

Without thinking of his own safety Jake dived in but he to became court in the current as well. As the last breath was snatched from his throat Jake started to relax and realised that his lungs didn’t hurt anymore looking round he saw Steve floating next to him. Grabbing his friend he started to swim to the surface the current no longer having an effect on him.

As they broke the surface hands grabbed them from the rescue boat that his dad had called when they first got into difficulty. Jake realised something had changed inside him but he kept this from his parents. Over the years Jake experimented with this new found ability and discovered not only could he breath under water he could control the very particles of H2O with his mind.

After finishing school he went on to college to study marine biology, three years later, having achieved a first class BSc with honours, he started a job off the coast of Africa. While there he noticed that his skin tone was starting to take on a watery blue colour and that his cloths tended to be damp all the time. It was around this time he started noticing a decline in the dolphin population, which he couldn't explain. That night he took his small boat and went out to follow the dolphins to discover what was wrong. It wasn't long before the course was found - poachers. Being rather naive he shouted for them to stop the killing and put his boat between the dolphins and the poachers boat. Poachers being what they are shot him.
He fell into the water and was gone. As the poachers got back to their bloody work the seas started to get choppy then rough then a full-blown gale started. The strange thing was the air was still so what was coursing the sea to boil? The now frightened poachers soon found out, as up from the depths on a fountain of water rose a blue skinned human. It didn't take long for the poachers ship to sink taking all hands on board to the bottom of the sea, all that is but one.
He told the coast guard when he was picked up that a merman had spared him so he could warn all poachers of the seas that they were now protected and anyone who dared defile them would be punished. So it came to pass that this traumatic incident released the last of Jake's mutant powers changing him forever. He knew he could never go back to his old life and thus set his small boat adrift. A week later the search for Jake was called off and he was officially recorded as missing at sea. The sea is now Jake's home he discovered a cave system under a small outcrop of rocks and uses this as his home.
He now dedicates his life to keeping the seas clean and stopping man abusing it. He is not a naive idealist anymore he knows that man needs what the sea provides to survive but he will not stand by and watch man rape the seas needlessly. The local coast guard now of him and he has used his powers many times in helping them find ships in distress. With His love of pirate films he made a costume for himself in the style of that warn by stars such as Errol Flynn and goes by the name Sea Hawk after one of his favourite pirate characters.

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TULLY

He appeared one morning in Ashfield in the year of 1964, a young man with just a back pack and some clothes to his name.

He went to the local flop house and rented one room from old Mc Andrews and settled in to the quite town life. He soon got a job as a shelf stacker at Manny’s grocery store and was seen as a polite helpful young man by all the customers.

A few months into his job Tundell, for that was his name, no first name, just Tundell, had persuaded the old shop keeper to turn the back yard into a vegetable garden and soon the fruits of his labor were being sold within the store.
Within a year they were growing enough produce to supply not only the general needs of the town but the restaurants and cafes as well.

Tundell was soon being asked to help manage peoples gardens in his spare time and when the annual district town in bloom competition came round the town council asked Tully to coordinate the town’s entry.
They won of course and kept wining year after year, Tully was so green fingered their flowers were the biggest and sweetest smelling for miles around. Whenever he was asked all the quiet young man would say was the soil in this area was good and give a gentle smile.

Years passed and old Manny passed away leaving Tully the shop in his will. Tully soon bought the old parking lot next to the shop and started work to turn it into a garden center.
It’s funny when people look back on those days they can never remember Tully ever getting anyone in to help him dig up the tarmac or till the soil or erect the green house it just kind of happened as things do in sleepy mid west towns, but he must have had help mustn’t he?

Anyway life went on and Tully grew older getting slightly portly as the ages crept upon him. He started to wear little metal rimmed glasses and fell into the old man trap of cardigans.
Then in the 1990s a new type of person started to buy up property in the town, business people with too much money and time on their hands. Their children would turn up to use mummy and daddy’s place while they were away in Europe or going to retreats or marriage counseling.
These kids bought with them their friends, some not so nice, some thinking it was fun to get drunk then destroy the flower displays. 1995 saw the town lose the town in bloom for the first time since Tully had shown up that warm spring morning back in 64.

This disturbed Tully but all he’d say was kids will be kids and carry on planting flowers to replace the ones destroyed.
Then a local kid, someone Tully had known all his life, was found dead of a drugs overdose. This was too much for Tully and the following day five out of town kids turned up at the sheriff’s office demanding to be protected from the trees and little green plant people.
Upon investigation they were found to have been the ones who had thought it would be fun to spike the local lads drink with ecstasy. Of course they were charged with manslaughter and the town seemed to go back to its quiet life once more.
When the locals talked about it Tully only smiled quietly to himself and said “little plant people … really the drugs these kids take now a days will warp their minds and no mistake.” And he’d walk off humming to himself.

So how is Tully, well Tully is a plantmancer, he was birthed from the union of a tree spirit and a human. Plants do his bidding and grow for him when he asks. He can even get trees to move if he asks them nicely.
Before coming to the town he tried his hand at the superhero lark, nothing serous just helping find lost people In the woods tracking down escaped convicts and the like then tipping off the police to their location.
But it was not in his nature to do the hero thing and went traveling until he found Ashfield.

He is very protective of the people in the town and will use his powers to make their lives easier and more content. He knows that in any good garden you get a few weeds and if not treated quickly they take over and destroy the natural order of things. This he won’t allow and as with the drugs incident he used his powers to scare the culprits into confessing their sins.