Bone Squad

[Charon]

Yeah... so, we're back in game..... Well, sorta.

If anybody's interested in joining, most of CoHGuru know what the team is about, but just to clarify we're a team of vigilantes and anti-heroes. Very much a Batman vibe. Most of the team is in the late 20s level wise at the moment.

Anyway, yeah so this is just a thread to say, yay, go us... And... Well, I needed somewhere to post all these, too.


Based on rottie's original "Bone Squad" sig templates. Makis, Charon, Wolf and Sable Phoenix were made by him too.

http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v428/Bone-Squad/sigs/charbsbadge.gif
http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v428/Bone-Squad/sigs/makisbsbadge.gif
http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v428/Bone-Squad/sigs/wolfbsbadge.gif
http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v428/Bone-Squad/sigs/spbsbadge.gif
http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v428/Bone-Squad/sigs/Icelander.gif
http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v428/Bone-Squad/sigs/Psylex.gif

[Charon]

http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v428/Bone-Squad/sigs/got.gif
http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v428/Bone-Squad/sigs/Solario.gif
http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v428/Bone-Squad/sigs/cArcLight.gif

And that's it... Anyway... So, we're back, Breaking Bones and Taking Names.

-Charon.

[Blackbat]

Nice, I love the sigs. Thanks Rottie.

[Blackbat]

Bah, we're so unorganized. I blame Charon. ;)

Here ya go...

Hero Name:
Real Name:
Identity:
Aliases/Nicknames:
Occupation:
Legal Status:
Age:
Place of Birth:
Marital Status:
Known Relatives:
Base of Operations:

Origin:
Archetype:
Primary Power:
Secondary Power:
Power Pools:
RP Explanation of Powers:

Height:
Weight:
Build:
Eye Color:
Hair Color:
Race/Ethnicity:
Strength Level:

Likes:
Dislikes:
Personality:
Quirks:

History:

[Blackbat]

Nice looking App Chill, I like. :)

What times are you usually in-game? When you do get in-game, keep an eye out for Charon, Icelander or Makis.



(This goes for all interested applicants, just start a post here with your app and keep an eye out for us in-game to give us a shout.)

[Sebastian Kain]

Woo Bone Squad! I'll like to propose an alliance between the Bone Squad and the Silent World Order. (You know so we can chat, team, and stuff.) :sk:

[Blackbat]

Well, we'd like to have one of us, if not more meet up/talk to you in-game first. But barring any kind of catastrophy, I'd say yes. :)

(SK, we're always looking for teamups. I should be on the TS server within the next couple of days. Just have to find my headset. ;) )

[Charon]

http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v428/Bone-Squad/sigs/StanWalker.gif

Pretty much just to welcome Stan to the team and bestow his BS sig upon him.

-Charon.

[Blackbat]

Welcome Stan.

And sh1t

[Mahaf]

Welcome Stan.. Now we gotta plan the.. How shall I put this.. Welcoming ceremony?

[Stan Walker]

thank you for having me in your ranks...and sh1t..look forward to the ceremony :)

[Mahaf]

thank you for having me in your ranks...and sh1t..look forward to the ceremony :)
Yea... Just remember that everything we do is for good fun. We don't ever put any of our members down unless we think they KNOW we're just joking(So yea, the insults earlier today were all in jest:P). Well, we try to, anyways..

[Fantasmo]

I just wanted to say I'm glad to see you guys back in action. I have always been a fan.
Bust some heads for me!

[MikeKAY]

Welcome to the team Stan... and sh1t.

[Stan Walker]

god bless all you jerkweeds....


*unpacks bags*


IM HOME!!!!!!

[Noble]

Well since we're at it I'll post Countryman's old bio, something I recently recovered thanks to the Old OGaming forums going back up. As for Charon and my idea for having Countryman implemented onto the team, I'll cover that later unless Charon wants to fill it in for me :cool:.

Hero Name: Redgate
Real Name: Jackson Redgate
Aliases/Nicknames: (Formerly known as Countryman)
Occupation: Vigilante
Legal Status: Wanted by The Agency, a dark and secrative organization within the US Government for him destroying their main headquarters when they betrayed him.
Age: 37
Place of Birth: Skyway City, Paragon City
Marital Status: Single
Known Relatives: None
Base of Operations: None

Origin: Science
Archetype: Scrapper
Primary Power: Super Strength (Dark Melee in game)
Secondary Power: Invulnerability
Power Pools: none currently, (although in the future Super Leap, Fighting, Fitness)
RP Explanation of Powers: Became a mountain of muscle due to scientific experiments that greatly enhanced his genetic build.

Height: 10'
Weight: 20 Tons
Build: Larger than a freight train. His body is wide enough to fill a two lane street, and his arms and legs are larger than the thickest trees of the petrified forest.
Eye Color: Blue
Hair Color: Blond
Race/Ethnicity: Caucasion
Strength Level: able to lift up to 100,000 Tons (weight of an aircraft carrier)

Likes: Individuals with great skill in combat, people who think like warriors and are not cowards. He only feels pleasure on the battlefield.
Dislikes: Just about everything.
Personality: Grim to the core. Overbearing, rude, inconsiderate, loves violence, respects no one, his ego is even larger than himself and that is saying a lot. Also overly suspicious, comes with his background of being in black ops.
Quirks: His body and face are riddled with scars and missing chunks of flesh from countless battles, making him grotesque to behold.

History:
Go here for his history. (you might have to scroll down a bit) (http://coh.ogaming.com/forum/index.php?showtopic=8847&st=0)

The History does not go up to where he leaves the Government, but I will address that later since I will need to talk to you all about the idea Charon and I have for it.

[Yin]

Nice! Good seeing you all back in action. Will definitely be getting Alpha Sentry's stuff up soon. :)

[Charon]

Icelander and I will look over all the apps and get back to ya. :)

[Nemesis]

Ok, I didn't authorize any of this.

You must cease and disist all efforts to bring back the Bone Squad until you get the OFFICIAL ok from ME!

Failure to comply with this order will result in the total demolishment of one "Icelander".......on second thought, that might cause to you continue your unlawful acts.......

I'll get back to you.


:baseball:


hehe Love the sigs guys. FINALLY! Only took you 2 years to get them out, but hey, better late than never. w00t!!

[Impact]

Dude! It's the Bone Squad!! :cool:

I'm a huge fan....and I'd ask for an autograph but I get the feeling i'd just get a punch in the mouth. ;)

Anyway I'll be looking forward to seeing you guys around more. Welcome back!

[Charon]

hehe Love the sigs guys. FINALLY! Only took you 2 years to get them out, but hey, better late than never. w00t!!

Then use yours damn it!! ;)

[Nemesis]

Ummmmmm......looks down at Sig....

:crazy:

[Esbat]

As I've said before and I shall once again...

"Bone" squad... uh huh huh huh :chuckle:

[Charon]

.... Kill him.

[Blackbat]

Yes, me and Charon will get together (hopefully tonight or tomorrow) and go over all current apps.

Arc, good to see you are still alive. Get on here more often man. :)

And for god sakes, who is in charge of "Project Esbat"....huh? Will someone get on that already! :skull:

[Solario]

So Esbat can get it out of his system... and because it's kinda funny, we're a team with an affection for Batman.

Batman's Greatest Boners! (http://www.superdickery.com/seduction/3.html)

[Solario]

Copy and paste the links then! I demand it! :D

[Nemesis]

Hmmm....showing up just fine on my computer......dunno what the problem is then.


You don't need to see my sig......it's not the sig you're looking for. Move along.....


>:]

[Joe Schmoe]

Hero Name: Phobias
Real Name: Talia Black
Identity: Talia Black
Aliases/Nicknames: None
Occupation: Full hero
Legal Status: Known, legal
Age: 29
Place of Birth: Paragon
Marital Status: Dead fiance
Known Relatives: Her father the villain Evangelist ((Killed by Joe and Charon)), half brother Slaphappy ((Coming I5))
Base of Operations: Everywhere in Paragon

Origin: Mutant
Archetype: Defender
Primary Power: Storm
Secondary Power: Dark Blast
Power Pools: Presence, soon Flight and Fitness
RP Explanation of Powers: Her father Evangelist was a cult mad man bent on ruling the city, protecting it with his own men. He wanted all of children to be mad power houses. When No-Show was younger, powerless, poor and defenseless, he worked on his genetic make-up to assure this. But Phobias had a will of her own, and didn't follow in her father's foot steps. This angered Evangelist, who forced No-Show to remove her powers. He did, almost. No-Show, showing a little spine for the first time in his life, in lined her DNA with back up powers, which would come up if she trained. By the time she got some power back, No-Show was safe and protected with Bone Squad, while the team at the time took Evangelist out. Her specialty mutant power has always been fear, while the rest came with genetic coding.

Height: 6' 0
Weight: 142
Build: Thin
Eye Color: Purple
Hair Color: Black
Race/Ethnicity: White
Strength Level: Poor

Likes: Instilling fear into her enemies, violence, horror movies
Dislikes: Spandex, majority of people, villains, cowards
Personality: Dark humor, bullies enemies to make herself feel better, but highly respectful of her team mates
Quirks: Has no female friends, prefers the rough toughness of men. Hates sissies

History: Talia ran away from home at an early age, while her powers to invoke fear bloomed. Growing up she had minimum friends, a fiancé she was lucky to have was abducted by the Lost, and continued to have her father try to get her life steered to his direction. But things looked up when she joined Blood Atonement, who's only allies were Bone Squad. Phobias learned a whole new level of Paragon and her powers. Yet soon, she was abducted by her dad once again. Coming back, relearning new powers, she finds her team gone, so she herself hid as well. With the help of Joe, Charon finds her once again, and extends an invitation to uphold an once strong bonded alliance.

Old outdated pics ;)

http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y143/JoeSchmoe4ever/CoH%20stuff/Phobias3.jpg

http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y143/JoeSchmoe4ever/CoH%20stuff/phobiaspic1.jpg

[Yin]

Hero Name: Alpha Sentry
Real Name: Randall Harness Cadmus
Identity: Randall Harness Cadmus
Aliases/Nicknames: (None)
Occupation: Spectral Vigilante
Legal Status: Citizen of the United States of America; documented to be deceased
Age: 106
Place of Birth: Harlem, New York City - June 3rd, 1899
Marital Status: Single
Known Relatives: Thomas Cadmus (father; deceased),Georgia Cadmus (mother; deceased)
Base of Operations: Paragon City, Rhode Island

Origin: Natural
Archetype: Defender
Primary Power: Trick Archery
Secondary Power: Archery
Power Pools: Concealment, Teleportation, Fitness
RP Explanation of Powers: Trick Archery and Archery: Randall was known for his mastery of the bow and arrow. Accuracy and precision were at its acme in the blood stream of the skilled practitioner, as well as being able to perform various melees with the weapons he considered closer to him more than the friends and family he had. // Concealment: Randall has the ability to return back to his spectral form and become completely intangible to the human eye. // Teleportation: His means of travel. When deceased, Randall’s spirit remained in the realms of Purgatory, but was able of returning to earth to roam. His means of doing so were the ability to open gateways through ethereal plane of existence. This can only be done when he is in his spectral form. // Fitness: OOC: For Stamina.

Height: 6’4
Weight: 145 lbs.
Build: Alpha Sentry has reached the pinnacle of the human body. Through intense training, and regular hours in the gym, most attributes have been enhanced such as physical health and endurance.
Eye Color: Hazel
Hair Color: Black
Race/Ethnicity: African-American
Strength Level: Alpha Sentry has the strength of most men who have reached their body’s pinnacle.

Likes: There is little to like when deceased for so many years.
Dislikes: There is much to dislike when deceased for so many years.
Personality: Can come across very austere through personality and words. Alpha Sentry is not a man of words, but a man of actions. When he needs to get a point across it will be stated within a couple of sentences, and then it is silence. He is an observer, and since he has been deceased for so long he has taken a liking to learning about the current century. He can become aggressive at times, as well as stubborn and self-centered.
Quirks: Irritating people, and those who ask questions in which they already know the answers too.

History: Randall was a child born into a life of depression, racism, and being labeled as a second-class citizen. Ever since he could remember, he found himself running. The white man had always kept him and his parents running from street to street, avenue to avenue, and from state to state. Lynching. Hostile mobs. Pitchforks. Nooses. All of them were symbolisms of hate and evil. He grew to learn and understand this at the age of eight when his father had been heard to be dragged off the sidewalk, into a street, beaten, and then hung just to satisfy the prejudice man’s hunger for a revenge he could not understand.

Randall never did find the true meaning behind his father’s murder. No one seemed to care besides him and his mother. The other people of his “kind” didn’t bother to get involved just to spare their own lives. An uprising against the acclaimed first class would result in yet another mass murdering of what the prejudice called “the negros.” This frustrated him to a point in which he developed an uncontrollable rage. Fortunately for him, his mother had caught onto such a temper. She had taken Randall into a room in their some-what flat apartment where she kept his father’s belongings for memories sake. It wasn’t much, but what she revealed to him would change him for the rest of his life. She unraveled something long and sturdy that was wooden, and had roughly around ten skinny sticks and jagged points on the tip of each.

“These were your fathers’. These were handed down to him by his father for protection. Back then, our people had never even heard of guns let alone be able to afford one. So we needed some kind of protection. I know he wanted you to wait until you were thirteen, the same age he was, but I think you can start learning now. I can teach you first thing in the morning right before I go to work. One of these days you’ll need it to protect yourself,” she had said before returning to her knitting handing him over the bow and arrows, “The long one is called a bow. The little ones are arrows. Whatever you do, do not play with it in the house. The last thing I need is for more damages to happen. We hardly have a roof. A broken window will make matters worse,” she had said before walking out of the room and back down the hallway. That entire night Randall, at the age of eleven, sat up and marveled at the bow and arrows anticipating the lesson.

The next morning it had begun, and by the time Randall’s mother had to leave for work, Randall had learned how to shoot an arrow properly. “Here. Take these blackberries and squash them well. Then I want you to take one of my blush brushes off my whicker dresser and paint a target. Alternate between black and white circles starting with black. Make the first one big, and the last one should end with a black dot. When you finish let it sit for awhile, and I want you to go back into the house and continue with the book Mr. Harper gave you. It is important you learn how to read. When I come back we will continue. Take care, and I love,” and she had went on her way several blocks down to clean a majestic house owned by rich white folk.

After doing what he was instructed to do, and indulging himself into the book Mr. Harper gave him, a couple hours later his mother came back with a container in hand, “Mr. and Mrs. Kingston were kind enough to give us food this evening. They had quite a bit left over, and refused to let me leave without some, “she had smiled as she took off her cleaning apron to prepare dinner, “And how’d your studies go? And did you remember to paint what I asked on the wall?” Randall nodded to both questions while his mother continued to prepare the food. After eating well for the first time in a couple of months he and his mother went out back while it was still daylight. “Alright, Randy. This is called a bullseye. Your father use to practice on one in our old apartment a long time ago,” she had taken the bow into her arms, and tucked the end of the arrow wedge between the string pulling back slightly. With the slip of her fingers, the arrow was released and struck deep within the center of the black dot. “Your father refused to let me not learn a thing or two about this thing. So now it’s my turn to teach you,” she had said after handing him the bow and an arrow. The lesson had lasted until dawn, and then it retired until the next morning.

His lessons were non-stop. He would even wake extra early to practice, and would even set up different obstacles. One set up had make-shift hurdles stationed around what little property they owned. Randall would start from the top of his hill and work his way down to the bottom tumbling, flipping, and jumping while firing arrows left and right with all landing dead center in the bullseye. One morning all his mother did was watch. Proud of not only her son, but herself. That rage he had developed would have turned into something she wouldn’t have been able to control if it wasn’t for his liking of the bow and arrow – something for him to focus his rage on.

Years had passed since then, and Randall was now nineteen years old with a job working on the same property his mother did, but worked in labor and landscaping. Practicing at the bow and arrow for this many years had given him the will to enhance his other attributes other then accuracy. On the field, Randall performed extra hard. On his breaks, he would not rest. Instead, he would find something else to do. He loved having his accuracy at its pinnacle, and wanted the rest of his attributes to be the same. His work hadn’t gone unnoticed however. Mr. and Mrs. Kingston had invited Randall and his mother to an evening of dinner and festivities out of appreciation of them both. The evening lasted until a little past dawn, a very unsafe time for their kind. Even though their apartment was just several blocks away, in just those several blocks they could murdered which was the reason Randall opted to strap himself with his bow that evening.

Two blocks away from their apartment they stumbled across an ugly scene. There had been rumors of a drunken bar fight happening at least eighteen blocks away, but the unfortunate truth was that it did happen, and it managed to work its way down all eighteen blocks. There were eight men altogether stumbling over each other in their drunkenness and stupidity. Randall and his mother had definitely been the wrong color to walk in on such a thing.

“Well looky here. We got ourselves two negros,” the one scruffed up man said while wiping his mouth with his hand and spitting on the side of the road, “What you two doin’ out so late a’night?! Thought you could sneak up on’us, eh?” Randall had saw the terror and fear in his mother’s eyes. He knew what was going through her head. What if the same thing that happened to his father happened to them? Or worse? And it could have gotten that way considering three out of the eight had guns and were totting them like circus clowns. “Momma, run,” Randall had said after unstrapping the bow from around his upper torso, “Randall no! You ain’t gotta do this. We both gotta run!” She had screamed, panicked, and cried through a shower of tears while tugging on her son’s arm.

“Negro you gone lost yer mind! I’ll fix you real good!,” said the man that had a gun as he pointed it towards Randall. Time had seemed to slow down for a moment as Randall’s eyes located and locked onto all seeable bullseyes on the man. *Twhap* The gun had dropped to the ground. *Twhap* The first man hit the ground. *Thwhap* *Thwap* Numbers two and three fell almost on cue. *Twhap* Blood stained the asphalt below the fourth. *Twhap* The fifth joined. Randall had then taken his bow by the end and boomeranged it towards the remaining two. *Thwack-Thwack* It didn’t return in his hand, but had remained stationary behind two bodies. Randall walked overtop the eight men, pissed off and releaved at the same time as he went for his bow. After picking it up he had looked at his mother, “If dad had his the night he died, I bet he would have done the same thing, momma. The same thing.”

Because of his actions, Randall and his mother had to be on the move once more. They had packed little due to the rumors of a lynch mob being formed for revenge. A day after this had all occurred, Randall and his mother made the journey on foot to Rhode Island to a place called Paragon City. It had rumors of it being a place where people of all races could get along, but trusting wasn’t a strong point for Randall or his mother. Two weeks later, Randall and his mother had finally completed their journey, and had entered what was known as Paragon City. With what little money they had, they bought an apartment that could have been considered an extra large dog house, but it was all they could afford. After settling in, Randall’s mother had decided for the both of them to lay low. She expected the mob to track them as best they could even though the event took place two weeks ago.

Randall was twenty three when he was able to get a decent job working on the docks from sunrise to sunset, and his mother getting another cleaning job. Times had gotten rough since they had moved to Paragon. Organized crime mobs had seemed to blossom over night. Crime lords. Mafias. Gangsters. All of them had formed to sweep the streets for one thing: power. Not only was it not safe for the acclaimed first class citizens, but even more unsafe for the Negro race, and Randall couldn’t stand it. He knew he and his mother were in a danger zone. Where they lived it was considered a ghetto, and these organized villain groups had a thing for liquidating such areas to spread their ownership over various parts of the city.

“Momma, we have to leave tonight. I heard something rumored across the docks today about one of them gangster mobs comin’ this way around Midnight.” He said as he began to pack some things. His mother shook her head, “Randall, I can’t. I am tired of running. Tired of running in fear. If they do come tonight, and if I am a victim of their hatred, then me and your father will be reunited. Lord knows I’ve seen too much of this to play hide-and-seek any longer.” She had shook her head, “You go on if you want to. You know the Lord is always on your side. You just be sure to take that bow and arrow with you for protection.” She had said, and as soon as she finished her sentence Randall heard a door slam and a round of empty shells hit the ground.

Randall had bolted for the lamp and turned it off. Five minutes had gone past before anything happened, and then the sidewalks lit up with pelting shells and rapidly flickering light. It was a drive by. He could hear doors being kicked in across the street. Women and children scream in terror and in fear as their houses were raided for any loot that could be found. Anyone who put up a resistance was shot on the spot. Ten minutes went by before it had all ceased. Randall and his mother remained hidden behind the love seat for protection, and after not hearing anything for fifteen minutes Randall got up from behind. Two seconds later a body flew through their south end wall and crashed into the kitchen area. The man had been knocked unconscious. “Momma stay here!” Randall ran towards the man with his bow and arrow and placed his hand against his neck to check his pulse. “He’s out cold, but still breathing. I wonder what—“ another man came through their south end wall and landed in almost the exact same place the other had. Randall’s mother clawed at the love seat, gripping it in hopes that this all would stop as neither one could tell what was going on. As Randall readied himself for another mafia-man body to come through their apartment, a man casually walked through the wall with a metal glint gleaming from the top of his head. The shadows had masked his facial features, but the moonlight gave away red-and-blue spandex. Randall took nothing lightly, and fired off an arrow towards the star on the man’s chest. *Zwhip* Right as the arrow neared his chest it was snapped like a twig between the man’s fingers and tossed to the side. “Do not be afraid, citizens. You are now in safe from harm and danger,” said the man as he pulled his head up, “I am the Statesman.” As he introduced himself, a man had crept up Statesman and positioned the hilt of his gun above his head. Randall caught onto it before Statesman, and fired off an arrow that had hit the man’s armpit dead on. The shrill of his pain shot through Statesman’s ear causing him to backhand him in the face laying him out cold.

“Good work,” the Statesman had said as he flicked on the lamp, “Someone put out the distress call and I came as soon as possible. Only five people were injured, but they were minor.” He looked around the so-called “apartment” and sighed as he turned around and noticed the damage he had caused. “Mr. Statesman,” Randall’s mother came up from behind the love seat in tears, “, we appreciate all that you have done, but…what about our house?! We can’t afford to repair it let alone afford another. All of the apartments in this ghetto are owned.” She had cupped her mouth and began to weep as Randall dropped his bow and arrow to comfort her. “What she said. We appreciate it, but…we can’t live here anymore. It was dangerous enough with the wall there, and now that it’s gone I don’t think we’ll make it through the night.”

The Statesman laughed, “You really believe I would let you remain here after I put these two through your wall? Nonsense. I can put you up in a nicer apartment. All expenses paid until we can get this one refurnished. Pack up whatever you have, and we’ll be on our way. Quickly, though. Crime doesn’t stop for anyone.” Randall quirked a brow as he looked at Statesman, quite curious as to who and what he was doing. “Who are you? And what are you talking about? Why are you in those clothes? And that…helmet plate?” As Statesman made his way out of the hole in the wall, he had looked back, “A hero, citizen. A superhero. This. This is my costume. They’re great for keeping your secret identity…well, a secret.” Randall had quirked another brow wanting to know more. “Superhero? What do you mean superhero? We’ve never heard of such a thing.” Statesman had chortled as he came back through the hole, “A superhero is someone who protects the lives, rights, and freedoms of the American people. We are either born with superpowers or they are given to us by some mystical artifact, or through an act of science, or even perhaps a skill that sets us apart for the status quo of society. We fight for the equality of all. No matter the color of your skin, you will forever be protected by me, or any other hero who is in this city. You are insured that.” And with that, Statesman had walked completely out of the hole through the wall leaving Randall and his mother in awe. As Randall had taken all of what Statesman said in while his mother began to pack, Randall turned around and picked up his bow and arrow, and then turned to his mother, “You can sew, right?”

http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y210/BiggShuggs/alphasentry.jpg

((Not the end. Going to be putting more up.))

[Poison]

OMG, does that mean the BS is getting active again? Not that I missed you. Not at all.
:cry: So nice if you were back...

Good to see you, Arc. Missed you, bro.

[Esbat]

Hero Name: Esbat
Real Name: Seraphine Thule
Identity: Cheryl Dominic
Aliases/Nicknames: none
Occupation: Inventor
Legal Status: American Citizen, no criminal record
Age: 31
Place of Birth: Eastern Europe
Marital Status: Single
Known Relatives: Dr. Eugene Dominic, Adoptive Father - deceased; Richmond Thule, Sister - deceased; Lucinda Carraway, Sister - deceased; Unknown, Sister - deceased; Det. Daniel Montez, Brother - deceased; Gabriel Marcos Asher, Brother.
Base of Operations: Mobile

Origin: Science
Archetype: Defender
Primary Power: Force Fields
Secondary Power: Dark Blast
Power Pools: Leaping, Fitness, Concealment
RP Explanation of Powers: Lunar Based Physiology allows emotions to be physically harnessed to manipulate photons into Force Fields and psychologically taxing bursts.

Height: 5' 7"
Weight: 122 lbs.
Build: Thin-Average
Eye Color: Blue
Hair Color: Brunette / greying
Race/Ethnicity: Possibly Aryian
Strength Level: Below Olympic level

Likes: Women, Logic, Building
Dislikes: Men, Magic, Repairing
Personality: Angry, Distant, Solemn, yet Inquistive.
Quirks: Bicurious, not much of a fighter but still seeks to challenge the biggest dog in the pound anyway.

History:
Cheryl Dominic was once the loving daughter of former world renowned biochemist Dr. Eugene Dominic. Cheryl's father was intent on discovering the link between the moon and the effects on humans. During his research he created a formula for an experimental compound capable of mimicking the physiological changes on a person's metabolism and chemical balance during the full moon.

In the past various chemical manufacturers had sent hired goons and saboteurs to his laboratory to try and steal or foul up his research, but one fateful night, while helping her father clean out the lab, another set of thugs broke in intent on stealing this newly developed compound.

One of the thugs found Cheryl and Dr. Dominic hiding in a broom closet and dragged them both out. After a brief discussion the thugs decided to wreck the lab and set it ablaze while leaving Cheryl and her dad bound and gagged in the midst of the inferno.

The intense heat made several beakers shatter spilling chemicals all over the two. By sheer chance a spare beaker of the experimental compound was left behind and soaked Cheryl allowing her to subconsciously channel a protective field around her. She survived the blaze but her father died of severe burns and smoke inhilation.

Vowing revenge Cheryl travelled the country in search of the person who sent the thugs only to arrive in Paragon City to find the chemical manufacturer's home office and main labs destroyed during the Rikti Invasion.

She now uses her powers to wreak terrible havoc on the remnants of the Rikti invaders that stole her chance for revenge.

[Stan Walker]

OOC i had come across a thread that was a bone squad RP from what i gathered that was mainly for the original members..i was wondering if it might be possible to get a thread for a new Bone Squad RP that we can post in?))

thanks and sh1t))

-stan

[Xanatos]

Looks like "Older" got a hell of allot more complicated :)

Glad to see you guys are flourishing again.

[MikeKAY]

Looks like "Older" got a hell of allot more complicated :)

Glad to see you guys are flourishing again.

Ohh ya, Older is going need some serious sorting out. :chuckle:

[Stan Walker]

also...does the Bone Squad need a website? if so i can whip something up on guild portal if ya like

[Yin]

Alpha Sentry's Origin, Part 2 (cont.)

It took two weeks for Randall’s mother to come up with something, but what she did come up with was perfect. In those two weeks, Randall had did some tweaking to his father’s bow, and added a crossbow attachment to it. What he also had done was tweak and make more arrows. Instead of having all the arrows with sharp points he replaced some with items he found around the house – he filled some with bags of pepper and paprika, some with his mother’s powder, and others with pebbles from their sidewalk. He had called these trick arrows due to the fact that they would throw the person off track completely due to them making the person sneeze, make their eyes burn, or cause them to fall or slip.

“Randall, here you go,” she had handed him what she could come up with, along with a leather jacket she found on her way home from work and a pair of old work gloves with the finger-tips cut off, “, you sure you want to do this? You could get killed out there! They’re only arrows, Randall!” As Randall threw on his jacket, and slipped on his gloves he had shaken his head at his mother, “Momma because of you I am able to do this. To make a difference for us, for our community, and for our people. I’m tired of the prejudice man’s hatred always comin’ at us. I’m tired of seeing our people die left and right-innocent people momma. People who haven’t done a damn thing wrong. It needs to stop, and it ain’t gonna get done by me sitting here.” He had picked up his bow and strapped it around his upper torso while loading his arrows into a make-shift quiver. Before he had left the apartment through the fire escape he had given his mother a kiss on the forehead, “I promise I’ll be back. You just get some rest. You got an early day tomorrow.” And with that he had gone out the window.

With his body at its pinnacle he was able to scale fire escapes, hop from roof-to-roof, and perform a number of tumbles and twists through alleyways looking for anyone in danger. As it had neared the hour of 2 o’ clock in the morning, Randall had made his way towards his place of employment at the docks. He wasn’t expecting to find anything there until his ears came across an interesting conversation, “’ey Marco. You tells Vinny we’s gots his…goods. Th’shipment came in ‘round an hour ago. Boss man s’gonna be pleased ‘bout this one, eh?” The mafia man chuckled as he got off of the pay phone to rejoin the pack of gangsters in white coats and fedoras on the docks by a couple of crates. Randall knew they were up to no good, and no good would become of this. He decided to dismantle them, then call the authorities and evacuate the scene. Even some of the law enforcement weren’t too keen about Negro heroes running about. As he had his back against the building, he lifted his bow from around his torso and grabbed two of his powder arrows and one of the paprika-pepper mixes readying them into sinew-laced string. As he had readied the arrows his eyes pinpointed the locations he wanted to target in order for this to go over well, and with the release of his fingers the arrows wisped through the air and had exploded on impact into the mob. The men had stumbled and fallen over due to the powder making contact with their eyes, and yelled various things due to the paprika applying a burn to their eyes and the pepper irritating their nostrils. Seeing as how his arrows had done the trick, Randall sprinted towards the group and had leapt up into the air with his bow out in front tackling the entire mob all at once. Each man fell, and as Randall had pulled himself up from a dive roll he dished out a series of kicks and punches to lay them out cold. Walking over the heap of men he had made his way to the pay phone and dialed to the authorities. After explaining the situation and getting them to come to arrest the mob, he surveyed the scene one last time and started for home. Underneath the mask a smile had came. Little did he know that his bust tonight was the beginning of his last days.

((More to come.))

[Nemesis]

Just so everyone is aware, they finally intergrated all the "erased" posts over on the old PCity boards. So anything that was lost when they switched can now be found again including the original "Older" RP.

Personally, I'd like my posts moved from there to the new one since I had tweaked them a bit more after Charon made his copy....but either way is fine if it's a lot of trouble. :)

I'm really, REALLY happy to see that the team is being re-formed. Looks like you guys have some good apps to go over. Depending on how my time looks over then next few months, I might be able to pop back in and see what's what.

Regardless, it's good to see all of you that are still around and posting/playing. Would be happy to get into a new RP if one ever happens and if I'd be invited.

Take care guys.

[Charon]

Once we get Older finished I'd love to start another RP. :)

As for the apps, me and Icelander will likely go over them all tonight.

[Charon]

*cough*

www.bonesquad.com

*cough*

[Noble]

I was wondering when it would be announced that the applicants are officially in the Bone Squad. AND, once we are on the team could we please be given the password to access the Tower thread? *hint hint*

[Bolero]

Well Im glad Im not the only one biting at the chomp :p

[Blackbat]

I was wondering when it would be announced that the applicants are officially in the Bone Squad. AND, once we are on the team could we please be given the password to access the Tower thread? *hint hint*

Check the "Walkway" section in our forums Noble, and I'll PM you about the access codes. :)

Bolero, sorry I wasn't around more this weekend. I put your app up to be voted on, I'll make sure it doesn't drag on. ;)

[Bolero]

Thanks Blackbat :)

[Akamaz]

Question, do ya have a level limit in place? or is there room for the "New Guy"?

[Charon]

We're about to introduce one because we don't want to become never-played-alt infested.

[Akamaz]

aah, good call. I was just curious, as i have an alt (that i play quite a bit) that may fit in, not sure yet so i thought i'd ask.

[Yin]

Yeah. My butt is inactive as hell until I5 comes out.

[Blackbat]

It's a good thing then, that none of us here are interested in your butt. Well, everyone except Charon maybe. :chuckle:

[Bolero]

:p

And yeah...what Thresh said.

[AfterglowNoMore]

Hit level 6 tonight with Glow, well levels 1-6.

[Noble]

Pfft. Redgate is lvl 10! In your face Nyah Nyah Nyah :p hehe j/k.

On another note, I've been hearing that Charon and company have been working on a new RP to include the new Bone Squad members. ;)

[Impact]

Yeah...now if only I could get my sig so I feel all Bone Squad-y and stuffs....

[Blackbat]

Grats to both AG and Noble, you'll catch up to Ice soon. I've been lacking with leveling him back up.

[Blackbat]

Yeah...now if only I could get my sig so I feel all Bone Squad-y and stuffs....

If you haven't already, post a pic in the 'Sigs' thread that's stickied up top and Charon will make you one.

[MaligneFamily]

Heh I think I hit 19 with Lost... sooo woot as well

[Impact]

I sent them to him over AIM....but I can post them there too.

[Charon]

post those screenies somewhere where I can always get to them... 'cause I'm lazy in and ****.


And, I did not have sexual relations with Threshold's butt.

[Bolero]

Ahhh, spoken in the words of Bill Clinton.

Wasn't he lying though? :p

[MaligneFamily]

*Examines Charon's blue dress...*