phoenix240

RDU Neil saying that everything that drive humans is economic is cynical. And as a former volunteer firefighter, I can tell you, not everything comes down to money. There are other desires which cause men to do the things they do.

My overall opinion: the results you would get depend on the assumptions you make.
 
There's no objective "this would happen".
 
Decide on the results you want, and set your assumptions accordingly.
 
Lex Luthor is US President, and Tony Stark is funding the Democrats...

How about wearing a mask?

It is an interesting creative exercise, but I struggle with it because trying to rationalize some very illogical things just points out MORE why they are illogical. Ultimately, EVERYTHING that motivates people who are "human" (meaning, human drives, hierarchy of needs, etc.) is economics. Even irrational decisions (from an objective POV) are driven by a sense of "Is it worth it to me or not" evaluation, just often a flawed evaluation.
 
Unless you change this baseline human drive, then none of these things make sense. Why would Daredevil continue to keep rescuing people that continue to put themselves in harms way because they are "super dependent?" Why is it worth it to him to do so? Also, while no one dies, you ignore the costs of damage to the surrounding areas, environmental damages, replacement costs, rehousing and relocation costs, mental stress from everyone living in the precarious position of "will the super save me next time?" etc.

The fact that superhero comics almost NEVER address the real economic effects of metahuman existence is one of those things it is just hard to overlook. If you remove the economic driver concept, suddenly you are in a realm that is less and less "relatable" to the audience, because they don't accept the motivations and repercussions (or lack thereof) of the characters.
 
I'd say you are better off just finding the right play group who is willing to suspend disbelief to the extent you want, and don't worry about explaining it. That only ruins the moment. I myself can enjoy the occasional silver/bronze agey game at a Con, a one shot, a post-modern deconstructionist adventure, whatever. Long term campaign... no way, as logical world building and character growth are important to me and they both quickly collapse in the face of too much nonsense.

White Racer
An enigmatic villain that wears a sleek, light but surprisingly durable body suit the provides a number of powers including not only impressive physical protection but the ability to create and shape localized endothermic (cold) fields. Basically creating super cold, super hard ice around the skates that he uses for rapid movement, barriers and blockades ('skidding' to create walls of ice in his wake, create slick ice fields and other stunts). He is very creative  in the use of his abilities and hard to catch being bent more on theft and escape than mayhem.
 
But its where he gets his unsual gear that is the more interesting part of the story. Its sport equipment, specifically a Exo Speed skiing suit from the 3018 Solar Olympics. Meant for racing events on icy outer moons and even across the frozen surface of comets which explains its heavy duty life support and protective systems, strength boost and computerized systems. 
 
As for how a two bit teen hood and former professional snowboarder got his hands on technology from 1000 years in the  future that answer is surprisingly simple: Jumper.
 

 
A young woman that uses her unusual psychic powers and her own stolen technology to make a tidy profit by providing incredibly high tech gear to criminals will to pay her fee and split some of their profits with her. Jumper is a mutant, gifted with the power of psychometry. She can read the psychic impressions of on objects, learning not just events tied to them but their connection to individual. Oddly enough her power allows to teleport herself to the general location of an object that's connected to person she's read, a genetic relative or sensed from another object connected to them. She can with effort determine the web of ownership around an object or a person's possessions. Both currently in the AND in the future. 
 
Experimentally using her power of herself lead her to the isolated laboratory of a cousin, an eccentric scientist working temporal theory. That would be built several years from now. Jumper waited, watching her descendant from afar then at the right moment, sneaked into her facility and used her device to send a copy of her plans back to the moment she's discovered their connection. So from Jumper's perspective, they appeared the moment the idea struck her. 
 
Time Travel is odd. 
 
Even better, a successive line of more refined devices appeared almost immediately after the first culminating in her current glove. She's not sure why they stopped, nor does she really care. Jumper is bright but intellectually lazy and surprisingly short sighted for someone that view the future.. Jumper uses her power and temporal glove to steal items that resonate with her clients, usually from their future descendants, that provide them with power; power that they almost inevitably use for criminal ventures. She either charges a large lump sum payment or a split of their take from a set amount of time (usually depending on clues she's garnered from their future). Its been very profitable so far. She bills herself as a genius inventor which apparently her decedents will be so and they must have inherited it from her. After all, she got good grades when she bothered to show up, so fair enough.
 
Truthfully sometimes the sudden cessation of "gifts" from her future self does bother Jumper but that's borrowing tomorrow's problems for today, isn't it? 

White Racer
An enigmatic villain that wears a sleek, light but surprisingly durable body suit the provides a number of powers including not only impressive physical protection but the ability to create and shape localized endothermic (cold) fields. Basically creating super cold, super hard ice around the skates that he uses for rapid movement, barriers and blockades ('skidding' to create walls of ice in his wake, create slick ice fields and other stunts). He is very creative  in the use of his abilities and hard to catch being bent more on theft and escape than mayhem.
 
But its where he gets his unsual gear that is the more interesting part of the story. Its sport equipment, specifically a Exo Speed skiing suit from the 3018 Solar Olympics. Meant for racing events on icy outer moons and even across the frozen surface of comets which explains its heavy duty life support and protective systems, strength boost and computerized systems. 
 
As for how a two bit teen hood and former professional snowboarder got his hands on technology from 1000 years in the  future that answer is surprisingly simple: Jumper.
 

 
A young woman that uses her unusual psychic powers and her own stolen technology to make a tidy profit by providing incredibly high tech gear to criminals will to pay her fee and split some of their profits with her. Jumper is a mutant, gifted with the power of psychometry. She can read the psychic impressions of on objects, learning not just events tied to them but their connection to individual. Oddly enough her power allows to teleport herself to the general location of an object that's connected to person she's read, a genetic relative or sensed from another object connected to them. She can with effort determine the web of ownership around an object or a person's possessions. Both currently in the AND in the future. 
 
Experimentally using her power of herself lead her to the isolated laboratory of a cousin, an eccentric scientist working temporal theory. That would be built several years from now. Jumper waited, watching her descendant from afar then at the right moment, sneaked into her facility and used her device to send a copy of her plans back to the moment she's discovered their connection. So from Jumper's perspective, they appeared the moment the idea struck her. 
 
Time Travel is odd. 
 
Even better, a successive line of more refined devices appeared almost immediately after the first culminating in her current glove. She's not sure why they stopped, nor does she really care. Jumper is bright but intellectually lazy and surprisingly short sighted for someone that view the future.. Jumper uses her power and temporal glove to steal items that resonate with her clients, usually from their future descendants, that provide them with power; power that they almost inevitably use for criminal ventures. She either charges a large lump sum payment or a split of their take from a set amount of time (usually depending on clues she's garnered from their future). Its been very profitable so far. She bills herself as a genius inventor which apparently her decedents will be so and they must have inherited it from her. After all, she got good grades when she bothered to show up, so fair enough.
 
Truthfully sometimes the sudden cessation of "gifts" from her future self does bother Jumper but that's borrowing tomorrow's problems for today, isn't it? 

Do not shave. Because it is already on teh very stubby side
So, does that count as 3 for you, Death Tribble?

The Ice Queen
 
In a past age, Elves were a very common sight on earth. They had numerous tribes or subspecies. One of them were teh "Frostheart Clan". They had adapted their magic and body entirely to thriving at the poles. So complete was their transformation, that really strong feelings of love can literally thaw their heart - wich can be deadly over long time. As such they tended towards being emotionally stunted. Eventually they just turned their back on the world quite literally - they shifted their entire Kingdom/City out of normal spacetime.
 
A year ago they reappeared, much to the worlds and their own dislike. Apparently they needed the "present and future cold" of the north to maintain their shifting spell. And as can be expected, humans accelerating Climate Change disrupted their ability to just "stay outside". While the presence of the City in normal space has a cooling effect, at present rate it oculd take centuries to resore enough cold and ice to the north. It would go a lot faster if humanity just stopped poluting.
Only few have thus far left the Frostheart Clan encalve, and most of them have been villians trying to end humanity - without official sanction by the King and Queen. The Ice Queen is a exception to that in more then one way:
 
Back when the shifting spell began weakening, the then Queen made a few "excursions" onto earth, fell in love and got pregnant. Unforunately the love for the childs father and the child melted her heart, killing her shortly after she had given birth.
While that gave her de-jure the strongest claim to the throne, a lot of people did not like the prospect of being ruled by a "halfblood". So her halfbrother - sired by the previous king - tried to kill her. She escaped into the world.
 
Powers and Personality:
While she does not have the weakness of Forstheart elves regarding strong emotions, she is not exactly the most outgoing personality. This is not a unexpected result from being raised among the Frostheart elves.
One of the few emotions she is clear on is her hatred for her father: In her mind it was him that killed her mother, both directly and indirectly through her.
While she could be the ideal "bridge between the worlds" Arthur Curry style, she is currently more intersted in getting back on her throne.
 
She inehrited her mothers strong ice magic skills. While she lacks the full resistance to cold of a trueblood - forcing her to wear full body thermal clothing - she is none the less a powerfull user of the frozen way. Aside from the usual Elemental Blaster abilities, she has some odder ability: The abiltiy to put people into a perfect statis,s similar to freezing time.
Her skin emits a level of cold that is painfull for all normal humans. While she claims she can not control it, some theories are that it is her way of keeping "distance" between herself and the humans. As truebloods are nearly immune to cold, it is unclear if she always had this ability. Or it is only a psychological defense to keep humans away.
She never has to use blunt force agaisnt barriers, as she has a reare skill - true negation. This ability can negate all forms of energy. And once it ran out of energy to be negated, it will convert mater into energy to convert it as well. It is a cold that can eat any energy and even mater.

Flurry, a being with the elemental ability to control snow in all of its forms, from gentle snowfalls to raging blizzards.
 
 
Major Tom 2009

(I can not tell if that Symbol is a B or a R. I will go with B).
 
It was the 1980's and two large Empires were at war. Both professionals and normal citizens were taking a side. It was the Videotape format war!
 
Betram Muscul was a ardent supporter of the Betamax side. And then he found a magical bottle. Unfortunately his knowledge of Genies was from the show "I Dream of Jeanie" and he had missed the Episode where she was asked to act "exactly like the Genies in the stories 1001 Nights" due to the short recording time of the Betamax tapes. Otherwise he might have known better then to utter a wish.
When he asked jokingly to become "the Hero of Betamax", he was not speaking clearly to the genie. Wich gave the genie more then enough room for a ... creative interpretation.
 
And thus Beta Mouse was born. His powers include:
The size of a Betamax Videocasette. Wich is pretty small.
Photographic recall of events, but only as far back as a Betamax Recoring can go. As different tapes with different Speeds and lenghts could last different times, he can memorize things father back with with decreasingly poor image/memory quality.
The ability to stretch as far as a Betamax tape could (half of 254 meters or 127 meters)
Immuntiy to damage from being streched forcefully or being teared in any way.
 
His greatest weakness are of course the dread of every magnetic tape owner:
Strong Magnetic fields.
And being pulled to a long and knotted into a tangle.
 
Despite this less then stellar Origin, he was still a decent hero of his time. And of our time. Because in a element of cruelty, Beta Mouse was given immuntiy to the ravages of time and most forms of death. So he is sitll active, 40 years after the Videotape Format War was a thing. And most people do not even know what a Betamax or VHS Videotape is.

Thank You.  And here is the next image--
 

The Battlemaster
 
David Yeung stumbled through the door of his apartment and  made his way to the kitchen.  He pulled a bottle of water from the refrigerator and drank it down almost all at once--he would have preferred beer, but he had to be up in the morning to work at his father's plumbing supplies shop, then work tomorrow night at his pizza delivery job.  It was long and tiring and never seemed to end, but soon he would have enough money for a better place, and maybe even a decent car.  Things were going his way--but for now, he needed to get some sleep--
 
-I AM HERE.-
 
David looked around in wide-eyed surprise.  Someone had spoken to him.  He tried to see where the voice had come from--and then he realized he hadn't actually heard a voice, even though the words were quite clear.  They seemed to come from inside and outside of him simultaneously.  How was that even possible?
 
-I AM HERE, DAVID YEUNG.-
 
"Where?  Where are you?"
 
-I AM HERE.-
 
"Why can't I see you?"
 
-BECAUSE I CHOOSE NOT TO BE SEEN.-
 
"You choose.  .  .not.  .  .to be seen.  What does that even mean?"
 
-IT MEANS I CANNOT BE SEEN UNLESS I WILL IT!  IS THAT SO DIFFICULT A CONCEPT TO GRASP!-
 
"Well--can you let me see you?"
 
-YOU HAVE ALREADY SEEN ME.  REMEMBER THE NIGHT BEFORE?-
 
The night before.  The night before, David had finished a delivery and happened to look down an alley, where he saw a couple of street thugs kicking an old man lying on the ground.  David grabbed a metal pipe he kept in his delivery car for just such a purpose, then raced down the alley and attacked the thugs, who fled the scene after a few well-placed blows.  David checked to make sure the old man was all right.  He seemed to be unconscious, but when he went to pick up his phone from where he'd dropped it, he took his eyes off the man for the briefest of moments--and when he turned back, he was gone.
 
"So.  .  .that was you?"
 
-INDEED.-
 
"Well--who are you?  How did you disappear like that?"
 
-IT IS WHAT I HAVE TRAINED MYSELF TO DO FROM MY EARLIEST DAYS.  THE MASTERY OF NINJITSU THAT I HAVE ATTAINED ALLOWS ME TO PASS COMPLETELY UNNOTICED WHEREVER I CHOOSE TO GO.-
 
"Wait--you're a ninja?  No way!"
 
-NOT JUST ANY NINJA.  I AM NINJITSU-SAI--SAINT OF INVISIBILITY.  MANY YEARS AGO I RESOLVED TO BECOME A TRUE MASTER OF NINJITSU, AND PUT ASIDE ALL OTHER PURSUITS TO STUDY MY ART FULLY.  AFTER YEARS OF PERFECT PRACTICE I BECAME SO THOROUGHLY PROFICIENT THAT I COULD DEFEAT ANY ATTEMPT TO PERCEIVE ME.  SO GREAT WAS MY SKILL IN THE ART THAT NOT EVEN DEATH COULD FIND ME--AND THUS DID I PASS THE CENTURIES.-
 
"Until the night before."
 
-YES.  FOR A BRIEF, CARELESS MOMENT I ALLOWED MY CONCENTRATION TO FAIL, AND THUS DID I BECOME VULNERABLE.  WERE IT NOT FOR YOUR AID, DEATH WOULD HAVE SURELY CLAIMED ME AFTER ALL THIS TIME.  THUS, I AM IN YOUR DEBT.-
 
"Well, I'm glad I could help, but you don't really owe me.  .  ."
 
-YES, I DO!  YOU SAVED MY LIFE, AND YOU SHALL BE REWARDED FOR YOUR BRAVERY!  I SHALL TEACH YOU NINJITSU!-
 
"Wait, what?"
 
-I MIGHT NOT SURVIVE THE NEXT TIME I BECOME VULNERABLE.  THE SKILLS I HAVE ATTAINED AND PERFECTED THROUGH CENTURIES OF PRACTICE MUST NOT BE LOST!  I SHALL PASS THEM ON TO YOU, AND YOU SHALL SUCCEED ME AS NINJITSU-SAI!-
 
"Look, I'm okay with my life right now.  I don't want to be a ninja."
 
-SILENCE!  THE DECISION IS MADE!  YOU ARE MY PUPIL!  I AM YOUR MASTER!  I SHALL TEACH!  YOU WILL LEARN!-
 
"I'm not even Japanese!  I'm Korean--third generation!  I don't even speak Korean!  Pisses my father off like you wouldn't believe--"
 
-SILENCE!  YOU WILL LEARN NINJITSU!-
 
Thus did David Yeung become the student of the Ninjitsu-Sai,  It's not exactly the easiest course of study, what with his teacher constantly berating him, incessantly pointing out his mistakes, and reinforcing the lessons with the occasional stinging whack to the back of the hand or the back of the neck--but he does seem to be taking to the art quicker than his master would have expected of an indolent, slack-faced bag of flesh.  (His words, not mine.)  The crimefighting was actually David's idea--the Ninjitsu-Sai was opposed to it at first, but David pointed out that as long as he had to learn ninjitsu he might as well do something useful with it, and training to be a stealth-based warrior would be much more intensive if he had actual enemies to fight.  The Ninjitsu-Sai especially objected to the uniform (-CHEAP THEATRICS!  A NINJA SHOULD NOT CALL ATTENTION TO HIMSELF IN SUCH FASHION!  THE ONLY TRACES A NINJA SHOULD LEAVE OF HIS PRESENCE ARE THE CORPSES OF HIS ENEMIES!-)  and to the name (-BATTLEMASTER!  YOU DARE CALL YOURSELF MASTER!  IT WOULD BE MORE PROPER TO CALL YOURSELF BATTLEWORM!-) but again, David pointed out that first, his enemies would be looking for a man in an all-black outfit, and not a Korean-American in T-shirt and denims, second, there were laws against murder, even when it came to criminals, and third, the name Battleworm is extremely unlikely to strike terror into the hearts of one's enemies.
 
Other than that, things have been going well.  The Battlemaster has made quite a name for himself as a determined and effective street-level crimefighter.  A few superteams have extended an invitation to join, but David has declined for now--easier to work solo than to explain who he was talking to all the time.  And he has actually managed to impress the Ninjitsu-Sai on a number of occasions--not that he'd let David know that.
 
*****************************************************************************************
 
*Leaves the submission on phoenix240's desk*
 
"There.  It was close, but I think we beat the deadline."
 
-SILENCE!  DO YOU WISH EVERYONE TO KNOW WE ARE HERE?  YOUR VOICE IS NOT SO PLEASANT THAT EVERYONE MUST HEAR IT!-
 
"Neither is yours.  C'mon, let's go."
 
*Slips out the window*

The Anti-Pope
 
The pressed dubbed him the Anti-pope even before he took up the somewhat outrageous costume and tinged his performances with dark occult, Satanic touches, but William Green is a performance artist and public speaker. No one is quite sure where he come from before his first performance in Atlantic City to a half full comedy club but his mixture of sardonic observational humor, subversive anti-authoritarian rhetoric and raunchy stand up was soon drawing sold out crowds in venues order of magnitude larger. He has little online presence as of yet, stating a preference for live performance were he can "feel the sin" washing off the audience. All in all, for all his rising fame, William appears to be edgy comedian, funny for some but nothing truly noteworthy in this day and age. 
 
Appearances can be deceiving. No one has noticed the unusual uptick in crimes of passion and impulse after his performances or the slight but definite rise in acts of civil disobedience, hate crimes and general aggressive, impulsive tendencies. Some of his fans have grown obsessive following him around the country in servile bands that live on his word and engage in his hedonistic, anarchist philosophy to the full: rejecting even destroying convention and tradition as they can without drawing too much attention. 
 
Yet. 
 
William Green isn't a mere comedian. He's not even human, not anymore. His mortal existence was ended months ago when he made a deal with an Infernal creature for fame. Or more precisely, he made a deal for face to be widely known as a famous comedian. And he will be. The entity using his body for its ends didn't change is name or features in any way, in fact has gone out of its way to make the world know his name. The Devil is in the Details.
 
And now its in William *ba dum tish*
 
The creature inhabiting his mortal husk is known to occultists as Balseraph, a power order of devil or fallen angel. Once one of the most high, Princes of Heaven one step from the Seat of the Divine when  a Seraph falls from grace it taxes their sanity to the breaking point. Once the paragons of Truth and Righteousness, they are confronted with a world of lies, deception and evil. To adjust to their new existence, they master something once alien to them: Deceit. Not just of others but themselves, convincing themselves that they made the right choice or are even still serving the Eternal Plan. In short they are the greatest liars in the Universe. Their lies, infused with  tainted remnants of Divine Power, can alter reality itself though only in shallow usually temporary ways or twist hearts, minds and souls in deeper, more insidious and, if allowed, permanent fashion. 
 
As William Green the Anti-pope, he can approach masses of willing mind, make them laugh and relax while his word slowly creep into the cracks in their souls and, like freezing stagnant water, wedge them wider. His disparaging restraint, empathy, casting doubt on the hierarchies and structures of society said in apparent jest are easily ingested and from their subtle poison spreads. Not only does that slowly corrupt his targets and make them more likely to damn themselves but opens their souls to demonic control, softening their natural resistance their will would offer to possession. 
 
The scheme is so quiet and subtle, practically a long game that it not be noticed. His power don't even read to most mentalists as they aren't psionic but mystical, semi Divine if corrupted in nature. But the seething evil in Green is growing both impatient and haughty, intoxicated with his own fame and influence. He's started to direct his lackeys into greater, more overt actions both for profit and simple malicious fun. The vigilante Hype unknowingly support him, seeing the Anti-pope as a fellow traveler, an iconoclastic anarchist while the Balseraph quietly pushes him towards greater more impulsive extremes and erodes his moral center. A few simple words from Anti-pope help reinforce Hype's feeling of fellowship and shared goodwill when it wavers. Exactly what the Balseraph's endgame is no one knows (perhaps not even it) but it will be worthy of a fallen Celestial Prince. 

Two new character from an M and M game called Century Station
 

 
Telepathic Assault Organism (T.A.O)
(Might be a bit racy, if so I'll remove)

The Anti-Pope
 
The pressed dubbed him the Anti-pope even before he took up the somewhat outrageous costume and tinged his performances with dark occult, Satanic touches, but William Green is a performance artist and public speaker. No one is quite sure where he come from before his first performance in Atlantic City to a half full comedy club but his mixture of sardonic observational humor, subversive anti-authoritarian rhetoric and raunchy stand up was soon drawing sold out crowds in venues order of magnitude larger. He has little online presence as of yet, stating a preference for live performance were he can "feel the sin" washing off the audience. All in all, for all his rising fame, William appears to be edgy comedian, funny for some but nothing truly noteworthy in this day and age. 
 
Appearances can be deceiving. No one has noticed the unusual uptick in crimes of passion and impulse after his performances or the slight but definite rise in acts of civil disobedience, hate crimes and general aggressive, impulsive tendencies. Some of his fans have grown obsessive following him around the country in servile bands that live on his word and engage in his hedonistic, anarchist philosophy to the full: rejecting even destroying convention and tradition as they can without drawing too much attention. 
 
Yet. 
 
William Green isn't a mere comedian. He's not even human, not anymore. His mortal existence was ended months ago when he made a deal with an Infernal creature for fame. Or more precisely, he made a deal for face to be widely known as a famous comedian. And he will be. The entity using his body for its ends didn't change is name or features in any way, in fact has gone out of its way to make the world know his name. The Devil is in the Details.
 
And now its in William *ba dum tish*
 
The creature inhabiting his mortal husk is known to occultists as Balseraph, a power order of devil or fallen angel. Once one of the most high, Princes of Heaven one step from the Seat of the Divine when  a Seraph falls from grace it taxes their sanity to the breaking point. Once the paragons of Truth and Righteousness, they are confronted with a world of lies, deception and evil. To adjust to their new existence, they master something once alien to them: Deceit. Not just of others but themselves, convincing themselves that they made the right choice or are even still serving the Eternal Plan. In short they are the greatest liars in the Universe. Their lies, infused with  tainted remnants of Divine Power, can alter reality itself though only in shallow usually temporary ways or twist hearts, minds and souls in deeper, more insidious and, if allowed, permanent fashion. 
 
As William Green the Anti-pope, he can approach masses of willing mind, make them laugh and relax while his word slowly creep into the cracks in their souls and, like freezing stagnant water, wedge them wider. His disparaging restraint, empathy, casting doubt on the hierarchies and structures of society said in apparent jest are easily ingested and from their subtle poison spreads. Not only does that slowly corrupt his targets and make them more likely to damn themselves but opens their souls to demonic control, softening their natural resistance their will would offer to possession. 
 
The scheme is so quiet and subtle, practically a long game that it not be noticed. His power don't even read to most mentalists as they aren't psionic but mystical, semi Divine if corrupted in nature. But the seething evil in Green is growing both impatient and haughty, intoxicated with his own fame and influence. He's started to direct his lackeys into greater, more overt actions both for profit and simple malicious fun. The vigilante Hype unknowingly support him, seeing the Anti-pope as a fellow traveler, an iconoclastic anarchist while the Balseraph quietly pushes him towards greater more impulsive extremes and erodes his moral center. A few simple words from Anti-pope help reinforce Hype's feeling of fellowship and shared goodwill when it wavers. Exactly what the Balseraph's endgame is no one knows (perhaps not even it) but it will be worthy of a fallen Celestial Prince. 

The Anti-Pope
 
The pressed dubbed him the Anti-pope even before he took up the somewhat outrageous costume and tinged his performances with dark occult, Satanic touches, but William Green is a performance artist and public speaker. No one is quite sure where he come from before his first performance in Atlantic City to a half full comedy club but his mixture of sardonic observational humor, subversive anti-authoritarian rhetoric and raunchy stand up was soon drawing sold out crowds in venues order of magnitude larger. He has little online presence as of yet, stating a preference for live performance were he can "feel the sin" washing off the audience. All in all, for all his rising fame, William appears to be edgy comedian, funny for some but nothing truly noteworthy in this day and age. 
 
Appearances can be deceiving. No one has noticed the unusual uptick in crimes of passion and impulse after his performances or the slight but definite rise in acts of civil disobedience, hate crimes and general aggressive, impulsive tendencies. Some of his fans have grown obsessive following him around the country in servile bands that live on his word and engage in his hedonistic, anarchist philosophy to the full: rejecting even destroying convention and tradition as they can without drawing too much attention. 
 
Yet. 
 
William Green isn't a mere comedian. He's not even human, not anymore. His mortal existence was ended months ago when he made a deal with an Infernal creature for fame. Or more precisely, he made a deal for face to be widely known as a famous comedian. And he will be. The entity using his body for its ends didn't change is name or features in any way, in fact has gone out of its way to make the world know his name. The Devil is in the Details.
 
And now its in William *ba dum tish*
 
The creature inhabiting his mortal husk is known to occultists as Balseraph, a power order of devil or fallen angel. Once one of the most high, Princes of Heaven one step from the Seat of the Divine when  a Seraph falls from grace it taxes their sanity to the breaking point. Once the paragons of Truth and Righteousness, they are confronted with a world of lies, deception and evil. To adjust to their new existence, they master something once alien to them: Deceit. Not just of others but themselves, convincing themselves that they made the right choice or are even still serving the Eternal Plan. In short they are the greatest liars in the Universe. Their lies, infused with  tainted remnants of Divine Power, can alter reality itself though only in shallow usually temporary ways or twist hearts, minds and souls in deeper, more insidious and, if allowed, permanent fashion. 
 
As William Green the Anti-pope, he can approach masses of willing mind, make them laugh and relax while his word slowly creep into the cracks in their souls and, like freezing stagnant water, wedge them wider. His disparaging restraint, empathy, casting doubt on the hierarchies and structures of society said in apparent jest are easily ingested and from their subtle poison spreads. Not only does that slowly corrupt his targets and make them more likely to damn themselves but opens their souls to demonic control, softening their natural resistance their will would offer to possession. 
 
The scheme is so quiet and subtle, practically a long game that it not be noticed. His power don't even read to most mentalists as they aren't psionic but mystical, semi Divine if corrupted in nature. But the seething evil in Green is growing both impatient and haughty, intoxicated with his own fame and influence. He's started to direct his lackeys into greater, more overt actions both for profit and simple malicious fun. The vigilante Hype unknowingly support him, seeing the Anti-pope as a fellow traveler, an iconoclastic anarchist while the Balseraph quietly pushes him towards greater more impulsive extremes and erodes his moral center. A few simple words from Anti-pope help reinforce Hype's feeling of fellowship and shared goodwill when it wavers. Exactly what the Balseraph's endgame is no one knows (perhaps not even it) but it will be worthy of a fallen Celestial Prince. 

The Anti-Pope
 
The pressed dubbed him the Anti-pope even before he took up the somewhat outrageous costume and tinged his performances with dark occult, Satanic touches, but William Green is a performance artist and public speaker. No one is quite sure where he come from before his first performance in Atlantic City to a half full comedy club but his mixture of sardonic observational humor, subversive anti-authoritarian rhetoric and raunchy stand up was soon drawing sold out crowds in venues order of magnitude larger. He has little online presence as of yet, stating a preference for live performance were he can "feel the sin" washing off the audience. All in all, for all his rising fame, William appears to be edgy comedian, funny for some but nothing truly noteworthy in this day and age. 
 
Appearances can be deceiving. No one has noticed the unusual uptick in crimes of passion and impulse after his performances or the slight but definite rise in acts of civil disobedience, hate crimes and general aggressive, impulsive tendencies. Some of his fans have grown obsessive following him around the country in servile bands that live on his word and engage in his hedonistic, anarchist philosophy to the full: rejecting even destroying convention and tradition as they can without drawing too much attention. 
 
Yet. 
 
William Green isn't a mere comedian. He's not even human, not anymore. His mortal existence was ended months ago when he made a deal with an Infernal creature for fame. Or more precisely, he made a deal for face to be widely known as a famous comedian. And he will be. The entity using his body for its ends didn't change is name or features in any way, in fact has gone out of its way to make the world know his name. The Devil is in the Details.
 
And now its in William *ba dum tish*
 
The creature inhabiting his mortal husk is known to occultists as Balseraph, a power order of devil or fallen angel. Once one of the most high, Princes of Heaven one step from the Seat of the Divine when  a Seraph falls from grace it taxes their sanity to the breaking point. Once the paragons of Truth and Righteousness, they are confronted with a world of lies, deception and evil. To adjust to their new existence, they master something once alien to them: Deceit. Not just of others but themselves, convincing themselves that they made the right choice or are even still serving the Eternal Plan. In short they are the greatest liars in the Universe. Their lies, infused with  tainted remnants of Divine Power, can alter reality itself though only in shallow usually temporary ways or twist hearts, minds and souls in deeper, more insidious and, if allowed, permanent fashion. 
 
As William Green the Anti-pope, he can approach masses of willing mind, make them laugh and relax while his word slowly creep into the cracks in their souls and, like freezing stagnant water, wedge them wider. His disparaging restraint, empathy, casting doubt on the hierarchies and structures of society said in apparent jest are easily ingested and from their subtle poison spreads. Not only does that slowly corrupt his targets and make them more likely to damn themselves but opens their souls to demonic control, softening their natural resistance their will would offer to possession. 
 
The scheme is so quiet and subtle, practically a long game that it not be noticed. His power don't even read to most mentalists as they aren't psionic but mystical, semi Divine if corrupted in nature. But the seething evil in Green is growing both impatient and haughty, intoxicated with his own fame and influence. He's started to direct his lackeys into greater, more overt actions both for profit and simple malicious fun. The vigilante Hype unknowingly support him, seeing the Anti-pope as a fellow traveler, an iconoclastic anarchist while the Balseraph quietly pushes him towards greater more impulsive extremes and erodes his moral center. A few simple words from Anti-pope help reinforce Hype's feeling of fellowship and shared goodwill when it wavers. Exactly what the Balseraph's endgame is no one knows (perhaps not even it) but it will be worthy of a fallen Celestial Prince. 

Some new material from Dan Houser, who is the line artist for ICONS. Here is the Tomorrow Squad: Doc Tomorrow, Astral Girl, Beacon & Quartz:

Thank You, phoenix240.  Thank You all. 
 
And here's the next image--
 

Captain Constitution
 
Byron Wells is the latest man to assume the mantle of Captain Constitution. For years the US military has been working on super soldier programs. From a financial and mental stability standpoint the Captain Constitution program is probably the most successful. Instead of taking a young recruit, breaking them and moulding them into the perfect soldier, the project takes existing soldiers, ensures that they are psychologically sound and then equips them. The equipment can differ from Captain to Captain but it is usually an armoured suit with rocket boots and strength enhanced gauntlets. Weapons of an exotic nature were abandoned after observations on other projects showed that villains stole these with some ease.
Byron joined the army and qualified as a US Ranger. He saw action across the globe before being invited to join the project. After satisfying the mental health requirements he donned the suit for the first time. He tours the States inspecting army, navy, marine, Coast Guard and airforce bases but will happily divert to aid the police, federal authorities or other law enforcement in battling villains. In this capacity he is usually providing back up rather than leading the charge. But woe betide the villains who underestimate him.

The Wayfarer
 
Hector Hawkins, a sergeant in Washington's army during the American Revolution, found himself pulled off of one battlefield and onto another by a mysterious individual who claimed to need his services in a conflict "that could decide the very fate of the universe."  Whether this individual came from another time, another world or another dimension was never revealed to Hawkins.  He did know that he could never go back to his old life after doing all that he'd done and seeing all that he'd seen.  So now he makes his way in our time and our world--and always in the back of his mind is the notion that the stranger may once again have need of his services.
 
The fighting and strategy skills he acquired during the Revolution and the Great Universal War are augmented by the devices he wears and carries.  On his left arm is a long range teleporter that can take him anywhere he needs to go.  The belts strapped to his chest, waist and thighs generate an energy screen that can withstand any attack, and any extreme in temperature, as well as provide him with a limited oxygen supply for "extraordinary circumstances" such as the vacuum of space.  The visor he wears extends his visual perception so he can not only see at extended distances and in total darkness, but also through solid objects.  Finally, his pistol is what is called a temporal paralysis device--it slows the flow of time around the target until it can no longer move.  The effect does wear off eventually, but it lasts long enough for Wayfarer to bind the target and remove its weapons.

The Highwayman
 
He is The Highwayman. Roaming the freeways, autobahn and freeways of the world robbing cars, buses and coaches as well as lorries of their goods. He has outwitted the police and other governmental agents across the globe with his snatch and grab robberies and then escaping from the law. Superheroes give him more of a problem but his gun causes weakness.rather than serious injury so most heroes will lay off killing force except the more psychotic ones. The gun will also neuter car engines and that is one of the reasons for his escapes. He has used a variety of vehicles and transport to carry out his shenanigans. Where he gets the money from to use these transports and weaponry is anyone's guess.

With tongue planted firmly in cheek, I present Doctor Quantum:
 
Theorizing that one could time travel within his own family lineage, Dr. Beck Samuels stepped into the Quantum Slide accelerator... and vanished.  He woke to find himself trapped in the body of his great-great-great-great-grandfather, a Revolutionary War contemporary of Ben Franklin, facing a mirror image that's not his own and driven by an unknown force to change history for the better.  His only guide on this journey is Cal, an observer from his own time, who appears in the form of a hologram that only Beck can see and hear. And so Dr. Samuels finds himself using his scientific knowledge to invent devices to put right what will one day go wrong, and hoping someday to return to a brighter future.
 

Death Bunny
 
Nominally a villain the appearance of this woman can cause despair in the hearts of gangs and can be a nuisance to a hero. She is thought to be half Japanese and half American while some have postulated that she is either a comic image brought to life by The Animator or a woman granted powers by Dr Nymax!. Neither have confirmed this but they have not denied it either. She is bulletproof in that bullets swerve around her. She tend to appear dramatically and put herself between two of the combatants which a few villains have taken advantage of in making getaways as the heroes have to deal with her.
Attempts to use mental powers on her have a tendency to fail (Very high ECV).
She has martial arts but no to a level that would trouble any true practitioner of the art.

This is Bonny Hibiki, aka Bunny Love. Mostly a media personality,  Bonny/Bunny is athletic, outgoing, a skilled acrobat and competent martial artist, and a genuine superhuman, possessing a most unusual power: Ai to teigi no ribon, or in English, the ribbon of love and  justice. Bunny produces her ribbon when she needs it, and it can do anything a normal ribbon could, and more: it responds to her desires, moving as she wills, can be as long as needed ( the current record is several kilometres) and no known force can harm it.
 
To the surprise of no one, Bunny is known to have a strong sense of justice, and a large number of friends with benefits, both male and female,