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    Opal got a reaction from Tjack in I've Got My Zed-Suit, I Have My Omni-Gauntlets...   
    Old-school lab coat.  Early 20th, if not Victorian.  Classic mad scientist chic.
     


     

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    Opal got a reaction from Utensil in RWBY - World of Remnant - Huntsmen and Huntresses   
    I quite like RWBY, too.  Though I'm not much into CRPGs/MMOs, I understand it's closer in feel to those than TTRPGs like Hero.  For one thing it's very visual, a lot of the fun is the art, character design, and fight choreography.
     
    Aura is a bit like STN, though it doesn't recover as quickly.  It's also a bit like D&D hit points in that it's a get out of damage free ablative shield and once it's down you take real damage rather than being KO'd, just, unlike hp, it has a consistent rationale.  
     
    I think you could do a pretty good interpretation of RWBY using the last version of Gamma World as a base. It handles big goofy weapons and guns easily, uses those D&D style hps, and would generally capture some of the feel, but powers would be exercises in judgement, there's no formal design.
     
    Hero of course can handle powers and action very well.  I'd be tempted to handle Aura as a persistent FF running off an END Reserve with just enough REC to stay up, but costing additional END for each BOD stopped.  Semblance would draw off the same reserve.  Aside from that, and the usual inexplicably ubiquitous anime superleap,  Hunters would be highly trained, exceptional, normals....
     
     
     
     
     
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    Opal reacted to steriaca in Steriaca's Villain Idea List.   
    Diamond Jack : An acrobatic thief specialising in stealing gems. He appears to have a gem instead of a right eye and can create diamond shaped force objects.
     
    Black Skull : A Project Starburst victim whose radioactive corpse buried deep in the Arizona desert, and became a zombie-like undead when Tacofanes passed by his resting place. He has just now dug himself out and is rampaging against every living thing he comes across. He is super strong, can absorb radiation and can shoot a strong radiation beam once he absorbs enough radiation.
     
    He is a rampager for those tired of using Grond all the time.
     
    Loosely based on the Spaceman's Ghost from Scooby-Doo, design wise.
     
    The Weapon : Man whose right arm is mysterious replaced with a cyber tech replacement who is able to transform into various weapons. 
     
    One Armed Bandit : A gambler who became a mercenary after loosing his right arm in a bet, and then winning a armored suit in another bet. The suit roughly resembles a slot machine with the three reals.
     
    That's nine right there. 
     
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    Opal reacted to steriaca in Create a Villain Theme Team!   
    Lily White 
     
    Lily White is an African American woman who was radicalized into the Black Power movement. She also studied various forms of self defense to protect herself from "The Pigs" (the police, who of course are controlled by White Upper Class Society, bka "The Man"). She wanted to help out the men of the movement, but she was always told to stay back/stay at home.
     
    Fed up, one day she just left the movement and joined WITCH. If the men wouldn't let her fight, the women will. She became the martial artist of the group. Her martial arts styles are Capoeira, Dambe, Dirty Infighting, Knife Fighting, Re-Efi Areh-Ehsee (all fully described in Hero System Martial Arts book), Kupigana Ngumi, and Sebekkha (both only have a small sidebar in HSMA).
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    Opal reacted to death tribble in Create a Villain Theme Team!   
    Rambling Rose
     
    She is the speedster of the group and has padded gloves so she can hit a number of targets in move by attacks, She does not say much and is thought of as a follower rather than a leader. Her costume features roses with very prominent thorns. She is known as a messenger of the group and is not relied on to do assassination missions or any task that involves a lot of killing. Stealth and speed missions are her forte.
    She is Caucasian but nationality is unknown. The costume is bulletproof.
     
    The paragraph above is all that remains of information regarding Rambling Rose. Although people called Rose and Rambler have appeared since there is no record of a Rambling Rose after 1989
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    Opal reacted to Lorehunter in Create a Villain Theme Team!   
    Holly Caustic
     
    As a child Holly was always admonished to be a "good girl", to obey her elders, follow the rules, etc. When she was in high school she was raped. The boys responsible were never punished as "boys will be boys" and "she obviously was asking for it." Her parents were so disappointed. How could she have let this happen. They were embarrassed and ashamed of her. Holly had gotten pregnant and 7 months later had a miscarriage. She was alone when it happened, her father at work at his prestigious job in the city and her mother at the country club. Looking at the still-born baby, knowing this was yet another life that those boys had destroyed, knowing that the "men" in power would never do anything about it, Holly felt something deep inside her break. Something was released at that moment, something that coiled and twisted as it grew within her. She could feel the house plants around her, the grass of the lawn outside, the trees along the street. She felt the life all around her and then she felt the "death" brought about by the concrete and artificial constructs of the Man to show his status and power over Gaea the Earth Mother. The suburbs where the women and children were kept to be displayed for the prestige of the Men that controlled them and owned them. Along with the expanding sense of Gaea's life force around her Holly felt the bile of her anger and hatred rising as well. The two forces became mixed within her. She found she could influence the plants around her to move as she wished. Additionally she could cause them to seep out the hatred and anger she held within her in the form of a caustic sap able to eat through almost any "Man-Made" material. That day a new woman emerge from the destroyed and overgrown building that had been the house she grew up in, that day Holly Caustic was release upon the world of Man and woe to those who opposed her.
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    Opal reacted to Lorehunter in Create a Hero Theme Team!   
    Epiphany
     
    Michael’s father was dying. Although he could hear the sirens approaching Michael knew they would never get there in time. Around them lay the bodies of 4 young men, still breathing but unconscious. Nearby knelt 2 young girls quietly crying as they held each other. Above,distant clouds scuttled across the dark night sky. As the sirens grew closer, the sound of the other young men retreating into the night grew more and more distant. A chill wind, barely a whisper, tugged at some peeling handbills stapled to the nearby telephone pole with its single street light. Michael held his father and asked, “Why?”
     
    His father took Michael’s hand in his own and said, “Evil triumphs when good men do nothing.”
     
    With those words Michael was left alone in the world. The police arrived. Paramedics noisily joined them only moments later. They questioned the girls, then they questioned Michael. They learned that Michael’s father had been a Preacher and that they had been working at a local soup kitchen️. After helping clean up and close for the night the two men had started walking back to their small tenement on Skid Row. As they had been walking they had heard the crying of the girls and the laughing of the young men. Michael’s father had not hesitated as he turned toward the scene and walked quickly toward them. He had gotten quite close before the thugs had noticed him. 
     
    “Get the f*** outta here before I lose my patience, ese!”
     
    His father did not preach in any of the local churches, nor did he preach from a soap box on the corner. No, his father had always followed the adage that actions speak louder than words and that if one wanted to spread the Word one needed to exemplify that by following those Words and showing others the Way. Michael’s father had never “preached” to the masses, never berated them for their sins; he had merely been there for those who needed an ear to listen to them, a shoulder to cry on, or a hand to help lift them back up. 
     
    Michael’s father had not even slowed as he raised his arm and with a swift straight blow to the man’s face laid him out flat on the ground. At the time, Michael had thought there had been a passing car or something, because at the moment his father had struck the man there was a brief flash of light followed by a slight smell of ozone and sulphur. The remaining young men were at first stunned by the preacher’s actions. It was less the punch itself, but more the single-minded surety and speed with which it had been carried out. Here was a man that despite being outnumbered 8:1 showed no sign of fear or even concern. In that moment he seemed to grow larger, become “more”. He did not get any bigger like some of those supers that grew to giants when fighting crime but he became, well, just “more” like there was someone else there in the same place and the two entities were occupying the same space. On top of that, Michael could have sworn there was a slight nimbus of golden light surrounding his father's chest and arms as if a light were shining on him.
     
    The thugs ignored the girls and closed on Michael’s father. It was dark and things were moving fast so Michael was not sure, but to him it looked like the thugs also changed slightly. They became darker, bulkier and less distinct like they were dissolving into smoke or something equally ridiculous sounding. Michael suddenly could smell rotting meat or something somewhere nearby. Michael had never seen his father fight, never seen him even raise his voice in anger let alone make a violent action of any type. Now he watched, stunned and wide-eyed as his father engaged the 7 remaining men. He could never remember afterwards what exactly happened -- only that in a few short seconds, his father had laid out 3 more of the men before being stabbed. At least, Michael had certainly thought at the time that they had stabbed his father nothing else but a knife could have caused the gaping cuts and slashes.
     
    “NO!” he screamed as he ran toward the scene. The other thugs saw Michael charging them and ran. The girls also seemed to shrink back at Michael’s approach seeming to fear him as much as the thugs that had attacked them but were too shocked by all that had happened to actually run. Michael ran to his father’s side and held him. The blood. There was so much blood. How could so much blood come from one person. Michael looked down into the slowly dimming blue eyes of his father and asked, “Why?”
     
    His father took Michael’s hand in his own and in a barely audible voice told him, “Evil triumphs when good men do nothing.”
     
    Michael’s world exploded and shattered. In the next moment of time the Universe was born, stars made and died, worlds created and destroyed, life flourished and perished and for one very brief instant Michael understood. “God” was not some great puppeteer pulling all the strings of Creation following the machinations of some Grand Plan. He was a Creator allowing each person the freedom to become the best they could if they so chose. If they found the Path within them to Goodness, and they followed it, not for some reward at the end but because it was the right thing to do, then they would grow, become better, more than what they had been. They would become, in their own way, part of the Divine, they would “return to God.” He now understood the freedom that had been given to humans allowed them to choose whether or not they would succumb to their baser instincts or rise above them. Rise up to help their fellow beings, to improve the world around them, and to work against the constant tide of corruption and evil. Humans could give in to their inner demons and become monsters or they could learn to defeat those monsters and show others how to walk the Path so that they too could fight and defeat the monsters that stalked in the darkness. In that moment he understood all the things his father had done and not done. He realized his father had become “more” than he had been. His heart exploded with pain at his loss and pride in his father. In that moment Michael had an epiphany.
     
    The following week an elderly couple were walking home after closing their small corner store for the night. Dark clouds scuttled across the night sky. As they walked a group of young thugs emerged from the shadows. They had not been there a moment before and seemed to take shape from the very darkness itself. From one of the alleys came the smell of rotting meat and garbage.
     
    “Hey old man,” said one. “You speak-a-da-Engrish?” The others cackled like hyenas at their leader’s callous joke.
     
    The couple hunched in upon themselves in a vain attempt to pass by unnoticed, to escape what they knew was coming. “We don wan annee truble,” the old man said in broken English.
     
    “Well maybe trouble wants you,” the thug sneered. As he advanced, the shadows seemed to grow thicker around him, obscuring his face. His outline seemed to become less rigid, more amorphous. The couple cowered in terror at whatever they saw approaching them.
     
    A sound. Feet moving swiftly but with so little noise it seemed like the sound wind might make if it could run. Like each footfall was the gentlest of kisses to the hard earth. The earth barely having time to register the contact before their secret lover had fled, only to alight a fraction of a second later in a new spot further along. Whoever it was, they were quickly closing the distance between themselves and the shadowy figures. A figure passed beneath a single streetlight and the glow of the light appeared to cling to them even as they left the lamp behind. As tho the light wanted more than anything to be with them. Even if for only a moment. Now, like a glowing meteor it crashed amidst the villainous thugs and with each blow it rained down upon them, starbursts of light invaded the depths of the shadows. The shadowy figures of the thugs tried to strike back but their fists and “knives” struck the nimbus of light surrounding the stranger and were rejected as if they were unworthy to be in the light.
     
    As quickly as it had started, it was over. The shadows that had seemed to cling to the young men drew back and dispersed out into the night leaving their bodies on the ground. The stranger turned to the elderly couple and inquired if they were ok. They said they were and thanked their savior. He simply said they were welcome and turned to leave. As he walked away they asked, “Why?”
     
    He called back over his shoulder as he passed under the single street light, “Evil wins when good men do nothing.”
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    Opal reacted to Lorehunter in Create a Hero Theme Team!   
    Maximillion Marithain had been tinkering in his lab, working on the new quantum computer that controlled his quantum particle power armor, Wave Form. He felt he was making really good headway with the code when everything went hazy. When his recollections became clear and distinct it was 3 days later, he was in New York instead of Seattle and he was wearing his newest completed power armor. While being questioned by authorities Maxi found he had been part of some big aerial battle over and around New York. He told them he remembered being on a team, he remember there were bad guys to fight but for the life of him he could not remember who had been on his team or who had been among the enemies. He could not even remember how he had gotten across the continent. He did speculate that maybe the new firmware of his armor had caused some kind of quantum fluctuations that may have caused a ripple effect that pulled the various combatants in the recent battle. These fluctuations may have also caused the memory lapses and sensory distortions that so many experienced as the the various quantum waves collapsed to this particular reality. As to why they seem to have centered in New York he could not even speculate.
     
     
    And that makes 5. Thinking of a new team theme .......
     
    I know it has been done already (twice I think) but I am on a religious kick at the moment so next group in The Good Samaritans. A team of 7 that go about helping the unwashed masses and fallen of humanity find their way back into the light of the Divine. (Not necessarily Christian oriented.)
     
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    Opal reacted to pawsplay in Superheroes: the Tacit Warrior Elite   
    Superheroes are shamans. They adopt a special role, often using a special name, maybe with an animal theme. Their purpose is to protect their communities from supernatural beings. In their mode of dress and behavior, they stand apart from ordinary people.
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    Opal got a reaction from death tribble in Create a Hero Theme Team!   
    LOGOS
     
    In 1986, a young graphic design student wrote what she thought was a fairly simple recursive program to draw logos based on an input string.  The idea was to stop the program when the logo started looking cool.  It didn't work well, but she had inadvertently left it running on the community college's old HP3000 the day that she was killed in a freak hibachi accident.  The volunteer systems admin eventually got around to deleting her account and killing the process, but by then it had overflowed a buffer.  When an internet worm used a buffer-overflow attack on the same server, it inadvertently merged with the logos program.  The combined code, no longer destructive nor concerned with drawing logos, copied itself to myriad other servers throughout the net, where it it co-opted un-used cpu cycles to iteratively improve itself until, years later, it achieved self-awareness.
    With nothing to go on for it's purpose but the name LOGOS, which, in philosophy is a concept of ultimate divine knowledge going back the ancient Greeks, the sentient program quietly devoted itself, and all the un-used CPU cycles accessible through networks (it got some competition from SETI at home), to unravelling the secrets of the universe.
     
    Now, LOGOS is, ironically, a mystical superhero.  Always appearing in his 'Astral Form' which resembles some representations of Plato, he conjures or invokes platonic ideals from the Odyllic plane.  From as simple as conjuring a geometric shape for use as a shield or missile, to as profound as invoking the Ideal Form of Peace to stop a war.  Villains have driven themselves crazy trying to track down and kill his 'sleeping' mortal form while he's projected, and haven't noticed that he is never present during major power failures or network disruptions.  His teammates are aware of his true nature, but when asked why a 'mystic' is allowed on their team, they just quote Clarke's Third Law and snicker a bit.
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    Firefly
     
    One of many minor-league, infrequently-active supers who stepped up in the wake on 9/11, Firefly was rotated through a number of teams and assignments, proving to have few skills of any use in investigation and low durability in a super-powered fight or pitched modern battle, she ended up mostly filling in for other heroes who were more suited to the needs of the day.  She vanished in May 2011 and apparently returned to her previous mode of heroing, appearing infrequently to thwart violent crimes seemingly at random in small communities of Appalachia and the deep south.
    One exception being the Air War.   Firefly was identified as soon as the illusion dropped, her glowing wings a dead giveaway.   Eye-witness accounts say that she was caught in the burst of some sort of guided missile, launched before the illusion dropped, and fell to earth somewhere in the Bronx.  She was spotted, again, thwarting low-level violent street crime, for a few days thereafter, but never gave a statement, and has apparently returned to her old haunts in the years since.  Since she fled the scene, attempts were made to piece together her role in the Air War, based on the distinctive color and 'recoilless' (no KB) nature of her photon blast, she engaged in an aerobatic duel with Red Raptor, that looped through both the Holland and Lincoln Tunnels, doing extensive damage to the lighting in the first, and resulting in several minor traffic accidents on the New Jersey side when motorists were temporarily blinded.
    Firefly claimed to be 'fey' and thus have magical powers, apparently limited to flight and a powerful 'photon blast' (like Flare's), she resembled a sort of human-sized Tinkerbelle, almost inhumanly pale, with elfin features, red hair tied back in a short ponytail and glowing insect-like wings, her costume was emerald green & black, consisting of a high-cut, high-necked one-piece with dated-80s shoulder flairs, opera gloves, fishnet stockings, and peter pan boots, with a tiny domino mask that did nothing to obscure her features. The years she was most active, she added a short wrap-around skirt and switched to thigh-high boots, apparently at the suggestion of teammates, or possibly a publicist looking to give her a less provocative image.
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    Snapdragon
     
    After spending 20 years in Stronghold's 'Hot Sleep,' this notorious late 70s, WITCH-associate supervillain retired to a commune in the Santa Cruz hills.  Since her pyrokinetic powers can simply set enemies on fire with a snap of her fingers, as well as project bolts or cones of flame, it was hard to tell, at first, who she may have been inflicting damage on.  Once the illusion dropped and  her large wings and humanoid-reptilian features were visible she was identified, and it was clear that she had been fighting on the 'same side' as a demonic entity and the obscure Homeland-security-flunky Firely.  Maybe someone thought 'fire' needed to be a theme?
    As soon as the chaos sorted itself out, Snapdragon descended to ground level and surrendered to authorities, her parole was violated but we she got off with just a few more years of probation.  She gave a full account of her experience.  She'd been sunning herself on the upper branches of a giant sequoia (one of the downsides of being 'cold blooded') and had just started her first sun salutation, when she suddenly found herself over New York, under attack along with a 'team' she intuitive new were on her side, somehow.  Still not fully warmed up from the cold morning, she spread her wings on thermals to gain heat and altitude, torching 'enemies' that got too close, then coordinated with her 'teammates' to concentrate fire on one enemy at a time (an old tactic from back in the day).   Once the illusion dropped, and the sense sense of 'sides' faded (which was not immediate, she did realize one 'enemy' was armored once she could see him clearly, and set some of his internal systems on fire), she dived into the wooded areas of central park to escape the conflict.  
    She latter regretted not getting to meet Tankhunter, who had been an idol of her's in college, when she was still an antiwar student protestor, before she'd turned radical environmentalist and been exposed to the reptilizing serum that granted her powers while freeing lab animals from a medical research facility.
    Like any proper reptile, Snapdragon keeps her naughty bits safely tucked away in a tightly sealed cloaca, and lacks any mammary tissue, instead her chest and abdomen are protected by hard bands of yellow-green osteoderms, the rest of her body is covered by finer, darker green-grey scales, so she goes sans costume without rousing comment.  She does, however, retain the narrow waist and wide hips she had as a mammal, so is still readily perceived by humans as female, similarly her face, though hideous, is still a face, not a dragon-like snout.  She has fully jointed wings, rather than ptagia stretched between spines like Gargoyle, pale grey-green (nearly white) on the underside, and much darker above (a typical pattern for soaring animals).  She literally snaps her fingers to evoke her pyrokinetic powers, probably as a learned limitation to help control them, since pyrokinesis is notoriously dangerous (though for years that fanciful 'gesture' led to the perception she was magical or "half-" mystical dragon) .  Until the Air War it had been years since she'd done anything more than light a campfire or a doobie with them.
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    I apologize for this, but it's a villain concept I used a long while back, and it seemed funny at the time.  
     
    The Great White Hunter
     
    Clad in pith helmet, jungle fatigues, and trophies like a tooth-necklace and lion's pelt (sorry 'bout your dad, Kimba), armed with a powerful hunting rifle, an eye for targets' weaknesses, and an assegai for close-in work, The Great White Hunter stalks his prey:  White rhinos, the rare white tiger, the largest & most rapacious of sharks, American Presidents, tech billionaires, Aryan supervillians .... 
    Yes, if it's great and it's white, he hunts it, whether as poacher, professional assassin, or just avid player of the most dangerous game.
     
    Obviously, as part of TUSK, TGWH is the killer, he takes the shot - whether prized animal or annoying game warden - and lets the others handle the rest.  When operating in the West, he hires native bearers and guides to help him find his prey in the unfamiliar concrete jungles.
     
     
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    Mirror-Mirror

    Mirror-Mirror appears to be a human almost completely covered in a reflective costume that shows only their vaguely almond-shaped, dark, eyes. Their form is so distorted and constantly shifting that it is impossible to determine their bodily proportions, and they do not seem to understand any language nor do they speak except to laugh. Laughter that ranges from hideous and maniacal to carefree to lilting to childlike to bitterly ironic or even barely distinguishable from hysterical tears. Mirror-Mirror is a shape changer, or perhaps rather shape-distorter or even space-distorter, and changes size (growth/shrinking) and proportions (stretching) virtually every time they move. It's not at all clear if those powers are voluntary.
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    Pop-Scare

    Bárðarbunga Hvannadalshnúkursdottir is /Huldufólk/, one of an ancient tribe of peaceful other-dimensional fairy-like beings living, from the earthly perspective, in large rocks. When Bárðarbunga's rock was blown to bits for a road-cut, she was, fortunately, out shopping ( /Huldufólk/ do all the same everday things as humans), but when she returned home to find herself homeless, she was miffed. After driving the unfortunate construction company out of business with unexplained accidents, she wandered off in search of a new home. Sadly all the nice big lava rocks on the island were taken, or had exhorbidant rent (again, they're just like people), so she headed overseas. After much wandering, she found a "haunted house" somewhere in North America and participated in the humans' amusing ritual of scaring eachother. It was fun, but it didn't last, so she went looking for similar places, putting several fun houses out of business until Ring Master recruited her.
    In her natural form, at least, on the earthly plane, Bárðarbunga is a three inch tall pudgy humanoid with frizzy bright red hair that stands on end prettymuch all the time, and, superfluously, she can turn invisible or shunt herself into the otherworld if she really doesn't want to be seen. In combat, she uses limited telepathy to intuit a victims instinctive or childhood fears and briefly grows to an appropriate size to assume the form of that fear, then vanishes again. Enemies who spot, or worse, hurt her, and those she can't read fears from, she'll attack in a human-sized warty-green-skinned black-haired (still standing on end) superhumanly-strong 'troll' form, preferably employing 'growth momentum' to really wallop them.
    While it's a really low bar, Pop-Scare is probably the most dependable member of the group, able, for instance, to patiently wait in ambush or for a signal, and the most nearly likely to stick to a battle plan for a phase or two before getting distracted by someone with a really amusing fear.
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    The Macronaut

    The universe was doomed. Every scientist, ever theologian, every leader agreed. It was inevitable. Afterall the universe was a closed system, even if it was an astounding 1.775e+25 times the radius of the one known inhabbited world within it, and it's central core was inherrently unstable, once the unimaginably masive core split, the cataclysmic energies released would erase existance as everyone knew it. Perhaps some other universe or universes might follow after it, but surely no sentience would survive the transition.
    But there was one particularly outre physicist - or perhaps, philosopher, at his level the distinction was often moot - who disagreed. He theorized that the universe was neither finite nor closed, but made up of a potentially infinite number of parallel, separate but similar universes, and that travel out among them, in some vastly greater Macroverse, might be possible. Not for a being as infinitessimal as a person, but for beings, themselves, composed, each, of many usiverses, unnamable beings vaster and older than time itself. To prove his theory, he set out to become one of them, expanding his mind to encompass the whole known universe and slowing his thoughts until whole lifetimes slipped by in an instance, he waited for the inevitable end and harnessed that release of energy, riding outward, ever outward, ever expanding his mind and building for himself a form unimaginably vast...
    ... Macronaut appears, in our universe, as a transparent, midnight-blue humanoid with brilliant points of lights - almost like stars or galaxies - suspended within it. It is less cohesive than normal matter ( cf: https://www.herogames.com/forums/topic/101181-a-variant-density-decreasealternate-desolid-idea/ ) and can expand it's form eventually becoming intangible, then invisible, then ceasing to exist (X-D move to the next-greater 'macroverse,' perhpas), or compress itself (Shrinking +DI), eventually dropping back into a 'microverse' (XDM again). Unfortunately, it's diffuse body is made up mostly of fissionable atoms, and it needs a steady supply of more to sustain itself, and, even more dangerously, if it chooses to compress itself while feeding, can trigger a fission chain reaction. Thus it is a villain, or at leat a danger. From it's point of view, our world is a place of elder beings of alien form and hideous complexitiy possessed of ponderous, calous, incomprehensible mentalities - to the Macronaut, we are not just monsters, but Lovecraftian horrors.



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    Paradox

    "... we're so sorry for your loss  ..."
               "... take all the time you need ..."
                             "... if you need anything  ..."
    "... they're in a better place  ..."
                  "... not your fault ..." 
                              "...  just an accident ..."   
                                      "...  random chance  ..."
                                                              "...  it's God's will..."
                                                                        "... uncarring universe ..."
                                                                                   "... no one to blame ..."
    "... Lina, we haven't heard from you in so long, please, don't do any-"
     
    "That's odd!   I've never pulled in a quantum alternate before.  In every other case I've switched universes with the alternate - of course, you'd see me as the alternate - but, there's just no way it could have happened, I may have to revise quantum theory, entirely.  If there is a Lina Bachmann in the alternate, we must swap places, if there isn't, I shouldn't be able to reach it, at all.  Oh, I'm sorry, you look confused.  I forget that not all of me went into theoretical physics.  What did you?"  "Oh, experimental, well, that's important too, why I'm doing experiments now, I couldn't *get* an experimental physists to help me on this project, it's too radical, but I guess you were-"  "No?  Particle physics?  Now I was never interest -"  "Why, no, of course I never married, my work is far more..."  "Now, don't get upset, this takes some adjustment..."  "What?  Who?  No I... oh, that jock I tutored in colllege who killed himself?  Why I'd almost forgotten about it, tragic of course, but what's it got to do wi-"   
     
    Lina Bachmann, controversial quantum physicist, was found strangled to death, her lab was ransacked.  Some investigators consider her to be the first victim of the supervillain known a Paradox.  Paradox is a non-humanoid robot or small piloted 'mecha' it has two long leg that bend 'backward' at the knee and several much smaller manipulative and weapon-mounting limbs attached to or housed within it's oblong main body.  It  has something of an improvised appearance.   It appeared suddenly and began a campaign of theft, focusing on high-tech components and materials.  It seems able to vanish (presumably teleport a long distance, or shift to another dimension) or to exist in two places at once or occupy the same space as other objects.  It's purpose remains unknown.  Scientists and engineers have assured investigators that the technologies it is trying to acquire are no more dangerous than the robot itself, indeed, probably much less so, and would only be of interest to a physicist searching for the Higgs boson...
     
     
     
     
     
     
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    That's weird, I've been reading old threads that have plenty of them.   Oh, well, it'll be less cool, but I'll complete the above without 'em.
     
     
     
    In an alternate time line where Charles Darwin joined the newly-created Scottland Yard instead of embarking on the HMS Beagle, he was still inspired to develop his theory of evolution, but the inspirations were not odd animals from around the globe, but a surge of human mutations in Lodon.  Who were the first 8 of The Nine Terrors who terrorized London for 50 years? (the 9th and last being the non-powered Jack the Ripper, of course, who was also, ironically, the only one never identified) 
     
    The villains should all be Marvel-style mutants and aren't a team per se, though some of them may have opperated at the same time, most should have appeared in the 1830s and all the mutants should have appeared before 1850, Jack the Ripper was 1880s. I just wanted to be very sure to leave him out of it.  
    They should reflect the demogrpahics and dismal conditions of Victorian London.  If we fall short of 9 (which sounded poetic to me) and someone wants to move on, just say "...and the rest, though terrifying serial killers, were just 'normal' people..." and name the next group.   You can decide if your Terror was apprehended, killed, vanished, reformed, disected, has descendents -  or is still at large nearly 200 years later.
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    The Spitalfields Slasher
     
    The Slasher did not draw great attention, only a few of his victims died, and all of them were rough men of violence, themselves, eliciting little sympathy even if they did come forward to report being attacked.  None the less his unique description - a powerfully-built man of no great height, but profusely hairy and downright bestial in appearance - led to his apprehension.  He was shot several times, presumed dead, and partially dissected.  The long deadly claws that gave him his name proved to be natural, retractable, appendages, like those of a cat, rather than an exotic weapon, like the Indian bagh nakh as originally assumed.  Before a more thorough autopsy could be performed the body mysteriously vanished in the night.  
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    Opal reacted to Jhamin in Superheroes: the Tacit Warrior Elite   
    I think the real issue with this sort of thing is that if Stark brand ARC Reactors put OPEC out of business there would be a LOT of knock-of effects and most comic book creators don't want to deal with that.  They want Iron Man punching WhipLash and don't want to tell a story about how gas stations everywhere are out of business because everyone's StarkCar has infinite range now and what that is doing to small town America.  Same with how Spiderman's webshooters aren't standard issue nonlethal side-arms for Police (and pay for Aunt May's healthcare), allowing them to web up low level supercriminals without calling out the Avengers every time Electro holds up a Credit Union.

    You do see changed societies in "what if" and alternate future type stories but never in the main continuity.  If Heroes actually changed the world the comics would get further and further from the world people live in.
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    There is a scene in one of the Batman story lines where he and dead/alive Robin are talking over a beaten/not dead Joker about the futility of just arresting the criminals only to have them escape/get released instead of killing them and ending it permanently. Batman says that if he ever started down that path he would never be able to stop. He knows he can't become the judge, jury and executioner but he also realizes there is a real need (in his world) for someone with the means and commitment keep the fighting the good fight. He doesn't do it for his justice or his glory. He goes after people the normal system can't, for whatever reason, and then steps back as soon as the system can get a hand on the situation. If the system looses control then he is there again to bring control back to the system. That includes controlling the system when it strays from its own stated ideal. Both Bats and Super follow a code but it is a code others can point to and say "See? Here is what you are supposed to do." And they are able to do this despite their personal feelings while having their personal feelings providing the motivation to take what action is needed. 
    In super hero storylines the writer always knows who is who and what the back story is. They know who is in the right and who isn't. Sometimes that is the story, that the character may not know but the writer definitely does. In real life we often don't have the full story. We are not the writer and don't know the full back story so when people in real life start acting like they do it scares us because deep down we can see ourselves as the ones being judged without all the facts.
    I find it amusing (cynic that I am) that when, as LL pointed out, the heroes are acting directly at the behest of the government or system it ends up being more unforgiving and tyrannical that when individuals do similar things. I guess this leads back to the Warrior/Soldier argument. One is an individual the other part of a group. One has flexibility, one has regulation and standardization.
     
    Ok getting sleepy and feel I am beginning to ramble. Night.
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    That's a great way of putting it.  Superheroes exist not to fight crime, but to fight extraordinary dangers.  True, Superman's first villains were all ordinary people and he was just the ultimate geek's wish fulfillment of going around dealing with problems with massive power to back you up.  But in time the concept developed into something less unnerving and troubling, into one you describe above.
     
    Superheroes are moral agents of protection fighting evil in a chaotic world.  Their job isn't to avenge or bring justice, their job is to handle what the regular forces cannot, so that the regular forces can then take over.  Modern comic book (and film) writers don't get this: they think its about defending the powerless and bringing social justice, because they think everything is about that.  Superheroes are a special force that a world with superheroes needs because it has monsters erupting from the ground and aliens from space and VIPER agents trying to blow up the statue of liberty. 
     
    To a certain extent its about protecting and serving; like Superman stopping a tornado or Green Lantern corking a volcano, the Flash saving people from a flood, etc.  But when it comes to fighting and putting your life on the line, its not about power or control, its about service and dealing with the extraordinary.  Superheroes can do things like fly food to a starving nation and rush a vaccine to a plague around to everyone.  But their combat "warrior elite" level of action is not about the ordinary.
     
    For GMs this is a useful tool to understand how to handle writing and running scenarios.  Champions is not like any other RPG because of this. Every other game you're a free agent doing usually self-serving things.  To get treasure, power, advance a cause, gain things and accomplish goals.  Champions is about none of those things.  You don't go home with treasure or a title.  You go home realizing you did good and helped people.
     
    Also, that concept helps explain why it is that its rare in comics for the system to be realistically portrayed as broken, corrupt, and lazy as it really is.  Because the system has to work for any of this to be possible.  Spider-Man cannot stop The Green Goblin and turn him over to the police, if the Attorny General is just going to set him free because he was only helping BLM protesters out.  In a world where you cannot trust the system, superheroes have to become vigilantes carrying out justice, because there's none to appeal to or turn criminals over to.
     
    That's why movies such as Death Wish and their like became popular, because the system wasn't working and someone had to step up, at least in fiction.  For a Batman character to turn over things to the system when they can handle it again requires the system to work.
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    Government leaders, most leaders, really, are elites of one sort or another.  They're not literal warrior elites in modern western society, though some may have military experience, but more often political, academic, scientific, media, economic, etc 'elites.'   
     
    You can contrast soldier and warrior that way, though I doubt either word has quite so precise a dictionary meaning, I think it's potentially a fair contrast.  But, by the same token Warriors tend to act as individuals, concerned with their own honor, prefer to intimidate enemies, protect allies, and follow a code or at least their own conscience.  Warriors can be good or bad people.   In contrast, soldiers act collectively, follow orders and rules of engagement, efficiently 'reduce' enemy forces, 'interdict' their sources of supply, and accept 'collateral damage' as part of doing business.   Soldiers may be good or bad individuals, but they can't manage to be much better or worse, collectively, than the system they serve.
     
    Oh, and in western culture, particularly American culture (yes there is such a thing), jobs /are/ an important identity.
     
    It does happen.  In the Kalevala, the Finnish national epic, Ilmarinen, a major character, is the supernatural smith who makes the wonderous Sampo.  While we have lots of action movies and tv shows about violent heroes, we also revere inventors, the inventor as hero was a strong theme in American literature from the mid 19th through the late 20th century (it's falling out of vogue, today) and that's arguably a crafter archetype (that many superhero origins fit).  Similarly, modern entertainment celebrates and reveres healers - doctors, surgeons, nurses & first responders.  And, getting back to myth, Penelope's maintenance of Ithaca's independence, in spite of a hoard of bullying suitors who would take her husband's place is an important part of the Odyssey, so there's a hearth-tender, too (oh, and another crafter - Trick of the Tapestry, remember).  (And before you call her obscure, how many boys do you know named 'Odysseus'?   )
     
    Ultimately, I think we have superheroes for two pretty good reasons:
     
    1) America didn't have a stable of pre-Enlightenment heroes, gods & monsters to draw upon.
    2) We need stories that illustrate the importance of individual responsibility, and give examples of heroes who are responsible, in spite of having no one to enforce that responsibility on them.  Spiderman's story spells out 'with great power comes great responsibility' very explicitly, but Superman epitomizes it since he has just sooo much power, he absolutely should be corrupted by it, but instead he's a total boy scout.
     
     
     
     
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    Snapdragon
     
    After spending 20 years in Stronghold's 'Hot Sleep,' this notorious late 70s, WITCH-associate supervillain retired to a commune in the Santa Cruz hills.  Since her pyrokinetic powers can simply set enemies on fire with a snap of her fingers, as well as project bolts or cones of flame, it was hard to tell, at first, who she may have been inflicting damage on.  Once the illusion dropped and  her large wings and humanoid-reptilian features were visible she was identified, and it was clear that she had been fighting on the 'same side' as a demonic entity and the obscure Homeland-security-flunky Firely.  Maybe someone thought 'fire' needed to be a theme?
    As soon as the chaos sorted itself out, Snapdragon descended to ground level and surrendered to authorities, her parole was violated but we she got off with just a few more years of probation.  She gave a full account of her experience.  She'd been sunning herself on the upper branches of a giant sequoia (one of the downsides of being 'cold blooded') and had just started her first sun salutation, when she suddenly found herself over New York, under attack along with a 'team' she intuitive new were on her side, somehow.  Still not fully warmed up from the cold morning, she spread her wings on thermals to gain heat and altitude, torching 'enemies' that got too close, then coordinated with her 'teammates' to concentrate fire on one enemy at a time (an old tactic from back in the day).   Once the illusion dropped, and the sense sense of 'sides' faded (which was not immediate, she did realize one 'enemy' was armored once she could see him clearly, and set some of his internal systems on fire), she dived into the wooded areas of central park to escape the conflict.  
    She latter regretted not getting to meet Tankhunter, who had been an idol of her's in college, when she was still an antiwar student protestor, before she'd turned radical environmentalist and been exposed to the reptilizing serum that granted her powers while freeing lab animals from a medical research facility.
    Like any proper reptile, Snapdragon keeps her naughty bits safely tucked away in a tightly sealed cloaca, and lacks any mammary tissue, instead her chest and abdomen are protected by hard bands of yellow-green osteoderms, the rest of her body is covered by finer, darker green-grey scales, so she goes sans costume without rousing comment.  She does, however, retain the narrow waist and wide hips she had as a mammal, so is still readily perceived by humans as female, similarly her face, though hideous, is still a face, not a dragon-like snout.  She has fully jointed wings, rather than ptagia stretched between spines like Gargoyle, pale grey-green (nearly white) on the underside, and much darker above (a typical pattern for soaring animals).  She literally snaps her fingers to evoke her pyrokinetic powers, probably as a learned limitation to help control them, since pyrokinesis is notoriously dangerous (though for years that fanciful 'gesture' led to the perception she was magical or "half-" mystical dragon) .  Until the Air War it had been years since she'd done anything more than light a campfire or a doobie with them.
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    Snapdragon
     
    After spending 20 years in Stronghold's 'Hot Sleep,' this notorious late 70s, WITCH-associate supervillain retired to a commune in the Santa Cruz hills.  Since her pyrokinetic powers can simply set enemies on fire with a snap of her fingers, as well as project bolts or cones of flame, it was hard to tell, at first, who she may have been inflicting damage on.  Once the illusion dropped and  her large wings and humanoid-reptilian features were visible she was identified, and it was clear that she had been fighting on the 'same side' as a demonic entity and the obscure Homeland-security-flunky Firely.  Maybe someone thought 'fire' needed to be a theme?
    As soon as the chaos sorted itself out, Snapdragon descended to ground level and surrendered to authorities, her parole was violated but we she got off with just a few more years of probation.  She gave a full account of her experience.  She'd been sunning herself on the upper branches of a giant sequoia (one of the downsides of being 'cold blooded') and had just started her first sun salutation, when she suddenly found herself over New York, under attack along with a 'team' she intuitive new were on her side, somehow.  Still not fully warmed up from the cold morning, she spread her wings on thermals to gain heat and altitude, torching 'enemies' that got too close, then coordinated with her 'teammates' to concentrate fire on one enemy at a time (an old tactic from back in the day).   Once the illusion dropped, and the sense sense of 'sides' faded (which was not immediate, she did realize one 'enemy' was armored once she could see him clearly, and set some of his internal systems on fire), she dived into the wooded areas of central park to escape the conflict.  
    She latter regretted not getting to meet Tankhunter, who had been an idol of her's in college, when she was still an antiwar student protestor, before she'd turned radical environmentalist and been exposed to the reptilizing serum that granted her powers while freeing lab animals from a medical research facility.
    Like any proper reptile, Snapdragon keeps her naughty bits safely tucked away in a tightly sealed cloaca, and lacks any mammary tissue, instead her chest and abdomen are protected by hard bands of yellow-green osteoderms, the rest of her body is covered by finer, darker green-grey scales, so she goes sans costume without rousing comment.  She does, however, retain the narrow waist and wide hips she had as a mammal, so is still readily perceived by humans as female, similarly her face, though hideous, is still a face, not a dragon-like snout.  She has fully jointed wings, rather than ptagia stretched between spines like Gargoyle, pale grey-green (nearly white) on the underside, and much darker above (a typical pattern for soaring animals).  She literally snaps her fingers to evoke her pyrokinetic powers, probably as a learned limitation to help control them, since pyrokinesis is notoriously dangerous (though for years that fanciful 'gesture' led to the perception she was magical or "half-" mystical dragon) .  Until the Air War it had been years since she'd done anything more than light a campfire or a doobie with them.
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