Basically, this is just a nerfed version of the strategist characters. That's not a bad thing; it makes her easy to portray, I guess; but it just wasn't what I had been expecting, so I might have overreacted.
In addition, though... I had been working on wRHG characters on the side; the Undefeated One is basically getting difficult to portray for me. I'm not sure why; but I can't get into his head as easily as before. At any rate, it would be ridiculous to have a character called the Undefeated One and yet have him suffer a defeat; XD
So, I've been considering new characters. Less overpowered ones this time.
There was the one called MeToo, who I have a backstory for now.
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MeToo (Click to Show)
Name: MeToo. True name unknown.
Title: The Avenger, The Greater Being
Motto: As you do unto others, so do I do unto you.
Personality: Proud and cold. Extremely confident in his abilities, he views the other characters in the wRHG section as beneath him. Yet, despite his superiority complex, he also clearly holds himself in low regard. He believes himself to be a god amongst insects, in which he holds himself in low esteem but holds a lower still opinion for the rest of the wRHG world.
Appearance: Unknown. He wears a mask, cut from the skin of a human face, to conceal his identity. He is usually seen wearing A tattered cloak, so old and faded that it is only with much observation that you see it may have been red in colour.
Beneath the cloak, he wears brown or gray robes with large sleeves, from which he has been recorded to produce weapons completely identical to the weapons of choice of his foes. Sometimes, these weapons are too large to have been carried in his robes; theories say that he has an extra dimension in them.
Abilities: Too many to list. But he appears to use only whatever powers his foe also has. He is determined to beat anyone at their own game, whatever that game is.
Weakness: Despite being the most powered (if not most powerful) fighter in the world of wRHGs, he has just as a few crippling weaknesses.
1: Despite his plethora of abilities, he will only use whatever his opponents also possess. And although his abilities are many, they are not always as strong as his opponent’s.
2: He has a constant fear of being unmasked. If anyone ever pulls his mask from his face, he will suddenly disappear; teleporting himself vast distances in order to remain concealed.
3: Sometimes, simple objects or sentences cause him to have flashbacks; painful flashbacks that have done so much to actually paralyze him.
4: Most importantly, using his powers can cause him severe damage; though he never admits it. He was once recorded trying to levitate a car via telekinesis. He failed miserably mid-way when he collapsed in a fit.
Title: The Avenger, The Greater Being
Motto: As you do unto others, so do I do unto you.
Personality: Proud and cold. Extremely confident in his abilities, he views the other characters in the wRHG section as beneath him. Yet, despite his superiority complex, he also clearly holds himself in low regard. He believes himself to be a god amongst insects, in which he holds himself in low esteem but holds a lower still opinion for the rest of the wRHG world.
Appearance: Unknown. He wears a mask, cut from the skin of a human face, to conceal his identity. He is usually seen wearing A tattered cloak, so old and faded that it is only with much observation that you see it may have been red in colour.
Beneath the cloak, he wears brown or gray robes with large sleeves, from which he has been recorded to produce weapons completely identical to the weapons of choice of his foes. Sometimes, these weapons are too large to have been carried in his robes; theories say that he has an extra dimension in them.
Abilities: Too many to list. But he appears to use only whatever powers his foe also has. He is determined to beat anyone at their own game, whatever that game is.
Weakness: Despite being the most powered (if not most powerful) fighter in the world of wRHGs, he has just as a few crippling weaknesses.
1: Despite his plethora of abilities, he will only use whatever his opponents also possess. And although his abilities are many, they are not always as strong as his opponent’s.
2: He has a constant fear of being unmasked. If anyone ever pulls his mask from his face, he will suddenly disappear; teleporting himself vast distances in order to remain concealed.
3: Sometimes, simple objects or sentences cause him to have flashbacks; painful flashbacks that have done so much to actually paralyze him.
4: Most importantly, using his powers can cause him severe damage; though he never admits it. He was once recorded trying to levitate a car via telekinesis. He failed miserably mid-way when he collapsed in a fit.
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MeToo lived in an undisclosed location for an unknown period of time; what is known of this location, however, is that they practice racial discrimination of sorts. There were only two races in MeToo's homeland; one of these races was considered the master race, and the other the subservient race, considered to be of lower intelligence, ability, and generally inferior.
MeToo was one of the subservient creatures.
Humility was severely hammered into him; from his childhood, he had always been told that he was inferior to others in every way; and he accepted these statements as facts. Yet, it was not in his nature to take the role of a subservient creature; though he didn't know it yet.
Many years passed, and the child had grown into a teen. And as teens act, so did MeToo. When a member of the Master Race of his homeland, who's name was never revealed to us, insulted MeToo's ability to think, MeToo challenged her to a game of chess. And he won.
That was considered the ultimate insult to his homelands; MeToo was sentenced to death.
What happened next is unclear, but MeToo escaped his homelands, and has came to the world of wRHGs; yet his need to prove himself to be superior has not left him; whenever he perceives that his superiority over others is challenged, he grows insecure and masks this insecurity behind his anger.
MeToo was one of the subservient creatures.
Humility was severely hammered into him; from his childhood, he had always been told that he was inferior to others in every way; and he accepted these statements as facts. Yet, it was not in his nature to take the role of a subservient creature; though he didn't know it yet.
Many years passed, and the child had grown into a teen. And as teens act, so did MeToo. When a member of the Master Race of his homeland, who's name was never revealed to us, insulted MeToo's ability to think, MeToo challenged her to a game of chess. And he won.
That was considered the ultimate insult to his homelands; MeToo was sentenced to death.
What happened next is unclear, but MeToo escaped his homelands, and has came to the world of wRHGs; yet his need to prove himself to be superior has not left him; whenever he perceives that his superiority over others is challenged, he grows insecure and masks this insecurity behind his anger.
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The alley was dark.
And very, very shadowy.
It was also narrow.
Narrow, and long.
So long, and so dark, that it was impossible to see what lay at its end.
Across the street waiting at a bus stop, a little boy was peering into the alleyway, squinting to see if he could better see what lay inside.
“Momma,” he said, at last. “What’s inside that alleyway?”
“I don’t know, and I certainly don’t care,” replied his mother, who was currently busy checking her watch again and again. “If it wasn’t for you, we could have caught the last bus and we wouldn’t be late now. Really, why couldn’t you wake up when I ask you to? It wasn’t the first time…”
As his mother talked, the little boy blocked out the sound of her voice. Something had caught his attention.
Across the street, a strange-looking man was staring into the alley.
He looked a lot like Little Red Riding Hood, but much, much dirtier. His hood was so dirty it was almost gray in colour, and for some reason, he didn’t wear a suit or hurry along like most men in the streets.
Instead, he simply stood in front of the alley, arms crossed, staring aimlessly into its depths.
Then, all of a sudden, the man turned around, and looked right at the boy.
The little boy gulped.
The man’s face was terrible; it wasn’t ugly, nor was it scarred in any way, but it was simply… not right.
His face was completely expressionless.
Not expressionless as in calm; not even that. It was expressionless like Grandpa’s face was expressionless after he had his heart problem.
It was the face of a dead man.
The Little boy shivered as the man stared at him.
Then, with a loud, screeching sound, the bus pulled into the station, blocking the child’s view of the strange man with a red hood.
Suddenly not feeling very curious at all, the little boy got onto the bus, all in silence. His mother didn’t notice; grown-ups never notice anything.
But the boy dared to look through the window at the alley again – and to his relief, the man had gone. But there was something strange.
Something not right.
With a soft gasp, the boy almost fell off his seat as the bus pulled out of the station.
For the alley had disappeared.
And very, very shadowy.
It was also narrow.
Narrow, and long.
So long, and so dark, that it was impossible to see what lay at its end.
Across the street waiting at a bus stop, a little boy was peering into the alleyway, squinting to see if he could better see what lay inside.
“Momma,” he said, at last. “What’s inside that alleyway?”
“I don’t know, and I certainly don’t care,” replied his mother, who was currently busy checking her watch again and again. “If it wasn’t for you, we could have caught the last bus and we wouldn’t be late now. Really, why couldn’t you wake up when I ask you to? It wasn’t the first time…”
As his mother talked, the little boy blocked out the sound of her voice. Something had caught his attention.
Across the street, a strange-looking man was staring into the alley.
He looked a lot like Little Red Riding Hood, but much, much dirtier. His hood was so dirty it was almost gray in colour, and for some reason, he didn’t wear a suit or hurry along like most men in the streets.
Instead, he simply stood in front of the alley, arms crossed, staring aimlessly into its depths.
Then, all of a sudden, the man turned around, and looked right at the boy.
The little boy gulped.
The man’s face was terrible; it wasn’t ugly, nor was it scarred in any way, but it was simply… not right.
His face was completely expressionless.
Not expressionless as in calm; not even that. It was expressionless like Grandpa’s face was expressionless after he had his heart problem.
It was the face of a dead man.
The Little boy shivered as the man stared at him.
Then, with a loud, screeching sound, the bus pulled into the station, blocking the child’s view of the strange man with a red hood.
Suddenly not feeling very curious at all, the little boy got onto the bus, all in silence. His mother didn’t notice; grown-ups never notice anything.
But the boy dared to look through the window at the alley again – and to his relief, the man had gone. But there was something strange.
Something not right.
With a soft gasp, the boy almost fell off his seat as the bus pulled out of the station.
For the alley had disappeared.
There is also another, more recent idea of mine; of a character who has only one ability, which mainly came about via training.
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Name: Unsure
Age: unspecified
Appearance: His face never smiles; he never shows any emotion but hatred and anger. He wears casual clothes, but never has any sleeves. Not if he wants to do what he does best.
Ability:
He has trained his right hand to grab and strangle things with lightning speed; Every single day, he goes through the same motion again and again, for at least a thousand times each day; to grab a training dummy by the throat and snap its neck with a twist of the thumb. It is a simple motion; but it is such a quick motion that there is no avoiding it.
He has also been observed grabbing swords with his bare hands; to do this, he thrusts his hand into white hot steel every day to make his nerves dead against pain, as well as thickening his skin so that he can now grab even bullets out of the air (though grabbing bullets does hurt him, causing his hand to bleed).
Superhuman abilities:
1 - An iron hand
It is unknown how he can do this; but his entire right arm seems to be a weapon in and of itself. He has been seen to block a sword blow with his forearm, has even been observed catching a bullet fired at him (though he had caught it by grasping it between his thumb and index finger; not by blocking it).
2 - Enhanced vision
It is unknown if he had went through training to acquire this ability or if he was born with it; but at any rate, his vision is excellent at picking up movements. This allows him to grab things much sooner than before they can reach him.
3 - Supreme reflexes
It is agreed that he has very good reflexes that allows him to react very quickly to strangle or catch any threats to him. Again, whether this was trained into him or was supernatural in origin is up to debate.
It would be highly appreciated if you guys could tell me if they're OP. Or if they're too boring.