Name: Neon
Abilities
Light creation and manipulation. Shoots distinctive energy that gives off different color phases depending on what Neon is using his powers for. Neon uses his abilities, nicknamed Spectrum to accelerate himself, fly, shoot piercing beams, create balls of energy that explode on impact, and slowly heal himself as well as others. Knows the basics of hand to hand combat.
Abilities
Light creation and manipulation. Shoots distinctive energy that gives off different color phases depending on what Neon is using his powers for. Neon uses his abilities, nicknamed Spectrum to accelerate himself, fly, shoot piercing beams, create balls of energy that explode on impact, and slowly heal himself as well as others. Knows the basics of hand to hand combat.
Weaknesses
Besides the powers he has, Neon is a normal human, hits to his vital spots will mortally wound him if not kill him immediately. Most of his spectrum abilities involve his hands and feet, so covering them up with anything that absorbs light would effectively cease his use of powers for the time being. He is an overconfident hot-head, so luring him into traps is fairy easy. To an extent, that is.
Story
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Average 19 year old Drake Vans who resided in the city of New Corrier was not certainly not the type of person you would see as a highly respected gang member. His modest and humble personality just did not fit that sort of life. At least, that was his alibi around other people and family members, as he was hiding a more deviant and cocky attitude underneath.
His group of friends, Jess, Dallas, and Joey were all supportive of his life, hell, they all joined his gang to hang out with him more. The futuristic street gang, named Hellfire, had both strength, and toys on their side. Helicopters, Ferraris, and small tanks did the talking for them. They owned the streets, and the city loved them for protecting it from outside street punks looking for more territory. To the point where it was considered a small army.
Other bordering city gangs felt threatened by the increasing success of Hellfire, but were all stopped in their tracks by the sheer power of the protectors of New Corrier City. For popular vote, and the need for a more appropriate name, as they were now revered heroes of the City, the gang was renamed as The Gaurdians. H.I.V.E, a sick and twisted military group was hired and was paid top-dollar by the defeated street gangs to stop the Gaurdians. Backed with biologists, a vast amount of money and plenty of resourses, H.I.V.E created genetically enhanced soldiers who had Drake captured, in a high-tech facility, and near dead.
One of the biologists working on genetic elemental power, ordered to execute the prisoners caught Drake's eye. He knew what he was about to do was wrong. He lowered his gun, reached in his pocket, and pulled out a syringe. a dose this massive would have permanent effects, he thought to himself.would be more than enough to get him out of this hellhole. He poked Drake with it, and the contents of the genetic material entered his DNA. Beams of light flowed from his body. Drake looked at his rescuer, realising what he had done. The Gaurdians burst into the facility hoping they were not too late.
As they aided the escape of all of the prisonsers, including drake and the biologist, their leader sacrificed himself to ensure his loving gang escaped alive. Devastated, the gaurdians vowed to avenge their leader and destroy H.I.V.E. Drake was apointed leader, along with Jess, Dallas, and Joey as co-leaders. Drake took the name of Neon, an alias he would use until every H.I.V.E member was dealt with. His new powers would help him see to that.
His group of friends, Jess, Dallas, and Joey were all supportive of his life, hell, they all joined his gang to hang out with him more. The futuristic street gang, named Hellfire, had both strength, and toys on their side. Helicopters, Ferraris, and small tanks did the talking for them. They owned the streets, and the city loved them for protecting it from outside street punks looking for more territory. To the point where it was considered a small army.
Other bordering city gangs felt threatened by the increasing success of Hellfire, but were all stopped in their tracks by the sheer power of the protectors of New Corrier City. For popular vote, and the need for a more appropriate name, as they were now revered heroes of the City, the gang was renamed as The Gaurdians. H.I.V.E, a sick and twisted military group was hired and was paid top-dollar by the defeated street gangs to stop the Gaurdians. Backed with biologists, a vast amount of money and plenty of resourses, H.I.V.E created genetically enhanced soldiers who had Drake captured, in a high-tech facility, and near dead.
One of the biologists working on genetic elemental power, ordered to execute the prisoners caught Drake's eye. He knew what he was about to do was wrong. He lowered his gun, reached in his pocket, and pulled out a syringe. a dose this massive would have permanent effects, he thought to himself.would be more than enough to get him out of this hellhole. He poked Drake with it, and the contents of the genetic material entered his DNA. Beams of light flowed from his body. Drake looked at his rescuer, realising what he had done. The Gaurdians burst into the facility hoping they were not too late.
As they aided the escape of all of the prisonsers, including drake and the biologist, their leader sacrificed himself to ensure his loving gang escaped alive. Devastated, the gaurdians vowed to avenge their leader and destroy H.I.V.E. Drake was apointed leader, along with Jess, Dallas, and Joey as co-leaders. Drake took the name of Neon, an alias he would use until every H.I.V.E member was dealt with. His new powers would help him see to that.
Personality
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Neon is a charming slacker who takes pride in causing as much damage and destruction as he can, when he can. Despite his sociopathic tendencies to break things, he has very high morals and won't kill unless neccissary. He is over-confident and a bit of a hot-head, but is known for coming up with tactics and ideas that no one else would. Unfortunately, he is also known for running into things head first without a plan in mind.
Appearance
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Neon has amber eyes that change color as his spectrum light does. He has medium lengh ebony hair that is slicked up. He usually wears a simple T-shirt with jeans around, with an occasional hoodie. Has tiny scars lining his semi-muscular body.
Demo~*~
Demo (Click to Show)
I need to burn something, Drake thought to himself while walking downtown with his friends by his side. He beamed at the thought of leveling at least one block during his mission.
"I know that look", Jess warned him sternly. "Do anything rash, and I lodge a bullet through your skull." She wrapped her arm around his shoulder to soften the threat a bit, as they were all practically family.
"Oooh, can I watch?" Joey laughed.
"Jess would murder you, hands down," Dallas chimed in cheerily.
"Hey, who leads the entire clan again?" Drake replied with a smirk.
"Last time I checked," A small group loomed before them, all carrying weapons. "None of you do." The dark figure in front continiued. "Now, is this going to get ugly, or will you give up and die without causing problems? Jess shot a glance at her teammates, and they met her's with looks of approval. She stepped forward a bit. "We came here because we got a few complaints of a foreign gang walking about. You should leave, before this does get ugly." The mysterious group shared looks of disbelief, and laughed. "We would tear you to shreds, don't even think about it, princess", another member sneered. Joey glanced at an insignia on each of the figure's flashy outfits.
"They're with H.I.V.E", he began, loud enough so that their enemies could hear. "Clearly nowhere near our caliber." A H.I.V.E agent snapped, and pulled out a gun, aimed directly at Joey. "Bullsh-t! I'll kill all four of you at once!", she screamed, and clicked the safety off. Suddenly, drake dissappeared with a flash of light. The H.I.V.Es looked shocked as he reappeared in front of them and jabbed her in the arm, forcing her to drop the weapon and yelp in pain. "What was that?", He asked. Without waiting for a responce, he kicked her, then a beam of light flashed from his foot just as the blow connected. It shot out, sending her through an abandonded building. The entire house collapsed on her, knocking her out. "One down for the count", Dallas chuckled as he and joey revealed their guns.
They shot at the H.I.V.Es, effectively scattering them as they dodged the bullets. Two male members sprinted towards Jess, blindly hoping to have the advantage of sex superiority. She dodged the first blow, caught the second, and dropkicked the first in his face. He crumpled to the ground. The second had no luck either, receiving a quick elbow to the chest. He lost his breath, and fell as well. Meanwhile, Drake punched another attacker, again finishing with a beam that sent him flying several feet back. A man that looked to be the leader of the sqaud stepped forward towards Drake, dodging a flying agent that Jess sent at him.
"You have skill," he started. "I'll give you that. Want to join H.I.V.E?" Drake smirked. "Do I look like a rat to you?" He smugly asked. The squad leader looked taken aback, then shot his arms forward, sending a gust of wind toward Drake. He blasted rays of energy from his feet, propelling him away from the attack. "I don't think so," he exclaimed as he sprinted toward the agent, a ball of energy at the ready. Remaining agents tried to block Drake's path, but were quickly shot down by Joey's sniper. As he got closer and closer, more and more blasts of wind came toward him. He was a foot away from his target, and stepped in to deliver the final blow, as a kick from the squad leader came down hard on his shoulder.
The ball of energy went out like a light, as the HIVE continued to send blow after blow at his foe. "Is there a problem?!", he bellowed. "Surely the leader of the Gaurdians can do better!" Just a bit more, until I can recharge, Drake assured himself as he dodged and parried attacks. He sent a punch toward the leader, but to no avail, it only met air as the squad captain veered to the side to avoid his fist. Air! Drake thought. I just need to use his powers against him. He slowed down a bit to egg the leader on, and sure enough, he sent a balled fist his way. Drake lept to the side, then kicked his arm, causing a quick jet of wind to shoot out. The blast spun the captain out of control, giving Drake the chance to get a few hits in. His enemy regained his composure, and once again was on the offensive. Jess, leaving Joey and Dallas to finish the others off, joined the fight.
She, having the element of surprise, dropped a blow to the leader's head. Outnumbered, and with Jess an opponent, outmatched, the squad leader lost control, and sent a flurry of blows, which none met their nimble targets. "Attack his arms and legs, his wind 'll do the rest!" Drake sent his strategy to Jess, and she responded with a nod "Shut your trap, kid!" the captain screetched and shot a kick to Drake. Jess saw her oppertunity and threw a punch at his heel, sending his leg spinning, which in turn, sent him spinning. Drake noticed a sudden surge of energy. Looks like I'm all charged up again, he said to himself. He shoved his foot into the leader's chest, stopping him from spinning, but now flying out into the air with a beam. Jess lept up, and landed a blow, sending him back down towards Drake, who had already charged up a huge ball of energy.
"NO! PLEASE, I BEG OF YOU!" The captain shouted, his fearful voice betraying his otherwise calm attitude. Drake shrank the size of the devestating energy ball, and slammed it into the leader's insignia on his chest, scratching only the sign off. The squad leader fell to the ground, crying out. Then, realing what happened, he slowly stood up in shock.
"Why?"
Drake kept his poker-face. "Why what?", he said dismissively.
"Why didn't you... kill me?" The soldier asked, still shocked. Drake stood proudly, dusting off his jeans.
"The Gaurdians don't kill an enemy who chooses to surrender." The ex-soldier once again became teary eyed. "Now get back to your family." He looked down at the ground, crestfallen.
"I have none." Drake, Jess, and Dallas with Joey gave each other looks.
"Then you can come with us. You're an honorary gaurdian." The ex-soldier had a look of disbelief.
"Thanks...thanks alot. Neon, was it?" Drake held out his hand.
"Names Vans. Drake Vans. You?" He hesitated, but met it gingerly.
"I'm No. 1243." Joey stepped forward. "Your real name."
No. 1243 kept his eyes at the ground. "I don't remember.
"Jake it is, then. Welcome to the gang", Drake exclaimed. "Jake..." the ex-soldier repeated thouhtfully. He smiled. ~*~ End.
"I know that look", Jess warned him sternly. "Do anything rash, and I lodge a bullet through your skull." She wrapped her arm around his shoulder to soften the threat a bit, as they were all practically family.
"Oooh, can I watch?" Joey laughed.
"Jess would murder you, hands down," Dallas chimed in cheerily.
"Hey, who leads the entire clan again?" Drake replied with a smirk.
"Last time I checked," A small group loomed before them, all carrying weapons. "None of you do." The dark figure in front continiued. "Now, is this going to get ugly, or will you give up and die without causing problems? Jess shot a glance at her teammates, and they met her's with looks of approval. She stepped forward a bit. "We came here because we got a few complaints of a foreign gang walking about. You should leave, before this does get ugly." The mysterious group shared looks of disbelief, and laughed. "We would tear you to shreds, don't even think about it, princess", another member sneered. Joey glanced at an insignia on each of the figure's flashy outfits.
"They're with H.I.V.E", he began, loud enough so that their enemies could hear. "Clearly nowhere near our caliber." A H.I.V.E agent snapped, and pulled out a gun, aimed directly at Joey. "Bullsh-t! I'll kill all four of you at once!", she screamed, and clicked the safety off. Suddenly, drake dissappeared with a flash of light. The H.I.V.Es looked shocked as he reappeared in front of them and jabbed her in the arm, forcing her to drop the weapon and yelp in pain. "What was that?", He asked. Without waiting for a responce, he kicked her, then a beam of light flashed from his foot just as the blow connected. It shot out, sending her through an abandonded building. The entire house collapsed on her, knocking her out. "One down for the count", Dallas chuckled as he and joey revealed their guns.
They shot at the H.I.V.Es, effectively scattering them as they dodged the bullets. Two male members sprinted towards Jess, blindly hoping to have the advantage of sex superiority. She dodged the first blow, caught the second, and dropkicked the first in his face. He crumpled to the ground. The second had no luck either, receiving a quick elbow to the chest. He lost his breath, and fell as well. Meanwhile, Drake punched another attacker, again finishing with a beam that sent him flying several feet back. A man that looked to be the leader of the sqaud stepped forward towards Drake, dodging a flying agent that Jess sent at him.
"You have skill," he started. "I'll give you that. Want to join H.I.V.E?" Drake smirked. "Do I look like a rat to you?" He smugly asked. The squad leader looked taken aback, then shot his arms forward, sending a gust of wind toward Drake. He blasted rays of energy from his feet, propelling him away from the attack. "I don't think so," he exclaimed as he sprinted toward the agent, a ball of energy at the ready. Remaining agents tried to block Drake's path, but were quickly shot down by Joey's sniper. As he got closer and closer, more and more blasts of wind came toward him. He was a foot away from his target, and stepped in to deliver the final blow, as a kick from the squad leader came down hard on his shoulder.
The ball of energy went out like a light, as the HIVE continued to send blow after blow at his foe. "Is there a problem?!", he bellowed. "Surely the leader of the Gaurdians can do better!" Just a bit more, until I can recharge, Drake assured himself as he dodged and parried attacks. He sent a punch toward the leader, but to no avail, it only met air as the squad captain veered to the side to avoid his fist. Air! Drake thought. I just need to use his powers against him. He slowed down a bit to egg the leader on, and sure enough, he sent a balled fist his way. Drake lept to the side, then kicked his arm, causing a quick jet of wind to shoot out. The blast spun the captain out of control, giving Drake the chance to get a few hits in. His enemy regained his composure, and once again was on the offensive. Jess, leaving Joey and Dallas to finish the others off, joined the fight.
She, having the element of surprise, dropped a blow to the leader's head. Outnumbered, and with Jess an opponent, outmatched, the squad leader lost control, and sent a flurry of blows, which none met their nimble targets. "Attack his arms and legs, his wind 'll do the rest!" Drake sent his strategy to Jess, and she responded with a nod "Shut your trap, kid!" the captain screetched and shot a kick to Drake. Jess saw her oppertunity and threw a punch at his heel, sending his leg spinning, which in turn, sent him spinning. Drake noticed a sudden surge of energy. Looks like I'm all charged up again, he said to himself. He shoved his foot into the leader's chest, stopping him from spinning, but now flying out into the air with a beam. Jess lept up, and landed a blow, sending him back down towards Drake, who had already charged up a huge ball of energy.
"NO! PLEASE, I BEG OF YOU!" The captain shouted, his fearful voice betraying his otherwise calm attitude. Drake shrank the size of the devestating energy ball, and slammed it into the leader's insignia on his chest, scratching only the sign off. The squad leader fell to the ground, crying out. Then, realing what happened, he slowly stood up in shock.
"Why?"
Drake kept his poker-face. "Why what?", he said dismissively.
"Why didn't you... kill me?" The soldier asked, still shocked. Drake stood proudly, dusting off his jeans.
"The Gaurdians don't kill an enemy who chooses to surrender." The ex-soldier once again became teary eyed. "Now get back to your family." He looked down at the ground, crestfallen.
"I have none." Drake, Jess, and Dallas with Joey gave each other looks.
"Then you can come with us. You're an honorary gaurdian." The ex-soldier had a look of disbelief.
"Thanks...thanks alot. Neon, was it?" Drake held out his hand.
"Names Vans. Drake Vans. You?" He hesitated, but met it gingerly.
"I'm No. 1243." Joey stepped forward. "Your real name."
No. 1243 kept his eyes at the ground. "I don't remember.
"Jake it is, then. Welcome to the gang", Drake exclaimed. "Jake..." the ex-soldier repeated thouhtfully. He smiled. ~*~ End.
Battles: Apocalyptic(Won)
Points: 1/0/0/0
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