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    The DC Animated Justice League and then Unlimited. I might be able to find a link for the shows. It's quite good

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    Superhero Name: Kopile
    Secret Identity: Born as Pyotr Alexander Grebenshchikov, currently goes by Peter Greben.
    Gender: Male
    Age: 28

    Appearance: (Physical, Dailywear, Hero Outfit): Peter is slightly taller then average, standing at around 5'9, and of muscular build. His eyes are a steely blue, a common characteristic shared amongst people of Russian descent, his hair, usually a dark blonde, has taken on the appearance of being even darker as Peter has recently given himself a crewcut, a fashion Peter claimed to have picked so that he could blend in with all the other Serbians in New York City. Peter's facial features are similar to other Russians, a strong chin line with a slight dimple in it, strong, highish, cheek bones. Peter also has a rather small, upturned nose.

    For his everyday clothes, Peter dons a simple long sleeved grey shirt, a the remains of a leather jacket that has had it's sleeves removed, a pair of normal pants, two plain combat boots complete Peter's rather normal and boring everyday wear.

    His heroic outfit isn't all that different, keeping the base essentials, his shirt, pants, and boots, Peter just throws on a pair of black gloves that house a nasty surprise for whoever he gets into a fist fight with, a black Flak Jacket that he uses for body armour, a special balaclava that he wears for protection of both his head, and of his person life.

    Personality: Peter is a rather rash and impatient individual, never choosing to stick around to listen to a plan when he knows that he can do the job quicker, not really caring if he endangers himself in the process, Always he first one on the lines, Peter will commonly rush towards the enemy, fists raised to pummel the nuisance into a bloody pulp. And if the poor sap has killed someone, or injured a child? Wow, Peter is gonna have a lot of fun with that guy, a lot of slow, painful, fun.

    The way that Peter sees it, is that everyone in the world is given one chance at being good, and one chance at being evil, he understands that in some places, doing dark, unjust things, is the only option, and he will restrain his rage from killing someone if it is the first time he has come in violence with someone, or if what they were doing was just a simple petty crime. But if the crime is murder, rape, or the person was just too stupid to stop being a criminal, Peter will not hesitate to put a bullet between their eyes.

    Peter is also known for his short fuse, and the rage that follows if that fuse is burnt. One of the main things that cause Peter to go over the edge quickly, is when his loyalties are questioned, just because he is Russian, it does not mean he is a spy for the great Motherland, and if some fool implies that, he will fight with whoever made those accusations, even if the person is on the same team as him.

    Abilities: Peter has no powers to speak of, however, due to his harsh up bringing, he has built up a higher resistance to pain, and a slightly higher durability than when compared to other people.

    Due to his daytime career as a construction worker, and his nighttime career as a man who runs around beating up fools who believe themselves to be better, Peter has built up his physical strength, and his hand to hand combat skills.

    Due to his previous teaching job back in Russia, Peter has been known to speak several different languages, such as Romanian, Croatian, Russian, German, and of course, English.

    Equipment: Due to Peter rather poor background, he doesn't have many things to use in his heroic career. Choosing to go down a cheaper route, Peter chooses to use a pair of simple brass knuckles, sometimes screwing in few pointed studs into them.

    A Tokareva pistol, Peter's Father's gun, and Peter's only means of ranged combat, not that he ever uses it for shoot outs, as he is a terrible shot. He saves this gun for other acts, like intimidation, interrogation, and if need be execution. Another weapon he commonly uses for the same reasons, is just a plain old knife, the threat of having body parts cut off is always a good deterrent.

    Besides these weapons, Peter wears two pieces of "kinda" armour, the first is a Flak Jacket, also known as a shrapnel jacket, Peter wears this over his chest and uses it to stop pistol rounds, not that it always works, but atleast it stops the bullets a bit. The second piece of armour is a re-enforced Balaclava, taking just a simple mask and adding some of the flak jacket material to help stop headshots from ruining his day.

    History: Born in a small Russian village to a drunkard of a father and a woman of ill repute for a mother, his father had served in the Bolshevik Army and had taken part in the October Revolution, and his mother was a prostitute that was "enlisted" to help the poor ailing soldiers at nights.

    Peter was raised in a harsh household, his father beat Peter most days, his reasons ranging from Peter not pulling his weight, that he was trying to make him stronger, and sometimes just because he felt like beating him. Peter's arms, legs, ribs, were all broken multiple times over his childhood, while they hurt, Peter told himself that he could take it, that there was nothing to do about it. The only thing that really hurt him, was what his father called him during every beating. Kopile, Russian for Bastard, he could not stand the mental damage.

    His mother tried her best to stop the beatings, she usually ended up getting beaten in Peter's place. And that's just how things were for years, until a few months after his sixteenth birthday. Peter was coming back from the work fields, and upon entering his home he was shocked by the sight of blood, his mother was laying broken and bloodied on the floor, his father sitting a chair, sipping out of a bottle of vodka.

    The sight of blood, and his father's calm demeanor just set something off in Peter, he ran at his father, striking him in the face, his father retaliated, saying how he was proud that his little Kopile had grown a pair. As the two continued to fight, Peter sucker punched his father and ran into his room. His father followed close behind and threw a punch that hit Peter in the nose, breaking it with a horrible Kkrrrttt noise. Peter ran towards a small cupboard that had been next to his parent's bed, picking it up, he threw it at his father, knocking the man to the ground. Peter looked down to the ground to find a small black pistol, he quickly picked it up and aimed it at the demon he had for a father. He tried to tell his father to leave, and to never return, but the drunk man did not care and attempted to stand up, there was only one thing Peter could do.... He pulled the trigger, hitting his father in the left eye, killing him instantly.

    As his father's body slumped over the cupboard, Peter didn't feel any bit of remorse. No fear, no guilt, just... a strange state of tranquility. He did know however he had no reason to stay here, with his mother dying. He packed what little he had, and left the village, vowing to never return.

    Peter bounced around for a few years, until he found a small school a few dozen miles from Moscow. It had been a secret school that attempted to teach the few children that went there about everything the world had to offer, the few teachers, an elderly man and his daughter around Peter's age, had smuggled in translated versions of history books and news papers.

    Peter assumed the position of a teacher, reading to the children, and learning to speak other languages besides his Russian. For the first time in his life, Peter was happy, there was no abuse, and no pain.

    After a year or two, Peter awoke in the middle of the night, the heat of a raging fire coming from the woods, he called out to hear if anyone would reply, there was just a deathly quiet. Peter was scared, he pulled out his father's pistol, a weapon he hadn't used in years, he ran out only to see that the school house was nothing more then ash. As the tears ran down his face, Peter looked around to see a trail of blood, as if someone had been dragged away.

    He followed the trail to a small camp, around four or five men sitting around a fire, eating a meat that Peter hoped that was just venison. The famine had driven people to do horrible things, but these things were unforgivable. He drew the gun, and fired on them, killing them all with out hesitation. He left the camp, believing he had done the right thing.

    With Russia progressively becoming worse, Peter saw that it was time to leave and decided to leave, and was smuggled out of Russia by a Norwegian fishing boat, that took him to England, where he got on another boat to New York City.

    After what seemed like an eternity on blasted boats, Peter was now in the land of opportunity, finding a job as a construction worker as no one was keen on hiring a Russian for a teacher, and changing his name to something a bit less Russian. He had hoped that America would've been different then Russia, better, safer. But as time went on, he saw that things weren't much different. Rapes and murders happened every other day.

    So one day, it just occurred to Peter, he had an idea, an idea to stop these crimes at the source. He bought the materials he needed, and then thought of what he could be called, a name that would strike fear into these criminals and stop them before they even think of committing these crimes. Then it hit him, Kopile, the name his father called him, the name that caused him so much pain. With everything thought out, Peter was ready.

    He began by cracking down on the gangs of his neighborhood, scraping out of these few early fights, he soon began slowly moving outwards, killing those who did not deserve to live.

    A year or so have pasted, and as tensions have risen, Peter has taken it upon himself to show that not all Russians are demented monsters that will destroy everything they come in contact with. And as he heard of a special call to arms in Washington, and has begun making his way there.
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    ACCEPTED! That's pretty interesting.

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    Can i resurve Captain Marvel?

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    RESERVED! Follow the rules and condition and we hope you can post often

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    Superhero Name: Major Abriss
    Secret Identity: Sara de Luc
    Gender: Female
    Age: 25

    Appearance: Sara is a tall woman, measuring a total five feet and 10 inches, and weighs in at 143 pounds after the super soldier experiment. Her face is a bit angled and sharp, not round or inherently pretty like most women, instead appearing more toned and edged. Her eyes are lavender, and her hair is cut short, only reaching the base of her neck and a dark black. Her ears and nose are slightly small, giving them a button appearance. She has a few burns along her arms and body, from the occasional accident with her explosives, but nothing horrible or disfiguring.

    For on the field of battle, Sara had to fight tooth and nail in order to prevent wearing some kind of ridiculous outfit, but the one she was given still had a bit of ridiculous to it. The base of the costume is a standard military outfit, with rows of belts that hold Sara’s explosives, and different types of grenades for her grenade launcher. It’s a dirty grey-black, perfect for camouflaging in the destroyed environments as well as sneaking around to plant bombs. However, she was still a symbol for the French soldiers, so she has to be visible for morale. Her helmet has a pattern of an explosion along it, with the very top of the helmet having a coating of plastic explosive in the shape of a mushroom plume. It’s an emergency bomb for her as well. On her back is a bold explosion image, in glorious red and yellow, with pieces of debris painted on. In the center of the explosion are a pair of sunglasses, with sharp angles at the ends. It’s painted on with neon paint, so when shined on with a light, it flashes back brightly.


    Personality: Sara is a vicious woman. She learned at a young age that the only way she would become successful in this time period is being the toughest her body could allow her to become, and more so through her mind. She lost the ability to laugh in any sense, even off the job, and is constantly working and moving towards the next point of her job and task. Despite the enhancements given to her from the super soldier projects, she’s scorned in the military for being a woman amoung men, and on more than one occasion, she’s been approached by military men in a sexual manor. She usually shoves grenades into the stomach of those that try to make advances on her.

    However, she does have a softer side, but she’s been trying for so long to hide it and remain the tough military girl her parents want her to be, that she’s basically forgotten about it. She absolutely adores cats and any other small animal, and does her best to try and care for orphans she finds. Unfourtently, this will not stop her from her missions, and this often results in mixed feelings from the public. These can get to her, if they happen often enough, and if she is approached too much about her actions, she breaks down into a sniveling wreck. At the moment, no one has tried this yet, and Sara hopes no one does before she can come to grips with what she has done.

    Abilities: Enhanced speed, strength, and minor enhanced healing abilities.

    Equipment: Sara carries explosives. All kinds, all shapes, with flair. For her primary method of actually combat, she uses a supped up grenade launcher. It has been increased in length, and as an added cylinder of air pressure for a farther launch distance. Instead of splitting down the middle for one chamber, it has a rotating carriage, with seven possible slots for grenades. As for kinds of explosives, she has landmines with trip wires, patches of plastic explosive, grenades to be hand thrown, and a special breed called fire bombs. Fire bombs are similar to molitov cocktails, but have the added effect of denoting first into a medium sized black powder bomb explosion, before unleasing a torruent of flames and flammable fluid. It’s an effective trench clearer, though it doesn’t have aim. If stuck in a melee situation, Sara can dual wield trench knives to defend herself.

    History: Sara de Luc was born in France on January 15th, 1920, to a militaristic family with a very long history of serving in different wars throughout the years. Most notably, her family boasts a claim that Joan of Ark herself, Maiden of Orleans, was their ancestor, though Sara believes firmly it’s a load a crap. Her mother was one of the ‘proper’ house wives at the time, not going against her husband in any argument, and even if she didn’t, he felt the need to remind her where her place is. Sara was similarly subjected, but unlike her broken mother, Sara fought back. At the age of five, Sara defended herself with a knife from another beating, and left her father’s arm scared. Instead of continuing, he laughed off the attack, and started to teach Sara the beauty and allure of war. A seething field of raw bloodshed that gave way to heroes and endless glory. He drooled often at the prospect of another war, and Sara slowly began to share his fever. She obsessed over maps and technics, following imaginary enemy positions with the same accercery as a war officer would.
    However, at the end of the day, no matter how many times she thought of glory and read military terms, she was still a girl. At the age of fourteen, when she started to grow out, a gang of boys attacked her when she was leaving her home for groceries. They tried to tear her clothes off, for her body, but she attacked and fought back, killing all five of them. While the police were quich to dismiss murder, Sara was still held in prison for six months. During that time, she grew even stronger, her fighting skills giving her enough of an advantage to survive in the prison. Her father, even prouder, decided to teach her about explosives next, keeping her away from her mother and others. Sara greedily learned, but the training was cut short at the age of 18, when her mother found out and forbid the military woman from continuing this training. Sara obayed out of habit, and wouldn’t smell the sweet scent of gunpowder and explosive till the age of 22, when her earlier experience and her father’s recommendation lead her to a secret facility.

    She was strapped down, and injected with the syhrum. It burned her body, feeling like a cauldren of boiling oil was poured into her. She writhed in pain, but refused to scream, internilizing the pain into her body. Once the procedure was done, she reacted to the officer as if she had been just placed under his command, despite the pain from earlier. She was outfitted in her uniform, but placed at private rank. Within the three years of her current service, she flew to Major rank, and took the name the Germans began to call her as her 'heroine' name: Abriss, meaning destruction and explosion in German. She liked the sound of it.
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    ACCEPTED! We need a few more people and hopefully Aloz won't let us down

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