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[Digital Hellhound]

The security system is down, the inmates are on the loose and it won't be long until the last of the cryo-tanks fail and the worst examples of humanity are released upon the world. A mass escape is imminent, and we do not have the manpower to contain it. I fear there is no time to evacuate any staff that might remain inside. We must bring up the barrier now. I pray for their souls, but we must wait until the dust has settled before acting. For now, the Black Castle is a battleground between the worst humanity has to offer.

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Spoiler: What's all this then, eh? (click to show/hide)

Supervillains fight for dominance in an ancient castle-turned-prison which has been sealed off from the outside world by a barrier of energy. The remaining staff is in no way capable of handling the situation, which is getting worse by the minute. The Castle is home to secrets that have not seen the light of day in centuries.

Spoiler: That seems a bit familiar... (click to show/hide)

Then you've probably played Arkham City, though this veered away from from that quite a bit.

Spoiler: System (click to show/hide)

There are a variety of skills in the game, used in doing things related to them. These obviously have different difficulties, which you need to pass on a 1d100 to succeed. Characters can get passive abilities which grant extra points to a skill. You probably won't have bonuses in every skill, just ones that fit your character.

The skills are Construction, Electronics, Occult Knowledge, Castle Knowledge, Scientific Knowledge, Charisma, Perception, Stealth and Acrobatics. More can be added if it makes sense, this is pretty untested. Their uses are mostly self-explanatory, but;
*Construction is creating defenses, bodies, ammo, weapons, etc. Sometimes other skills, such as Electronics, are needed to utilize the constructions further.
*Electronics is hacking, rerouting, programming and manipulating electronical systems, which can be very useful when dealing with the castle's broken security system.
*Occult Knowledge is magic and the eldritch arts, and what they can tell you. The castle holds many secrets that may be more open to characters with a connection to the unseen.
*Castle Knowledge is Information about the castle's history, its layout and its secrets.
*Scientific Knowledge is a wide-reaching skill that comprises all the sciences except for engineering and electronics and their related skills. Both a mad scientist trying his hand with bio-engineered horrors and a villainous botanist use Scientific Knowledge.
*Charisma is rallying and gathering henchmen, demoralizing opponents, lying and tricking.
*Perception is surveying and spotting out things, routes and secrets, reading opponents and their weaknesses.
*Stealth is moving silently and unseen and avoiding those you do not want to meet.
*Acrobatics is moving around the castle in a way others cannot and to places normally unaccessable.

When creating a character, DO NOT choose skills. Instead describe the character and his powers, abilities and background.

Spoiler: Combat (click to show/hide)

Combat is very simple; initiative is rolled, whoever wins gets to use attack/use a combat Ability first. A 1 leaves you vulnerable, 2 misses, 3 reduces damage by half, 4 and 5 hit normally and a 6 doubles the damage. Abilities/a normal melee attack do fixed amounts of damage.

A fighting-oriented character may have bonuses to melee or ranged combat, or both. These affect both their attacks and penalize their enemies.

Spoiler: Character App (click to show/hide)

Name: (All good supervillains have nifty titles. You should not be an exception.)
Gender: (Though you could just as well be a genderless entity or robot, most characters generally have some kind of gender identity.)
Abilities: (Both powers and various knowledge and skill go here. The sky is the limit. All characters start off weakened, so you can be an ancient eldritch star god who controls the minds of lesser men as long as something happened to make you get captured. Superpowers are not exactly needed - you can just as well be an expectionally skilled human or a someone whose powers come from technology. DO NOT choose skills directly.)
Insignia and Colors: (You are expected to gather henchmen, and they are expected to spread your mark everywhere and dress themselves to identify themselves as your people.)
Appearance: (Looks are important for any super!)
Background: (Anything you want, as long as it ends with you getting captured and taken to the Castle into cryo. Your motives don't necessarily have to be PURE EVIL - morally ambigious characters are fine, too. No heroes, though, even if their methods are extremist enough to get them a trip inside. Those will be NPCs. The more information you give me, the more free stuff I can give your character!)

Player List
1. The nefarious Pioneer of Taricus!
2. The mysterious Tombstone of Terenos!
3. The rogue machine KB-1981 of MonkeyHead!
4. The unlucky Cynneal Svennic of Yoink!

Waiting List
1. The completely mental Mental of Tiruin!
2. The manipulative Agent Onyx of Dwarmin!
3. The mad Alchemist of Phantom of the Library!
4. The equally mad Liegel Frackenspiel of Monkeyfacedprickleback!
5. The incomprehensible Nifty Nick of Demonic Spoon!
6. The freakish Red Wolf of CyberGenesis!
7. The very, very female Kingfisher of kingfisher1112!
8. The [DATA_REDACTED] of Azthor!
9. The [DATA_EXPUNGED] of Riccto!

Now with irc channel, at #supervillainry on http://webchat.freenode.net/!

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Who will emerge victorious? Get to it!

This isn't first-come-first-serve, so feel free to take your time with the app.

[vagel7]

Could I reserve a spot?

I will be writing the app shortly

[PokemonRocks85]

i reserve

[MonkeyHead]

Name: KB-1981

Gender: Robot, but thends to refer to itself as "He".

Abilities: Advanced model combat droid. Stong (but heavy), fast (but clumsy), and great on the spot problem solving and decision making. Less great at long term planning. Capable of using any weapon with masterful levels of skill, especially ones designed to integrate with its onboard systems. Immersion in water causes issues, as do strong electromagnetic fields. Its mind is an AI construct and as such is free from morals and emotions, so acts purley on logic.

Insignia and Colors: A large and bold hexedecimal number representing how many other KB models were created:  0x7BD. This is often found spryed onto walls where KB-1981 or his minions have been. KB-1981 tyically requires his minions to fear up in urban camo - blacks, boots and balaclavas, with a discrete shoulder tag of the insignia.

Appearance: 7 ft tall gun metal grey droid, slim in proportion to its height. Pneumatic and electomechanical actuators form the majority of its vaugely humanoid structure. Armoured head protects sensory and computational apparatus. People find the eyes intimidatory, mainly due to how they change colour depending on what particulr band of the EM spectrum KB-1981 is seeing in at any one time. Armoured torso contains hydrogen fuel cells. Has hands for hand related grabbing, and its lower arms have interface ports for integrated weaponary

Background: KB-1981 was one of the last of the experimental KB droids to be built. The initial run of 2000 were to be used by NATO as a "first in" combat unit, designed to be dropped into a combat zone, establish some kind of beachhead or perimeter ready for human combatants to arrive. The first few small scale missions were a success - no combat losses, and efficient victories. Some high up officials were worried about how many enemy combatants were killed in what became very one sided engagements. The first large scale deployment was a disaster from a public relations point of view. 500 units were depolyed in an assault on a militant base on the Pakistan/India border. Analysis of footage showed that the droids wiped out the base in under an hour, then after examining intel materials they gathered worked out that the locals had been supplying and supporting the militants. They turned on the local towns, and killed thousands. NATO pulled the plug on the programme. Those not on active duty were scrapped. Those that were on duty were rounded up and eliminated when they presented resistance. This wasnt that easy, as many were on autonomus patrols. Some even escaped maxium security military bases. It took nearly 2 years to track them all down, and during all that time the droids were continually learning. KB-1981 was the last to be captured. He had been hiding in the Western Sahara, protected by a motley band of mercenaries he had picked up over time. He had used the time wiseley, contacting and influencing the less than honest member states of the UN, who were pressing his case at every availiable opportunity - he was sentient, and deserved to be treated as an equal - KB-1981 wanted to be put on trial for his actions. He is currenty being held in a secret maxium securtiy facility awaiting said trial. It took a small nuclear device to bring him down - the EMP rendered him inactive.  KB-1981 considers himself alive, and the treatment of his kind to be a genocide. He sees humans as weak and overly influenced by thier emotions. He views his fight as one for survival, and feels no pity that he has to kill others to ensure his continued existence.

[Taricus]

Name: The Pioneer
Gender: Male
Abilities: Cybernetic Limb replacements, Human-computer neural interfacing, Cybernetic Neural implants, Cybernetically augmented body. Cybernetic eye replacement (Left eye only).
Appearance: Cybernetic-looking armour, with the helmet being in the style of a Stahlhelm and having a gas mask on at all times. Height was 170cms, but increased to 190 due to the cybernetic replacement legs.
Background:
The pioneer was born in 1912 under the name of [REDACTED], His father a Grenadier. He attended university in 1930, In spite of his father's wishes, enrolling in metallurgy, electronics, ballistics, engineering and mechanical computing, doing very well in those subjects (Despite being called a bookworm and a bore by his fellow students), earning his masters in those subjects in 1937, and much to the surprise and joy of his father, Signed on with some of the reich's weapon R&D teams, First starting as one of the panzer developers working on the PzKfw IV, then settling in as an infantry and special weapons designer/engineer, working on some of the most ingenious weapons of the war (Most notably the SturmGewehr 44 and the Goliath), and usually conducted weapons tests on concentration camp inmates. His most infamous inventions were replacing entire organs with mechanical versions.

The pioneer avoided capture after germany lost the war, At first fleeing to England then to Canada, and has interfered with just about most weapons development ever since, From the M16's first incarnation, The SA80 and the G11, While still working on his own designs constantly, though these have never seen the light of day. The pioneer has performed more acts of weapons sabotage than one person can imagine, whilst keeping his own, superior, designs a secret. Of course, like most Nazis, his luck ran out.

While trying to sabotage the OICW weapons program (Which was later canceled anyway) by inputting flase information on the developer's computers, The Pioneer was captured by the US army, after they had surrounded him with three tanks, several HMG and autocannon teams and about an entire infantry battalion. In the ensuing battle, the tanks were all destroyed, and half of the army personnel dead, however, the Pioneer had immobilized due to a lucky 40mm grenade to his back, and was thusly taken into custody once he was identified

Of course, dealing with pioneer was a bit tricky, considering his captors wanted to know the secrets of his cybernetics, and thus his death penalty was relegated to being imprisoned in the castle, atleast until the secrets of his cybernetics developments are revealed.

The pioneer has a rooted distaste of Mad Nazi scientists, if only because they keep stealing the spotlight as he's about to do something nefarious, which has really left a mark on his ego, And he has a slightly different opinion of a master race than most of his fellow Nazis, believing that Cyborgs, rather than Aryans, are the master race.


Insignia and Colors: A Cybernetic Reichseagle, in either a black/white silhouette, or embossed in steel/silver.

[Monkeyfacedprickleback]

Name: Liegel Frackenspiel
Gender: Male
Abilities/Backstory: As a Scientist Searching for the Secret of Immortalitiy and the secret of bringing the dead back to life, Leigel Learnt many sciences, from medical and surgical to biology and chemistry. When Science failed to find him his answer, he turned to the occult, Studying law in the meantime so he would not be be cheated on any of the devil deals he was sure to make. Learning from a variety of well bound demons uncovered the secrets of immortality and necromancy, but What would you know Summoning demons and abducting Live sacrifices is against the law, and a couple of ignorant Caped crusader were quickly knocking on Liegel's door.
Insignia and colours: Black on blue and white. His Sybol is a Black Hourglass imposed on a White skull, on a square Blue back ground.
Appearance: An Balding white haired man, Scrawny and Wrinkled, Wearing thick round glasses.

Note: is it okay if I put my backstory in the same place as my Skills?

[Demonic Spoon]

Name: Nifty Nick, Consumer of Worlds
Gender: Male-ish
Powers: The ability to eat worlds and crush the minds of lesser beings(read, everyone else) into insane puddles of madness. He is also adept at then manipulating these minds that have been driven mad by his glorious presence. Also enjoys building doom robots(since they are the only beings not instantly driven mad in his presence). However due to accident involving a ceramics factory Nick is mostly covered by thick plates of pottery that prevent him from using his powers.
Insignia: A octopus eating the planet
Colours: Purple and Yellow
Appearance: A tentacled eldritch abomination whose mere presence could drive people mad if he were not conveniently covered with ceramic plates that he can't get rid of.
Background: A Eldritch Star God summoned by a foolish cult of cultists about a decade ago. After being summoned Nick immediately proceeded to start his reign of detruction, starting with consuming the mortals who had summoned him. However, before he could do any real damage(like eating the world) some meddling heroes managed to trap him inside a ceramics factory where his body was subsequently fused with ceramic plates. Unable to use his eldritch powers he resorted to building robotic minions to carry out his reign of mayhem. However he was soon caught by other meddling heroes and forced into a deep cryogenic sleep inside some castle or other, until now.

[The Fool]

Name: Cole O. Straiter (aka The Conductor)
Gender: Male
Abilities: Staying hidden was always the plan. If I can manipulate others and still get the job done why even bother bloodying my hands? All I've really needed was the knowledge to move around and a few faithful hidden followers, and the rest falls in place. As for my followers, nay, my instruments, they know that they're hidden in a sea of look-a-likes, and that the axe will fall on their heads if they try anything stupid. Their reports keep me informed as I orchestrate the demise of others.
Insignia and Colors: None. They will assume the color and insignia of other henchmen while reporting to me, but no one needs to know that.
Appearance: I normally wear a plain black tuxedo jacket with a white dotted quarter note on the back with a finned shirt, but I have been known to hide in a crowd now and again if it suits my needs. Rarely will I be in the public eye in my suit, that would be a horrid note of discord in my epic of sound. I try to keep my brown hair orderly, even if there isn't much you can do about it.
Background: It took years, but someone finally caught me in my tapestry of blood and motion. They chased me down through my nameless instruments, until the lead singer was found, the one person who actually knew where I was that day. Someone tortured him until he was nearly dead, then he confessed in a horrid note of decay. All they had to do was follow the string back to me. When I caught wind of the imminent visit I packed up and tried to move to another location but someone found me. I didn't think the man had the brass to beat me down, but within minutes I was out cold and in the freezer. If I don't kill the vigilantes that fill the streets with blood no one will. No one seems to see the lawlessness and disorder they create in a well ordered society.

[PokemonRocks85]

Name: The FireBreather
Gender: Male
Abilities: He can Breath Fire since he made a machine and put it in his mouth. He is skilled with guns too
He is atheletic and fast he can jump high and he is a smart guy. He made gloves that make him punch hard and made a suit made out of adamantine that makes him very defensive thats it mostly he can make things he is like a inventor
Insignia and Colors: Green And Red he choose these colors because fire is red and dragons are green
Appearance: Long Black hair his eyes are red he is handsome he is 6 foot hes not fat he is normal weight
Background: He killed a hero with a knife when acting like he was hurt because somebody would give him millions of dollars. But he was wrong he was taken to the castle into cryo and he been making things ever since he made machines and little toys robot. he also he have been talking to other villains about a plan to escape he is persuasive and easily tricked people in doing his work this was easy for him to get henchmen. He started making guns for some of the people for the plan he told them to hide them so guards would not see them. He knew he could one day leave this stupid place and it will work with his smartness, his inventions and his beautiful looks he could escape and be the king of the world he would make citys for only villains and kill all heroes.

[vagel7]

Seems like this is full.

[Azthor]

Reserved... If it is not full. It is likely that the title is outdated.

[kingfisher1112]

Reserving:
Name: "Kingfisher"
Gender: Female
rest later.

[Digital Hellhound]

Apps ain't first come, first serve. I choose the ones I like. The title is misleading, yes. Feel free to take as long as you want with your app.

[Phantom of The Library]

Application coming as soon as I can type it up, on phone currently

[Yoink]

Name: Cynneal Svennic
Gender: Female
Abilities: A very strong and creative intellect, as well as a great ability with chemistry. Other than that, she is decently skilled with firearms and fisticuffs, and has a good sense for people and how to manipulate them.
Insignia and Colors: On a dark green background, a yellow diamond with a design of four leaves, with the letters SCMF in a square in the middle. Cynneal's main additions to her father's business logo are several long, vicious thorns jutting from the middle.
Appearance: A young woman, really no more than a girl. At one stage she was doubtless very pretty, but her once-fair skin has been turned to a thin, slightly fuzzy green bark, with thorns scattered across it almost like freckles. Her hair, before bright orange in colour, is now mostly a cruel tangle of leafy, thorned vines, a few patches of human hair still remaining. Her eyes remain unchanged; bright and gleaming blue, but bearing a deep sadness out-of-place with such youth.
Background:

Spoiler: WARNING! LONG, RAMBLY, SLEEP DEPRIVED MESS! ABANDON ALL HOPE YE WHO ENTER HERE! (click to show/hide)

Born into a life of total luxury thanks to her father's hugely succesful fertilizer company, Cynneal was a curious child from the start. Long convinced by the girl's mother that nothing but the grandest, most innovative toys would do, her father spared no expense, more-or-less buying her whatever she wanted. The girl was quick to take advantage of this, her demands progressing from electronic soft toys, to large bags filled with candy, to dollhouses as large as an average child's bedroom, to computers and chemistry sets, to books, to 'toy' guns that were really only toys in that they only fired blanks, even to cars as she grew into her teens.
Not to be too blunt about it, but the pampered, rich girl had to be one of the most spoilt, bratty children in the country; she had little time for most other kids, preferring to spend time on her father's estate, reading, exploring the massive, jungle-like gardens her parents kept, practicing at her private firing range and occasionally messing around with the chemicals and formulas involved in her father's business.
At school, however, although she kept mostly to herself she was fascinated by those with artistic ability. She would observe their work intently, occasionally requesting something, and whether a fellow student or even a teacher drawing on the blackboard, they swiftly learnt to indulge her requests lest they taste her foul temper.
She swiftly developed a love for art, from classical paintings to modern comicbooks, and a wide range of artworks, books and drawing equipment was swiftly acquired by her father's money.

The young lass was content in her sheltered little world of endless wealth and power.
But it was not to last. It came to light, in a long and arduous police investigation, that her father, the widely-respected Arthur T. Svennic, had not been entirely honest in the development of his business empire. Not only had the formula for the wildly effective Svennic & Co Miracle Fertilzer been stolen from a once-colleage of his, said colleage had then 'disappeared' shortly after. All evidence pointed towards Mister Svennic. The ongoing investigation also uncovered a slow-acting compound in the fertilizer, which had caused the plants to slowly but surely gain sentience, in a very-nearly-successful bid to create Svennic a world-conquering, emotionless army of leafy monstrosities. National Guard soldiers siezed and destroyed a large number of freakish creations from his large greenhouse and garden, and the old man was shipped off for a life in prison admist a vicious storm of publicity.
Poor young Cynneal, just sixteen at the time, watched wide-eyed as her world fell apart.
She fled away from her father's estate, away from the armies of police, taking nothing with her but the clothes on her back, a small pistol hidden beneath them and two books: A worn, stained excercise book filled with chemical formulas, and a copy of a popular graphic novel. With the two books under one arm, looking very out-of-place, she hitch-hiked, walked and stumbled her way to the family's holiday home, which she found empty, as yet undisturbed by any police.

The exhausted girl collapsed into a seat at the dusty kitchen table, dropped the books onto it, and cried. By the time the next day dawned, she'd seen that crying wouldn't bring her life back, wouldn't put things back the way they were. She didn't know if anything would. She knew one thing, though, she hated those who did this. She hated the police, the judges, the reporters with their uncaring, soulless flashing lights... She hated them all. With that in mind, she began to 're-furbish' the house, once intended for a happy, carefree holiday, using all of her natural ingenuity and tempering it with desire for revenge, and gradually turned it into something resembling, more than anything else, a laboratory.
Flicking angrily through the book of formulas, subsisting on a pile of two-minute noodles she found in a pantry, Cynneal began to toil, tirelessly, at re-creating her father's work. It was convenient that he'd apparently planned to keep his work with him whilst on holiday, as she found a large stock of the necessary chemicals in barrels and tubs in a small basement, giving her plenty to work with. Inspired by anger and by reading and re-reading her graphic novels whenever she paused her work, she finally, after about two weeks, had the finished formula, the 'Miracle Fertilizer' that would gain her her revenge. Of course, she'd added a few modifications of her own... Such as a rather shorter activation time for the 'side effects', and the ability to function on human beings.

With that, all she decided she needed, (after reading comic books whilst in such a heightened state of emotion) was a costume. Searching around the storeroom where she'd found the barrels of chemicals, Cynneal discovered a suit of protective rubber clothing, the type worn by her father's employees whilst handling hazardous matter. It still bore the family company's logo on the shoulders, and after a few artistic changes- Such as a bunch of wicked thorns jutting from the leafy design- she was suited up and ready. Attaching a few canisters of the formula to a crude utility belt along with her pistol, she stole out into the night, hijacked a car on some lonely road in the middle of nowhere, (apologizing profusely as she kicked her unfortunate victim in the head) and headed towards a suitable site: The city's primary water-treatment plant. Long story short, she crept into the plant, (security wasn't too high, in those days) poured several canisters of the quick-acting liquid into the main water supply, and was making her way out of the compound when she heard a shout. A large security guard confronted her, she panicked, shot him, and ran; leaving the guy lying there bleeding out, managing to make one final radio call. As she sped recklessly away in a stolen car, the police were already clambering into theirs.
A high-speed chase occured, and Cynneal's life could well have ended there were the roads not mostly deserted. Through a lot of luck, she crashed the car only outside her 'base of operations', managing to climb out mostly unharmed. Still panicking, she fled inside from the flashing blue and red lights, hearing the unfriendly, metallic voice of a megaphone echoing behind her.
The police smashed through the door as she was making her way along a raised metal walkway between two large, uninviting vats of chemical mix. She whirled around and fired wildly at them, prompting them to retaliate... A bullet struck her in the shoulder, and sent her hurtling down with a scream to land with a splash in the volatile chemical.

By the time she was rescued from the vat, the 'fertilizer' had already began to act... As an ambulance crew looked on in horror, her skin began to change, becoming green, rough and herbaceous in appearance, small thorns and leaves sprouting from it occasionally, and her hair transormed into a mass of leafy vines. If at first it wasn't apparent just what she'd been doing when she shot the security guard at the treatment plant, the scattered reports of strange symptoms felt by anyone taking a late-night drink of water soon made it clear.
Despite her age, young, angry and misguided Cynneal was handed a rather similiar sentence to her father, for attempting to turn the entire population of the city into plant-zombies. Life in prison, but not just any prison. The highest-security one available... The Black Castle.

((Sorry for making the background so long, I was half asleep. Tl;dr: Rich, spoilt girl whose father runs a HUUUGE fertilzer company called Svennic & Co Miracle Fertilizer, he eventually gets arrested for his evil plot to turn plants into senient plant-monsters using the fertilizer, and thus take over the world. Cynnea flees to a family holiday house-thing, makes it into a secret lab and reads her book of chemistry calculations and stuff to re-make a more potent, faster-acting version of the formula... To use on HUMANS, for revenge. After pouring it into the city's water mains, she is caught and pursued back to her base, where she ends up falling into a vat of the mixture after being shot. She turn into plant-person, goes to prison, is angry and stuff. The end. ))