Third Titan Thursday

Blue Beak: The creator of the hero and the superhuman indexes and part-time member of The New York Patrol. His current location isn't known, but many believe him to be at The Museum

Real name: Clive Wiedlin
Age: 46
Ethnic group: Caucasian
Height: 6'
Weight: 160 lbs
Eyes: Blue
Hair: Black
Occupation: Circus Owner/Curator of The Museum (Suspected)
Abilities: Knife throwing, acrobatics, research, and organization
Group affiliation: The New York Patrol (formerly), Dove Empire

Eighth Wordy Wednesday

Alien: A being not from this earth. (duh)

Ninth Temporal Tuesday

Here's another scene from the near future, again it's been edited to avoid spoilers.

"Sorry I'm late , let me use the bathroom real quick before we go. It's this way, right?" shoots past and heads into the bedroom
"Not that way!!" races after him
"Whoo! Forget the bathroom, why do you have paintings and sculptures of and in your bedroom?" looks around the room
"Uh..., We better got to get going before we miss the game." turns to leave
"You like , don't you?" follows him
"Mind your own business , I mean it." stops and shoves his finger in 's face
"Fine, I'll drop it for now, but we're talking about this later." starts to leave
"No we're not, because there's nothing to talk about." erases 's short-term memory
"What were we talking about?" looking confused

Ninth Most Wanted Monday

Helios: An Avatar of light and the son of the assassin Helio, he has sworn to kill the son of Nikoli, in retaliation for his father's incarceration.

Real name: Helio Jr.
Age: 25
Ethnic group: Hispanic
Marital status: Single
Height: 5'11"
Weight: 185 lbs
Eyes: Blue
Hair: Golden brown
Known accomplices: His father Helio
Occupation: Hitman
Abilities: Control over light, able to make hard light weapons and other simple constructs, create the illusion of invisibility.
Group affiliation: Unknown

Golden Age Sunday: Hope in the Shadows Part 1

Now a change of pace. From the cheerful 90's where heroes were respected to the dark 80's, before the Hero Act was passed, when they were feared and hunted. This one will be told by Omnifarious, the Mythic Manhunter as he has his first teamup with The Victor, The Children's Protector.

Hope in the Shadows Part I

Omnifarious’ Journal:
1987, November 22, 5am:

Just cleaned out another drug house. Took two in the shoulder. The body armor didn’t hold. Need to find something stronger.

Found out that I have some medical training. Had the bullets out and sealed the wound before I realized what I was doing. Arm will be a problem for a few weeks. Don’t know how I know that.

Jones is getting bold. This one had kids acting as his runners. Oldest wasn’t over ten. Scared them off but Jones will just replace them. Can’t figure out why I am angry about that.

Dealers were talking about the pretty boy again. Wears the color of death and can’t stop smiling. He seems to love the spotlight. Makes my job easier. Long as the dealers and cops focus on him I go unnoticed.

Made off with $198,000 of Jones’ money. Should help with the cause. Gave some to the shelter. Rest will buy me a space to work. Warehouse best bet. Better this way. Shelter’s only place I know but too easy to relax. To forget about the cause.

Doc almost caught me leaving the shelter. Almost found my equipment too. He’s not happy with my sleep pattern. Me refusing to talk about how he found me don’t help. Even more good reasons to leave.

Need a story to explain wounds. Worry about all of this after some sleep.

First Night on the Town part 6

I dodge to the right and slide the shield off my back. Bullets dig into the roof around me sending up chunks of concrete. I secure the shield onto my arm as dead for the roof entrance. I fake reaching for the door before spinning around the side placing the entrance between me and Billy. It won’t stop him for long, but I just need sometime to think. I need to stop him for he before he hurts someone with those things.

Glancing around the corner, I’m greeted with more gunfire. Before pulling back I can see Billy working towards me. I take quick inventory of his death dealers. He has two Uzis with the max of 50 bullets each, the handguns in his holsters has the max of 17 each, and the peashooter strapped to his hip with the max of 8. I have to plan this right. Billy’s like his father, he hates to miss. If I let him shot at me, but dodge and block at the right times he’ll go through his bullets without a second thought. Guess its time to test the shield.

I leap out from behind the entrance with the shield held in front of me. I dodge across roof making sure that the bullets only hit the shield or the ground around me. Reaching the edge building, I do a 180 flip and dodge back the way I came. I hear Billy throw down the Uzis and pull out the handguns. Good. Two down, three to go. I dodge across the roof two more times, before the handguns run out of ammo.

It’s now or never. I run up to Billy, ready to try out the net only to be greeted by the peashooter to the face. I see Billy’s smirk widen as he says, “Always wanted to kill a tight.”

Third Title Thursday

Time Lines: An offshoot of Other Probabilities, it takes a look at the DaniAllie Universe if it was set in another time, ie. the Dark Ages or the Swinging Twenties.