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Post by Roxstar on Mar 21, 2011 15:32:27 GMT -5
This is a series I've started called Psi's Journals. Seeing as how this hero's powers are of the sixth sense (telepathy & telekinesis), he has always been more emotional than some of the other members of the Extant Force. As such he's kept a journal of his thoughts throughout his lifetime. These are just a few of the one's he'll let me post. But before we begin, let me first introduce you to Purple Psychic.Subject: EF-005 --------------------------------------------------------------------------- Section 1 - Personal Data --------------------------------------------------------------------------- Name: Micah Levy Alias: The Purple Psychic Date of Birth: January 23, 1939 Place of Birth: Hannover, Germany Gender: Male Race/Ethnicity: Caucasion --------------------------------------------------------------------------- Section 2 - Physical Description --------------------------------------------------------------------------- Complextion: Light with freckles Height: 5 ft. 10 in. Weight: 156 lbs. Distinguishing Features: Subject has no eyes and has an identification number tattoo on wrist from WWII. --------------------------------------------------------------------------- Section 3 - Skills --------------------------------------------------------------------------- Known Powers: Telepathy, Psionic & Telekinetic Blasts, Levitation, Healing, Mind Control Equipment Weapons: Any object in subject's surroundings is viable for use of telekinesis. --------------------------------------------------------------------------- Section 4 - Behavioral Observations --------------------------------------------------------------------------- Psyche Analysis: Shows charismatic traits probably due to the control over his and others’ minds. Subject stays calm and optimistic in any situation. His wisdom tends to show his age despite his young stature. Tactical Analysis: Very aware of surroundings, having lost his sight the subject has learned to use his other senses more than the normal human. Background: Born in Germany and a Jew Micah was victim to the Second World War He was stripped of his family when he was only 5 years of age and held in a concentration camp by the Nazis. There he met a man whom he called Stranger that became his best friend, a brother, and a father. This man filled the gap where things were missing in the child's life. One day during an argument over some bread the boy ended up losing his sight by the brutal torturing of one of the Nazi soldiers. Once the war was over Micah and Stranger found a place to live. Stranger, who was also blind, told Micah that he knew of a way to see. It was passed down from generation to generation as all of the men in his family were cursed with blindness. Stranger taught Micah of a way to use his mind to a degree that no normal human could think possible. Once he had control over his mind Micah then learned of a way to hear others' thoughts. By allowing all thoughts enter his mind he was able to pick out pieces telling what each person was seeing therefore making a map in his head of his surroundings. Later Stranger showed him of ways to use this as a weapon against evil. He learned that the mind is such a powerful part of the body, controlling all of it's functions, that if it were to truly believe that something had happened to it's carrier then he would in fact be hurt. He also showed him how to use it as a healing device for allies and himself. Just as with damaging the mind if the mind believes that the wound is not there it in fact isn't. However, the only way to do this is to transfer that pain from an ally to himself but because he has such strong control over his mind he knows it's not real pain. Therefore, both parties are fine even though Micah must suffer the agonizing pain of the person healed. On the day of Stranger's death he gave Micah a suit and told him of his dreams of Micah being a superhero. When Stranger died Micah hid the suit in a box and never had anything to with it again. Until one day he heard an ad for a group of heroes and it reminded him of the love he had for his teacher. With that he found the outfit packed away in a box and went to go join the All-Star Sentinels of America. Later he would leave this group and join forces with Arella the "Tempest" and then the Extant Force but the ASSA gave him his start and he will never forget that.
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Post by Roxstar on Mar 21, 2011 15:34:20 GMT -5
Journal Entry 15 October 1, 1998
Dear Journal,
It wasn’t really much of an extraordinary day today. Same ordinary town, same boring job, same talkative people. There was this annoying kid at the station, though. I could tell he was staring at me. I hate it when they stare. I finally asked him if he needed something. He seemed surprised that I knew he was there. “How did you…?” he enquired. I laughed and told him it was rude to sneak up on a blind man. He persisted further anyway, “What happened to your eyes?” He caught me off guard. For the first time I began to recall the memories I had buried away so long ago.
I remember it like it was yesterday. I was 5 years old and the end of WWII was approaching, unbeknownst to us of course. My family had just sat down for dinner, we didn’t have much but it was survivable. It couldn’t have been just a few minutes before the soldiers burst through the door. They took my family from me! They took them all!!
Some days later, who knows how long I was actually unconscious, I awoke to a room filled with hundreds of others. Starved those poor people were. I was confused, scared, hungry, still yet to understand where I was and why my family had been taken from me. I remember curling up in a corner of the room and crying.
Months had gone by. I was beat and tortured. Those soldiers tried to strip the very being of my life away from me. They probably would’ve succeeded to if it hadn’t been for a man who would end up changing the course of my whole life. It took awhile before I opened up to him but I will never forget his kindness towards me. He never gave me any name other than ‘Stranger.’ So that’s what I called him. I had always just assumed he liked his privacy but thinking back now I wonder if he even remembered his real name.
Things seemed to go by a lot faster than they had before. I finally had someone I could talk to. I’ll never forget the sacrifices Stranger endured for me. I was and will always be deeply grateful for that. It wasn’t until the day that I tried to stand up to a soldier that I realized how much he was actually family to me. It was so stupid, and looking back I’m thankful that God was merciful to me. During those times food was scarce and a soldier had snatched my bread from my tiny hands. I had yelled at him, “THAT WAS MINE!” God spared my life that day but the soldier took my eyes.
Apparently, since I was inferior to him, I was no longer allowed to look at my food. I guess he just wanted an easier way to steal from me, as if stealing from a 5 year old boy would’ve been difficult. Stranger was there for me though. He took care of me during my recovery. He doctored my eyes. He helped me to use my other senses. He kept me alive! And for that I am deeply grateful.
-Micah
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Post by theironbat on Mar 21, 2011 18:58:53 GMT -5
Well done work. Deep storyline, lot of character background, AND AWESOME DRAWINGS AND GRAPHICS
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Post by Admin on Mar 21, 2011 19:23:04 GMT -5
I love your art
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Post by Roxstar on Mar 22, 2011 8:28:01 GMT -5
Journal Entry 108 November 3, 2006
Dear Journal,
I heard an interesting ad over the radio while on the Subway today. Normally I wouldn’t pay attention to such things but there was just too much going on and I couldn’t concentrate on my book. A group called the All Star Sentinels of America was recruiting heroes to help them out. The name sounded really familiar and after a bit I remembered General Archer and his association with the Sentinels. I’ve heard stories of his heroism in WWII, known then as The General. Fascinating stories they were. Almost unbelievable at times! I’ll have to write about them later.
When I got home I couldn’t take it anymore. I scrambled around in my closet for an old box containing many of my old memories. I pulled out some old news clippings and was suddenly flooded with screaming voices, ambulance alarms, loud traffic, and police radios. Stranger’s death began to overcome me and I couldn’t help but sit there and cry.
Once I regained my composure I found the suit that he had given me earlier that day. I was only a teenager then. I was rebellious and stubborn. I wish I’d have taken what he said more seriously. “Now listen to your surroundings,” he said. “I know how to do this already, OLD MAN!” I yelled back. Why was I so rude to him? Stranger was my only family.
Luckily, he never lost his temper with me. He was so calm and collected. Stranger continued on with my training and asked if I’d like to learn how to see again. I just argued, reminding him that I was blind. I ended up learning to listen with my mind that day despite my resistance to Stranger. I learned how to hear other’s thoughts. He showed me that with their thoughts I could create a virtual map in my head of the things around me. I regained my ‘sight’ that day, so to speak.
Before he died, Stranger gave me the uniform that’s been stuck in my box for years. I was so hard headed. I hated him for leaving me so soon and had thrown the uniform in that box refusing to use it. I’ll never forget what he told me when he handed it to me though. “This is for you son. I made sure they made it purple. Use it well.” Ha! It was somewhat of a joke between us, the purple was. Since everything I ‘saw’ in my head was purple he thought I should be called the Purple Avenger or something. I’m not sure about that, I kind of like the Purple Psychic myself.
Well, that’s it! I’ve made up my mind. I’m going to go apply for a position with the All Star Sentinels of America.
R.I.P. Stranger
-Micah
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Post by Roxstar on Mar 22, 2011 8:33:07 GMT -5
Well done work. Deep storyline, lot of character background, AND AWESOME DRAWINGS AND GRAPHICS Thanks, Psi is the only one I've truly RP'd with so he has quite an indepth story. These first three journals are actually shortened versions of three short stories I wrote to fully describe his background.I love your art Thanks, though they're only commissions from other artists. I'm just an art whore.
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Post by Roxstar on Mar 23, 2011 8:32:43 GMT -5
Journal Entry 115 January 10, 2007
Dear Journal,
Today was training day. I was finally getting a chance to sit in the Sentinel Sanctum alone when before long the peaceful silence was broken up by Cold Judgment’s voice over the intercom. “It’s time to train Sentinels!” I hate training. All I ever get out of it is a lecture from Miss Nightfall. “Do this; do that. DON’T DIE!” Annoying is what it is.
Nonetheless, we had to go. Member policy as they say. To add to the matter someone moved the furniture around and I slammed my leg into the coffee table again! I swear, it’s not like there’s a blind man roaming around the sanctum or anything!
So I get to the training arena. Cold Judgment split us into two groups. Twilight Silverblaze, Spirit Panther, Doctor Neutronic, Devil-Ray, and Ocean Blue joined him as Finale, Old Owl, Purple Psychic, Metallicon, and Miss Nightfall were to be on my team. Fantastic! Miss Nightfall, that woman is so pessimistic. Add to that the fact that the opposing team’s fire power outmatched our own and this was going to be a fun night.
Well, the short story is that my team lost. It was my job to keep them healed and I failed. I became scared of all the pain I would have to endure and simply did not do what was needed of me. And of course, I got reamed by Miss Nightfall. Her lectures are all the same; so monotonous. I drowned her out and started daydreaming but this wasn’t an ordinary dream, it was almost as if Stranger was trying to communicate with me from beyond the grave.
Needless to say that when I finally came to, Miss Nightfall was glaring at me waiting for some kind of answer. “Uh, yes ma’am!” She accused me of not listening, which I wasn’t, and called me a riff-raff. But before she could get in another word I suggested we give it another try. This time we were victorious!
My dream: (a flashback to the day Stranger died)
“Boy do you even know what this training is for?” I stood there without any answer to my mentor’s question. “Do you know why I am teaching you all this?” Again I had nothing. “I'm teaching you because I never had a son of my own and I consider you to be more of a son to me than any son I would have ever had. Also, because this isn't just a way to see, you know. This can be used to defend yourself and to fight evil as well.”
I felt ashamed as my head fell down, “I will do my best to honour your family's powers and fight crime as you would hope me to do.” Stranger had a look of happiness cross his face for probably the first time in his life. It was sad, however, that I couldn't see his happiness. I didn't need to though, I could feel it.
I sighed and grabbed the purple suit. As I was pushing up on the back of the bench to stand up I cut my hand. “Ow!” I exclaimed. “Wait, let me see that,” Stranger said feeling around for my hand. He took my hand and concentrated very hard. As he held his breath and clenched his eyes the pain in my hand faded away as if it were never there. “How did you do that?” I asked.
Stranger told me that to take away pain you must first learn to feel it. He said that this is the last thing he will teach me. “This will take much concentration and discipline. You must understand that to do this you may be able to heal others but you will feel their pain in order to do so. Once you've learned to heal others you may also learn to heal yourself, but only if you're willing to feel the pain over and over again.”
I felt worried but dedicated to my friend and mentor, “I will do whatever it takes.”
-Micah
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Post by Roxstar on Mar 23, 2011 9:08:27 GMT -5
Thought I might post another pic for you art fans!
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Post by Roxstar on Mar 24, 2011 8:33:37 GMT -5
Journal Entry 118 March 7, 2007
Dear Journal,
I just woke up from what seemed like an endless dream. Apparently I’ve been in a coma for a whole month. Only thing I remember is battling Dr. Abomination with the All Star Sentinels of America.
I faintly recall Devil-Ray, Flagborn, and Miss Nightfall off in the distance doing their normal kicking robots’ heads off. Metallicon was on Dr. Abomination keeping his attention while Old Owl chipped away at his health. Solar Wing darkened the sky and The Hooded Cowl created a distraction with his apparitions. Doctor Neutronic, Space Paladin and Torch Titan III kept a distance while blasting away at stray robots. I did my job keeping them all healed.
We were doing a rather good job of wiping the floor with Dr. A but he must’ve realized the significance of my healing abilities because the last thing I remember is him pulling out some sort of mechanical blaster device. I saw what seemed to be a cold fog emit from it and then...blackness.
But here I am now, recovering in the Sentinel Sanctum’s ICU on the moon. They tell me that the zero G was needed to keep me alive. What happened to me? From what I’ve been told by our leader, Torch Titan III, is that Dr. A got away, leaving a lot of our team hurt. Badly. It’s all my fault! I don’t deserve to be on this team anymore. Once I fully recover I’m going to thank them for taking me in as one of their own. I will never forget their hospitality but I think it’s time that I find my own way.
-Micah
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Post by Roxstar on Mar 25, 2011 8:35:33 GMT -5
Journal Entry 126 April 27, 2007
Dear Journal,
Today was interesting. I met a woman. Well, not romantically, but she was very odd. It all started from listening to the police scanner.
I had heard a voice come over the radio “211! There’s a bank robbery in progress. Several hostages...” I slipped on my mask and proceeded my way to the bank. When I got there I discovered that there were three men with guns, bombs attached to the hostages, making threatening demands, you know, the whole deal.
First thing was first, I needed to disarm the bombs strapped around the hostages’ chests. From a safe distance, without having been spotted yet, I diffused the bomb; being careful to keep the two chemicals separated while detaching the wires. It was exceptionally hard to do this with all the noise from bystanders and police officers. I finally managed to get each one diffused, though, and started my way towards the bank.
While walking towards the bank I began to feel her presence off in the distance. I could hear her wings flapping in the air. She must have had a wingspan of probably eight or nine feet! I’d known a lot of winged heroes in my day but she had this elegance about her while at the same time seemed as if she was looking down at all of us as she hovered above. The more I thought about it the more ticked I became actually. Why was I doing all the work? She could easily help me take down these guys!
Moving on. I made short work of the robbers. They thought they had me, threatening to blow everyone up. I told them to do it. Unfortunately for them they assumed I was bluffing and pushed the trigger. While they were distracted with their ‘problem’ I removed their weapons from the equation. The police soon rushed in and the criminals were in handcuffs headed on their way to prison.
It wasn’t long before she approached me. She asked what it was that motivated me to help those people in the bank. She seemed very confused why someone in my condition would risk death to help ‘those humans,’ as she put it, rather than care to himself. She also seemed very surprised that I had turned in her direction. I learned later that not many people took ease to her and that she really didn’t like them either. There was a sense of contempt in her voice but at the same time, some serenity.
There wasn’t much more of a conversation. More of an awkward silence really. She finally let out a large sigh and flew off. As she disappeared in the distance she told me her name was Arella and that she would be seeing me again soon. Yeah, like I said, very odd.
-Micah
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Post by Roxstar on Mar 26, 2011 15:38:31 GMT -5
Journal Entry 131 July 19, 2007
Dear Journal,
It’s been almost three months since I first met Arella and I must admit she has become a valuable partner. According to the news reports they consider us “The Greatest Duo in the World.” I’m not so sure I agree with that claim as we’ve only just begun working together but I do appreciate the sentiment.
Arella is quite the interesting character though. She doesn’t talk much and is often rude to most people when she does talk but for some reason she continues to protect them. I guess it’s an inherent trait to a former goddess. However, her resentment to mankind still remains apparent regardless of her willingness to help them. I’m actually surprised of our newfound partnership.
Well onto other things. So we were making our normal rounds through the city when Arella spotted a lot of commotion. There were police cars, news vans, screaming civilians, and these gigantic scorpion robots. Controlling them was an evil alien who called himself, Blood Scorpius. In all the time I’ve spent fighting crime I’ve never met someone so cruel. He had no remorse for anything that he destroyed. It was as if our planet was a mere playground for his new toys.
We fought him for a long while before being completely overwhelmed by the shear amount of his pet robots. Arella took out several while I attacked Scorpius’ mind but it just wasn’t enough. His intelligence was far beyond anything I’d ever seen before and while he didn’t have any psionic abilities like me, he was able to fight back with his unending intellect.
Luckily for us four other heroes were there whittling down the alien and his robots. Roxstar, the leader of their group, asked me to focus more on locating where Scorpius was hiding the device controlling all the robots. After I found it I was to tell their speedster, Rush!, where to find and destroy it.
Once Rush! located the device it wasn’t long before Scorpius retreated. I was a little upset that we couldn’t finish him off but you can’t win them all. After everything settled down Roxstar approached Arella and me with a proposition. I hadn’t noticed since he was further off in the distance before but Roxstar was massive. He towered over all of us; he must’ve been 10 or 11 feet tall. Roxstar thought that since we did such a good job coordinating with his team that we should work together on a permanent basis. Arella and I agreed. This looks to be a great partnership!
-Micah
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Post by Roxstar on Mar 28, 2011 8:45:10 GMT -5
Journal Entry 154 February 4, 2008
Dear Journal,
Arella has been acting weird around me as of late. Used to, the only time she would speak up is if something had angered her, which was a lot actually. However, lately she is pretty silent. I mean I can still hear the grunts under her breath when someone irritates her...yet silent she remains.
Most recently she’s been overly helpful. I’ve found over the years that the more people get to know me the more they want to help out the blind man. You’d think it’d be the other way around but nope! Well, Arella’s started the trend towards the pity party. I really do appreciate the sentiment but she knows better than anyone that I can find my way around.
Just the other day, for instance, I was getting something out of my locker and she reached for it at the same time I did, brushing my hand. She pulled it back quickly and was very apologetic. There was a different sound in her voice too; a very shy, childlike one.
I really wish I knew what was going on with her but as it turns out trying to read a goddess’ mind is quite difficult. I think what makes it so hard is the vast amount of years logged in there. It’s just so much to sift through. Either that or she’s just very resistant to my powers. Regardless, I hope one day to figure out what’s going on in that crazy head of hers.
-Micah
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Post by Roxstar on Mar 29, 2011 8:39:42 GMT -5
Journal Entry 155 February 23, 2008
Dear Journal,
I’m a little late entering this into my journal but I think I’m still a bit in shock. First off, let me start by saying that Arella has turned a 180 from my February 4th entry. She’s not only talking again but now she won’t shut up. She has become increasingly interested in the mannerisms of the human race, particularly on Valentine’s Day.
She asked question after question about why men and women were acting differently than usual. She didn’t understand why they were taking extra measures to go above and beyond their duty to their relationship. “Why don’t they do this everyday?” she had asked me. Honestly, I didn’t really have an answer. I’ve gone into the minds of countless lovers during the month of February and their reasoning covers all ends of the spectrum. Some consider it a responsibility, some expect to get something from it, and others try to make up from their mistakes in the past. I guess Valentine’s Day is just as intriguing to me as it was to her.
Throughout the day the questions kept coming, I don’t think she’s ever been close enough to someone to really find out these things before. Needless to say her awkwardness continued.
Later that night I was enjoying my Matzah Ball Soup when Arella walked up to me and planted one right on my lips! Arella kissed me! She said it was an experiment to see if she could understand the inner workings of “14th day of the February,” as she put it. She didn’t say anything else. She just sat down and joined me for dinner.
I didn’t know what to say. What was that all about? Arella had always, and I mean ALWAYS, expressed her hatred toward mankind. Why on earth would she do something that would associate her with something she hated so much? I know she’s never acted that way towards me but I had assumed that was because she tolerated me. I would’ve never predicted something like this. I’m more perplexed than ever about her. I’ve got to find a way into Arella’s mind.
-Micah
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Post by theironbat on Mar 29, 2011 19:43:53 GMT -5
Awesome with the story writing. Arella *plays some slow jam music* bout to get romantic up in here lol
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Post by Roxstar on Mar 30, 2011 8:42:30 GMT -5
Journal Entry 165 September 13, 2008
Dear Journal,
I had an epiphany today. Well, at the cost of bringing back some very bad memories. It seemed like an average day of crime fighting…average for the Extant Force that is. We had been taking out criminals and handing them over to the cops all morning. Things were going great! That was until an interesting new villain slid into the scene.
He was different than the others we had fought before. Hell bent on destroying everything in sight. Absolutely no conscious at all. It was quite disheartening. I tried to get into his head but couldn’t seem to get anywhere with that. His mind was almost as distorted as his body. You see, he had been completely overtaken by the nuclear exposure to his body. Everything about him was radioactive. His skin. His attitude. Even his ability to control anger was affected.
After fighting the Nuclear Nihilist, as he called himself, for a while with little to no success I decided I’d try a different tactic. I asked Roxstar to distract him while I got close enough to touch his shoulder. I thought maybe there was a chance that I could use my healing abilities to free him of his radioactive prison.
Finally I was able to get close enough to him to try. To my amazement it was working! I was healing him! The further along I got the more he was able to calm down. But then it happened. I had healed him so much that I could begin to read his thoughts. That’s when I saw a picture of my face as a young boy.
I immediately let go in horror. As it turned out this was the very man responsible for my powers. The soldier who had ripped out my eyes which has led to everything I am now. Apparently the Germans did some experimental testing on him that had caused his current state…which by the way was completely reversing back to when we first met him.
I couldn’t do anything though. I just stood there. I was frozen in my hatred. Luckily my team brought him to justice but I’m sure that’s not the end of him. With that much radioactivity he’ll be back to doing evil in no time. Once we got back to HQ my attitude had changed from what I felt on the battlefield. I realized there was nothing to be angry about anymore. Even though that man had taken away my eyesight he had opened up so much more of my potential. If it weren’t for him I’d be a completely different person.
-Micah
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