VampirateMace
Internet Overlord
This RPG is based on the first Teen Titans cartoon series (as opposed to Teen Titans Go and Young Justice. . . or any of the comics), and takes place sometime after the episode “For Real”, and theoretically before the final episodes (though I suppose nothing about it prevents it from taking place later), and is less serious in nature than some of our Teen Titan RPGs have been. . . You don’t really have to know anything about the show to play (it's pretty much basic, you're a superhero fare), but those who have may drop spoilers, so you’ve been warned.
I’m currently listing this as rated PG-13 (but that may change based on popular opinion or sign-ups). It’s intended to account for mild violence, mild profanity, and suggestive content no stronger than innuendos.
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Loading. . . Loading. . . Loading. . .
ControlFreak has joined the chatroom. . .
ControlFreak: Hello my chatroom chums.
RainyDazeGhost: Yo! CF’s back!
BloggingForBats: Haven’t seen you on in a while.
LuckyDucky_0381: Hey man!
ControlFreak: So apparently the Teen Titans East are just as real of heroes as the Original Titans.
Bobby_1998: Yeah, they’re pretty awesome aren’t they?
LuckyDucky_0381: That’s because he was in the big house Bats!
RainyDazeGhost: Especially Bumblebee, she’s the real star of the group.
ControlFreak: It makes me wonder about the other new Titans. . .
BloggingForBats: Yeah right. . . The real Control Freak wouldn’t have time for us.
RainyDazeGhost: So mean, girl.
Bobby_1998: He is too the real Control Freak!
ControlFreak has left the chatroom. . .
Control Freak swiveled in his desk chair, passing by his multi-screen set-up. Several of the screens were displaying internet sites, including the log-out page of chat-site he’d just left, while others were devoted to playing movies and TV; currently “The Core”, “Paranormal Witness”, “Minions”, “Big Bang Theory”, and “The Hunger Games”. He snatched up his remote as he reached the edge of the desk, and held it in both hands looking at it contemplatively for a moment. Then spoke narcissistically to the air, “That’s right, I don’t have time for you,” and stood up, “I've got bigger fish to fry.”
He pointed the remote back over his shoulder at the media set-up on his desk, and pressed the master power button without looking. The screens went black, the cacophony of sounds cut out, and the green and blue LEDs on the monitors and the various machines below the desk, went out or turned red.
***
In their continuing effort to make the world safer, the Teen Titans have continued to set-up new towers in other cities for local young heroes to use as their headquarters. You’ve recently joined one such tower in Chromium City, a city which due to it’s close proximity to Jump City, has a high rate of migrant criminals. In order to combat this issue while adjusting to a new lifestyle, your tower has temporarily been assigned 8 ‘young heroes’ rather than the usual 5 or 6.
You team is only just getting to know each other, but you’re all already wondering which heroes will leaving, once the tower is well established. The team that remains needs to be one that works well together and respects their leader. . . Oh, yeah, there’s also no assigned leader yet, and the team is more or less taking turns right now, mostly based on whoever decides to take the lead at the moment. Though it has quickly become an unspoken rule not to question the current leader in front of villains, in order to put up a unified front.
***
You awaken disoriented. After a moment, you realize you’re back in the tower with your teammates, all of whom seem groggy as well. The tower seems funny, it’s dark and quite, like the power has been cut off. A quick check of the nearest light switch confirms the situation.
You realize that you’d fallen unconscious, but the details are little fuzzy. You might have been surveying your city from a rooftop, when suddenly someone grabbed you from behind, covering your face. You might have been enjoying a drink from your favorite smoothie joint, when suddenly you felt incredibly sleepy. Or maybe you were at the tower to start with, training for combat, or working on the surveillance systems.
Your team wanders the tower, meeting up with one another, commenting on the strange situation (why do you all have gaps in your memory?), and finally making your way to the common room (you know the one, the big room with the kitchen, couch, control console, and huge TV). Whilst you continue to ponder how you got back to the tower, and what exactly is going on, suddenly the big-screen TV flickers on.
The screen fills with the pasty visage of a chubby red headed young man with early male pattern baldness, in a trench coat and light battle armor. His booming excited voice fills the room, “Welcome Contestants! For your various skills, your team has been chosen to prove your heroic worth in. . . Control Freak’s First Contest Royal!”
“And who the Duat are you?” asks Amanuma, the snarky mummy with a pessimistic streak, deciding to take the lead. It wasn’t hard for him to be the first to decide to take the lead, given that most of your team was still groggy. His posed suggests disbelief despite most of his face not being visable; bent knee, tilted head, and upturned palm.
Control Freak’s face gets larger as if he is leaning into the camera, eyes squinting, his expression turns livid, and he screams, “I am Control Freak! How could that even not be obvious? I'm the Teen Titan's greatest nemesis! I have encyclopedic knowledge of all things TV, video game, comic, and internet! I have the strength of a Klingon and the stealth of Foxface, the technical knowledge of both McGuiver and The Doctor, with the fighting skills of Luke Skywalker combined with Jackie Chan. Truly, I am a formidable foe!”
“Sounds like you’re compensating,” snickers Amanuma. For a moment, a wave of relief rushes over you and the other young heroes, who are now reassured that this obese ‘Control Freak’ is no real threat. Control Freak lets out a frustrated Irken battle scream, stepping back and hitting something off-screen with his fist. The lights, appliances, and electronics in the tower scream to life, behaving in an absolutely crazy and erratic manner (the lights and TV flicker, the blender and microwave scream at full power, the fridge and oven doors open and close of their own accord, and from somewhere deep in the tower Icelandic pop star Baba’s ‘Disco Girl’ can be heard playing at full volume), then everything goes dead again. Breathing hard, Control Freak straightens up and composes himself, “So, my young heroes. . . as I was saying. . .”
Amanuma, unfazed by the electric tantrum, displays his famous inability to know when to shut up, “I’m not really that young. I’m like a couple thousand years old, so is it cool if I just leave now?”
“No! No, you cannot leave! You’re part of this team aren’t you, Imhotep?” rages Control Freak. Amanuma blinks blankly, suggesting he doesn’t get the reference. Control Freak checks his watch, “Damnit quit wasting my time, ‘Grimm’ is on in like, 3 minutes. So look, I'm the Dungeon Master. . . and I think you’ll agree this first challenge is a classic! I’ve hidden four bombs around the city. Just split into pairs or whatever, then locate, and defuse the bombs. . . You have 2 hours, starting. . .” he reaches off-screen once more, “Now! . . And may the odds be ever in your favor!”
The screen goes black, then a couple seconds later all the power returns to the tower, at normal levels. Amanuma turns his head to look at the reactions of the rest of the team, commenting generally, “Well. . . Sh*t.”
*******
Every other week (real world time) the team will be presented with a new challenge, regardless of the status of the last challenge. Assume Control Freak has things set up so he can end or start any challenge at any point, like a boss. Anyways, anyone who doesn’t post with the two weeks given, may be considered Dead, Hospitalized, or Captured at the GM’s discretion.
This should last about 2 1/2 months (4 challenges + the final battle with Control Freak), but we can extend or shorten that (more or less challenges) depending on how everyone feels about it (we're gonna need a Discussion Thread, yah?). - After this first challenge, I’ll try to cater the others to truly testing everyone’s powers and weaknesses, based on sign-ups.
*******
Approved Players
HEROES:
1) VampirateMace - “Amanuma” Amunemopet
2) Monster Guy - “Violet Lantern” Max
3) Sketchie - “Nightmare” Lucas
4) TheCharredDragon - “Canis Ryder/Hunter Sigbin” Linda
5) Schade - “Wonder Boy” Archie
6) Titan500 - “Armoury (II)” Camilla
7) Cobalt XIV *RESERVED*
8)
VILLAINS:
1) Control Freak (Major NPC - to be played by VampirateMace, unless otherwise stated)
***
Sign-up form:
(You may only sign-up as a hero for the purposed of this RPG, also please refrain from making a second character until we know all interested players got a slot. You can make-up minor baddies for each other to fight between challenges, but your main character is you hero.)
Super Name: Your superhero name
Civilian Name, or Secret Identity: Your birth name, or other alias(es)
Gender: Boy/male or girl/female, with a few exceptions
Age: Preferably between 13 and 19, but there can be acceptations. Such as, Cyborg being trapped in a teenage robo-body could now be older than that, or child geniuses can be younger than that.
Powers, Gadgets, and Skills:
Since this is a non-serious RPG, I’m going to try to give you more freedom than usual, but don’t be ridiculous; you still can’t be an all-powerful god. Also, any spell casters should pick specialties rather than being able to do anything.
- Remember to include a method of transportation (not teleportation).
- Include non-super power skills if they are relevant or interesting.
Personality: 8+ sentences on your mental state
Appearance: 8+ sentences of how you look (include your costume)
History: 10+ sentences on your past
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ME:
Super Name: Amanuma
Civilian Name(s), Secret Identity: Amunemopet (Real), Dexter Johnson (Alias)
(While Amanuma’s true name is Amunemopet, and he lets others call him Amanuma because it’s easier for them to pronounce, and Dexter Johnson is a name he uses online and undercover.)
Faction: Hero
Gender: Male
Age: 18 in appearance, but a couple thousand years older in reality…
Powers, Gadgets, and Skills:
Amanuma’s powers are twofold, he has ancient Egyptian sorcery he learned in life, and the power to manipulate his bandages to wrap-up enemies and create tripwires.
1) His Bandages - Amanuma has a finite (limited) amount of bandages, once they run out he is left with nothing to manipulate, and wearing only his loincloth and thick gold bead and ankh necklace (or whatever he’d been wearing aside from bandages). The amount of bandages he wears is enough to cocoon an average size man in two neat layers, needless to say such neat wrapping are hard to do in battle, and Amanuma generally only considers it as a last resort. He could probably also grab something with them if he really needed to.
2) His spells (See history) - Despite having turned his back on the religion he once devoted his whole being to, and in fact all religions, Amanuma still has the ability to use the magic he learned as a priest. However he can only use two spells at a time. Most of his spells pertain to the deity Sobek; Water/Floods, Healing, Crocodiles/Reptiles, and Repelling Evil. He’s also found an illusion spell that allows him to appear as a living human temporarily, but the results in him being limited to one spell without losing his disguise.
- He can summon a giant crocodile for travel purposes.
3) Amanuma is also somewhat skilled in several martial arts, which he learned post-mortem, limiting his ability to get better at them somewhat, since he can’t actually get stronger or improve his reaction time, only memorize the movements better so his performance of them is smoother. His reaction time isn’t bad though.
4) Also, he knows at least four languages; Ancient Egyptian, English, Japanese, and Spanish.
Personality:
Though Amanuma is best described as bitter and disillusioned, he has a good heart (which is pretty much the only organ he has left) and will help anyone who’s in trouble.
Amanuma was disappointed to be woken back into this world, and has since taken a severely atheist point of view, but he lets others believe as they will, and only points out his beliefs when it is relevant to the conversation. Which isn’t to say he’s non-confrontational, because in fact, he can be one mean son of a. . . well, you get the idea. . . he just doesn’t care what others believe.
Actually, he can be quite kind at times, looking out for his friends and fellow heroes, though friendship with him usually comes with a heavy dose of tough love. Amanuma tends to be unintentionally emotionally abusive, as he finds nothing wrong with pointing out (and making fun of) the flaws of others or their creations. But it doesn’t mean he doesn’t like you, it’s simply that his bitterness and disillusionment tend to inhibit his ability to be tactful most of the time. Despite this, Amanuma is very polite when meeting new people (with a few exceptions), suspiciously polite. And continued politeness may be a sign that he, in fact, doesn’t like you.
Amanuma is also fairly knowledgeable on a wide range of subjects, having traveled and studied in several countries, in addition to having been part of the educated class in his time. Of the things he once valued, little more than the desire for continued learning has survived.
Appearance:
Amanuma’s appearance is for all practical purposes, that of a horror movie style mummy, complete with glazed milky white eyes. Anyone familiar with Egyptology will note that real mummies are generally not wrapped that way, however Amanuma needs the free range of motion this style of wrapping provides in order to move, and has thus adopted them. Over his bandages he wears a thick elaborate necklace of gold beads with an ankh shaped charm, as well as a white loincloth with a djed charm attached to it. Sometimes he carries a faded multi-color over the shoulder bag he got in Mexico.
A few of Amanuma’s distinguishing features can still be made out through the bandages, including his square jaw and long hands. Due to a slight curve in his spine, Amanuma’s right shoulder appears to sit lower than his left most of the time.
Under his wrappings Amanuma has deep brown leather-like skin, withered and shriveled tight on his skeletal frame. He’s also got a long cut down his left side where his organs where removed. Without his wrapping further details of his face can be seen, his decomposed nose, and traces of black and green make-up still clinging to the skin around his eyes. Keeping with some standard of decency, Amanuma usually wears a pair of cat patterned pajama boxers when out of his bandages.
Amanuma does not smell of full-on decay, but still has a slight unpleasant scent, something like poorly made jerky (yes, I actually have smelled a mummy, science is fun). He does not eat (his stomach is not even present in his body), but he does drink sterilized (via boiling to reduce bacteria) liquids such as tea and coffee, to help keep his body from getting too brittle, and thus ripping/breaking when he moves.
When disguised as Dexter, he casts a spell over himself to look alive again. It’s a fairly complicated bit of magic somewhat out of his comfort zone, and therefore has a few weak points, such as his reflection still being that of a mummy, and his brown eyes not being completely free of their usual milky glaze. The effect is fairly good overall though, as he looks like a tall dark-skinned teen with some distinctive features. Both his square jaw and slightly curved spine are more his green polo and jeans than they were in bandages, but his hands and limbs fleshed out a little, look a lot less spindly and awkward than they normally do. Actually, the bandages are still there under the clothes that he traded his loincloth and thick necklace for, but they’re enchanted so the viewer thinks they see skin. White socks and black sneakers complete the disguise.
History:
Amanuma was once a priest in the temple of Sobek (the crocodile headed god who offered protection from crocodiles, fertilized the Nile, dispelled evil, and could cure illness), pretty high up in the hierarchy too, but he was killed when rebels broke into the temple and attacked several members of the priesthood.
Amanuma was mummified, wrapped in a red shroud (being a priest), and place in a tomb to await his journey to the afterlife. It never came, instead he was reawakened when 19th century archeologists broke into his tomb. Concerned that his writhing corpse was a sign that someone had been attacked and dressed as a mummy, the archeologists unwrapped him, then ran in horror as they realized that he really was a mummy.
It was that day Amanuma lost all his faith in there being any power beyond humanity and magic. Afterward, he traveled the Earth, trying to find some new purpose for his life, or rather afterlife. He traveled to England and then America, the countries the archeologists had come from, to see if perhaps their universities and scholars had stumbled upon some revelation or answer for his continued existence, but there were none to be found. He studied martial arts with a Japanese master as a means of trying to find inner peace. And though he learned to fight with a higher degree of skill (he couldn’t actually get stronger, being dead), the inner peace never came. He later journeyed to Mexico where legends of reanimated dead and mythical beast abounded. He was treated as a local celebrity in the town where he stayed, but never ran into anyone like himself. There were mummies there, but none that could walk or talk.
Eventually he turned to fighting crime as an outlet for his pent up frustration. He may no longer believe in the Egyptian gods, but he still wishes to do good for society. He originally joined an organization called Hero House (with a young marital artist he’d met, Banpei), but finding it crude and disorganized, he eventually left to fight crime solo, and eventually joined the Teen Titans after meeting Robin.
When asked if he wanted to join the new tower team, at least temporarily, Amanuma replied indifferently, “Eh, I could try that.”
In reality, he kind of likes his new team (most of them at least), and it’s actually kind of nice living in a place that wasn’t rundown when he got there for once. The city’s not bad either, aside from the crime.
I’m currently listing this as rated PG-13 (but that may change based on popular opinion or sign-ups). It’s intended to account for mild violence, mild profanity, and suggestive content no stronger than innuendos.
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Loading. . . Loading. . . Loading. . .
ControlFreak has joined the chatroom. . .
ControlFreak: Hello my chatroom chums.
RainyDazeGhost: Yo! CF’s back!
BloggingForBats: Haven’t seen you on in a while.
LuckyDucky_0381: Hey man!
ControlFreak: So apparently the Teen Titans East are just as real of heroes as the Original Titans.
Bobby_1998: Yeah, they’re pretty awesome aren’t they?
LuckyDucky_0381: That’s because he was in the big house Bats!
RainyDazeGhost: Especially Bumblebee, she’s the real star of the group.
ControlFreak: It makes me wonder about the other new Titans. . .
BloggingForBats: Yeah right. . . The real Control Freak wouldn’t have time for us.
RainyDazeGhost: So mean, girl.
Bobby_1998: He is too the real Control Freak!
ControlFreak has left the chatroom. . .
Control Freak swiveled in his desk chair, passing by his multi-screen set-up. Several of the screens were displaying internet sites, including the log-out page of chat-site he’d just left, while others were devoted to playing movies and TV; currently “The Core”, “Paranormal Witness”, “Minions”, “Big Bang Theory”, and “The Hunger Games”. He snatched up his remote as he reached the edge of the desk, and held it in both hands looking at it contemplatively for a moment. Then spoke narcissistically to the air, “That’s right, I don’t have time for you,” and stood up, “I've got bigger fish to fry.”
He pointed the remote back over his shoulder at the media set-up on his desk, and pressed the master power button without looking. The screens went black, the cacophony of sounds cut out, and the green and blue LEDs on the monitors and the various machines below the desk, went out or turned red.
***
In their continuing effort to make the world safer, the Teen Titans have continued to set-up new towers in other cities for local young heroes to use as their headquarters. You’ve recently joined one such tower in Chromium City, a city which due to it’s close proximity to Jump City, has a high rate of migrant criminals. In order to combat this issue while adjusting to a new lifestyle, your tower has temporarily been assigned 8 ‘young heroes’ rather than the usual 5 or 6.
You team is only just getting to know each other, but you’re all already wondering which heroes will leaving, once the tower is well established. The team that remains needs to be one that works well together and respects their leader. . . Oh, yeah, there’s also no assigned leader yet, and the team is more or less taking turns right now, mostly based on whoever decides to take the lead at the moment. Though it has quickly become an unspoken rule not to question the current leader in front of villains, in order to put up a unified front.
***
You awaken disoriented. After a moment, you realize you’re back in the tower with your teammates, all of whom seem groggy as well. The tower seems funny, it’s dark and quite, like the power has been cut off. A quick check of the nearest light switch confirms the situation.
You realize that you’d fallen unconscious, but the details are little fuzzy. You might have been surveying your city from a rooftop, when suddenly someone grabbed you from behind, covering your face. You might have been enjoying a drink from your favorite smoothie joint, when suddenly you felt incredibly sleepy. Or maybe you were at the tower to start with, training for combat, or working on the surveillance systems.
Your team wanders the tower, meeting up with one another, commenting on the strange situation (why do you all have gaps in your memory?), and finally making your way to the common room (you know the one, the big room with the kitchen, couch, control console, and huge TV). Whilst you continue to ponder how you got back to the tower, and what exactly is going on, suddenly the big-screen TV flickers on.
The screen fills with the pasty visage of a chubby red headed young man with early male pattern baldness, in a trench coat and light battle armor. His booming excited voice fills the room, “Welcome Contestants! For your various skills, your team has been chosen to prove your heroic worth in. . . Control Freak’s First Contest Royal!”
“And who the Duat are you?” asks Amanuma, the snarky mummy with a pessimistic streak, deciding to take the lead. It wasn’t hard for him to be the first to decide to take the lead, given that most of your team was still groggy. His posed suggests disbelief despite most of his face not being visable; bent knee, tilted head, and upturned palm.
Control Freak’s face gets larger as if he is leaning into the camera, eyes squinting, his expression turns livid, and he screams, “I am Control Freak! How could that even not be obvious? I'm the Teen Titan's greatest nemesis! I have encyclopedic knowledge of all things TV, video game, comic, and internet! I have the strength of a Klingon and the stealth of Foxface, the technical knowledge of both McGuiver and The Doctor, with the fighting skills of Luke Skywalker combined with Jackie Chan. Truly, I am a formidable foe!”
“Sounds like you’re compensating,” snickers Amanuma. For a moment, a wave of relief rushes over you and the other young heroes, who are now reassured that this obese ‘Control Freak’ is no real threat. Control Freak lets out a frustrated Irken battle scream, stepping back and hitting something off-screen with his fist. The lights, appliances, and electronics in the tower scream to life, behaving in an absolutely crazy and erratic manner (the lights and TV flicker, the blender and microwave scream at full power, the fridge and oven doors open and close of their own accord, and from somewhere deep in the tower Icelandic pop star Baba’s ‘Disco Girl’ can be heard playing at full volume), then everything goes dead again. Breathing hard, Control Freak straightens up and composes himself, “So, my young heroes. . . as I was saying. . .”
Amanuma, unfazed by the electric tantrum, displays his famous inability to know when to shut up, “I’m not really that young. I’m like a couple thousand years old, so is it cool if I just leave now?”
“No! No, you cannot leave! You’re part of this team aren’t you, Imhotep?” rages Control Freak. Amanuma blinks blankly, suggesting he doesn’t get the reference. Control Freak checks his watch, “Damnit quit wasting my time, ‘Grimm’ is on in like, 3 minutes. So look, I'm the Dungeon Master. . . and I think you’ll agree this first challenge is a classic! I’ve hidden four bombs around the city. Just split into pairs or whatever, then locate, and defuse the bombs. . . You have 2 hours, starting. . .” he reaches off-screen once more, “Now! . . And may the odds be ever in your favor!”
The screen goes black, then a couple seconds later all the power returns to the tower, at normal levels. Amanuma turns his head to look at the reactions of the rest of the team, commenting generally, “Well. . . Sh*t.”
*******
Every other week (real world time) the team will be presented with a new challenge, regardless of the status of the last challenge. Assume Control Freak has things set up so he can end or start any challenge at any point, like a boss. Anyways, anyone who doesn’t post with the two weeks given, may be considered Dead, Hospitalized, or Captured at the GM’s discretion.
This should last about 2 1/2 months (4 challenges + the final battle with Control Freak), but we can extend or shorten that (more or less challenges) depending on how everyone feels about it (we're gonna need a Discussion Thread, yah?). - After this first challenge, I’ll try to cater the others to truly testing everyone’s powers and weaknesses, based on sign-ups.
*******
Approved Players
HEROES:
1) VampirateMace - “Amanuma” Amunemopet
2) Monster Guy - “Violet Lantern” Max
3) Sketchie - “Nightmare” Lucas
4) TheCharredDragon - “Canis Ryder/Hunter Sigbin” Linda
5) Schade - “Wonder Boy” Archie
6) Titan500 - “Armoury (II)” Camilla
7) Cobalt XIV *RESERVED*
8)
VILLAINS:
1) Control Freak (Major NPC - to be played by VampirateMace, unless otherwise stated)
***
Sign-up form:
(You may only sign-up as a hero for the purposed of this RPG, also please refrain from making a second character until we know all interested players got a slot. You can make-up minor baddies for each other to fight between challenges, but your main character is you hero.)
Super Name: Your superhero name
Civilian Name, or Secret Identity: Your birth name, or other alias(es)
Gender: Boy/male or girl/female, with a few exceptions
Age: Preferably between 13 and 19, but there can be acceptations. Such as, Cyborg being trapped in a teenage robo-body could now be older than that, or child geniuses can be younger than that.
Powers, Gadgets, and Skills:
Since this is a non-serious RPG, I’m going to try to give you more freedom than usual, but don’t be ridiculous; you still can’t be an all-powerful god. Also, any spell casters should pick specialties rather than being able to do anything.
- Remember to include a method of transportation (not teleportation).
- Include non-super power skills if they are relevant or interesting.
Personality: 8+ sentences on your mental state
Appearance: 8+ sentences of how you look (include your costume)
History: 10+ sentences on your past
*******
ME:
Super Name: Amanuma
Civilian Name(s), Secret Identity: Amunemopet (Real), Dexter Johnson (Alias)
(While Amanuma’s true name is Amunemopet, and he lets others call him Amanuma because it’s easier for them to pronounce, and Dexter Johnson is a name he uses online and undercover.)
Faction: Hero
Gender: Male
Age: 18 in appearance, but a couple thousand years older in reality…
Powers, Gadgets, and Skills:
Amanuma’s powers are twofold, he has ancient Egyptian sorcery he learned in life, and the power to manipulate his bandages to wrap-up enemies and create tripwires.
1) His Bandages - Amanuma has a finite (limited) amount of bandages, once they run out he is left with nothing to manipulate, and wearing only his loincloth and thick gold bead and ankh necklace (or whatever he’d been wearing aside from bandages). The amount of bandages he wears is enough to cocoon an average size man in two neat layers, needless to say such neat wrapping are hard to do in battle, and Amanuma generally only considers it as a last resort. He could probably also grab something with them if he really needed to.
2) His spells (See history) - Despite having turned his back on the religion he once devoted his whole being to, and in fact all religions, Amanuma still has the ability to use the magic he learned as a priest. However he can only use two spells at a time. Most of his spells pertain to the deity Sobek; Water/Floods, Healing, Crocodiles/Reptiles, and Repelling Evil. He’s also found an illusion spell that allows him to appear as a living human temporarily, but the results in him being limited to one spell without losing his disguise.
- He can summon a giant crocodile for travel purposes.
3) Amanuma is also somewhat skilled in several martial arts, which he learned post-mortem, limiting his ability to get better at them somewhat, since he can’t actually get stronger or improve his reaction time, only memorize the movements better so his performance of them is smoother. His reaction time isn’t bad though.
4) Also, he knows at least four languages; Ancient Egyptian, English, Japanese, and Spanish.
Personality:
Though Amanuma is best described as bitter and disillusioned, he has a good heart (which is pretty much the only organ he has left) and will help anyone who’s in trouble.
Amanuma was disappointed to be woken back into this world, and has since taken a severely atheist point of view, but he lets others believe as they will, and only points out his beliefs when it is relevant to the conversation. Which isn’t to say he’s non-confrontational, because in fact, he can be one mean son of a. . . well, you get the idea. . . he just doesn’t care what others believe.
Actually, he can be quite kind at times, looking out for his friends and fellow heroes, though friendship with him usually comes with a heavy dose of tough love. Amanuma tends to be unintentionally emotionally abusive, as he finds nothing wrong with pointing out (and making fun of) the flaws of others or their creations. But it doesn’t mean he doesn’t like you, it’s simply that his bitterness and disillusionment tend to inhibit his ability to be tactful most of the time. Despite this, Amanuma is very polite when meeting new people (with a few exceptions), suspiciously polite. And continued politeness may be a sign that he, in fact, doesn’t like you.
Amanuma is also fairly knowledgeable on a wide range of subjects, having traveled and studied in several countries, in addition to having been part of the educated class in his time. Of the things he once valued, little more than the desire for continued learning has survived.
Appearance:
Amanuma’s appearance is for all practical purposes, that of a horror movie style mummy, complete with glazed milky white eyes. Anyone familiar with Egyptology will note that real mummies are generally not wrapped that way, however Amanuma needs the free range of motion this style of wrapping provides in order to move, and has thus adopted them. Over his bandages he wears a thick elaborate necklace of gold beads with an ankh shaped charm, as well as a white loincloth with a djed charm attached to it. Sometimes he carries a faded multi-color over the shoulder bag he got in Mexico.
A few of Amanuma’s distinguishing features can still be made out through the bandages, including his square jaw and long hands. Due to a slight curve in his spine, Amanuma’s right shoulder appears to sit lower than his left most of the time.
Under his wrappings Amanuma has deep brown leather-like skin, withered and shriveled tight on his skeletal frame. He’s also got a long cut down his left side where his organs where removed. Without his wrapping further details of his face can be seen, his decomposed nose, and traces of black and green make-up still clinging to the skin around his eyes. Keeping with some standard of decency, Amanuma usually wears a pair of cat patterned pajama boxers when out of his bandages.
Amanuma does not smell of full-on decay, but still has a slight unpleasant scent, something like poorly made jerky (yes, I actually have smelled a mummy, science is fun). He does not eat (his stomach is not even present in his body), but he does drink sterilized (via boiling to reduce bacteria) liquids such as tea and coffee, to help keep his body from getting too brittle, and thus ripping/breaking when he moves.
When disguised as Dexter, he casts a spell over himself to look alive again. It’s a fairly complicated bit of magic somewhat out of his comfort zone, and therefore has a few weak points, such as his reflection still being that of a mummy, and his brown eyes not being completely free of their usual milky glaze. The effect is fairly good overall though, as he looks like a tall dark-skinned teen with some distinctive features. Both his square jaw and slightly curved spine are more his green polo and jeans than they were in bandages, but his hands and limbs fleshed out a little, look a lot less spindly and awkward than they normally do. Actually, the bandages are still there under the clothes that he traded his loincloth and thick necklace for, but they’re enchanted so the viewer thinks they see skin. White socks and black sneakers complete the disguise.
History:
Amanuma was once a priest in the temple of Sobek (the crocodile headed god who offered protection from crocodiles, fertilized the Nile, dispelled evil, and could cure illness), pretty high up in the hierarchy too, but he was killed when rebels broke into the temple and attacked several members of the priesthood.
Amanuma was mummified, wrapped in a red shroud (being a priest), and place in a tomb to await his journey to the afterlife. It never came, instead he was reawakened when 19th century archeologists broke into his tomb. Concerned that his writhing corpse was a sign that someone had been attacked and dressed as a mummy, the archeologists unwrapped him, then ran in horror as they realized that he really was a mummy.
It was that day Amanuma lost all his faith in there being any power beyond humanity and magic. Afterward, he traveled the Earth, trying to find some new purpose for his life, or rather afterlife. He traveled to England and then America, the countries the archeologists had come from, to see if perhaps their universities and scholars had stumbled upon some revelation or answer for his continued existence, but there were none to be found. He studied martial arts with a Japanese master as a means of trying to find inner peace. And though he learned to fight with a higher degree of skill (he couldn’t actually get stronger, being dead), the inner peace never came. He later journeyed to Mexico where legends of reanimated dead and mythical beast abounded. He was treated as a local celebrity in the town where he stayed, but never ran into anyone like himself. There were mummies there, but none that could walk or talk.
Eventually he turned to fighting crime as an outlet for his pent up frustration. He may no longer believe in the Egyptian gods, but he still wishes to do good for society. He originally joined an organization called Hero House (with a young marital artist he’d met, Banpei), but finding it crude and disorganized, he eventually left to fight crime solo, and eventually joined the Teen Titans after meeting Robin.
When asked if he wanted to join the new tower team, at least temporarily, Amanuma replied indifferently, “Eh, I could try that.”
In reality, he kind of likes his new team (most of them at least), and it’s actually kind of nice living in a place that wasn’t rundown when he got there for once. The city’s not bad either, aside from the crime.
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