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The return of Black Falcon

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The return of Black Falcon

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backstory coming up. From COH to that stupid DC Online and now here. Just another year and a half.
https://cityoftitans.com/forum/return-black-falcon

First sighting in Titan city

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The original BF from COH

The original BF from COH

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Sometimes being a hero means

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NAME: Black Falcon

NAME: Black Falcon
ALIAS: Natasha Faraday
AGE: 23
ORIGIN: Mutant
POWERS: Darkness/corrosive energies defensive powers
CLASS: Brute (not sure how that translates into Titan terminology)

At 23, she's a slim 115 pounds, 5'2", light brown hair that matches her wings, and blue eyes. She's as pretty as a super model. BF is a bubbly, spontaneous, energetic girl. She's always quick to smile, and loves to tell jokes. Crime fighting is excitement for her, not a grim duty.

Titan City knows her as a heroine, but the nation is far more familiar with Black Falcon, the masked TV spokeswoman for Cook's Electronics. Her good looks, wings and skimpy outfit has made her a favorite on the internet, and launched a second career in commercials. But her first love is crime fighting. **She's a bit more violent and less concerned with property damage than other heroes, but that's why she wears a mask-no litigation.** She loves fighting super villains for the sheer variety of crazy powers, and she hates zombies, because they smell bad and squish when you hit them.

Natasha Faraday was born a meta-human. Her parents are the retired super villains, Velvet Viper and Speed Demon. Regretting their previous lives as villains, the family kept moving, always looking over their shoulders. They pressed upon the young Natasha the importance of secrecy-your sins will find you out. Seeing the fear her parents lived in, Little Natasha swore never to do anything that would endanger them.

Life changed when she entered high school. With adolescence came her powers. Keeping a secret is the hardest thing for a teen, but a life lived in fear had prepared her well.

She could sprout wings at will. But the deadly darkness terrified her at first. Her hands could channel a black corrosive energy that damaged anything it touched. Black tendrils of smoke would leak from her fists. A punch could crumple solid metal as easily as if she had super strength. She could place her hands on a wall, letting the darkness seep in. Pulling away suddenly, she could collapse the entire side of a building. Simply touching a person (near the heart or head) would induce unconsciousness-its been described as having a piece of your soul ripped away.

Physically, she's about three times as fast/strong as normal human. A swipe of her wing could fling a man across the room. Bullets will sting, but bounce off her. Her dark powers enhanced even her physical attributes.

Her parents moved again at this point to a place deep in the country. Here they tutored their girl to use and understand her powers-not to fear them. Her mother made her first costume. Her father drove home the point that to be a villain was to live in fear. No possible gain was worth that.

Upon her triumphant return to Titan City, she became a hero. Her charm caught first the attention of the Titan Herald, then the local TV stations, and then Cook's Electronics (who came up with a novel way to pay her and yet keep her identity a secret). She would be horrified to learn that Anthem has watched all along, knowing her family's secret.

Today, Black Falcon lives in a posh east side apartment, living off her commercial endorsements. She is also a part owner of a trendy high rise bar. All in all, Black Falcon is a gal on the move.

Her biggest secret is a small army of Private Eyes she employs. She's not a natural detective, so she built a camera and radio into her mask. Her favorite PI is a grizzled retiree named Madigan (who himself was a hero back in the day). Her camera feed goes straight to his agency (Titan Investigations), and she can access any number of agents (she can end up with four or five of them walking through a mission with her). The favorite duty at the agency is Falcon Vision, they get to sit in easy chairs and give advice to a gal who does all the hard work.

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It was a simple smash and

It was a simple smash and grab. Back the truck through the glass storefront, the boys would jump out grabbing the good stuff, and away they would go. It would take mere minutes… what could go wrong?

That’s what Barry kept telling himself. All he has to do was stay in the truck, keep the engine going, and peel out when they told him too. But this was Paragon, and things weren’t always so easy.

Something fluttered. What was that? Looking out, Barry jumped when a woman smiled back at him. She wore a mask. Barry cursed. He hated Titan City! He leaned on the horn to warn the guys. More fluttering. Now she was in front of the truck. She had wings and her hands were smoking. She punched through the radiator. Boiling water sprayed out. She punched again, the truck shuddered, the hood crumpled, and the engine died. Barry fled out the back.

The guys were just standing there. Barry yelled, “It’s a hero!”
They backed up. Glass shattered and the winged woman entered.
“Hello boys. Little late to be shopping, don’t cha think?”

The guys stepped back, looking for a way out. Low laughter wafted from behind them.
“What are you losers afraid of? Its Black Falcon. She’s on the Cook’s Electronics commercials. This is a wanna-be movie star, not a cape.”

Tremor stepped up front. He pulled a ceramic figurine from his leather jacket.
“OK boys, scatter. Meet at the usual place. I’ll take care of this one.”

He threw the figurine on the floor, shattering it. Black Falcon was thrown off balance as the ground buckled and heaved. The floor burst, scattering chunks of cement. A giant creature of stone stood before her.

“I was looking forward to testing myself against a real hero, But you’ll have to make do.”

The creature swung a massive fist, it caught Black Falcon and slammed her into the truck. Even with her armor, she felt that. Raising her hand, she summoned a staff cracking with energy and blasted the creature, knocking it back.

“What the…” Tremor fumbled with something in his jacket. Better give him something to occupy his time, BF thought. With a gesture, she opened a gate to the netherworld at his feet. Dark tentacles reached out entwining him. Otherworldly screams of torment escaped from the black pit. Sometimes the netherworld scared her.

The creature was getting up. Black Falconn leapt to attack raining rapid-fire blows upon it’s chest. Black energies from the netherworld cracked and split the rock. The creature roared in frustration, spewing a cone of super-heated sand and rock. She was engulfed and knocked back. “I just washed my hair!” She thought.

The creature pulled a two handed attack and missed. BF again leapt, reaching out with her left hand. Black energies. released by her touch, siphoned its life force into the netherworld. A section of the creature’s chest fell away crumbling into gravel. Again, she delivered a rapid-fire series of blows, smashing her way right through the creature. It fell in ruin behind her.

Black Falcon turned to face Tremor. The netherworld gate had closed. He was shaken, but not out. His fists were encased in stone.
“I expected my elemental to finish you, movie star. No matter. I can do this better myself”

Black Falcon said nothing, but summoned her staff. A wave of energy blasted him against the far wall smashing an array of monitors. Snarling, he rose from the wreckage. She was there to meet him with a rapid-fire series of punches, He staggered at the impact, black smoke blinded him. He swung wildly. Then he felt an almost gentle touch caressing his face. He gasped. It felt like a piece of his soul was ripped away. He fell into a dark abyss.

Back Falcon stayed until the police arrived. They interviewed her, and hauled Tremor off to the Zig. She searched the area, but the gang had gotten away. The store’s security cameras had caught the entire battle, The next morning the dramatic fight was all over the news. She never saw it, though. She was fast asleep.

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“Idiot!” a bone white fist

“Idiot!” a bone white fist hit the table. The Cabal cringed. “I gave specific orders to avoid any confrontation with heroes. I taught him magic. I gave him power. It went to his head.”
The skull turned to the Cabal. Its eyeballs rolled over each of them in turn. “Now Tremor’s arrogance threatens us all.”

Mr Bones stood up. He was a skeleton. He wore a tailored zoot suit, and a fedora. Reaching to a shelf, he opened a jar. A moth fluttered out, and perched on a skeletal finger. The moth bore a death’s head on its back.
“Number five.” The skull whispered.
The moth fluttered once about the table as if searching, and then flew out the window.

Mr Bones looked at the 11 members of the Cabal, “We now have an opening in our little group…”

“We’re in position, Command. What’s the visual?”
>No movement, same as before. Covers over his head.<
Officer Kowalski didn’t like this. Unknown metas were always dangerous. That Falcon girl said he had some sort of earth based powers, so he was placed in one of the Stronghold’s upper story holding cells. And now he hadn’t moved in 6 hours.

“Get ready.” Kowalski warned. The team crouched weapons out. He stood to one side, and entered the code. The first set of blast doors opened. He punched a button and the 2nd set slid open.

The team rushed in. Weapons pointed at the man under the covers. Kowalski wished he has a super to back him up. The man was surrounded.
Kowalski kicked the bed and backed up. “Wake up call! You were given the order an hour ago.”
No response.
“Last chance, loser!” Kowalski grabbed a fistful of the blanket.
No response.

Kowalski ripped away the blanket. He gasped. The team looked on in fascinated horror.
The meta human was dead. The sheets were soaked with blood. His face was eaten away, only the skull and the eyeballs were left.

No one noticed the dead moth in the corner…