Fighting Patriot wrote:

Look into the book Stranger in a Strange Land by Robert A. Heinlein, might help with the idea department. Hope it helps and good luck!

I could prolly get that off my sis, she has all his stuff., thanks.

Real Name : Terry Bradbury
Code Name : Outsider

Terry is a quiet man, some say sullen or brooding. He has spent years 'walking' the earth, and other planets. For Terry, 'walking' includes any type of travel under his own power.
He is mainly incapable of vengeance, and while he can fight, he wont kill. Although he can at times be driven by anger, such rage runs counter to his upbringing. He will always resist doing any more harm than is necessary to subdue a villain. Terry prefers to use his strength in positive ways, and has helped build many schools and hospitals in poor regions. Terry has a big heart, he cant resist stopping to help those in need, but once done, he always moved on.
Terry has finally returned home to England, and has settled down.
Terry never finished his formal schooling, leaving part way through his 14th year. School studies are thus at a basic level, this includes maths, english, science, electronics, metalwork, and woodwork. However, due to his travels, his hystory and geography are at a high level, and he has a decent understanding of 2 dozen languages, with passing familarity with many other tongues and dialects. He has no actual qualifications.
He has picked up the basics of a few fighting techniques on his travels, but is no expert.

From the travels of The Outsider.

Terry stepped from the forest onto the edge of the farmlands. He had walked from the mountains, and was looking for a river, which would undoubtedly take him to civilisation. He had stumbled onto a village. After weeks in the wilds, he longed for a nice bed, and maybe some alcohol. Although he didnt need to eat, he would enjoy a decent meal.
Terry navigated his way around the fields of crops, noting villagers in rags. Scrawny individuals, thin, emasculated. The farmland was extensive. As he reached the settlement of huts, he noted the cliff-face, and the natives working them, bringing forth carts of ore. Terry's heart sank, as he reached the village proper, and saw the boats on the river unload their catches of fish. The people were all skinny, starving, diseased, and dressed in the remains of what was once clothing.

This village should be affluent.

Being the only white man, in a region that had probably never seen one, he was expecting a reaction, but not the one he recieved. The people reacted with fear, they shy'd away from him, almost grovelling. He pulled the hood up tighter around his head, carefull not to reveal his horns, and searched for the largest house he could find.

It wasnt hard to find. At least four times bigger than the other huts. The villagers seamed to avoid it, or approach it fearfully if they had need.
Terry walked forward and up the five steps, onto the platform of the hut, pushed woven door aside, and stepped inside. He was greeted with the sight of a long hall, lit by burning torches, and at the far side, on a seat of gold (no less), sat a woman. A white woman with long red hair. She was about 30 foot away.
"A new worshiper"?
Terry paused for a second. He really was'nt expecting this.
"And who should I be worshipping"?
The woman sat up straight. "I am Hecate, witchqueen, mistress of magick".
"No, you're not", replied terry, "I know of Hecate, I've walked the world, and you're not her".
The red haired women stood bolt upright, raised her hands, and spoke a few words under her breath. Immediatly, a stream of lightning erupted from her fingertips. Terry had but a moment to react.
He went purple. The lightning hit his form, and he felt it not. Terry smiled.
Casually, he threw back the hood of his jacket, to reveal his form.
"I AM THE SON OF A TITAN, AND YOU ARE NO DEITY".
In a flash, he flew foward, and grabbed her by the neck, her eyes went wide, and then Terry changed direction. He flew straight up, the hut broke over his armored form, and he headed for the sky, with the red heaired woman still in his grasp. Higher and higher he flew, lightning dancing around his form without effect. Soon, the air grew cold, and the air grew thin.
"Soon you will pass out, and when I reach space., you're going to die".
"No, I'm sorry, no".
Terry wrapped one arm around her waist, partly to make sure she wouldnt fall, and partly because, well, she was an attractive woman, and he was still a teenager.
"Then tell me why you did it". Terry paused in the air.
"They worshiped me, I had everything I wanted".
"Did you look at them, even once", replied Terry, "they were starving, ill, in rags, whats were you thinking"?
"They're unevolved, not real people".
Terry brimmed with anger, absolute rage and fury washed through him.
"We're all people", he spat the words in her face, as he sped down towards the ground, holding the woman infront of him, "you dare call youself Hecate"!
Her eyes were wide with terror, she was in the hands of a Titan, the son of a god, a real GOD, and he was about to crush her into the Earth.
"No, no, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, sorry".
Terry stopped, about 4 foot above the ground.
"We are all people",he said, quietly, one last time.
Terry dropped the woman back in the middle of the village, and looked around at the villagers. He addressed them in their language.
"She is not a goddess, she is person, like any of you, just skilled in magic. You have guns, and bows, and darts, and spears".
Terry added, "Her power is not greater than yours".
An old woman of the village stepped forward.
"The youngsters may want to kill her, and worse before that. Why have you saved her"?
"Because", replied terry, "This could be a rich village, she could help you trade with the cities".
"Besides", he added, "You could teach her, you could show her, make her know that you are as wise as any in the world".
Terry turned to the fallen woman, who would have been a goddess. "I'll be back, to see what you'be become".

The next day, after a hearty meal and a night of drinking, Terry, The Outsider, walked away from the village. For a brief moment the tripple faced image of a goddess appeared behind him, whispered "thank you", and then vanished.

Any feedback welcome.
Also, half way through the story i realised that it could have sounded patronising, thats not my intent.

Part 2

Terry made his way down the corridor, lights flickered, and shadows danced. He should have been drunk, as was the woman on his arm, but his natural regeneration had destroyed all traces of alcoholic toxins in his body as he had walked from the bar.
"Can I hold on to your horns"? asked the green skinned female, almost stumbling over.
"In just a minute", said Terry, almost laughing.
He stopped, and pulled the girl to a halt beside him. Terry could see the door to his quarters, and the door was ajar.
"You have to go, its not safe".
She followed his gaze and said but one word "damn", before backing away the way they had came. Once Terry was sure she was gone, he walked forward and pushed his door fully open. Inside, a figure sat in a chair, facing the door. in one hand it held a short rod with a button on top.
"I've been waiting for you, Terry, Outsider".
Terry didnt answer, but rather walked to a desk and pulled out the chair, and placed it between the intruder and the door. He took his seat and stared into the intruders eyes.
They sat in silence for a minute, before the intruder spoke again.
"My master has a request of you, we need you to kill the royal family of a certain planet"
"And if I refuse"?
"Then I press this button, and the explosive charges we have placed around this station detonate".
"So"?
"So you, and I, and over 8 million people will die".
"I wont die".
"Not even you can withstand this explosion, much less when the wreckage falls into the nearby star".
"You know the recent supernova in Andromeda, I was there, and I'm still here". Terry allowed himself to smirk at the intruder, who now looked unsettled.
"Still, 8 million people will die, do you want that on your conscience"?
"Its your fingers on the button, not mine".
"By your choice, they will all die".
"Its your fingers on the button, not mine".
Again, they sat in silence, this time, it was Terry that spoke up.
"Do you think I'm going to blink? I will not be blackmailed".
"I see"...
The intruder was half way through the word 'see', then Terry acted. Faster than light, Terry grasped the intruders hand within one of his own, and with his other hand, he took the mans thumb, and snapped it off. A scream pierced the room. A few seconds later, the intruder made to press the button with his free hand, and instantly, terry had a grasp on that wrist.
Terry stood facing the intruder, a firm hold on each of the mans arms. With another smirk, Terry pushed his head forward, butting the intruder in he face, breaking his nose and knocking him out cold.
Terry carefully took the device from the intruders hand, then walked over to a console on the wall beside the door, and pressed the buttons to call for security. A fizzing sound made Terry turn to where he had left the intruder on the floor, as it disloved into nothingness.

Security came, and went. The device was found to be a dud, and security sweeps found no hidden explosives.
Terry wondered if he had been tested, and if so, had he passed, or failed.

AAlbusUUmbra wrote:

So basically, Terry is the ultimate flying brick.

Haha, yeah, I guess you could say that.
However, I wasnt being unrealistic with the physics in the last segment, I got the numbers from this :-
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=V-fL8zopddI

AAlbusUUmbra wrote:

Criminus wrote:
AAlbusUUmbra wrote:
So basically, Terry is the ultimate flying brick.

Haha, yeah, I guess you could say that.
However, I wasnt being unrealistic with the physics in the last segment, I got the numbers from this :-https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=V-fL8zopddI

I noticed the similarities. They were very insightful, and helped make Terry seem much more realistic, especially considering that Vsauce3 and friends actually compute the physics behind stuff to get the theoretical results.

Mind you, it solves the "who would win between Superman and Batman" debate.
Sups just has to get within a few miles of Bats, then clap his hands.

Terry's corpse lay splayed out across the asteroid, blood was splattered across dozens of meters, while shards of broken bone and ripped flesh jutted out from the rocks.
Somewhere in the remains, a few cells still lived, and they drew together. It took many hours, but they began to reanimate, or rebuild, their nearest neighbors. Bit by bit, organs where reassembled, connected together, and made to function. The Brain came alive, and internally, Terry screamed. An hour later, his throat was repaired, and after that, all the raw nerves in his spine mended. Finally, Terry was able to stand.
From his place on the asteroid, he could see Renders Moon. Renders moon is a miscreants heavan. Frequented by pirates, thieves, mercanaries,brigands, and bandits; Terry had gone there to arrest a murderer known as Mako. It turned out that Mako had a mutated power to summon the chaotic forces of pandomonium, and Terry had overestimated his own defences. Although he could move at the speed of light, his perceptions where still human, and Mako had simply beaten him to the draw.
The chaos bolt had cut through his telekinetic force field as if it didnt exist, and had blasted his body across space, where it had impacted with this very asteroid.

Terry concidered his options. He could simply fly at the asteroid at the speed of light. He would hit with with enough force to generate nuclear fusion on a tremendous level, blowing the moon to smithereens, and killing Mako, and every other rogue there. However, that would be simple murder, and Terry was no murderer. Further, it is likely that not all of the inhabitants of Renders Moon where criminal, or even there of their own will, and maybe even some of villains could change their ways.
Another concern played on Terry's mind. Mako had already defeated him, and while he was not afraid of another confrontation, and with the knowledge that he could obliterate Mako with ease, his sense of honour held him back. Mako had won this day, so he would give him this day.

Terry turned and flew away from Renders Moon. He would watch the news feeds, he would be paying attention.
The next time Mako commited a crime, the Outsider would have him.

Several weeks had passed since the Alucard robot had been destroyed, and Terry had been under almost constant attack. Whoever had built the robot had been busy, the humanoid form had been replaced by a more practical sphere, with an indented section for generating the life-draining beam attack, like a miniature death-star. The robots no longer spoke, or pretended to be human in any way, they only sought to kill mutant and supernatural beings.
Terry, was apparently their prime target.
For his part, Terry's power had been drained significantly. A few hits had caught him unaware and lowered his cellular regeneration and enhanced senses, but for the most part, his telekinesis had taken the hits. His defensive aura, flight speed, and repulsive power had been greatly lowered.
On the plus side, Terry had learned to use his telekinesis at range, though it was still but a repulsive force, firing blasts from his hands.

Terry hovered, about 100 meters from the office block, many windows were open, or broken, and spheres were pouring out of them. Terry picked them off one by one with ranged blasts, exploding shards of metal and plastic across the sky. Once in a while, a bolt would hit him, and terry could feel his power dropping a tiny fraction each time.
He knew that this couldnt go on.
Focusing for a moment, Terry fired a wide cone of energy forward. The spheres where all knocked back, and he flew forward. He picked them off as he neared, until he was in the building, and there, taking up the entire floor, was a massive teleport pad. Spheres where still streaming out of it.
Holding his hands forward, and firing waves of concussive telekinesis, Terry made it onto the pad. Then the world changed.
He was obviously underground, or at least within a massive dome like cave. Work benches and computer banks surrounded the outer wall at 'ground' level, while another machine sat alone in the middle of the cavern, beside it, a middle aged man, with greying hair and spectacles, worked furiously at the controls. Out of this machine poured the life draining spheres. Terry took three substantial hits as he took in his surroundings, he felt his telekinesis fall further, and for a brief moment a searing pain on his head.
With everything he had left, Terry began firing telekinetic bolts forward, one by one the spheres disintegrated, and then, with a final push, Terry fired directly into the the great machine, and blew it apart.
Immediatly, a computer station on the outer wall exploded, as a chain reaction began to take effect. The grey man began to get to his feet, parts of his spheres, machinery, and electronics had been blasted into his body. He must have been in agony, and his face contorted, maybe in pain or anger, but then he started laughing madly.
A crack, opened up in the dome of the cave, rock and dirt crashed down to the floor.
"come with me, I can help you", yelled Terry, but the grey man just sat down and continued laughing.
As Terry watched, a massive section of ceiling cracked open, and he was forced to back away. Terry backed onto the teleport pad, and was gone.
Terry arrived back in the city tower block, and half a second later, the hum of the teleport pad died. The connection was obviously broken.

Terry wandered the city for awhile, it seamed obvious that the cave had collapsed, and the grey man who had engineered the machines was probably dead in the middle of it. However, it was not a certainty, there was a slim chance that the crazy man, whoever he was, may have survived. Terry had lost most of his power, though considering that his telekinesis had had almost no limits, even the small fraction that remained was still alot.
Terry passed a shop window, and by chance glanced in. What he saw made him stop in utter shock. He thought back to the attacks in the cave, and the pain he had felt.
His horns where gone. Terry Bradbury, The Outsider, could finally live a normal life.
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Terry Bradbury, aka, The Outsider.

Passive Powers
Cellular Regeneration.
Every living cell in his body generates a psionic field, the primary use of this is to rebuild and sustain themselves and their nearest neighbors. Terry can survive in almost any environment, from deep space, to close proximity to a star. He does not need to eat, drink, or breathe, and is resistant to radiation and toxins. He does not age, and heals quickly. This power is generally environmental, it does not protect from direct attacks, and the healing may take many hours to recover serious injury.
(Mid level 'Internal life support', low level 'regeneration', and eternal youth)

Active Powers
Repulsive Telekinesis.
The psionic field emitted from his cells, flows through his will power. This power can generate as a limited form of telekinesis, the limit being that it is purely repulsive. Activating this power grants Terry a purple aura. This gives a defensive field, flight, feats of super strength, and the ability to fire telekinetic force bolts. There is no fine control to these powers, it is simply a raw kinetic energy 'push'. Power feats are in the 84 to 99 ton range (81+3D6), in earths atmosphere he can reach speeds close to mach 9. He could reach much faster speeds in space, but it may take him many hours to build up to light speed (and hours to slow down again).

Sensory Powers
While telekinetic field is active, he can detect catastrophe on the scale of a state or small country, and can detect injustice in city range.

*well, its been a few days since Terry went insane (ish), and nobody has stepped up to stop him, you've all had your chance*
*I was sort of hoping for a concerted role playing effort, using your characters powers and tactics, to end the destruction of America*
*too late, onto stage two*

The north American landmass was devastated, every city had been thrown into space, or thrown onto other cities, only a few people were left alive in rural areas.
Terry was not finished. He flew over to The Himalayas and picked up Mount Everest, and with the utmost care, threw it at Paris.
The Europe-Asian continent would be the next to fall.

*If nobody steps up in the next few days, the Australian continent and surrounding island communities are next*