With Great Power is an animanga superhero roleplay set in an original universe featuring a freeform and easy to learn system. We are inspired by the likes of DC Comics, Marvel Comics, My Hero Academia, One Punch Man, Tiger and Bunny and much more. The possibilities for characters and powers are almost endless and players are free to let their imaginations run wild! With such great power, what will you become?
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s Butch regaled Oliver with the story of how men with military grade weapons were taken down with a smoke bomb and a few blades, he couldn’t hold back a smirk. This Catman’s style was certainly… different, and Oliver considered hiring him if he could be reasoned with. But just as he was about to comment on Butch’s story, he heard a creak in the attic above them. An irritated sigh escaped Oliver’s mouth as he watched the Italian mobster arm his men with pistols and send them to investigate. at the moment, Oliver decided to not react to the entire situation because this was an abandoned building, so there was a pretty good chance that it was just a rat scurrying about. For a moment, the room fell silent as they waited for the three men to investigate. Then the silence was suddenly broken by the sound of screams and gunfire in the attic. In response, Oliver put out his cigarette on the table and finally stood up from his seat.
He took off his suit jacket and carefully hung it over the chair he had been sitting on, before creating a katana out of shadows. Then he moved closer to the entrance of the attic but made sure not to stand directly below it in order to avoid being ambushed by whoever was above them. As he looked at the entrance of the attic, Oliver noticed blood dripping from it and onto the floor below, which clearly signaled that the three men that had been sent up there were dead. Oliver turned back to look at the other gangsters in the room ”clear out. I don’t want any random gunfire or distractions.” Oliver didn’t trust these men in the slightest. He had seen the toughest of men armed with guns accidentally shoot themselves or their allies once fear had crept into their souls, and he was In no mood to deal with that right now.
Then he redirected his attention to the attic, he didn’t know who had crashed their party, but he had a hunch. ” I’ve cleared the room. If you are who I think you are, I’d like to make you an offer. I can tell you’re not a hero because dead bodies generally aren’t part of their MO. So, how about you work for me? I pay well and I could use a ninja in my ranks.” his voice was directed upward toward whoever was in the attic. Oliver had prepared his shadow katana in case of an ambush, but he had also made the shadows in the attic take the form of hands, in order to feel around the attic so he could pinpoint the exact location of whoever was up there. If he was lucky, Oliver could probably catch the person up there with one of the shadow hands and get the jump on the intruder before things escalated. The only problem was that he couldn’t see what was going on up there, so his shadow hands were feeling around aimlessly, hopefully, they could find the intruder before the little bugger became aware of them.
t was a Friday night and the city had just come alive. But while the city’s night owls were enjoying themselves, Oliver was out doing what he did best. Making bodies disappear. After a few hours of doing dirty work, Oliver sat in the backseat of his matte black G wagon with a contemplative expression on his face as he lit a cigarette. The first drag of his cigarette was always the slowest and the one he enjoyed the most. He then continued to enjoy his cigarette in the backseat while his driver took him to one of the clubs that were owned by the Belmont family, so he could let off some steam. The moment the bouncers identified his car, they straightened up their posture and their uniform. Oliver nonchalantly exited the car, with a small puff of smoke following him as he walked past the bouncers and offered them a subtle nod as a greeting.
The moment Oliver entered the threshold of the nightclub, his senses were bombarded. His eyes took in the site of bodies rhythmically moving and shaking, while his ears took in the melodies and base of some new hit the DJ was playing. The scent of Oliver’s cigarette was overpowered by the scent of alcohol in the air and the club was packed as usual. But tonight, it seemed a bit more packed than it had been all week. Oliver also noticed that quite a lot of the people in here were wearing black and red clothing, others even had their faces covered in paint. It obviously caught his attention for a moment, then he made his way to the bar area. The manner in which even drunk people steered clear of Oliver as he walked past them made it feel like they could smell the blood on his hands. This was the kind of fear that his family had accumulated over the years.
When Oliver reached the bar, he was given a warm greeting by Kim, the manager of this particular club. Without him even asking, she brought out a bottle of his favorite bourbon and a glass then placed both on the counter. Oliver nodded in appreciation before leaning in to talk to Kim. ”Why are there so many people dressed in black and red tonight? Some of them are even wearing face paint…Is it some kind of trend I don’t know about, or a costume party theme you had planned?” Oliver’s managers didn’t tell him about every event they threw in his clubs, he mostly found out randomly. Kim shook her head before replying ”no, those are Punkette fans. I spent a good amount of cash hiring her to perform tonight. And the place filled up with some people from her fan base. ” Oliver gave a nonchalant shrug, he didn’t really know who or what Kim was talking about ”I wouldn’t give a fuck even if they were all part of a cult, as long as they’re buying drinks I’m happy.” after speaking, Oliver placed his cigarette between his lips again so that his hands were free to grab the bourbon and the glass that Kim had placed on the counter for him.
He made his way to his favorite table, which at this point had always been kept vacant in the VIP section, in case of nights like these when Oliver would just randomly walk in. Once he was seated, he began pouring himself some bourbon and observing the patrons of his nightclub, he was kind of curious about this musician that had attracted such an oddly dressed fan base. So, he decided he would watch the performance firsthand to see what all the hype was about.
espite the fact that Oliver had made his point, he still didn’t disperse the shadows he had collected under the table. He decided to keep them right where they were, as a hidden insurance policy; in case someone was dumb enough to try and pull a gun on him. Oliver hadn’t gotten this far in life by trusting people that weren’t sworn to him and He especially had to keep his guard up now, since he had assaulted the leader of the Clover gang. Oliver was sure the Irishman would plot some kind of petty scheme to get back at him for the embarrassing display that had taken place a few seconds ago, but Oliver didn’t really care in the slightest. His cold glare scanned the room for any other signs of resistance from the crime bosses, and when he was satisfied that there were no others, he turned his attention back to the Italian mobster on the other end of the table.
Oliver was a bit more comfortable with the Italian since he was an old family friend, but that didn’t mean it was a reason to let his guard down. When Bobby was told to offer Oliver a glass of wine, he accepted the glass with a nod and placed it on the table beside him. The young Belmont was hesitant to take a sip until the Mobster that had offered him the wine drank it first. Then when Oliver was satisfied that it was safe, he took a large swig from the glass. ”you weren’t lying, this is some good stuff” he spoke while placing the glass on the table and directing his attention to the map. As he listened to the mobster explain what he’d be dealing with, Oliver found himself more interested in the matter.
Usually heroes were very well-known public figures, they had catchy names and fan clubs that knew all about their powers. Dealing with heroes like that was usually very easy because there was no shortage of public information that Oliver could use against them. But with this particular hero, all he had to work with was a pair of cat ears and a black suit. No one even knew what this hero could do, which was a surprisingly smart way of doing the hero thing. This guy was not like the rest of the hero folk who publicized their abilities and denied themselves the element of surprise. ”no one knows his hero name or his power huh? So basically, I’m going into this fight blind… That’s alright, after this meeting I’d like to speak privately with all the men who survived an encounter with this human cat. I want to hear a detailed description of their encounter. The devil is in the details. ”
When the Italian mobster spoke about giving Oliver a deadline of one week, the young Belmont arched an eyebrow for a moment, then finished the rest of his wine in one big swig. A nonchalant smirk made its way onto his face before he spoke ”I’ve already given all of you my word that the situation will be handled. But I will not be rushed by grown men who fear a cat in a suit… This is not a negotiation or a voting poll. No one is going through with the plan against Aegis. That is final. I will handle the cat and the Count.” Oliver paused for a moment to pull out his cigarette box from his suit pocket, before he continued speaking. ”Now, unless any of you have a problem with that, you can all fuck off, meeting adjourned. Oliver spoke in his usual calm and nonchalant tone, while pulling a cigarette out from the box and lighting it. He began smoking his second cigarette while waiting for the crime bosses to either scurry back into their rat holes or defy him if they had a problem with it.
liver sat calmly in his chair and attentively listened as the older mobster explained his reason for such a drastic move against Aegis. As expected, the reasons were quite sensible. These men felt as though they were being backed into a corner by one particular hero who seemed hell bent on interfering with their business. So, it was only natural for them to try pushing back, and this “Count” guy looked like a good way to push back against the hero that was doing this to them. Oliver took one final drag from his cigarette before putting it out and flicking the cigarette butt toward a nearby bin. Sadly, the cigarette butt didn’t quite go into the bin and simply bounced off the rim before hitting the ground. Oliver then sat quietly and watched as the Italian mobster addressed the rest of the table and asked who else was in.
At first the room was silent, but immediately after the leader of the Clover gang joined up, the rest of the criminals in the room began to murmur amongst themselves like teenage girls. It was at that point that Oliver raised his hand for a moment, in order to silence the room. Then his gaze focused on the Italian mobster. ” Every once in a while, a hero loses their way and finds themselves entangled in the sticky web of the underworld. This hero that’s bothering you isn’t the first and he won’t be the last. I’ll handle it the same way my family always has.” he paused for a second to let his words sink in ”I’ll Pull some strings for information , then make the hero disappear. Quietly. There is no need to start a war over one guy. ” Despite being one of the youngest people here, Oliver usually found himself being the voice of reason among hot headed gangsters twice his age. And if reason didn’t work, he was more than happy to get his point across in a more brutal way if needed.
”As for the Count…I decline his offer. Villains are psychotic egomaniacs, and My people will not become cannon fodder for some freak in tights. I’ve seen what they do to the people who work for them..its not pretty.” his dark gaze drifted over to the large Irishman who had loudly proclaimed that he was joining the Count, ”I wouldn’t be surprised if he killed you and turned all your men into his henchman the moment he lays eyes on you. And What would stop him… you?” while Oliver spoke, a tentacle composed entirely of the Irishman’s shadow wrapped itself around the Irishman’s neck, with each second it tightened its grip more and more until the man’s face began changing color. Oliver’s expression remained cold and nonchalant as the Irishman made a futile attempt to gasp for some air and cling to life just a few moments longer.
Then suddenly, the tentacle disappeared from the man’s neck and went back to being a regular shadow just as the Irishman’s face had turned blue. ”That was just to give you an idea of how villains play. If I were a villain, you’d be dead right now and your men would work for me… you people have no place in the world of capes and tights. Stay out of it. End of discussion. ” Oliver wanted them to know he wasn’t giving them a choice in the matter. He could kill most of them with their own shadows if he wanted to, but he decided to wait and give them a chance to comply willingly. In case they tried to shoot him, he began collecting shadows under the table, in order to incase himself in shadow armor the moment someone tried to pull a gun out.
here had always been an order to how things worked in this city, the corny heroes in capes and tights focused on the cliché supervillains bent on world domination, and the police handled the organized crime. That was the city’s food chain, and it had always worked. So when Oliver was invited to a meeting where the city’s crime organizations wanted to discuss taking down Aegis, he felt disappointed. He couldn’t understand why these dopes wanted to get themselves involved in the world of capes and tights. Their job was to let the freaks fight each other and make millions under the radar, simple. These idiots were about to swing above their weight class and fuck up the system by attracting hero attention to organized crime. That kind of attention would obviously fuck with Oliver’s profit margins, So as the head of the Belmont crime family, Oliver felt obligated to attend the meeting and stop this foolishness.
He sat impatiently in the backseat of his matte black G wagon, contemplating the absurdity of the meeting he was about to attend. Oliver was usually pretty laid back and would usually have deep conversations with his driver while they were on the road, but today he sat silently in the backseat, drowning in thought as his driver navigated the city. His father had always taught him that the secret to running an illegal empire was misdirection and discretion. It seemed as though criminals these days didn’t quite understand that, and it would have to be rectified. Suddenly, Oliver’s driver put on some music to snap him out of his contemplative state before he spoke ” I must admit, you’re better company when you’re drunk sir. All that brooding back there isn’t befitting”
Oliver smirked at his drivers comment, ” you’ve got a point Rob, by the way. Make sure three cars with reinforcements are on their way. I have a feeling this meeting might not go smoothly” Oliver spoke while retrieving a box of Marlboros and a lighter from his pocket, in one fluid motion he pulled a cigarette out of the box, place it between his lips and lit it. For some reason, the first and last drags of a cigarette were always the best, so he took his time to savor the first drag of this cigarette and relaxed while enjoying the rest of the ride to the meeting. In a matter of minutes, he had arrived to the venue of the meeting. Oliver stepped out of the car with half a cigarette in hand, and nonchalantly strolled into the venue. Everyone knew that the Belmont crime family was one of the biggest criminal organizations in the city, so his entrance had a visible effect on the surrounding criminals as the room fell silent.
Oliver locked eyes with the Italian mobster who had arranged this meeting for a moment or two while taking another drag from his cigarette, then he took his seat at the table. ” I’m not one for mincing words, so I will make things quick. You idiots are punching above your weight class. And you’ll most likely fuck things up for all our bank accounts if you mess with the heroes. So, there will be no antagonizing Aegis. Does anyone object?” his voice was calm and smooth, immediately after speaking he took another drag from his cigarette as the room began to darken ever so slightly and the shadows around them began to make subtle but menacing movements. His black eyes took in the facial expressions of everyone at the table in order to look for any signs of retaliation.
Smart Ass: Oliver usually relies on logic to solve issues. Sadly, he mostly uses his big brain for things like coming up with smart ass remarks, cheating at card games, and finding ways to do less work than is required of him. He can be a bit lazy and usually prefers to work smart instead of working hard. So, he often comes up with new and creative strategies to get things done with as little work as possible. He does this so he can have more time to himself with a few cigarettes and a good book instead of working. Despite his lazy nature, he can become quite a threatening force when he sets his sights on something. His mind is sharp and capable of formulating battle strategies or deceptive cons on the spot (due to his past job in a casino). Oliver is quite a trickster by nature and prefers to outthink his adversaries instead of overpowering them. He may occasionally use charm to try and talk his way out of a situation or into one and is quite an eloquent negotiator. [break][break]
Cynical: Oliver grew up on the streets of a city with an extravagant nightlife. A city that preys on the weak and naïve, so it forced him to grow up quickly and lose his innocence. Unlike most vigilantes, he isn’t motivated by ideals like justice, honor, fame, or morality. He simply runs his family’s criminal organization because it pays well enough for him to afford expensive booze, quality cigarettes, and books. He became a vigilante in order to get rid of his family's competition in the criminal world. not because he really wants to stop crime. He has no intention of becoming rich, he doesn’t want to be someone’s role model nor does he like the responsibility of leading (even though his tactical abilities would make him a good leader). All he wants is to be able to buy good booze, cigarettes, and books. [break][break]
Calm: Oliver is quite a calm and easy-going person. It's difficult to rattle him and even if you do manage to make him lose his composure and feel something, he hides it behind sarcasm and humor. Oliver navigates through life with a nonchalant demeanor towards people in general. His devil may care attitude occasionally rubs people the wrong way. [break][break]
Hedonistic: Oliver loves indulging in pleasurable activities, you will most likely find him drinking or cheating at card games. [break][break]
Oliver was born as the youngest son of the Belmont family, a powerful crime family that operates all over the world but is based in New York. The family was known for their drug trafficking, extortion, and Racketeering. So, a normal life was out of the question for Oliver and his siblings. Oliver was sent to prestigious schools during the day, but each afternoon he was put through rigorous training to develop his fighting abilities and marksmanship to ensure that he could survive the dangerous illegal dealings of the Belmont family. And although Oliver excelled at hand to hand combat and swordsmanship, he was less effective in combat than his elder brothers. Mostly because while they trained, Oliver would sneak off to enjoy a cigarette while reading a book. [break][break]
As Oliver got older, his father realized that Oliver was well-read and had a head for business, unlike his older brothers who only enjoyed the brutal nature of the family business instead of the financial side of their illegal enterprise. So their father focused on teaching Oliver the ins and outs of the business, he kept Oliver by his side while he handled business so he could observe and learn. When Oliver turned 15 he learned why his family had been successful for so many generations, One of his ancestors had struck a deal with a demon. In every generation, the demon would pick one member of the Belmont family to bestow its power of darkness onto. This person would lead the family business and continue the cycle of murder and violence to satiate the demon’s appetite for death and souls. In return, it would give the family head power over the shadows themselves as well as wealth. [break][break]
His father had inherited the power to control shadows from this demon and although the power was usually passed on to the first-born child, Oliver’s father had decided to pass it onto Oliver, his youngest son. Because even though Oliver’s elder brothers were better fighters and marksmen than him, they lacked the business skills their father wanted from an heir. So on Oliver’s 16th birthday, the power to control darkness was passed onto him. His father no longer had the power, but continued to run the family’s illegal businesses until he believed that Oliver was ready, and because the power now lived in his youngest son, Oliver was permanently marked as his successor. As he got older, Oliver used the family’s influence to forcefully purchase a few legal nightclubs and hotels to clean the dirty money the family made. In the process, he bought his own nightclub which he calls “Bedrock”.[break][break]
In his spare time, Oliver's father trained him to use his darkness manipulation ability. Oliver decided to use this gift to eliminate the Belmont family’s competition by fighting crime as a vigilante called “Loki” but people have started calling him “Lowkey” instead.
Oliver has the power to manipulate and even create darkness. But creating darkness is a time-consuming process so he mostly sticks to manipulating and enlarging existing shadows. Oliver mostly uses shadows to create solid constructs such as swords for combat, extra hands to multitask, wings for brief flight, and many other constructs. The density of his constructs depends on how many shadows he puts into each construct and the size of the shadows he puts into his constructs as well. For example, a sword made from a dog’s shadow will be weaker than a sword made from a car’s shadow because the car’s shadow is bigger. And a construct made from only one shadow will generally be weaker than a construct made from the shadows of multiple things.[break][break] In situations where there are no nearby shadows, he can create darkness but this is a time-consuming task and tends to be more difficult if lighting conditions work against him. .[break][break] X - His darkness manipulation powers are also generally weak against light manipulation users or people with angelic fire or angelic light because his abilities originate from a demon his family made a deal with. [break][break]
Darkness Teleportation: Darkness Teleportation Oliver can teleport from one shadow to another instantaneously. He mostly uses it for short-range teleportation because long-range teleportation is strenuous and can’t be done more than twice in a row without resting for an hour or two. [break][break]
X -Long range teleportation can be extremely strenuous and can’t be done repeatedly[break][break]
Shadow Camouflage: Shadow Camouflage wiki: Oliver can make himself and whoever he touches invisible as long as he is in the darkness or in shadows.[break][break] X -this ability only prevents him from being seen, other senses can still detect him so he can be heard, smelt, or found using psychic abilities. . [break][break]
Darkness Adaptation: Darkness Adaptation: Oliver’s vision and other senses are enhanced to superhuman levels during the night time or when he is in the darkness.[break][break] X -His eyes are more sensitive to bright light and he can easily be blinded by the brightness.[break][break]
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✽ HAND TO HAND COMBAT [break][break]
Oliver is skilled at mixed martial arts and street fighting. But even though he is a skilled hand to hand fighter, Oliver is still mostly an ordinary human. His maximum running speed is 20mph and he is capable of bench pressing 317lbs for a few reps before toning it down to a more manageable 300lbs or 290lbs. [break][break]
✽ WEAPON PROFICIENCY [break][break] Because of the strenuous training, Oliver was subjected to in his youth, he is extremely proficient at the use of melee weapons like swords, knives, axes, spears, etc. [break][break] X - Sadly his proficiency is limited to only melee weapons, he is not a good marksman at all.[break][break]
