XanatosForever
Steward of RP
Name : Unknown
Alias : Red X
Age : 18
Gender : Male
Powers : Red X Suit - Red X's powers derive from his suit's belt. The belt relies on power from the element Xenothium. The suit is also fitted with an invisibility or cloaking device, and a teleportation device. The palms of his gloves can also form X-shaped manifestations which can act as shuriken, wrist-mounted blades, restraints (by constriction or adhesion), timed explosives, instant openings, or any other conceivable function.
Red X's main weapon systems are designed in specific ways to beat each of the original Titans, but are still formidable and versatile enough to be effective in most any situation.
Weaknesses : Xenothium powers the majority of Red X's abilities, and when depleted renders most of his tools inert, leaving him incredibly vulnerable. Also, while being near the peak of physical conditioning, he is still only human, rendering him less powerful than most meta-humans. Psychologically, Red X is confident to the point of arrogance, leaving little in his mind that he cannot accomplish. This can lead to him pushing himself into overwhelming situations.
Skills/abilities : Physically, Red X is an accomplished acrobat and martial arts fighter, possibly as skilled as the original leader of the Titans, Robin. He has spent a great deal of time studying the art of meditation and thought control, making him resistant to psychic attacks to some degree, particularly telepathy.
Personality : Red X is less than serious as a Titan, finding most of his battles amusing and being more concerned with messing with his opponents. When the stakes are high, however, he makes sure that his foes are taken down quickly and efficiently. His arrogance can be a hindrance, but he can always be counted on to work with the team when the chips are down.
Bio : It's a crisp night with a cool breeze. The yacht roams the ocean waves lazily, its occupants illuminated by covered tiki torches and stringed lights across the bow. Glasses clink and champagne corks pop while people chatter all along the boat. A man passes from the aft to the stern, people stopping him along the way, shaking hands, laughing with him as he moves on. He passes through a door, holding it open for an older gentleman, who pats him on the shoulder while saying, "Great party, man! Love the boat!" He makes his way to the upper deck and steps out onto the topmost portion of the ship, all alone up there and looking down at the party goers.
"You've done well for yourself," comes a voice from behind him. The man cracks a smirk while swishing his glass and turning around. The masked figure before him has a different outfit...but he'd recognize that scowl anywhere.
"It's like I told you, back in the day," he replies, "I look out for numero uno."
"There's looking out, then there's being greedy."
"Call it what you want, I'm living my life. So, here for the party?"
"You know why I'm here," the masked figure growls, teeth grinding together, "The suit." The man takes a sip from his glass, lowering it from his lips just as it shatters in his hands, and he turns away with an exclamation, "Hey! That's quality dining ware. Guess your sense of humor's not improved much, Robin."
"Nightwing."
"Whatever. I don't have it."
"I swear, if you sold it off to s-"
"Come on! You really think I would've let that thing go willingly? Even if I couldn't fit it anymore, it made one hell of a trophy."
"So let me get this straight...Red X, the master thief, got robbed?"
"I like to think of it as...passing on the mantle." Nightwing rushes forward, grabbing the man by his collar and holding him over the edge of the roof, who laughs, "Still can't take a joke."
"Where. Is. The. Suit...?"
Appearance :