Épisode VII : Journées de formation
30 juillet, 2017Aperçu Tour de métro - Metropolis

Vadim a vu l'homme habillé comme un chat marcher le passer hors de la salle d'entraînement. Ça a rendu la situation embarrassante pour lui. Il savait qu'il était calme, mais il ne savait pas qu'il était invisible aussi. Ce comportement pourrait-il être parce qu'il avait manqué l'orientation... s'il y avait une orientation? Il n'avait aucune idée de la façon dont la Justice League a introduit de nouvelles recrues. Alors que l'homme de chat partait, Vadim se tapait un peu sur le bec de son chapeau — il ne faisait qu'évacuer de l'énergie nerveuse. Il aimait croire qu'il était une personne courageuse, mais il savait qu'il était différent non seulement génétiquement mais parfois aussi en accent. Lâché la main, il a lâché la gorge, et a parlé, alors je suppose que Trainink est fini, da? Est-ce qu'un nouvel endroit comme moi peut aller et se sentir utile?
Aussi amusant que de regarder tout le monde faire activement quelque chose de super-héros était, cela ne faisait que le rendre anxieux de finalement se lancer dans l'entreprise; jeu; mode de vie; quoi que cela tombe sous.
Vadim Semyonovich Medved
Вадим Семёнович Медведь
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5'10" | 180 lbs | Blonde | Green

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Silent Giant, Brave, Dutiful, Teddy Bear, and Tough.

Metahuman

Alien Energy Mutation: Red Star was empowered by unknown alien energies that have caused chain reactions within his molecular structure, altering his physical abilities and reflexes. Over time, these abilities have changed and he has gone from being an incredibly fast and strong being into one with an array of powers. The physical changes enable him to withstand environmental extremes, including the hostile conditions in deep space and naturally, radiation.
Energy Projection: Red Star generates immense radioactive energy in the form of red blasts and explosions. He can project a fire-like beam anywhere from his body. This energy replicates the effects that a Kryptonian would feel under a red sun.
Heat Generation: His body gives off more heat than normal. In the cold, steam can always be seen rising off his skin.
Flight: Red Star technically doesn't fly, but instead projects his energy beams downward and uses the concussive force to propel him through the air. He hasn't quite mastered literally flying in the air.
Superhuman Strength: Since his mutation, Red Star hasn't tested his strength on anything heavier than a small car. He doesn't know the limit of his strength.
Superhuman Durability: Red Star's near invulnerability allows him to survive blows from super-powered beings.
Superhuman Stamina: Red Star's body produces less fatigue toxins, allowing him to fight for days on end, unless winded by other means.
Superhuman Speed: Red Star can sprint 45 mph max, but with the propulsion of his energy beams, he can reach 100 mph in a second. His energy projection can also be used as an abrupt slow or brake in motion.
Red Star Transformation: 
Radiation Monster: 
Self-Sustenance: 

Besides Vadim's gift of tinkering, he possesses average human intelligence.
Vadim possesses an average, brawler-style fighting style.
While Vadim is tough to take down, he still possesses basic human weaknesses (illness, disease, toxins, etc.) until he acquires his energy form.
Vadim has locked away inside himself a lot of potential. He just needs the confidence to be able to access it.

Vadim doesn't understand what exactly has been done to him. One moment he was this normal young man, and now he is large and strong. His power scares him for he doesn't know if he will continue to mutate or if his mutations have ceased. He desires to learn more about his powers so that he can use them a little more confidently. He hopes to grow stronger and to gain more skills as a super hero. I am open for him to have a romantic relationship if one is to happen.

Vadim was born and raised in Brooklyn, New York to Oskana and Sasha Medved. When he was fourteen-years-old, he went to visit his grandparents in Yaroslavl, Russia. One morning, when ice fishing with his grandfather, Vitaly, a strange red meteor tumbled from the sky. Vadim pushed his grandfather out of the meteor’s path, and as it came in proximity of Vadim, it released a red pulse that passed through his body traveling from his head down to his feet and back. The pulse happened in a millisecond before the meteor collided with Vadim, causing him to crash through the ice into the chilling waters. Vitaly called for help and within twenty minutes a response team arrived at the scene. The rescue team was able to fish Vadim from the lake waters as red shards from the meteor melted into his skin. They deemed the boy lucky to be alive and rushed him to a hospital. At the hospital, doctors were baffled by Vadim’s examination. He had suffered unconsciousness and not much else. His recovery was considered a miracle.
Vadim was released once he woke, and he returned with his grandparents to their house. Unknown to him, his mutation had already happened and had been so subtle that neither Vadim nor Vitaly had noticed. It was his grandmother, Viera, who immediately noticed when they arrived home. Vadim’s parents when he returned to New York were also flabbergasted, but Vadim never revealed the truth to them. He kept what happened in Russia a secret and claimed that Viera’s good cooking had made him big and strong.
Vadim experimented with his body at a closed down naval yard and discovered his abnormal strength. With his powers, he started his new life as a crime fighter. He came up with the name Red Star, naming himself after the strange object that had given him his powers. When he wasn’t at school, he was out fighting crime, and when he wasn’t at home, he told his parents that he was at school. He was able to hide his activities until college. In college, Vadim is pursuing a degree in Physics. When he was walking home from school, he was approached by a liaison for the Justice League. He hadn’t expected his small-time crime fighting to be noticed, and enthusiastically accepted the offer.

Vadim's parents are alive and well, and a side of him that other teammates may not see is that he's a mama's boy.
Vadim speaks fluent English and Russian.
Vadim is actually Russian-American; however, other Americans still treat him like a foreigner rather than an American. It must be his strong Russian accent. This has led to him developing a quiet personality. He would like to be treated as a fellow American for once.
Vadim likes to fix things that are broken on his own rather than call a repair man or professional. This has made him quite the handyman in times of emergency (especially when dealing with vehicle/aircraft issues).

The snow crunched under their snowboots and white wisps snaked from their nostrils about their pale faces. The young, fair-headed boy was garbed in thick brown furs from his head and neck down to the pants tucked into his boots. Thick gloves covered his hands as he followed alongside his дедушка (d’yeh’doo’sh’kah) or дед (d’yeh’d)—grandfather. The older man had gray peach fuzz on his chin, dark eyes, and a rounded beak-like nose. He reminisced as the two approached the lake, its frozen surface glowed in the sun. It was what Vadim believed heaven would look like.
This is spoken in Russian, but to spare you, I wrote it in English.
“When was the last time you came out here with me, boy? I think you were about five—too young to even know what ice fishing was,” said Vitaly.
“Five is too young?” Vadim asked jokingly.
“All you knew was that I cut a hole in the ice and fish come out. You didn’t know that there was an actual technique to the process.”
“I remember you caught a big one last time, and we sat out here, cooking it over a fire.”
“Yes, that was a good time. I hope to catch another big one.”
They carefully walked out onto the ice, tapping it with the end of their fishing rods as they stepped. They walked until they were just about in the center and Vitaly set down a white paint bucket and removed his saw from it. Handing Vadim his fishing rod, he bent over and started sliding the saw up and down in a circle about the width of two fists side-by-side. Setting down the saw, he removed an ice pick from the bucket next and stabbed the pick into the ice block, hauling it out of the hole. Both Vitaly and Vadim peered into the hole at the black waters.
“Well, let’s get to it then,” said Vitaly. He removed a can of sardines from the bucket next and flipped the bucket over. Vitaly sat on it, twisting around for a second to get his rump comfortable before he started opening the can. He removed a slimy fish and impaled it on his hook before lowering it into the water. Vadim watched in silent expectation as though Vitaly would catch a fish any moment.
Vitaly looked over at his grandson and chuckled. “It won’t happen that fast.”
The old man had been right. He had sat on that bucket for nearly thirty minutes with no bite. Vadim had started walking in a circle, sliding his feet across the ice. He had given his grandfather his own rod to bait, wishing that he had brought a second bucket to sit on. The boy’s chest swelled and sank as a bored sigh blasted from his nostrils. Something soon pulled on Vitaly’s rod, causing the man to gasp.
“Oh! Vadim! I got a bite! Come get your rod quick so I can reel him in!”
Vadim whirled in his grandfather’s direction and noticed above his head, gleaming like a red star in the sky was a foreign object growing larger and larger by the second. The sight of it briefly froze Vadim in his tracks, and he glanced between it and his grandfather, gauging the trajectory.
“Vadim! Get over here!” Vitaly irritably shouted.
The boy sprinted for his grandpa, running with all his might as his heart rapidly hammered in his chest and the cold burned his nose. When he reached Vitaly, he thrust out his hands, pushing the man from the bucket as time momentarily paused. In that moment, Vadim felt a hot energy ripple through him, passing from his head to his feet, and then back up to his head. His green eyes were shrunk and gazing at what appeared to be a red crystal-like rock.

Vitaly winced as he slid across the ice on his back. Water and ice fragment splashed and pelted his body. Spreading his arms and dragging his hands to slow his slide, Vitaly gazed in wide-eyed awe at the white tower of steam that rose from the boiling water. What happened?
“Vadim!” the old man called. He rose to his feet and stared at the hissing column seeing no one around it. His heart sank in panic as he raced over to the hole in the ice, his feet slipping in his haste. The old man thrust out his hands to steady himself as he stopped at the water’s edge. He looked around once more not wanting to believe that Vadim could have been in the water. “Vadim! Answer me boy!”
Quickly, Vitaly dunked a hand into his winter coat pocket and fished out his cell phone. “Yes, I have an emergency!”
Sharp, blinking ruby shards protruded from the back and front of the boy. Carp swam passed his slowly sinking body that twisted limply through a forest of reeds. In the lake, there was little sound but for the plume of bubbles that rose from the fragments that began to retract into his body. Fifteen minutes later, when his body laid face down in the reeds, his clothing waterlogged, a diver plunged into the water. The light shone into the murking gray waters of the lake like a beam, allowing the diver to see the tangled form in the reeds. With a knife, he cut away the plants and grasped the boy who oddly felt warm in his hands. As he carried him to the surface, the water became like bathwater around them. The diver emerged, holding up the unconscious boy.
“Thank God!” Vitaly exclaimed in relief.
He fearfully hovered around the rescue team as they unzipped Vadim’s coat. Upon laying their hands on the boy, they quickly retracted them in startle.
“He’s warm!” a rescuer noted.
They checked his pulse and breathing. “He’s alive! What a lucky kid!”
Vitaly pressed his fingers to his lips and blew kisses to the heavens as he praised God in his relief.
“We need to get him to a hospital. He could have a fever.”
“A fever? He was just in that frozen lake!” said Vitaly.
“He’s unusually warm. We are going to make sure. Come with us please if you are the boy’s guardian.”
Vitaly followed the crew as they carried the boy on a stretcher back to shore.