Capitaine Marvel
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Les enfants de nos jours
Marvel en avait assez de rebondir sur les murs. Il a été encore une fois jeté sur après avoir eu son visage palmé et son corps jeté à travers la pièce. Il s'est posé face-première sur le sol, il s'est levé, sa tête désorientée.
Les kinder leaguers s'occupaient d'aider les personnes âgées et de s'assurer que celles qui étaient effectuées par la décomposition accélérée de leurs bobines mortelles par Extant étaient sûres. Heureusement pour lui, le capitaine Marvel n'a pas été parmi ceux avec la biologie altérée grâce à un certain snot mystique. Jamais dans sa vie il n'avait été aussi consterné et reconnaissant en même temps. Quelques-uns de ses compagnons de héros étaient sous le commandement d'Extant et ont commencé à attaquer les héros non affectés. Najee s'opposerait au mal d'un autre coéquipier; Marvel était un guerrier qui vivait pour la bataille et la destruction, tous au nom de la préservation de l'humanité, c'est-à-dire. Cette affaire a été l'un de ces moments, et donc quand Toon Girl a cherché à l'attaquer, il a cherché à lui frapper le poing dans le visage sans égard à sa sécurité--à l'heure actuelle, elle était l'ennemie, elle menaçait les autres liguers, et donc Marvel ne lui montrait aucune pitié.
Mais il a ressenti des remords par la suite. Horrifiant comme elle le regardait, il était venu profiter de sa compagnie pendant leur temps ensemble lors de la première mission. Il y avait le chaos tout autour de lui; bien, il y avait surtout des personnes âgées et donc le «chaos» n'était pas l'observation la plus appropriée de la situation. Non, c'était plus comme regarder un film de Charlie Chaplin sans les hijinks ou les commentaires de Zany. Tout le monde était ridiculisé, enroulé, potelé, lent, ou en train de parler de choses qui ne concernent que les personnes âgées. Une certaine surveillance rapide de la pièce a permis à Marvel d'enclencher un plan et c'était un plan assez simple : attirer l'attention des coéquipiers-développés pour que les autres puissent évacuer le reste des coéquipiers âgés. Après tout, le capitaine n'était pas la personne la plus délicate au monde, et il n'était certainement pas apte à manipuler des formes de vie organiques anormalement et rapidement vieillies.
Marvel a pris une des chaises de réunion et l'a lancé à Clayface. Puis il a sécurisé une tasse de café et l'a jeté au directeur. Par-dessus tout, Marvel aimait un bon combat, même si c'était contre ses propres coéquipiers. Il espérait juste qu'ils prendraient l'appât.
Alias: The Gold Marvel, Black Marvel, The New Captain Marvel, New Shazam.
Age: 24 (as human); Ageless (in Shazam form)
Personality: Serious, Orderly, Compassionate, Organized, Militant.
Archetype: Mystic/Supernatural
Powers: The power of Shazam. When Najee utters the magic word, "Shazam" he transforms into the mystical hero endowed with the power of the six elders: Solomon, Hercules, Atlas, Zeus, Achilles, Mercury.
S: Wisdom of Solomon: this grants Najee enhanced perception and mental processing abilities. The most practical use of this ability displays in Najee's knowledge of all languages. He also has an innate knowledge of most things magic and can recognize different kinds of magic use.
H: Strength of Hercules: this endows Najee with the vast strength, allowing him to lift small cars and large trucks without issue The upper limits of his strength are yet to be tested, but it is safe to assume he cannot lift buildings or large cranes or anything of the sort.
A: Stamina of Atlas: this bestows Najee with immense stamina, and allows him to perform tasks for hours and sometimes days on end without tiring. His stamina and his body so resistant, in fact, that he can survive in space.
Z: The Power of Zeus: with this Najee is given control over the magical lightning of the Greek Skyfather Zeus. He can construct and control this magical lightning by summoning it, hardening it, throwing it, etc.
A: Courage of Achilles: this affords Najee superhuman durability. He can withstand nearly all forms of physical harm without issue. Najee's durability also extends to magic--only the highest order magic can effect him (Trigon, Spectre, Etrion, etc.) This does not make grant him complete invulnerability, as he can still be harmed in a number of ways.
M: Speed of Mercury: Najee is granted superhuman speed. He can move fast enough to keep up with a low-tier speedster. This also grants him flight.
Weaknesses
Mortal Man: When he is not transformed, Najee is just a normal man who is susceptible to any injury concievable for a normal human being.
A Verbal Spell: The powers granted to Najee by the Wizard must be called upon by voice. If Najee cannot speak, he cannot utter the spell.
High Order Magic: Strong magic can harm him while transformed into Shazam, and has been shown to revert him into his human form at times.


Character Evolution: Get a girlfriend, save the world, make lots of money as a superhero celebrity and use it to fund hospitals and charities.
BRIEF Bio: Much of Carter's life has been mundane. After graduating high school and later college after completing three years instead of four, Carter found work through several odd jobs. For a short time, he worked for a newspaper and was also a taxi driver. There was nothing special about him at all, nothing super. It was through his conversations with the people on his taxi cab routes that he formed relationships with various types of people, super-powered and common folk alike.
In mundane circumstances, the amazing can occur. This was the world Carter and many other 'normal' people lived in. Their world was filled with costumed aliens, men, women, and children who could lift tanks and fly. Equally, there were regular people who spent much of life coasting through eight hour work shifts and unemployment lines. To think anything extraordinary could happen was not so extraordinary at all, but the people upon whom the supra-natural fell was a story of its own. Sometimes, for the common man, he does not know why he is chosen to possess abilities beyond those he was born with, and this is what makes the story of Man the greatest story of them all.
So it was with Najee Carter, the twenty four year old taxi-driver who had once struck up a conversation with an elderly man who so happened to need a ride on a sunny Tuesday morning. The conversation was about nothing in particular, but the old man roused suspicion of 'more' in Najee. That is, Najee assumed there was more to the old man than the old man would reveal. It was then revealed to Carter who the 'old man' truly was--the Wizard. The same Wizard who granted the powers of SHAZAM to mortals. The same Wizard who changed Najee's life forever.
Notes:
Sample Post: Najee sat on a park bench. He watched the roses and daises flourish on a dull summer mid-day.
There were pedestrians walking about who mused about daily happenings: what was for dinner, the price of gas,
the bank robbery committed by some new D-List villain who deemed himself "The Ominous Evil." A typical day it was. Nght was falling, and Najee could almost guess when he would see the Bat symbol in the sky these days.
Twilight grew into night's black. Yet, there was no sign of the Bat symbol! Was something wrong? Was the city actually not safe? If that was the case, Najee figured he may as well earn some extra cash and pick up a route tonight. It wasn't like his League membership had made him a millionaire, Batman was always a cheapskate anyway. So, Najee walked a few blocks to the cab company where he worked and consulted the frail, tie-die shirt wearing intern who stood at the front desk; he was a drear-eyed slop who had gaudy spectacles covering his oddly shaped eyes. Christopher was his name, Najee remembered something about Chris' having some sort of social anxiety, which was why he worked the graveyard shift at the cab station--people hardly frequented cab stations anymore, they were antiques of a time before Ubers, Lyfts, and smart phones.
"Chris, how are you?"
"Fine, gee-gee, fine." Chris gave a half-hearted reply while strolling through the new Icon comic.
"You sure? You look sick." Najee retorted.
"Sick? Yeah, I'm sick of a few things in this forsaken city. This job, these people, hardly keepin' up with rent. I barely make my ends meet, man. What does Louie think? He thinks we can survive off $8.74 an hour? This ain't 1975 no more, man."
"I get you, man. I get you." Najee gave a small chuckle at Christopher's disgruntled disposition. Najee reached in his pocket and took out a ten dollar bill.
"Keep it between me and you, a little something under the table. Tax free." Najee winked. Christopher shuttered.
"Don't wink at me ever again." Christopher took the ten dollar bill without rejection where it found solace in Christopher's brown slacks' pocket.
"See you around, Chris." Najee hadn't stopped chuckling at Chris' un-nerved body language.
"Uh-huh." Disinterested, Christopher returned to his comic.
"You know he dies at the end, right?" Najee antagonized further.
"I've read this four times, no he doesn't." Christopher claimed with confidence.
"You should get some new books, then. Those things only cost like $1.00, anyway." Najee chimed.
"You should mind your business." Touche.
Najee went about his taxi route--nothing out of the ordinary happened.