Petewa

Sorry, let's just tone it down to what you suggested before, And he's easily overwhelmed by attacks, he could use his powers on maybe one or two, but a good combo would easily take him down.

What about the fact that he prefers to use his powers to give him bad luck than good? Though, yeah, that sounds better,

Yes, he can win the lottery if he wants too, he can make all the other guy's attacks miss in a fight, so long as he sees them coming, though he'll normally use his powers to give him bad luck, unless he's in a situation which could get him money. He can't affect things if he doesn't see them coming.

It's better, but dude, could you please get rid of all the commas? Like that's a habit you need to nip at the bud. I could use a little more description on how his powers work exactly. Does he alter probability? What are the limits of this power? Sorry 'bout the commas, but yes, he does alter probability, it's limited to himself, he can only affect the probability of things happening to himself.

Okay, I'll fix it, Is it better now?

Whelp, I knew the Spiderman clone wouldn't happen, but what part of it needs to be less vague? All of it? A certain part of it? And the comma thing is just a habit, something I picked up on another site.

Name: Parker, Codename: Spider, Age: Unknown, Gender: Male, Loyalties/Faction: Himself, Power(S): Same as Spiderman, Appearance: Like a black suited Spiderman, with light armor instead of spandex, and gold mask eyes, Weapons: Oscorp pattented webshooters, Skills: Extremely good at kicking things, Personality: Highly aggressive, easily agitated, Weakness: A soft spot on his neck which can be reached by sticking one's hand between the back of his head and his neck armor Bio: Oscorp managed to get a sample of Spiderman's DNA, though they didn't have the resources to discover the civilian it belonged too, they made a spider-soldier, who lived at the beck and command of whoever it was that he was assigned to, until he realized he could be doing better things than being a voluntary slave, attacked Osborn, and left, And because that's probably not gonna be accepted, Name: Eli Geluk, Codename: Mr.Fortune, Age: Won't tell anybody, Gender: Male, Loyalties/Faction: SHIELD, Power(S): Has the ability to change how well things will turn out for himself, when his powers are used, they often lead to trouble, though they don't have to, it's his choice, basically, he decides whether he has good luck or bad luck, and more often than not, chooses bad luck, he can only affect things that he can see coming and if he so chooses, he can greatly increase the odds of winning the lottery, he's easily overwhelmed by attacks, even if he's simply got two attackers, or one who's striking with a combination of blows, he'll be overwhelmed and only able to block one, at most he can make it less likely for an attack to kill him, if he's not overwhelmed, Appearance: Young looking, short brown hair, a big ol' smile that just won't leave his face, he wears jeans, a dark v-neck, and a black jacket most of the time, he'll occasionally be seen wearing sunglasses, Weapons: Nobody's stupid enough to give him anything of importance, because it'll wind up in enemy hands or destroyed, so he just gets the basics, Skills: He's not really very good at anything, not sure if that's just his powers or if he just genuinely sucks at everything, Personality: Extremely cryptic, makes a joke out of everything, he's considered irritating and unlikeable by almost everyone he meets, and finds pleasure in ticking people off, Weakness: Aside from being extremely clumsy and always purposefully putting himself in bad situations, he's mentally disabled, slightly gullible, and isn't that good a fighter, Bio: Born on a street, left on a street, lived on a street, he learned to make his money the easiest way he could find, through gambling, when he got recruited by SHIELD, he saw it as a chance to finally get off of that street, which he did, seemingly through turn of fate, he got promoted little by little,

IC: I decide to turn left, and walk in that direction, until I find something, or someone, to jog my memories, OOC: Open for interaction,

IC: I awake, I laugh, "I'm alive," I shout with gratitude, I feel my hands across my mask, I try to remember how I got here, I have no memory of it, I think back, I have no memories at all, save one of an old man speaking two words, two strange words, I know not what they mean, I finally realize that I am stranded in a land unbeknownst to myself, I scan the area for anything that may remind me where I am, who I am, all that is in my mind is a name, probably mine, "Petewa," I look at myself, I appear to be a Toa, is one thought that comes to mind, though I have no recollection of what, exactly, a Toa is,

Name: Petewa Species (Toa, Matoran, Turaga, etc.): Toa A detailed description or image: Near completely brown with aerodynamic armor, and a kanohi volitak which looks like a pakari Gender: Male Powers: Stone Weapons: Semi-small hammer Mask: Volitak Weakness(es): has amnesia; sensitive joints History: An old matoran, or possibly a turaga, speaking two words