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2,000 | 39 | 315 | 874 | 314 | Oh no sir, I only met your daughter today, Lino said, flustered for a moment before realizing that he was just joking. He smiled slightly, it sounded like something his own dad would tease. He relaxed a bit, Celina's father seemed alright. "I am good with any kind of work, so that would be fine, Lino said, following Dave.
Lino frowned when Dave mentioned the number. He hadn't even heard of that system before. He was still thinking of something to say when Boice spoke up. Lino gave the girl a grateful look. "Yeah, that is right. No social assurance numbers in Italy. My fiscal number should work instead, right?" he asked, trying to act confident. | Username: Shadolord | Character Name: Alice Vale | Character Age: 13 | Character Gender: Female | Character Grade: 8
Appearance: Doesn't wear any hat though does wear a headband that has black cat ears attached. Her green eyes staring out to take in more than most would realize. She was rather small for her age her arms and torso are slender that seemed likely to snap in a strong breeze. She frequently wears black jeans to hide her long legs and protect her alabaster skin from darkening in the sun. Hiding her flat chest inside of a baggy tee-shirt normally of a darker color. Her belt has a tail attached to the back of it.
Personality: Alice is a cat at heart. How she speaks and moves show her as a playful predator. She can rub people the wrong way but cares alot about how everyone feels. Anything she does is normally to make others happier. Her personality also can change strangely if you scratch her. She feels incredibly curious about what is going on in the world.
Biography: Alice is a boarder student while her parents live in Italy she went to Kadic to receive one of the best educations she could. Her father was very supportive and her mother was against the idea because she was afraid of losing her and it would take hours to get there if she needed them. When she went to school in Florence people found her incredibly odd but when she announced she was leaving someone gave her the cat ears she wears everyday now.
Other: Lists shouldn't have multiples of the same number. |
2,001 | 39 | 316 | 775 | 1,184 | Celina's father stared at Dave for a while, and then at Celina. Celina sighed a bit.
"He dosen't look 18 to me Celina..." Dave then says. Celina stares at her dad as he continue to talk.
"But he does look about your age... although... I am guessing it's cause he really needs a job and though that 18 was needed for this..." he says. Celina looks at him.
"Whatever his age... please let him a chance... he dosen't have anywhere else to go anyway." she then says. His father continued to walk, thinking.
"I do have some work, but it mostly involves cleaning the zoo up a bit during the day, and it would be with shifts." he then says. Celina smiles a bit as she looks at Lino.
"If he does want that job that is... I am kinda missing personal... but I will need some information on how to pay him and such... if it will be in front money or by bank account.... also a way to contact him if possible..." he then says. Celina then looked worried a bit.
"I think he lost everything... that why he was moneyless... and maybe homeless..." Celina then says. His father stares at her and breath deeply.
"I guess we could get him a room somewhere... but it would be small... and it would take a slight amount of the pay as a fee..." he then says. Celina looks at her father then at Lino. | Username: Evanist | Character Name: Celina Letendre | Character Age: 14 | Character Gendre: Female | Character Grade: 8th grade
Appearance: ((the section I hate doing)) Celina has rather short black hair with brown eyes. She usually wears a dark blue shirt with jeans. She also as a small scar on the right side of her face, but not too big.
Personality: Calm, loves animals, but also is kinda of a gamer girl. Will rp the rest out.
Biography: Celina didn’t have the easy life when she was young. To start off, her father was rarely home, always working here and there, taking care of the zoo he managed. Her mother would stay at home, taking care of the house and Celina.
It would have been alright if Celina didn’t have problems with the girls at school. You see… she didn’t really fit in with them. They were interested in dolls and such, she was interested in video games and a bit of computers. She discovered she was better with talking with the boys of the school then the girls ironically, but this make the girls actually hate her for not being like them. But Celina didn’t take no mind to them and their insults.
In her free times, Celina kept visiting her dad’s zoo, actually looking at the animals and sometimes taking care of them. She actually felt really good being this close to animals, especially some domesticated silver foxes that were taken in the zoo after being injured. Although she did like being with the animals, she did have a accident when playing with the foxes, having been scratched right near the face. The injuried healed soon enough, but left a small scar over Celina’s face.
Life continued on until that one day the girls at school broke her patience, having done something that would make them regret ever having messed with Celina.
That day, the girls wanted to play a prank on her, using glue to go and pour it right at Celina’s hair during break time. They had succeeded on pouring the liquid on her hair, laughing loudly, until the fist went. Celina, mad at the girl, gave a big punch right at the girl’s face, actually knocking her out cold in one his as the others stare and scream, and a adult came and saw what happen, only to see the glue all over Celina’s hair..
Celina didn’t get in trouble for the hit, but because of the glue, she was obliged to cut down her hair. She stayed at home for the whole week after that, saddened. It was one thing she actually cared about, and those girls ruined it.
When she got back into class, the girls stood away from her, the girl she hit having a large bandage over the right side of her face where the punch had hit. Life continued on after that until Celina’s parents decided that it would be best to move away now, her dad having been transferred to another zoo near the Kadic school.
It took some time for Celina to get use to the new place, prefering to stay at home for a bit, uncomfortable with her new home. It was a bit smaller then their last one, but the money flowed more then before, her dad making more money from the job. At least he could keep the family financially in check…
After some time, after getting ready, her mom told her it was time to go to school now and meet new people. Celina was unsure, but decided to go with it. It was going to be her first day at school. This …. Would be interesting.
Other: I been doing too much hopscotch and now I am tired. |
2,002 | 39 | 317 | 874 | 314 | Lino shifted from foot to foot nervously as Dave thought through everything. He watched as Celina tried to convince her father. Even if this didn't work out, he would have to thank her for how much she was trying to help. She barely knew him after all. Lino's eyes widened when Dave said that they could find a place for him to say while he worked. "Wow, thank you sir, that would be great! I will be a hard worker, I will not let you down," he said, smiling. He hadn't expected Dave to be so generous. Maybe now he could finally start a life for himself, one without crime or theft. | Username: Shadolord | Character Name: Alice Vale | Character Age: 13 | Character Gender: Female | Character Grade: 8
Appearance: Doesn't wear any hat though does wear a headband that has black cat ears attached. Her green eyes staring out to take in more than most would realize. She was rather small for her age her arms and torso are slender that seemed likely to snap in a strong breeze. She frequently wears black jeans to hide her long legs and protect her alabaster skin from darkening in the sun. Hiding her flat chest inside of a baggy tee-shirt normally of a darker color. Her belt has a tail attached to the back of it.
Personality: Alice is a cat at heart. How she speaks and moves show her as a playful predator. She can rub people the wrong way but cares alot about how everyone feels. Anything she does is normally to make others happier. Her personality also can change strangely if you scratch her. She feels incredibly curious about what is going on in the world.
Biography: Alice is a boarder student while her parents live in Italy she went to Kadic to receive one of the best educations she could. Her father was very supportive and her mother was against the idea because she was afraid of losing her and it would take hours to get there if she needed them. When she went to school in Florence people found her incredibly odd but when she announced she was leaving someone gave her the cat ears she wears everyday now.
Other: Lists shouldn't have multiples of the same number. |
2,003 | 39 | 318 | 2,384 | 1,567 | {Boice}
<Lino/Celina/Dave>:
"Well then, I guess that is it." Boice said, clapping her hands together and rubbing them slowly after the small conversation had gone on. Dave was obviously a little bit suspicious, but he was fooled enough to let Lino have the job anyway. All we have to remember now is the story. Lino's from Italy, lost everything, homeless, and moneyless. she thought to herself, writing down mental notes to keep track of. "So, that it? All done?" Boice asked.
{Maya}
<Bella/Flippy>:
"Alright, sounds like a plan!" Aeilta said, looking at the monsters one last time before turning to the tower and making a sprint for it. "Careful! The monsters are coming to life now." Josive announced. The two Big Cube-Things both turned towards Aelita, and started a barrage of lasers at her, seemingly faster than normal. The lasers were much more accurate too, all landing a few hundred feet away, and slowly making their way up for Aeilta at a steady pace. Once they reached up to her, two hit her, one in the arm, and another in the leg, sending her backwards quickly. Luckily she was just near the tower.
After the shots, one of the Big Cube-Things started marching towards Aelita, but turned it's head towards Bella and Flippy, launching off another barrage of lasers, joined together with the other Cube's lasers. The big Giant Sphere-Thing opened up for a second, revealing it to be a monster, before closing back up and rolling towards Aeilita quickly. As long as it stayed shut, there was no damaging it, so the heros would have to wait for an opening.
{William}
<Sam/Garsin>:
Garsin's tune appeared to work well on William and Sam, just as much as they had helped himself. They both felt lighter, and quicker. "Good thinking Garsin, you're a natural." William said, giving him a quick nod before continuing off towards where he felt the pulses. A few minutes later, the trio reached a point where they could see the tower in the distance. Not only that, but there were monsters attacking some human-looking people.
"Those are the people I saw before. They are going to stop us, they won't see the things we do unless we show them with the towers. But for now, XANA is our common enemy, and we need to work together to defeat him. I've already done as much as I could for today, so I cannot activate another tower until tomorrow, so we might as well help defeat XANA." William said as he continued to lead the way. "Let's show them how it's done!" he yelled out, pulling his weapon behind him.
{Maya/William}
Aeilta tried for the tower again, standing up quickly and sprinting for it. Alas, the Giant Sphere-Thing appeared before her and the tower, blocking her way. It opened up and started to squeal as it charged up an attack. Just before it could unleash it's devastating move, William rammed into Aeilta's side, sending her out of the way. As the blast came for William, he quickly held his sword in front of him, turning into smoke and dodging to the side, riding his way up to the top of the monster just as it finished pulling it it's attack. He stabbed his sword down into the monster, aiming for the eye, but it clamped shut just before it could reach. William tried pushing, but a laser from one of the Little-Mini-Crabs hit William off of the monster.
After the random attack from the monster, the lone Giant Cube-Thing angrily turned towards it and shot a laser at it's feet, making it jump backwards and then continue it's dance around the pillar. The pillar had started to flash faster after the monster stopped it's circling, but it returned to it's usual pattern once it joined it's friends once again. Aelita was stunned by William's sudden appearance, stopping to look at him. "Who-" she started to ask, but he pointed to the tower as he regained his stance. "Go, now!" he yelled. The Giant Sphere-Thing rolled forward, so the hilt of William's weapon touched the ground, opened itself so the weapon dropped out of it, then closed back up and rolled to crush William where he stood.
Aeilta bolted for the tower, but as she almost touched it, a bright red light flashed and bounced her back, the light traveling upwards in an oval-shape around the tower, revealing there to be a force field of some sort. "Aelita, watch out! Your life points are down to forty already! If you take much more, who knows what could happen!" Josive yelled out, worried she wasn't being careful enough. | NPC's List
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Missing Lyoko Warriors:
Jeremie Belpois
Aelita Schaeffer
Aelita Schaeffer is one of the missing Lyoko Warriors. She has been discovered on Lyoko, in the Forest Sector. She has no memory of how she got there, or of Lyoko, other than the symbol commonly seen throughout Lyoko. She does remember Kadic.
Odd Della Robbia
Ulrich Stern
Yumi Ishiyama
William Dunbar
Teachers and Staff of Kadic
Gilles Fumet - Social Studies Teacher
Gustave Chardin - Art Teacher
Hans Klotz - School Psychologist
Jean Pierre Delmas - Principal
Jean-Pierre Delmas, known by the students at Kadic as Mr. Delmas, to Sissi as Daddy or Dad, and is the headmaster/principal of Kadic. He is very straightforward and weak-minded, as his daughter Sissi can often boss him around, sometimes to the advantage or disadvantage of Team Lyoko. He is very ignorant and gullible as seen in his dealings with his daughter and members of Team Lyoko. She has convinced him many times to organize school dances and other activities for her (or rather, has _demanded_ for him to do so).
Jim Morales - Physical Education Teacher/Dorm Manager
Jim Morales, also known as Jimbo, is the Physical Education teacher at Kadic, and the campus supervisor and the health teacher. He has a love handle on his stomach and is shown to eat fairly unhealthy, but while he is overweight he is shown to be very strong in many episodes. He always has a bandage on his left cheek and tucks his trousers into his socks and wears a headband. He always wears a white t-shirt and red sweatpants and a red sweatshirt.
Mrs. Meyer - Math Teacher
Mrs. Meyer is the math teacher at Kadic.
Nicole Weber - Office Secretary
Nicoletta "Nicole" Weber is the office secretary in Kadic Academy. Her room is beside the Principal Delmas' room.
Rosa Petitjean - Lunch Lady
Suzanne Hertz - Science Teacher
Suzanne Hertz, known by the students as Mrs. Hertz or Ms. Hertz and by Jim as Suzanne, is the science and a homeroom teacher at Kadic. She replaced Franz Hopper as a science teacher. She usually does a lot of experiments with her students, some of which help them against X.A.N.A.'s attack. She is shown to have a sense of humor. Jim Morales, the PE teacher and campus supervisor, is shown to have a crush on her in the second season. She deeply loves nature.
Yolande Perraudin - School Nurse
Students of Kadic
Elisabeth "Sissi" Delmas - Popular and punkish 8th Grader
Elisabeth "Sissi" Delmas is an often mean, spoiled and popular student at Kadic. She often pesters Team Lyoko, most of the time to win Ulrich's affections. However, she admits in Holiday in the Fog that she is gaining their attention through her mean actions towards them. By so doing she is almost making enemies out of her would-be friends, instead of gaining any of their respect, much to her chagrin. At the end of the series, in Echoes, she achieves this at last and becomes an official friend of the group. She is also the daughter of Mr. Delmas, the principal of Kadic, the boarding school she attends and lives in. She is a major recurring character.
Herb Pichon - Friend of Sissi, 8th Grader
Herb Pichon (also spelled Hervé Pichon) is a ninth grader at Kadic and a classmate to the Lyoko Warriors. He is the second-in-command of Sissi's Gang, and sometimes even the boss in times of emergency when Sissi proves to be incompetent, as he is obviously the most intelligent in their group. Herb is also in love with Sissi, although he can't tell her because she has crushes on various people including Ulrich and Theo Gauthier.
Nicholas Poliakoff - Friend of Sissi, 8th Grader
Nicolas Poliakoff is a ninth grader at Kadic. He is a member of Sissi's gang, and mostly just stands there staring into space unless Sissi orders him to follow her. He is the stereotypical dumb, muscle kind of bully. It is still unknown why exactly Nicholas joined Sissi's "gang", but it is probably due to the fact Herb did. Nicholas also has a crush on Aelita, but has never acted on it.
He can play the drums, and is in the Pop Rock Progressives, a band started by Odd. As a result, he is certainly more tolerant of and kinder toward Team Lyoko than Herb and Sissi are. In some episodes, it is shown he has at least some degree of intelligence, as he wrote the play in Laughing Fit. Nicholas is also easy to scare, as is Herb.
Emmanuel "Mike" Maillard - Average 8th Grader, drummer
Mike isn't a very popular kid. Nor is he unknown either. He's pretty generic in a lot of ways, though he is pretty friendly and is willing to help others in need. Though, a XANA attack would surely scare him into submission. He wears a long-sleeve red shirt, with a black t-shirt over top, and usually shorts. He wears a necklace around his neck. He has long black hair, kept some in a ponytail.
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Josive Ferrara
Username: Teknonick | Character Name: Josive Ferrara | Character Age: 13 | Character Gender: Male | Character Grade: 8th
Appearance: Josive's hair color is a jet black, and kept at average length. He wears a long-sleeve blue shirt, and simple jeans. His shoes are good for running in, but not any big-name brands. He weighs about a hundred pounds, and stands four feet and eleven inches tall.
Personality: Josive's personality is usually shy to those he doesn't know, but completely open to anyone he has met before, even for a few seconds. Josive tends to be very serious at times, and tries to think things logically before acting.
Biography: Josive Ferrana was a very smart baby, no, a genius. Within his first months he learned to walk and talk, and soon after learned to solve puzzles. As he grew older, so did his intelligence. He learned coding and robotics, always spending his money on more parts rather than magazines or games.
Josive's parent's relationship was always debatable, which pushed him even farther away from them, and henceforth pushing his parents away more. Josive preferred being alone, which also lead to his curious behavior. Josive was the kid that would enter an abandoned house, just to see what was inside, or climb up a tree to see a little farther.
As he grew older, his parents got farther and farther away, almost to the point of divorce. Often, he would be sent away to his grandfather's house, and play with him, or learn more about programming. His grandfather was very into computers and hunting (A strange mix) which led to Josive learning to hunt. Though, Josive barely retains any knowledge of the skill of hunting, he still thinks back to the days with his grandparent.
On Josive's twelfth birthday, he got the worst gift a child could get. His parents were almost at the point of violence, but they wanted better for their child. They decided to send him off to a school where he could be by himself, and not see them fight. He was sent to Kadic junior high school, about a whole state away, so he got a room inside the junior high school. As a gift, his grandfather gave Josive a locket of himself, so he could remember him. The better gift he liked.
Exactly a month ago is when Jeremy and his friends had gone missing, and there was absolutely no sign of them coming back. Josive is about to be assigned Jeremie's room. Little does he know he will be taking on a bigger challenge than junior high school.
Other: I think I should take a look at the rules again. Especially rule 9. That one's my favorite.Bella
Username: Gambit | Character Name: Bella | Character Age: 14 | Character Gender: Female | Character Grade: 8th
Appearance: Blueish-black shoulder length hair with long bangs, bright blue eyes, and freckles across her nose. Bella is of average height and weight. She wears a tan colored crochet beret, a button down shirt, jeans, and sneakers. She always wears a silver dragon necklace, and is also fond of scarves.
Personality: Bella is very outgoing and enjoys being around her friends. She is an artist and writer, so she is very creative, but she thinks very logically. She does not like talking about anything personal unless with someone very close. When she is stressed or upset she comes across as angry instead. When she is actually angry she gets very cold and quiet.
Biography: Bella lived in New Hampshire with her parents and older brother. She attended a private school there and studied art whenever possible, and had a lot of friends. She was very close to her older brother. Whenever she was having trouble Bella would go to him for advise. Everything seemed to be going well until her brother vanished in the middle of the night. The police said that he had likely run away from home. Bella was heartbroken when her brother didn't come home. She started having trouble in school and lashed out at anyone who tried to help her. Bella's parents eventually decided to send her to Kadic Junior High school in hopes that Bella could have a new start.Flippy Takeshi
Username: gamer5910 | Character Name: Flippy Takeshi | Character Age: 14 | Character Gender: Male | Character Grade: 8th
Appearance: Flippy is 5'3" with blue hair and blue eyes he is skinny-ish but can fight well and can run really well. He wears a light black hoodie with cat ears on it, a light blue shirt beneath, black sweat pants with white shoes with black laces, and also can't forget about his headphones they are a darker blue than his hair with a magenta color for the cord.
Personality: Flippy isn't that social but when he is he comes off really friendly, but to get him to be social is like to see a double rainbow during a lunar eclipse. Due to his past he doesn't like being asked about his mother or father but he does answer about how many grandparents, siblings, or cousins, he has which most people tend to ask him. He is also known to be very Popular which in that case it is prouder to be picked on for that reason, but he just puts on his headphones and ignores the people picking on him.
Bio: When Flippy was born in Japan he had no brother or sister, and his father worked for the army so he didn't get to see him often. His mom on the other hand he saw every day with a smile. Ever since Flippy was five two things happened to him that he will never for get one was his spent the one day a year he could coming to his sons birthday, and his gift to Flippy was wooden katana hand carved by his own father. He also found out he loved two things drawing and computers. Since he loved those two things he wanted to find a carrier that could involve one or the other which meant he didn't have much time for social time he spent his time up to the age of 12 drawing learning about computers. His mother told him they had to move but since Flippy had no friends he didn't really care. So for the next two years Flippy was getting better and better at his hobbies, but one day his school burnt down and he had to switch to Kacid Academy which made him have to leave his mom and live in one of the rooms at the school. The day before Flippy left his mother gave him a necklace which had a yin-yang symbol on it his mother told him it has been past down from her mothers mother to him, so he treasured it just like his wooden katana from his dad.
It took him a month to get packed and ready to move into the school it was a easy transaction, but when he arrived he heard that a group of students went missing. He was curios at first but just kept to his work and didn't care after a while, so from then on out its been a normal life to him, or so it seems.
Other: I can't think of anything good to say about rule 9, but it is a good rule to follow.Garsin Folkvar
Username: Jollan | Character Name: Garsin Folkvar | Character Age: 16 | Character Gender: Male | Character Grade: 9th
Appearance: Garsin has a large, strong, stocky build and stands at about 5'8". He has tanned skin and short, sandy hair cut high and tight. He has a masculine face with a strong square jaw and a set brow. His eyes are hazel with green in the center that fades to brown on the edge or the iris. He wears button up shirts with the top four buttons undone, the sleeves rolled to just below his elbow, and a white tank top underneath. He normally wears cargo khaki pants with a wallet chain and dark brown work boots. On his right wrist he has a stainless steel bracelet that matches the one around his neck, and a ring on his right ring finger and thumb. As for his left arm he wears a black durable watch that can tell him the time through beeps when he presses a button on it. He normally walks with a foldable cane with yellow and red tape around it so that people can see it as he walks around. There is a pouch on his belt to put the cane while he isn't using it.
Personality: Though he can look intimidating, he normally keeps to himself. He is somewhat shy but polite, though he is very self conscious about his cane accidentally hitting or tripping people to the point where he tries to walk without using it so much,... and then running into people. His large size and stature don't really do much to help him either, but that is halfway his own fault for working out so much. He has a silent anger that will build and flare up on occasion, but has the maturity not to act recklessly most of the time.
Biography: Garsin was born blind which made it difficult for him in school. when he was little, he was even held back from starting kindergarten because his parents were unsure if he was ready. After a while he was able to read braille, and with the help of tutors, get through his first couple of years at school. The jewelry he wears are hand-me-downs from his grandfather before he passed away. His family never had a lot of money to send Garsin to a private school or to pay tutors at later grades as he grew up. Though when Garsin had started getting into fights at school from people picking at his condition and poverty, his parents decided to home-school him. After a while, and due to a greater amount of focus outside of the public schools, Garsin was doing well in his studies. A friend of the family suggested Kadic Junior High to them and while the parents were unsure due to costs, Garsin was able to get in due to his grades and passing a test to see if he qualified outside of home-schooling. He was able to get a hold of some nice looking clothes at a thrift store so that he could at least look like he didn't come from a lower income household. However, old wounds didn't seem to heal to well, and he mostly tries to stay out of people's way.
Other: Garsin usually likes to spend his time in the gym, doing weight training and excising. His most prize possession is a cello which he likes to play and he keeps it in his dorm room.
This "number 9" foul up everyone is talking about.... I feel it is a malicious attack on the well being of my character's life and I shall deal with it accordingly.Jared Chang
Username: Alternax | Character Name: Jared Chang | Character Age: 12 | Character Gender: Male | Character Grade: 7th
Appearance: Jared has a lightly tanned skin, though most people notice his eyes slight slant, and higher cheekbones. He has short black hair brushed to his left side. He has a moderate build showing that he is stronger than he looks, standing at an 5'2. He usually wears t-shirts of various designs, but he is partial to a dark green shirt with a traditional chinese dragon coiled up in the center blowing fire, and blue jeans.He often wears a jansport backpack to school, along with a barely noticeable jade ring attached to a necklace around his neck.
Personality: Joyful, generally happy, growing up in outside Asia with foreign parents wasn't easy but he's managed to keep a good attitude about it. Although he is generally happy he is slow to warm up to strangers, due to most people teasing him or pushing his patience repetitively. When he does warm up to someone it's as if he becomes someone completely different, always cracking jokes, and even using sarcasm.
Biography: Growing up in china Jared's parents sought a better life for their family. Finding the perfect job in France, and after discussing this with American tourists Jared's father jumped into this chance and planned their trip. After a few weeks of settling in and deciding on a house Jared's family set down, wasting no time in planning Jared's education they found that he was to take intense language classes at Kadic Junior High. Spending the his first year trying to master the local language he managed to learn a good understanding, though his accent still shows up in most sentences. Now in his 7th grade year Jared finds himself pressured even harder by his parents, no longer able to hide under the excuse of a language barrier Jared spends alot of his time reading or studying for his own amusement or his classes.
Other: I don't understand how that two 9 thing works but i'll take your word for it.Sam Spark
Username: NightmareInd | Character Name: Sam Spark | Character Age: 15 | Character Gender: Male | Character Grade: 9th
Appearance: Dark blond hair, green eyes. He has average weight and height. He wears a white hoodie and grey jeans. He also has a bracelet with the logo from his favourite video game.
Biography: He was an orphan, and got bullied a lot. He turned to gaming as it was his way to take out his frustration. He recently moved to another orphanage, which made him come to the new school. He now wants to finally get some friends. (Sorry it is so short, I don't got much inspiration right now)
Other: I'm confused, there two nines but there aren't?
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Arndt Schulz
Account Name: RawrgnatheBloodfridge | Character Name: Arndt Schulz | Character Age: 13 | Character Gender: Male | Character Grade: 8th
Appearance: Arndt constantly sports some sort of Beanie on top of his head, even holding a prized collection of them. His hair is long enough to be seen poking out the back and front of his beanie and has a distinctly coffee brown look to it. His eyes are an emerald shade of green, and his eyebrows fairly thin. He normally wears some sort of T-shirt with an un-done button-up shirt over it. Generally preferring jeans, though he'll wear shorts whenever it gets hot and runs on Adidas shoes. He stands at 5'2", weighing in at 124 pounds.
Personality: Arndt has a hard-working attitude, with a dry sense of humor. Though he does act stubborn and hard-headed initially, he warms up to others very quickly, becoming very loyal and even protective to an extent. Arndt is normally a rational thinker, never really going outside of the box or thinking abstractly, but just trying to get through life with the rules he's given.
Biography: Arndt grew up in Western Germany living in the city of Bielefeld. His parents were strict, always pushing the virtue of hard-work onto his shoulders. As Arndt grew up, he was constantly worked to the bone, hardly allowed time for anything but helping his father with carpentry and schoolwork. When Arndt turned ten years old, he was enrolled into a private school where he was taught the importance of History and Science, despite being told earlier in his life that he only needed hard work and persistence. The only thing that gave him much enjoyment was collecting beanies he would buy whenever his family went on trips. At the age of twelve his family received a letter asking him to come to a school in France called Kadic. His parents at first were reluctant, but at being told he would move in, they immediately agreed. Now being forced to adjust to French society, Arndt enters Kadic Junior-high as an 8th grader.
Other: Even though the number 9 wasn't on there twice, I guess I'll make a comment about it.Sezaru Kumoi
Username: AncientHalo | Character Name: Sezaru Kumoi | Character Age: 14 | Character Gender: Male | Character Grade: Freshman Year (9th)
Appearance: Almost abnormally tall for his age, Sezaru stands at about five feet and six inches tall. He does not wear a hat at all, his hair is strangely a sleek silver with traces of black highlights which normally would give an ominous appearance. The skin complexion is fairly white yet almost seemingly pale when outside in the sun, though he does not care to eventually get slightly tanned during the day. Athletically built, having played tennis since the age of four, Sezaru naturally has a muscle-toned body from his years playing tennis with equally broad arms due to being ambidextrous. His normal everyday clothing consists that of a white-collared button down shirt with a black light jacket on top despite any weather condition along with some jeans for the most part. Sometimes he will wear regular semi-loose jeans and other times he will wear ripped jeans. His legs are slightly broad as well due to having to condition his body daily in order to keep his athleticism at its peak.
Personality: While projecting an ominous air around himself that screams "Come and Make Fun of Me!", Sezaru is actually a person who takes things seriously and will not hesitate to put people in their place with strong and potentially hurtful words. Sezaru is also almost never is one to enjoy humor. Yes, Sezaru will smile to show that the current conversation or joke is fine with him but rarely ever he will laugh as the most you will hear from him is a chuckle in the background. Despite being athletic and on the Tennis Team in Kadic Academy, Sezaru rarely ever likes to make friends and thus usually his only friends consist of those who actually take the time to understand him and those who are the Tennis Team as well. However, despite rarely wanting to make friends Sezaru is a kind and friendly person who is willing to help out with anything he is capable of.
Biography: Albeit being a gifted child since the age of four in the sport of Tennis, he doesn't care much for his background. Just that Sezaru loved to play Tennis day in and day out, his passion and his life. The childhood life of Sezaru somehow felt somewhat empty because despite having a talent for Tennis, he missed a lot of quality time with his parents and thus missed out on a lot of love and care. Born in Spain where Tennis was potentially and arguably the second most loved sport in the country, Sezaru's first language was obviously Spanish and learned other languages due to the revenue he was making by winning local and sectional tournaments. Sadly during the year he had turned 13 and was turning 14, his parents got into an argument which resulted in separation and sending Sezaru to French Boarding School known as Kadic Academy.
During his time in the eighth grade at Kadic Academy, Sezaru began to drift away from people and change his appearance to a new style which somehow begat an ominous around his persona and for the most part avoided him. The only things Sezaru brought with him were photos of his family, Tennis gear/clothing, regular clothing and some snacks he brought over from Spain. So, being gifted in school and scoring constant credit rolls and learning of the Tennis Team... Sezaru decided to join the team in order to ease his tensions from everyday life back at home. Of course, that was only an excuse to make himself known in France for Tennis just as he was known back in Spain.
Other:
Original Theme Song: Be Somebody - Thousand Foot Krutch
Hopscotch
Battle Theme Song: Take it out on Me - Thousand Foot Krutch |
2,004 | 39 | 319 | 775 | 1,184 | Celina smiles before Dave breath deeply and gets some papers out.
"I still gonna need a signature. A contract we could say for part time and not disclose information you would learn here." he then says. Celina then got up.
"Dad, gonna go take care of the foxes while you take care of the paper work." she then says, Dave nodding as Celina leaves the room. Dave smiles a bit.
"Such a gifted girl... I don't know how she does it, but it seemed that every animal she meet seem to like her..." he says, chuckling a bit before spreading the papers out a bit, asking for a couple of signatures. One for none disclosure of information here, one for duration of the work, and other papers that were more information then contracts. | Username: Evanist | Character Name: Celina Letendre | Character Age: 14 | Character Gendre: Female | Character Grade: 8th grade
Appearance: ((the section I hate doing)) Celina has rather short black hair with brown eyes. She usually wears a dark blue shirt with jeans. She also as a small scar on the right side of her face, but not too big.
Personality: Calm, loves animals, but also is kinda of a gamer girl. Will rp the rest out.
Biography: Celina didn’t have the easy life when she was young. To start off, her father was rarely home, always working here and there, taking care of the zoo he managed. Her mother would stay at home, taking care of the house and Celina.
It would have been alright if Celina didn’t have problems with the girls at school. You see… she didn’t really fit in with them. They were interested in dolls and such, she was interested in video games and a bit of computers. She discovered she was better with talking with the boys of the school then the girls ironically, but this make the girls actually hate her for not being like them. But Celina didn’t take no mind to them and their insults.
In her free times, Celina kept visiting her dad’s zoo, actually looking at the animals and sometimes taking care of them. She actually felt really good being this close to animals, especially some domesticated silver foxes that were taken in the zoo after being injured. Although she did like being with the animals, she did have a accident when playing with the foxes, having been scratched right near the face. The injuried healed soon enough, but left a small scar over Celina’s face.
Life continued on until that one day the girls at school broke her patience, having done something that would make them regret ever having messed with Celina.
That day, the girls wanted to play a prank on her, using glue to go and pour it right at Celina’s hair during break time. They had succeeded on pouring the liquid on her hair, laughing loudly, until the fist went. Celina, mad at the girl, gave a big punch right at the girl’s face, actually knocking her out cold in one his as the others stare and scream, and a adult came and saw what happen, only to see the glue all over Celina’s hair..
Celina didn’t get in trouble for the hit, but because of the glue, she was obliged to cut down her hair. She stayed at home for the whole week after that, saddened. It was one thing she actually cared about, and those girls ruined it.
When she got back into class, the girls stood away from her, the girl she hit having a large bandage over the right side of her face where the punch had hit. Life continued on after that until Celina’s parents decided that it would be best to move away now, her dad having been transferred to another zoo near the Kadic school.
It took some time for Celina to get use to the new place, prefering to stay at home for a bit, uncomfortable with her new home. It was a bit smaller then their last one, but the money flowed more then before, her dad making more money from the job. At least he could keep the family financially in check…
After some time, after getting ready, her mom told her it was time to go to school now and meet new people. Celina was unsure, but decided to go with it. It was going to be her first day at school. This …. Would be interesting.
Other: I been doing too much hopscotch and now I am tired. |
2,005 | 39 | 320 | 1,152 | 1,467 | Just before the large sphere came close to William, Garsin squared off with the giant sphere and braced against it, halting its progression. "Hurry, move!" he grunted under the monster's force. The veins in his muscles started to appear as he put more strength into changing the monster's direction away from the others, he then pushed off of it and rolled to the side, hoping the sudden lack of opposing force would send the rolling monstrosity reeling a ways from the group. "Alright lets get this done," he said while regaining his breath. The otherworldly cello floated from his back and he thumbed a string which summoned the bow. Instead of playing it himself, it floated in the air next to him as he took up a fighting stance, waiting to react to the monsters before him. | Username: Jollan | Character Name: Garsin Folkvar | Character Age: 16 | Character Gender: male | Character Grade: 9 (started school late)
Appearance: Garsin has a large, strong, stocky build and stands at about 5'8". He has tanned skin and short, sandy hair cut high and tight. He has a masculine face with a strong square jaw and a set brow. His eyes are hazel with green in the center that fades to brown on the edge or the iris. He wears button up shirts with the top four buttons undone, the sleeves rolled to just below his elbow, and a white tank top underneath. He normally wears cargo khaki pants with a wallet chain and dark brown work boots. On his right wrist he has a stainless steel bracelet that matches the one around his neck, and a ring on his right ring finger and thumb. As for his left arm he wears a black durable watch that can tell him the time through beeps when he presses a button on it. He normally walks with a foldable cane with yellow and red tape around it so that people can see it as he walks around. There is a pouch on his belt to put the cane while he isn't using it.
Personality: Though he can look intimidating, he normally keeps to himself. He is somewhat shy but polite, though he is very self conscious about his cane accidentally hitting or tripping people to the point where he tries to walk without using it so much,... and then running into people. His large size and stature don't really do much to help him either, but that is halfway his own fault for working out so much. He has a silent anger that will build and flare up on occasion, but has the maturity not to act recklessly most of the time.
Biography: Garsin was born blind which made it difficult for him in school. when he was little, he was even held back from starting kindergarten because his parents were unsure if he was ready. After a while he was able to read braille, and with the help of tutors, get through his first couple of years at school. The jewelry he wears are hand-me-downs from his grandfather before he passed away. His family never had a lot of money to send Garsin to a private school or to pay tutors at later grades as he grew up. Though when Garsin had started getting into fights at school from people picking at his condition and poverty, his parents decided to home-school him. After a while, and due to a greater amount of focus outside of the public schools, Garsin was doing well in his studies. A friend of the family suggested Kadic Junior High to them and while the parents were unsure due to costs, Garsin was able to get in due to his grades and passing a test to see if he qualified outside of home-schooling. He was able to get a hold of some nice looking clothes at a thrift store so that he could at least look like he didn't come from a lower income household. However, old wounds didn't seem to heal to well, and he mostly tries to stay out of people's way.
Other: Garsin usually likes to spend his time in the gym, doing weight training and excising. His most prize possession is a cello which he likes to play and he keeps it in his dorm room.
This "number 9" foul up everyone is talking about.... I feel it is a malicious attack on the well being of my character's life and I shall deal with it accordingly. |
2,006 | 39 | 321 | 874 | 314 | <Lino>
"Alright, sounds good!" Lino said in response to Dave's request for signatures. He waited as Celina headed back out to take care of the foxes. "Huh, that is pretty neat," Lino replied back, looking over all the papers. He wasn't sure exactly what everything meant in them, but thought that he got the general gist. He quickly signed the pages that Dave pointed out.
<Bella>
Bella ran after Aelita. I hope we can make it, she thought, heart racing as the monsters woke up and turned towards them. "Aelita!" Bella shouted when the lasers hit her. "Are you okay?" Bella froze in her tracks though when the cube turned towards her. She dove off to the side as the laser barrage came flying. Bella grabbed her paintbrush and pallet and swirled the brush in the paint, making the symbol for fire in the air. The summoned fire wall launched at the monster.
In the corner of her eye Bella saw the sphere monster heading straight for Aelita. It charged up for an attack, something big. There was no way for Bella to reach the girl in time. But just as it was about to fire a figure came running at Aelita, knocking her to the ground out of the path of the attack. Who is that? But the big cube was firing lasers again. She slashed her brush in a vertical line with yellow paint, with no idea what would happen. "Flippy cover me," she said, casting another fire wall at it before dodging lasers and running towards the tower and the others. If she could get close enough she could help stave off the monsters long enough that Aelita could get to the tower. | Username: Shadolord | Character Name: Alice Vale | Character Age: 13 | Character Gender: Female | Character Grade: 8
Appearance: Doesn't wear any hat though does wear a headband that has black cat ears attached. Her green eyes staring out to take in more than most would realize. She was rather small for her age her arms and torso are slender that seemed likely to snap in a strong breeze. She frequently wears black jeans to hide her long legs and protect her alabaster skin from darkening in the sun. Hiding her flat chest inside of a baggy tee-shirt normally of a darker color. Her belt has a tail attached to the back of it.
Personality: Alice is a cat at heart. How she speaks and moves show her as a playful predator. She can rub people the wrong way but cares alot about how everyone feels. Anything she does is normally to make others happier. Her personality also can change strangely if you scratch her. She feels incredibly curious about what is going on in the world.
Biography: Alice is a boarder student while her parents live in Italy she went to Kadic to receive one of the best educations she could. Her father was very supportive and her mother was against the idea because she was afraid of losing her and it would take hours to get there if she needed them. When she went to school in Florence people found her incredibly odd but when she announced she was leaving someone gave her the cat ears she wears everyday now.
Other: Lists shouldn't have multiples of the same number. |
2,007 | 39 | 322 | 876 | 752 | Flippy followed the others until they came up on the monsters which started firing at them immediately. He saw lasers going everywhere, so he drew his sword and took up a defensive stance. Blocking the lasers wasn't easy but it also wasn't hard it was just that there are a lot of enemies firing at once, and there's a new enemy which first seemed like nothing but once it fired Flippy knew this couldn't be good.
Once Bella asked for his help Flippy quickly made his way over, and got some of Bella's fire on his sword. "Now it's time for some offensive defense." Flippy said as he blocked a few more lasers before going into attack mode. His plan was to try and cover Bella by distracting most of the monsters that were targeting her. "Come on hit already!" Flippy yelled as he came up on a cube, and tried to stab it in the symbol. | **Flippy Takeshi:**
Username: gamer5910 |Character Name: Flippy Takeshi |Character Age 14 |Character Gender: Male | Character Grade:8th
Appearance: Flippy is 5'3" with blue hair and blue eyes he is skinny-ish but can fight well and can run really well. He wears a light black hoodie with cat ears on it, a light blue shirt beneath, black sweat pants with white shoes with black laces, and also can't forget about his headphones they are a darker blue than his hair with a magenta color for the cord.
Personality: Flippy isn't that social but when he is he comes off really friendly, but to get him to be social is like to see a double rainbow during a lunar eclipse. Due to his past he doesn't like being asked about his mother or father but he does answer about how many grandparents, siblings, or cousins, he has which most people tend to ask him. He is also known to be very Popular which in that case it is prouder to be picked on for that reason, but he just puts on his headphones and ignores the people picking on him.
Bio: When Flippy was born in Japan he had no brother or sister, and his father worked for the army so he didn't get to see him often. His mom on the other hand he saw every day with a smile. Ever since Flippy was five two things happened to him that he will never for get one was his spent the one day a year he could coming to his sons birthday, and his gift to Flippy was wooden katana hand carved by his own father. He also found out he loved two things drawing and computers. Since he loved those two things he wanted to find a carrier that could involve one or the other which meant he didn't have much time for social time he spent his time up to the age of 12 drawing learning about computers. His mother told him they had to move but since Flippy had no friends he didn't really care. So for the next two years Flippy was getting better and better at his hobbies, but one day his school burnt down and he had to switch to Kacid Academy which made him have to leave his mom and live in one of the rooms at the school. The day before Flippy left his mother gave him a necklace which had a yin-yang symbol on it his mother told him it has been past down from her mothers mother to him, so he treasured it just like his wooden katana from his dad.
It took him a month to get packed and ready to move into the school it was a easy transaction, but when he arrived he heard that a group of students went missing. He was curios at first but just kept to his work and didn't care after a while, so from then on out its been a normal life to him, or so it seems.
Other: I can't think of anything good to say about rule 9, but it is a good rule to follow. |
2,008 | 39 | 323 | 775 | 1,184 | Dave waited a bit for the papers to be sign before smiling. He then walked to a closet and got a uniform out.
"This will be so that people in the zoo know you work here. Standard uniform." he says. He then breath deeply and then gets a map out of his desk, showing all the cages of the zoo and such.
"The north west section needs cleaning up a bit." he says. He then puts a mark on the map.
"And you will find the cleaning supplies here." he adds. He then gets a key out.
"Here is the key for the shed." he says, then looking at the map.
"I think you should also see my girl in the fox pen also, knowing her." he then says chuckling a bit.
Meanwhile, Celina was climbing down, a bit of a protective uniform on her as she gets on the ground, the foxes hiding a bit from her right now, unsure about her. She was new to them, so they didn't really trust her that much. | Username: Evanist | Character Name: Celina Letendre | Character Age: 14 | Character Gendre: Female | Character Grade: 8th grade
Appearance: ((the section I hate doing)) Celina has rather short black hair with brown eyes. She usually wears a dark blue shirt with jeans. She also as a small scar on the right side of her face, but not too big.
Personality: Calm, loves animals, but also is kinda of a gamer girl. Will rp the rest out.
Biography: Celina didn’t have the easy life when she was young. To start off, her father was rarely home, always working here and there, taking care of the zoo he managed. Her mother would stay at home, taking care of the house and Celina.
It would have been alright if Celina didn’t have problems with the girls at school. You see… she didn’t really fit in with them. They were interested in dolls and such, she was interested in video games and a bit of computers. She discovered she was better with talking with the boys of the school then the girls ironically, but this make the girls actually hate her for not being like them. But Celina didn’t take no mind to them and their insults.
In her free times, Celina kept visiting her dad’s zoo, actually looking at the animals and sometimes taking care of them. She actually felt really good being this close to animals, especially some domesticated silver foxes that were taken in the zoo after being injured. Although she did like being with the animals, she did have a accident when playing with the foxes, having been scratched right near the face. The injuried healed soon enough, but left a small scar over Celina’s face.
Life continued on until that one day the girls at school broke her patience, having done something that would make them regret ever having messed with Celina.
That day, the girls wanted to play a prank on her, using glue to go and pour it right at Celina’s hair during break time. They had succeeded on pouring the liquid on her hair, laughing loudly, until the fist went. Celina, mad at the girl, gave a big punch right at the girl’s face, actually knocking her out cold in one his as the others stare and scream, and a adult came and saw what happen, only to see the glue all over Celina’s hair..
Celina didn’t get in trouble for the hit, but because of the glue, she was obliged to cut down her hair. She stayed at home for the whole week after that, saddened. It was one thing she actually cared about, and those girls ruined it.
When she got back into class, the girls stood away from her, the girl she hit having a large bandage over the right side of her face where the punch had hit. Life continued on after that until Celina’s parents decided that it would be best to move away now, her dad having been transferred to another zoo near the Kadic school.
It took some time for Celina to get use to the new place, prefering to stay at home for a bit, uncomfortable with her new home. It was a bit smaller then their last one, but the money flowed more then before, her dad making more money from the job. At least he could keep the family financially in check…
After some time, after getting ready, her mom told her it was time to go to school now and meet new people. Celina was unsure, but decided to go with it. It was going to be her first day at school. This …. Would be interesting.
Other: I been doing too much hopscotch and now I am tired. |
2,009 | 39 | 324 | 1,152 | 1,467 | Seeing how the giant sphere-like monster was just sitting still, Garsin decided to try to crack the overgrown egg. He recalled the strange cello to himself and struck up some long low tones creating that sonic blast he discovered earlier that blew a hole in a tree. If the attack was unburdened by the tree and cut right through it, maybe this could do something to it, he guessed. | Username: Jollan | Character Name: Garsin Folkvar | Character Age: 16 | Character Gender: male | Character Grade: 9 (started school late)
Appearance: Garsin has a large, strong, stocky build and stands at about 5'8". He has tanned skin and short, sandy hair cut high and tight. He has a masculine face with a strong square jaw and a set brow. His eyes are hazel with green in the center that fades to brown on the edge or the iris. He wears button up shirts with the top four buttons undone, the sleeves rolled to just below his elbow, and a white tank top underneath. He normally wears cargo khaki pants with a wallet chain and dark brown work boots. On his right wrist he has a stainless steel bracelet that matches the one around his neck, and a ring on his right ring finger and thumb. As for his left arm he wears a black durable watch that can tell him the time through beeps when he presses a button on it. He normally walks with a foldable cane with yellow and red tape around it so that people can see it as he walks around. There is a pouch on his belt to put the cane while he isn't using it.
Personality: Though he can look intimidating, he normally keeps to himself. He is somewhat shy but polite, though he is very self conscious about his cane accidentally hitting or tripping people to the point where he tries to walk without using it so much,... and then running into people. His large size and stature don't really do much to help him either, but that is halfway his own fault for working out so much. He has a silent anger that will build and flare up on occasion, but has the maturity not to act recklessly most of the time.
Biography: Garsin was born blind which made it difficult for him in school. when he was little, he was even held back from starting kindergarten because his parents were unsure if he was ready. After a while he was able to read braille, and with the help of tutors, get through his first couple of years at school. The jewelry he wears are hand-me-downs from his grandfather before he passed away. His family never had a lot of money to send Garsin to a private school or to pay tutors at later grades as he grew up. Though when Garsin had started getting into fights at school from people picking at his condition and poverty, his parents decided to home-school him. After a while, and due to a greater amount of focus outside of the public schools, Garsin was doing well in his studies. A friend of the family suggested Kadic Junior High to them and while the parents were unsure due to costs, Garsin was able to get in due to his grades and passing a test to see if he qualified outside of home-schooling. He was able to get a hold of some nice looking clothes at a thrift store so that he could at least look like he didn't come from a lower income household. However, old wounds didn't seem to heal to well, and he mostly tries to stay out of people's way.
Other: Garsin usually likes to spend his time in the gym, doing weight training and excising. His most prize possession is a cello which he likes to play and he keeps it in his dorm room.
This "number 9" foul up everyone is talking about.... I feel it is a malicious attack on the well being of my character's life and I shall deal with it accordingly. |
2,010 | 39 | 325 | 2,384 | 1,567 | {Boice}
<Lino/Dave>:
"Okay, all done! I have somewhere to be, so, I see you later friend." Boice said with a small smile. She turned around to leave, and walked out the door, disappearing outside. After a short walk to a nearby diner, she sat down at the bar and looked up at the t.v. playing up in a corner. "A partir de maintenant, nous ne savons toujours pas ce qui a causé la perte de contrôle soudaine dans l'avion."
<Maya/Bella/Flippy>:
"As of now, we still don't know what has caused the sudden loss of control in the airplane. The pilot has been knocked out, and the co-pilot was currently in training. The airline attendants have found someone capable of taking over the controls, but the plane is still not working. At this point, we estimate the plane will hit the ground in five minutes if they cannot take control. We advise everyone to call their-" Josive found a t.v. station announcing the decent of an airplane nearby. He couldn't understand what they were saying, so he quickly used an auto-translation program he had to help understand it. He pulled up some useful links showing where the plane currently was, it's decent rate, and trajectory.
"Uh oh guys, we have a big problem here. I think I've discovered what XANA has been up to. There's a plane about to hit the ground in five minutes. It looks like it was aiming for the school awhile ago, but it's now aiming for the factory! I'm setting up an automatic return to the past. I've calculated exactly when it'll hit, and have the return to the past activate before it crashes. So your'll have until then to get that tower done!"
{Maya}
<Bella/Flippy>:
"What's going on? I can't get in! There's a red dome around the tower now." Maya said, looked up at it. Bella's first attack was frozen as the cube-monster shot a beam of ice at it, freezing the wall of fire before it hit. Her second attack, a vertical yellow line, spread from a few feet in front of her on the ground, charging towards the enemies. The cube tried to move out of the way, but the ground below it turned into quicksand, slowly making it sink through the ground. It quickly shot ice around it, connecting it's legs to the solid ground on either side of the long path of quicksand, stopping it from sinking.
The cube turned back upwards, shooting lasers at Bella again, but this time the fire wall came at it and devirtualized it. The cube Flippy attack slid backwards away from each strike, dodging the attacks at an incredible speed. He nearly got it in the symbol, but a single laser struck Flippy in the chest hard, sending him away a distance. The mini-crab things circling the strange spire stopped again, and started firing at everyone, but their accuracy got worse the longer they had stopped dancing... including the other monsters. The cube-monster quickly spun back towards it, and shot a laser at one of them, hitting the ground beside it and sending them all back around the spire and circling it again.
{William}
<Sam/Garsin/Bella/Flippy/Maya>:
Garsin's blast at the monster sent it rolling back towards the mini-crabs and their tower, smashing over one of them and pushing the tower over slightly. The ball quickly moved to the other side of it, and rammed into it, pushing it back center before it fell over. After the kankrelat was destroyed, the dome around the tower flashed for a moment, and the remaining cube's attacks stopped being as accurate, and slowed it down a tiny bit.
"I think I've got it! We need to take out that Obelisk. It's preventing Aeilta from entering the tower, and it's making the others stronger! Quick, we have to take it out somehow so Aeilta can get inside the tower!" William yelled out to everyone. He quickly held his sword out in front of him, turning himself into smoke, and moved quickly across the field towards the Obelisk. The sphere-monster saw him, and rolled out to protect the remaining mini-crabs and the Obelisk. It opened up, charging up an attack, at which point William leaped out from his smoke-mode to bring his sword down on the monster. The monster quickly closed up, catching the sword William held once again. "Arrrg!" William yelled, clenching his right hand in anger as he tried to pull the sword out. | NPC's List
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Missing Lyoko Warriors:
Jeremie Belpois
Aelita Schaeffer
Aelita Schaeffer is one of the missing Lyoko Warriors. She has been discovered on Lyoko, in the Forest Sector. She has no memory of how she got there, or of Lyoko, other than the symbol commonly seen throughout Lyoko. She does remember Kadic.
Odd Della Robbia
Ulrich Stern
Yumi Ishiyama
William Dunbar
Teachers and Staff of Kadic
Gilles Fumet - Social Studies Teacher
Gustave Chardin - Art Teacher
Hans Klotz - School Psychologist
Jean Pierre Delmas - Principal
Jean-Pierre Delmas, known by the students at Kadic as Mr. Delmas, to Sissi as Daddy or Dad, and is the headmaster/principal of Kadic. He is very straightforward and weak-minded, as his daughter Sissi can often boss him around, sometimes to the advantage or disadvantage of Team Lyoko. He is very ignorant and gullible as seen in his dealings with his daughter and members of Team Lyoko. She has convinced him many times to organize school dances and other activities for her (or rather, has _demanded_ for him to do so).
Jim Morales - Physical Education Teacher/Dorm Manager
Jim Morales, also known as Jimbo, is the Physical Education teacher at Kadic, and the campus supervisor and the health teacher. He has a love handle on his stomach and is shown to eat fairly unhealthy, but while he is overweight he is shown to be very strong in many episodes. He always has a bandage on his left cheek and tucks his trousers into his socks and wears a headband. He always wears a white t-shirt and red sweatpants and a red sweatshirt.
Mrs. Meyer - Math Teacher
Mrs. Meyer is the math teacher at Kadic.
Nicole Weber - Office Secretary
Nicoletta "Nicole" Weber is the office secretary in Kadic Academy. Her room is beside the Principal Delmas' room.
Rosa Petitjean - Lunch Lady
Suzanne Hertz - Science Teacher
Suzanne Hertz, known by the students as Mrs. Hertz or Ms. Hertz and by Jim as Suzanne, is the science and a homeroom teacher at Kadic. She replaced Franz Hopper as a science teacher. She usually does a lot of experiments with her students, some of which help them against X.A.N.A.'s attack. She is shown to have a sense of humor. Jim Morales, the PE teacher and campus supervisor, is shown to have a crush on her in the second season. She deeply loves nature.
Yolande Perraudin - School Nurse
Students of Kadic
Elisabeth "Sissi" Delmas - Popular and punkish 8th Grader
Elisabeth "Sissi" Delmas is an often mean, spoiled and popular student at Kadic. She often pesters Team Lyoko, most of the time to win Ulrich's affections. However, she admits in Holiday in the Fog that she is gaining their attention through her mean actions towards them. By so doing she is almost making enemies out of her would-be friends, instead of gaining any of their respect, much to her chagrin. At the end of the series, in Echoes, she achieves this at last and becomes an official friend of the group. She is also the daughter of Mr. Delmas, the principal of Kadic, the boarding school she attends and lives in. She is a major recurring character.
Herb Pichon - Friend of Sissi, 8th Grader
Herb Pichon (also spelled Hervé Pichon) is a ninth grader at Kadic and a classmate to the Lyoko Warriors. He is the second-in-command of Sissi's Gang, and sometimes even the boss in times of emergency when Sissi proves to be incompetent, as he is obviously the most intelligent in their group. Herb is also in love with Sissi, although he can't tell her because she has crushes on various people including Ulrich and Theo Gauthier.
Nicholas Poliakoff - Friend of Sissi, 8th Grader
Nicolas Poliakoff is a ninth grader at Kadic. He is a member of Sissi's gang, and mostly just stands there staring into space unless Sissi orders him to follow her. He is the stereotypical dumb, muscle kind of bully. It is still unknown why exactly Nicholas joined Sissi's "gang", but it is probably due to the fact Herb did. Nicholas also has a crush on Aelita, but has never acted on it.
He can play the drums, and is in the Pop Rock Progressives, a band started by Odd. As a result, he is certainly more tolerant of and kinder toward Team Lyoko than Herb and Sissi are. In some episodes, it is shown he has at least some degree of intelligence, as he wrote the play in Laughing Fit. Nicholas is also easy to scare, as is Herb.
Emmanuel "Mike" Maillard - Average 8th Grader, drummer
Mike isn't a very popular kid. Nor is he unknown either. He's pretty generic in a lot of ways, though he is pretty friendly and is willing to help others in need. Though, a XANA attack would surely scare him into submission. He wears a long-sleeve red shirt, with a black t-shirt over top, and usually shorts. He wears a necklace around his neck. He has long black hair, kept some in a ponytail.
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Josive Ferrara
Username: Teknonick | Character Name: Josive Ferrara | Character Age: 13 | Character Gender: Male | Character Grade: 8th
Appearance: Josive's hair color is a jet black, and kept at average length. He wears a long-sleeve blue shirt, and simple jeans. His shoes are good for running in, but not any big-name brands. He weighs about a hundred pounds, and stands four feet and eleven inches tall.
Personality: Josive's personality is usually shy to those he doesn't know, but completely open to anyone he has met before, even for a few seconds. Josive tends to be very serious at times, and tries to think things logically before acting.
Biography: Josive Ferrana was a very smart baby, no, a genius. Within his first months he learned to walk and talk, and soon after learned to solve puzzles. As he grew older, so did his intelligence. He learned coding and robotics, always spending his money on more parts rather than magazines or games.
Josive's parent's relationship was always debatable, which pushed him even farther away from them, and henceforth pushing his parents away more. Josive preferred being alone, which also lead to his curious behavior. Josive was the kid that would enter an abandoned house, just to see what was inside, or climb up a tree to see a little farther.
As he grew older, his parents got farther and farther away, almost to the point of divorce. Often, he would be sent away to his grandfather's house, and play with him, or learn more about programming. His grandfather was very into computers and hunting (A strange mix) which led to Josive learning to hunt. Though, Josive barely retains any knowledge of the skill of hunting, he still thinks back to the days with his grandparent.
On Josive's twelfth birthday, he got the worst gift a child could get. His parents were almost at the point of violence, but they wanted better for their child. They decided to send him off to a school where he could be by himself, and not see them fight. He was sent to Kadic junior high school, about a whole state away, so he got a room inside the junior high school. As a gift, his grandfather gave Josive a locket of himself, so he could remember him. The better gift he liked.
Exactly a month ago is when Jeremy and his friends had gone missing, and there was absolutely no sign of them coming back. Josive is about to be assigned Jeremie's room. Little does he know he will be taking on a bigger challenge than junior high school.
Other: I think I should take a look at the rules again. Especially rule 9. That one's my favorite.Bella
Username: Gambit | Character Name: Bella | Character Age: 14 | Character Gender: Female | Character Grade: 8th
Appearance: Blueish-black shoulder length hair with long bangs, bright blue eyes, and freckles across her nose. Bella is of average height and weight. She wears a tan colored crochet beret, a button down shirt, jeans, and sneakers. She always wears a silver dragon necklace, and is also fond of scarves.
Personality: Bella is very outgoing and enjoys being around her friends. She is an artist and writer, so she is very creative, but she thinks very logically. She does not like talking about anything personal unless with someone very close. When she is stressed or upset she comes across as angry instead. When she is actually angry she gets very cold and quiet.
Biography: Bella lived in New Hampshire with her parents and older brother. She attended a private school there and studied art whenever possible, and had a lot of friends. She was very close to her older brother. Whenever she was having trouble Bella would go to him for advise. Everything seemed to be going well until her brother vanished in the middle of the night. The police said that he had likely run away from home. Bella was heartbroken when her brother didn't come home. She started having trouble in school and lashed out at anyone who tried to help her. Bella's parents eventually decided to send her to Kadic Junior High school in hopes that Bella could have a new start.Flippy Takeshi
Username: gamer5910 | Character Name: Flippy Takeshi | Character Age: 14 | Character Gender: Male | Character Grade: 8th
Appearance: Flippy is 5'3" with blue hair and blue eyes he is skinny-ish but can fight well and can run really well. He wears a light black hoodie with cat ears on it, a light blue shirt beneath, black sweat pants with white shoes with black laces, and also can't forget about his headphones they are a darker blue than his hair with a magenta color for the cord.
Personality: Flippy isn't that social but when he is he comes off really friendly, but to get him to be social is like to see a double rainbow during a lunar eclipse. Due to his past he doesn't like being asked about his mother or father but he does answer about how many grandparents, siblings, or cousins, he has which most people tend to ask him. He is also known to be very Popular which in that case it is prouder to be picked on for that reason, but he just puts on his headphones and ignores the people picking on him.
Bio: When Flippy was born in Japan he had no brother or sister, and his father worked for the army so he didn't get to see him often. His mom on the other hand he saw every day with a smile. Ever since Flippy was five two things happened to him that he will never for get one was his spent the one day a year he could coming to his sons birthday, and his gift to Flippy was wooden katana hand carved by his own father. He also found out he loved two things drawing and computers. Since he loved those two things he wanted to find a carrier that could involve one or the other which meant he didn't have much time for social time he spent his time up to the age of 12 drawing learning about computers. His mother told him they had to move but since Flippy had no friends he didn't really care. So for the next two years Flippy was getting better and better at his hobbies, but one day his school burnt down and he had to switch to Kacid Academy which made him have to leave his mom and live in one of the rooms at the school. The day before Flippy left his mother gave him a necklace which had a yin-yang symbol on it his mother told him it has been past down from her mothers mother to him, so he treasured it just like his wooden katana from his dad.
It took him a month to get packed and ready to move into the school it was a easy transaction, but when he arrived he heard that a group of students went missing. He was curios at first but just kept to his work and didn't care after a while, so from then on out its been a normal life to him, or so it seems.
Other: I can't think of anything good to say about rule 9, but it is a good rule to follow.Garsin Folkvar
Username: Jollan | Character Name: Garsin Folkvar | Character Age: 16 | Character Gender: Male | Character Grade: 9th
Appearance: Garsin has a large, strong, stocky build and stands at about 5'8". He has tanned skin and short, sandy hair cut high and tight. He has a masculine face with a strong square jaw and a set brow. His eyes are hazel with green in the center that fades to brown on the edge or the iris. He wears button up shirts with the top four buttons undone, the sleeves rolled to just below his elbow, and a white tank top underneath. He normally wears cargo khaki pants with a wallet chain and dark brown work boots. On his right wrist he has a stainless steel bracelet that matches the one around his neck, and a ring on his right ring finger and thumb. As for his left arm he wears a black durable watch that can tell him the time through beeps when he presses a button on it. He normally walks with a foldable cane with yellow and red tape around it so that people can see it as he walks around. There is a pouch on his belt to put the cane while he isn't using it.
Personality: Though he can look intimidating, he normally keeps to himself. He is somewhat shy but polite, though he is very self conscious about his cane accidentally hitting or tripping people to the point where he tries to walk without using it so much,... and then running into people. His large size and stature don't really do much to help him either, but that is halfway his own fault for working out so much. He has a silent anger that will build and flare up on occasion, but has the maturity not to act recklessly most of the time.
Biography: Garsin was born blind which made it difficult for him in school. when he was little, he was even held back from starting kindergarten because his parents were unsure if he was ready. After a while he was able to read braille, and with the help of tutors, get through his first couple of years at school. The jewelry he wears are hand-me-downs from his grandfather before he passed away. His family never had a lot of money to send Garsin to a private school or to pay tutors at later grades as he grew up. Though when Garsin had started getting into fights at school from people picking at his condition and poverty, his parents decided to home-school him. After a while, and due to a greater amount of focus outside of the public schools, Garsin was doing well in his studies. A friend of the family suggested Kadic Junior High to them and while the parents were unsure due to costs, Garsin was able to get in due to his grades and passing a test to see if he qualified outside of home-schooling. He was able to get a hold of some nice looking clothes at a thrift store so that he could at least look like he didn't come from a lower income household. However, old wounds didn't seem to heal to well, and he mostly tries to stay out of people's way.
Other: Garsin usually likes to spend his time in the gym, doing weight training and excising. His most prize possession is a cello which he likes to play and he keeps it in his dorm room.
This "number 9" foul up everyone is talking about.... I feel it is a malicious attack on the well being of my character's life and I shall deal with it accordingly.Jared Chang
Username: Alternax | Character Name: Jared Chang | Character Age: 12 | Character Gender: Male | Character Grade: 7th
Appearance: Jared has a lightly tanned skin, though most people notice his eyes slight slant, and higher cheekbones. He has short black hair brushed to his left side. He has a moderate build showing that he is stronger than he looks, standing at an 5'2. He usually wears t-shirts of various designs, but he is partial to a dark green shirt with a traditional chinese dragon coiled up in the center blowing fire, and blue jeans.He often wears a jansport backpack to school, along with a barely noticeable jade ring attached to a necklace around his neck.
Personality: Joyful, generally happy, growing up in outside Asia with foreign parents wasn't easy but he's managed to keep a good attitude about it. Although he is generally happy he is slow to warm up to strangers, due to most people teasing him or pushing his patience repetitively. When he does warm up to someone it's as if he becomes someone completely different, always cracking jokes, and even using sarcasm.
Biography: Growing up in china Jared's parents sought a better life for their family. Finding the perfect job in France, and after discussing this with American tourists Jared's father jumped into this chance and planned their trip. After a few weeks of settling in and deciding on a house Jared's family set down, wasting no time in planning Jared's education they found that he was to take intense language classes at Kadic Junior High. Spending the his first year trying to master the local language he managed to learn a good understanding, though his accent still shows up in most sentences. Now in his 7th grade year Jared finds himself pressured even harder by his parents, no longer able to hide under the excuse of a language barrier Jared spends alot of his time reading or studying for his own amusement or his classes.
Other: I don't understand how that two 9 thing works but i'll take your word for it.Sam Spark
Username: NightmareInd | Character Name: Sam Spark | Character Age: 15 | Character Gender: Male | Character Grade: 9th
Appearance: Dark blond hair, green eyes. He has average weight and height. He wears a white hoodie and grey jeans. He also has a bracelet with the logo from his favourite video game.
Biography: He was an orphan, and got bullied a lot. He turned to gaming as it was his way to take out his frustration. He recently moved to another orphanage, which made him come to the new school. He now wants to finally get some friends. (Sorry it is so short, I don't got much inspiration right now)
Other: I'm confused, there two nines but there aren't?
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Arndt Schulz
Account Name: RawrgnatheBloodfridge | Character Name: Arndt Schulz | Character Age: 13 | Character Gender: Male | Character Grade: 8th
Appearance: Arndt constantly sports some sort of Beanie on top of his head, even holding a prized collection of them. His hair is long enough to be seen poking out the back and front of his beanie and has a distinctly coffee brown look to it. His eyes are an emerald shade of green, and his eyebrows fairly thin. He normally wears some sort of T-shirt with an un-done button-up shirt over it. Generally preferring jeans, though he'll wear shorts whenever it gets hot and runs on Adidas shoes. He stands at 5'2", weighing in at 124 pounds.
Personality: Arndt has a hard-working attitude, with a dry sense of humor. Though he does act stubborn and hard-headed initially, he warms up to others very quickly, becoming very loyal and even protective to an extent. Arndt is normally a rational thinker, never really going outside of the box or thinking abstractly, but just trying to get through life with the rules he's given.
Biography: Arndt grew up in Western Germany living in the city of Bielefeld. His parents were strict, always pushing the virtue of hard-work onto his shoulders. As Arndt grew up, he was constantly worked to the bone, hardly allowed time for anything but helping his father with carpentry and schoolwork. When Arndt turned ten years old, he was enrolled into a private school where he was taught the importance of History and Science, despite being told earlier in his life that he only needed hard work and persistence. The only thing that gave him much enjoyment was collecting beanies he would buy whenever his family went on trips. At the age of twelve his family received a letter asking him to come to a school in France called Kadic. His parents at first were reluctant, but at being told he would move in, they immediately agreed. Now being forced to adjust to French society, Arndt enters Kadic Junior-high as an 8th grader.
Other: Even though the number 9 wasn't on there twice, I guess I'll make a comment about it.Sezaru Kumoi
Username: AncientHalo | Character Name: Sezaru Kumoi | Character Age: 14 | Character Gender: Male | Character Grade: Freshman Year (9th)
Appearance: Almost abnormally tall for his age, Sezaru stands at about five feet and six inches tall. He does not wear a hat at all, his hair is strangely a sleek silver with traces of black highlights which normally would give an ominous appearance. The skin complexion is fairly white yet almost seemingly pale when outside in the sun, though he does not care to eventually get slightly tanned during the day. Athletically built, having played tennis since the age of four, Sezaru naturally has a muscle-toned body from his years playing tennis with equally broad arms due to being ambidextrous. His normal everyday clothing consists that of a white-collared button down shirt with a black light jacket on top despite any weather condition along with some jeans for the most part. Sometimes he will wear regular semi-loose jeans and other times he will wear ripped jeans. His legs are slightly broad as well due to having to condition his body daily in order to keep his athleticism at its peak.
Personality: While projecting an ominous air around himself that screams "Come and Make Fun of Me!", Sezaru is actually a person who takes things seriously and will not hesitate to put people in their place with strong and potentially hurtful words. Sezaru is also almost never is one to enjoy humor. Yes, Sezaru will smile to show that the current conversation or joke is fine with him but rarely ever he will laugh as the most you will hear from him is a chuckle in the background. Despite being athletic and on the Tennis Team in Kadic Academy, Sezaru rarely ever likes to make friends and thus usually his only friends consist of those who actually take the time to understand him and those who are the Tennis Team as well. However, despite rarely wanting to make friends Sezaru is a kind and friendly person who is willing to help out with anything he is capable of.
Biography: Albeit being a gifted child since the age of four in the sport of Tennis, he doesn't care much for his background. Just that Sezaru loved to play Tennis day in and day out, his passion and his life. The childhood life of Sezaru somehow felt somewhat empty because despite having a talent for Tennis, he missed a lot of quality time with his parents and thus missed out on a lot of love and care. Born in Spain where Tennis was potentially and arguably the second most loved sport in the country, Sezaru's first language was obviously Spanish and learned other languages due to the revenue he was making by winning local and sectional tournaments. Sadly during the year he had turned 13 and was turning 14, his parents got into an argument which resulted in separation and sending Sezaru to French Boarding School known as Kadic Academy.
During his time in the eighth grade at Kadic Academy, Sezaru began to drift away from people and change his appearance to a new style which somehow begat an ominous around his persona and for the most part avoided him. The only things Sezaru brought with him were photos of his family, Tennis gear/clothing, regular clothing and some snacks he brought over from Spain. So, being gifted in school and scoring constant credit rolls and learning of the Tennis Team... Sezaru decided to join the team in order to ease his tensions from everyday life back at home. Of course, that was only an excuse to make himself known in France for Tennis just as he was known back in Spain.
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Original Theme Song: Be Somebody - Thousand Foot Krutch
Hopscotch
Battle Theme Song: Take it out on Me - Thousand Foot Krutch |
2,011 | 39 | 326 | 1,152 | 1,467 | Garsin tried to think quickly, "what would make that creature keep its guard open?" He watched as William, once again, got his sword stuck in the impenetrable shell of the Obelisk.
"I have an idea! everyone, cover your ears and get ready to attack!" Manually, Garsin started to play the shrill high end notes on the neck that had nearly paralyzed him before. Hopefully, it would create just enough of an opening to cause the creature to drop its defenses and cause an opening to strike. | Username: Jollan | Character Name: Garsin Folkvar | Character Age: 16 | Character Gender: male | Character Grade: 9 (started school late)
Appearance: Garsin has a large, strong, stocky build and stands at about 5'8". He has tanned skin and short, sandy hair cut high and tight. He has a masculine face with a strong square jaw and a set brow. His eyes are hazel with green in the center that fades to brown on the edge or the iris. He wears button up shirts with the top four buttons undone, the sleeves rolled to just below his elbow, and a white tank top underneath. He normally wears cargo khaki pants with a wallet chain and dark brown work boots. On his right wrist he has a stainless steel bracelet that matches the one around his neck, and a ring on his right ring finger and thumb. As for his left arm he wears a black durable watch that can tell him the time through beeps when he presses a button on it. He normally walks with a foldable cane with yellow and red tape around it so that people can see it as he walks around. There is a pouch on his belt to put the cane while he isn't using it.
Personality: Though he can look intimidating, he normally keeps to himself. He is somewhat shy but polite, though he is very self conscious about his cane accidentally hitting or tripping people to the point where he tries to walk without using it so much,... and then running into people. His large size and stature don't really do much to help him either, but that is halfway his own fault for working out so much. He has a silent anger that will build and flare up on occasion, but has the maturity not to act recklessly most of the time.
Biography: Garsin was born blind which made it difficult for him in school. when he was little, he was even held back from starting kindergarten because his parents were unsure if he was ready. After a while he was able to read braille, and with the help of tutors, get through his first couple of years at school. The jewelry he wears are hand-me-downs from his grandfather before he passed away. His family never had a lot of money to send Garsin to a private school or to pay tutors at later grades as he grew up. Though when Garsin had started getting into fights at school from people picking at his condition and poverty, his parents decided to home-school him. After a while, and due to a greater amount of focus outside of the public schools, Garsin was doing well in his studies. A friend of the family suggested Kadic Junior High to them and while the parents were unsure due to costs, Garsin was able to get in due to his grades and passing a test to see if he qualified outside of home-schooling. He was able to get a hold of some nice looking clothes at a thrift store so that he could at least look like he didn't come from a lower income household. However, old wounds didn't seem to heal to well, and he mostly tries to stay out of people's way.
Other: Garsin usually likes to spend his time in the gym, doing weight training and excising. His most prize possession is a cello which he likes to play and he keeps it in his dorm room.
This "number 9" foul up everyone is talking about.... I feel it is a malicious attack on the well being of my character's life and I shall deal with it accordingly. |
2,012 | 39 | 327 | 874 | 314 | <Bella>
There's so many! Bella thought as she tried to hurry through the battlefield. She looked up to see the red dome covering the tower, caused by the obelisk and dancing monsters. Bella turned towards the obelisk and swung purple paint in a Z-shaped slash with her brush at the group, covering her ears at the same time upon hearing the new person's command.
<Lino>
Having finished with the papers and changed into his uniform, Lino walked back out into the zoo. He wandered around, trying to find the places that Dave had marked, until he happened upon the fox enclosure and Celina inside. "Hey there," he called down to her with a wave. | Username: Shadolord | Character Name: Alice Vale | Character Age: 13 | Character Gender: Female | Character Grade: 8
Appearance: Doesn't wear any hat though does wear a headband that has black cat ears attached. Her green eyes staring out to take in more than most would realize. She was rather small for her age her arms and torso are slender that seemed likely to snap in a strong breeze. She frequently wears black jeans to hide her long legs and protect her alabaster skin from darkening in the sun. Hiding her flat chest inside of a baggy tee-shirt normally of a darker color. Her belt has a tail attached to the back of it.
Personality: Alice is a cat at heart. How she speaks and moves show her as a playful predator. She can rub people the wrong way but cares alot about how everyone feels. Anything she does is normally to make others happier. Her personality also can change strangely if you scratch her. She feels incredibly curious about what is going on in the world.
Biography: Alice is a boarder student while her parents live in Italy she went to Kadic to receive one of the best educations she could. Her father was very supportive and her mother was against the idea because she was afraid of losing her and it would take hours to get there if she needed them. When she went to school in Florence people found her incredibly odd but when she announced she was leaving someone gave her the cat ears she wears everyday now.
Other: Lists shouldn't have multiples of the same number. |
2,013 | 39 | 328 | 775 | 1,184 | Celina smiled as she looked at Lino, and then gave a wave. She then advanced slowly towards the foxes, showing a hand. The foxes looked confused, before moving forwards and sniffing her hand a bit. Just then, one of them advacned a bit more, nuzzling her hand a bit.
"There there... it's alright...." she says, sitting down. She then started to pet it slowly and then took some food out of her pocket, some fox threats and fed them to them. She smiled softly.
"Lino, mind helping out with that part over there of the cage." she then says, pointing at the mess, probably with poop and such.
"A little clean up of this place could not hurt. The foxes should not bother you." she then says softly. | Username: Evanist | Character Name: Celina Letendre | Character Age: 14 | Character Gendre: Female | Character Grade: 8th grade
Appearance: ((the section I hate doing)) Celina has rather short black hair with brown eyes. She usually wears a dark blue shirt with jeans. She also as a small scar on the right side of her face, but not too big.
Personality: Calm, loves animals, but also is kinda of a gamer girl. Will rp the rest out.
Biography: Celina didn’t have the easy life when she was young. To start off, her father was rarely home, always working here and there, taking care of the zoo he managed. Her mother would stay at home, taking care of the house and Celina.
It would have been alright if Celina didn’t have problems with the girls at school. You see… she didn’t really fit in with them. They were interested in dolls and such, she was interested in video games and a bit of computers. She discovered she was better with talking with the boys of the school then the girls ironically, but this make the girls actually hate her for not being like them. But Celina didn’t take no mind to them and their insults.
In her free times, Celina kept visiting her dad’s zoo, actually looking at the animals and sometimes taking care of them. She actually felt really good being this close to animals, especially some domesticated silver foxes that were taken in the zoo after being injured. Although she did like being with the animals, she did have a accident when playing with the foxes, having been scratched right near the face. The injuried healed soon enough, but left a small scar over Celina’s face.
Life continued on until that one day the girls at school broke her patience, having done something that would make them regret ever having messed with Celina.
That day, the girls wanted to play a prank on her, using glue to go and pour it right at Celina’s hair during break time. They had succeeded on pouring the liquid on her hair, laughing loudly, until the fist went. Celina, mad at the girl, gave a big punch right at the girl’s face, actually knocking her out cold in one his as the others stare and scream, and a adult came and saw what happen, only to see the glue all over Celina’s hair..
Celina didn’t get in trouble for the hit, but because of the glue, she was obliged to cut down her hair. She stayed at home for the whole week after that, saddened. It was one thing she actually cared about, and those girls ruined it.
When she got back into class, the girls stood away from her, the girl she hit having a large bandage over the right side of her face where the punch had hit. Life continued on after that until Celina’s parents decided that it would be best to move away now, her dad having been transferred to another zoo near the Kadic school.
It took some time for Celina to get use to the new place, prefering to stay at home for a bit, uncomfortable with her new home. It was a bit smaller then their last one, but the money flowed more then before, her dad making more money from the job. At least he could keep the family financially in check…
After some time, after getting ready, her mom told her it was time to go to school now and meet new people. Celina was unsure, but decided to go with it. It was going to be her first day at school. This …. Would be interesting.
Other: I been doing too much hopscotch and now I am tired. |
2,014 | 39 | 329 | 874 | 314 | <Lino>
"Alright," Lino said as he watched Celina coax the fox to come up to her. Pretty animals, he thought as he opened the gate and walked into the enclosure. The foxes moved away from him as he stepped forward. It seemed that he wasn't nearly as good with animals as Celina.
Blech, he thought, wrinkling his nose as he saw the mess that he was now in charge of cleaning. He grabbed a rake that was leaning on the side of the fence and started raking. Out of the corner of his eye Lino noticed a small fox creeping up towards him. He pretended that he wasn't paying attention to it, and the fox snuck closer and closer. Once it was a couple feet away he reached out his hand to the fox. "Hey you," he said to the little fox. | Username: Shadolord | Character Name: Alice Vale | Character Age: 13 | Character Gender: Female | Character Grade: 8
Appearance: Doesn't wear any hat though does wear a headband that has black cat ears attached. Her green eyes staring out to take in more than most would realize. She was rather small for her age her arms and torso are slender that seemed likely to snap in a strong breeze. She frequently wears black jeans to hide her long legs and protect her alabaster skin from darkening in the sun. Hiding her flat chest inside of a baggy tee-shirt normally of a darker color. Her belt has a tail attached to the back of it.
Personality: Alice is a cat at heart. How she speaks and moves show her as a playful predator. She can rub people the wrong way but cares alot about how everyone feels. Anything she does is normally to make others happier. Her personality also can change strangely if you scratch her. She feels incredibly curious about what is going on in the world.
Biography: Alice is a boarder student while her parents live in Italy she went to Kadic to receive one of the best educations she could. Her father was very supportive and her mother was against the idea because she was afraid of losing her and it would take hours to get there if she needed them. When she went to school in Florence people found her incredibly odd but when she announced she was leaving someone gave her the cat ears she wears everyday now.
Other: Lists shouldn't have multiples of the same number. |
2,015 | 39 | 330 | 876 | 752 | Flippy felt the sharp pain of being hit in the chest, being knocked back didn't help either. He was getting real mad at these monsters and was hoping for a way in which they could get down before the return to the past. While in a defense position he heard William say that the thing keeping them from the tower was the Obelisk. Following William shortly after he made his dash at the enemy, and just before Bella and Garsin started to attack. Flippy knew his plan was to charge up on Bella's paint and send his sword flying at the Obelisk when Garsin starts playing.
Flippy got his sword covered in the purple paint and kept on running. He got within range of the Obelisk and waited for Garsin to start playing he would then need to quickly do the next part of his plan. He started to hear the noise of Garsin his notes so he threw his sword like a spear at the Obelisk in hopes his plan would work. But since he didn't cover his ears before hand Flippy felt the sharp high pitched noise clawing at his ears for a just a few seconds. Flippy managed to cover his ears but seems a bit stunned by what just happened this also caused him to drop to his knees. | **Flippy Takeshi:**
Username: gamer5910 |Character Name: Flippy Takeshi |Character Age 14 |Character Gender: Male | Character Grade:8th
Appearance: Flippy is 5'3" with blue hair and blue eyes he is skinny-ish but can fight well and can run really well. He wears a light black hoodie with cat ears on it, a light blue shirt beneath, black sweat pants with white shoes with black laces, and also can't forget about his headphones they are a darker blue than his hair with a magenta color for the cord.
Personality: Flippy isn't that social but when he is he comes off really friendly, but to get him to be social is like to see a double rainbow during a lunar eclipse. Due to his past he doesn't like being asked about his mother or father but he does answer about how many grandparents, siblings, or cousins, he has which most people tend to ask him. He is also known to be very Popular which in that case it is prouder to be picked on for that reason, but he just puts on his headphones and ignores the people picking on him.
Bio: When Flippy was born in Japan he had no brother or sister, and his father worked for the army so he didn't get to see him often. His mom on the other hand he saw every day with a smile. Ever since Flippy was five two things happened to him that he will never for get one was his spent the one day a year he could coming to his sons birthday, and his gift to Flippy was wooden katana hand carved by his own father. He also found out he loved two things drawing and computers. Since he loved those two things he wanted to find a carrier that could involve one or the other which meant he didn't have much time for social time he spent his time up to the age of 12 drawing learning about computers. His mother told him they had to move but since Flippy had no friends he didn't really care. So for the next two years Flippy was getting better and better at his hobbies, but one day his school burnt down and he had to switch to Kacid Academy which made him have to leave his mom and live in one of the rooms at the school. The day before Flippy left his mother gave him a necklace which had a yin-yang symbol on it his mother told him it has been past down from her mothers mother to him, so he treasured it just like his wooden katana from his dad.
It took him a month to get packed and ready to move into the school it was a easy transaction, but when he arrived he heard that a group of students went missing. He was curios at first but just kept to his work and didn't care after a while, so from then on out its been a normal life to him, or so it seems.
Other: I can't think of anything good to say about rule 9, but it is a good rule to follow. |
2,016 | 39 | 331 | 775 | 1,184 | Celina continued to take care of the foxes while Lino did his work, before looking towards him, the baby fox was startled by the movement that Lino did, before backing away, a bit scared right now, going towards where Celina was, 2 foxes moving away from Celina and then moving towards the baby fox. Celina breath deeply and sighed.
"Usually baby foxes are curious but can get startled really easy. Don't worry too much about it." she says giving a small smile towards him. She then got up and walked towards the exit of the cage.
"Gonna need to check on the other animals in case there are problems. The snow leopard domain is next Lino, they are in their cages right now so you won't get bothered by them." she says giving a small smile.
"And trust me... I did the same job as you before when I started. Its a step everyone here has to pass by once." she says | Username: Evanist | Character Name: Celina Letendre | Character Age: 14 | Character Gendre: Female | Character Grade: 8th grade
Appearance: ((the section I hate doing)) Celina has rather short black hair with brown eyes. She usually wears a dark blue shirt with jeans. She also as a small scar on the right side of her face, but not too big.
Personality: Calm, loves animals, but also is kinda of a gamer girl. Will rp the rest out.
Biography: Celina didn’t have the easy life when she was young. To start off, her father was rarely home, always working here and there, taking care of the zoo he managed. Her mother would stay at home, taking care of the house and Celina.
It would have been alright if Celina didn’t have problems with the girls at school. You see… she didn’t really fit in with them. They were interested in dolls and such, she was interested in video games and a bit of computers. She discovered she was better with talking with the boys of the school then the girls ironically, but this make the girls actually hate her for not being like them. But Celina didn’t take no mind to them and their insults.
In her free times, Celina kept visiting her dad’s zoo, actually looking at the animals and sometimes taking care of them. She actually felt really good being this close to animals, especially some domesticated silver foxes that were taken in the zoo after being injured. Although she did like being with the animals, she did have a accident when playing with the foxes, having been scratched right near the face. The injuried healed soon enough, but left a small scar over Celina’s face.
Life continued on until that one day the girls at school broke her patience, having done something that would make them regret ever having messed with Celina.
That day, the girls wanted to play a prank on her, using glue to go and pour it right at Celina’s hair during break time. They had succeeded on pouring the liquid on her hair, laughing loudly, until the fist went. Celina, mad at the girl, gave a big punch right at the girl’s face, actually knocking her out cold in one his as the others stare and scream, and a adult came and saw what happen, only to see the glue all over Celina’s hair..
Celina didn’t get in trouble for the hit, but because of the glue, she was obliged to cut down her hair. She stayed at home for the whole week after that, saddened. It was one thing she actually cared about, and those girls ruined it.
When she got back into class, the girls stood away from her, the girl she hit having a large bandage over the right side of her face where the punch had hit. Life continued on after that until Celina’s parents decided that it would be best to move away now, her dad having been transferred to another zoo near the Kadic school.
It took some time for Celina to get use to the new place, prefering to stay at home for a bit, uncomfortable with her new home. It was a bit smaller then their last one, but the money flowed more then before, her dad making more money from the job. At least he could keep the family financially in check…
After some time, after getting ready, her mom told her it was time to go to school now and meet new people. Celina was unsure, but decided to go with it. It was going to be her first day at school. This …. Would be interesting.
Other: I been doing too much hopscotch and now I am tired. |
2,017 | 40 | 0 | 2,172 | 362 | A breath filled grunt escaped Burners lips as he lifted up the hundreds of pounds from his chest. Than slowly bringing them back. He seemed to do it with easy, due to his years of working out with such weight. Sweat dampened the back of his neck, staining his white, tank he used for this time of day. He lifted back up. Focusing on each push and pull of the weights. The battle was growing worse. Everyone, even the warriors Knew this. Burner was fully aware, his time would be up soon. No warrior ever made it past the age of 18. | Steve(Burner) Drane| Burner is a a stocky 15 year old. With thick arms and a muscular body. He has a bit of chin stubble. mostly due to the lack of a razor. Although it gives him the "I don't give a crap" vibe. Burner's face is what one might describe as "Superman". Due to it's sharp features, and thick chin, and cheek bones. His hair is a sandy blonde, and his skin is a nice tan. His eyes are a calming grey. Old looking compared to the rest of his rather rebellious appearance. He wears a dark green shirt, with sleeves that have been burned off. It's a miracle when he is wearing a shirt. Because mostly he just burns it off with his temper. He wears a pair of camo pants, and heavy brown boots. As well as his dog tags. He uses only his hands and powers in a fight. Although he is known to carry around a heavy duty knife in his boot. He is your typical fire bending freak. Hot temper, loud mouth, and stubborn attitude. At least he's not aggressive... much...|fire manipulation
Joice Fairland|Joice is a smaller girl, but only 13. only about 5'2. She is very bony, and frail. Most look at her, and their first thought is a tea cup. Her appearance is betraying the idea that she has the abilitiy to whield earth. Her hair is short, a pixie cut that clings close to her head. Through her black hair, streaks of green follow in various shades. She has pale skin, and soft ash colored lips. She wears the standard camo pants. And a light brown shirt, along with her set of dog tags. She has an extra set of dog tags on her necklace. Dog tags that once belonged to her brother. Joice is not standardly put out into the field. Although at times she has been forced to. Most of the time she is in the infirmary. Training to be a army nurse. Her weapon of choice is a small pistol. Mostly because her earth abilities are enough to help her out. She is calm, and kind. With a sweet smile and gleaming green eyes. She never loses her temper. Infact, she doesn't really have one. If someone gets mad at her, or pushes her around, she'll just shut down. Not sobbing, but kind of fade away, and not be there in her mind. She often has nightmares of her brothers, Bracken Fairland, death.|earth manipulation |
2,018 | 40 | 1 | 1,662 | 1,137 | Nadia was, as usual, in a state of prayerlike trance. Her exercises were always stenuous; such was the way that her god demanded. As she ran at a heavy pace, she uttered out a breathy chant.
As she came to a stop, Nadia did a final stretch before sitting cross legged on the ground and going into the normal post workout meditation. This was but one part of her daily observance; and Nadia was more than happy to observe the tenants. She must always be prepared. | Name: Nadia Dunn
looks: Nadia has light blonde hair and green eyes. Her skin is light. The most notible trait is her unusual height, standing tall at 6'3" and posessing an imposing, very athletic build due to her training. Nadia does not dress very flashy or bright during her non fighting times, prefering simple neutral hoodies and sweatpants. When fighting though, Nadia will wear a bright red armband to try and catch attentions so that she may get the maximum amount of kills.
Personality: Nadia is fueled by a religious fanatacism for war and battle. It is likely that her religion, which sees every war as holy Md every battle as sacred, was likely constructed as an experimental "X-Factor" to possibally put her above all else. This furvor is frightening at least, with Nadia deriving holy ecstacy from every fight and every kill she makes being a kind of sacrifice to god. This carries onto her behaviors outside of battle, with Nadia showing no fear of death, seeing it as a form of honor, and expecting the same fighting spirit from her companions. Her near all consuming desire for conflict makes her dificult to be around, always ploting and formenting chaos among others. Such is her way.
Weapons: Several combat knives, a sharpened lead pipe, a few handguns, various sharp pieces of metal
Bio: Nadia was born in what would become the East States. Her family was "normal" in every sense that an american family would be, a working class irish descended people, two children, Nadia and her brother. Ironically, they were never very religious, only visiting the local catholic church on holidays. Nadia was abducted and sent to training, where they small girl would be conditioned into a religious fanatic and bloodthirsty warrior.
Family: Nadia is the only surviving member of her branch of the Dunn family.
Power: Magnetism control- Nadia is able to induce magnetism of molecules, both in herself and in other objects caught in her magnetic field. |
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Burner lifted up the weights a final time. Resting them on the hooks. He stood up and started to put the weights back to their rightful place. He stretched his arms, his thick muscles flexing beneath tan skin.
Joyce stopped at the edge of the track. Breathing heavily. Her chest heaved with panting breaths. And her body dripped with warm sweat. She gently tilted her head back. Closing her eyes as a cool wind slowly embraced her small frame. | Steve(Burner) Drane| Burner is a a stocky 15 year old. With thick arms and a muscular body. He has a bit of chin stubble. mostly due to the lack of a razor. Although it gives him the "I don't give a crap" vibe. Burner's face is what one might describe as "Superman". Due to it's sharp features, and thick chin, and cheek bones. His hair is a sandy blonde, and his skin is a nice tan. His eyes are a calming grey. Old looking compared to the rest of his rather rebellious appearance. He wears a dark green shirt, with sleeves that have been burned off. It's a miracle when he is wearing a shirt. Because mostly he just burns it off with his temper. He wears a pair of camo pants, and heavy brown boots. As well as his dog tags. He uses only his hands and powers in a fight. Although he is known to carry around a heavy duty knife in his boot. He is your typical fire bending freak. Hot temper, loud mouth, and stubborn attitude. At least he's not aggressive... much...|fire manipulation
Joice Fairland|Joice is a smaller girl, but only 13. only about 5'2. She is very bony, and frail. Most look at her, and their first thought is a tea cup. Her appearance is betraying the idea that she has the abilitiy to whield earth. Her hair is short, a pixie cut that clings close to her head. Through her black hair, streaks of green follow in various shades. She has pale skin, and soft ash colored lips. She wears the standard camo pants. And a light brown shirt, along with her set of dog tags. She has an extra set of dog tags on her necklace. Dog tags that once belonged to her brother. Joice is not standardly put out into the field. Although at times she has been forced to. Most of the time she is in the infirmary. Training to be a army nurse. Her weapon of choice is a small pistol. Mostly because her earth abilities are enough to help her out. She is calm, and kind. With a sweet smile and gleaming green eyes. She never loses her temper. Infact, she doesn't really have one. If someone gets mad at her, or pushes her around, she'll just shut down. Not sobbing, but kind of fade away, and not be there in her mind. She often has nightmares of her brothers, Bracken Fairland, death.|earth manipulation |
2,020 | 40 | 3 | 1,662 | 1,137 | Nadia rose from her meditation and spoke up. "So, do the two of you feel ready for what we are headed into?" Nadia personally was thrilled as could be. Even if she was shot dead upon arrival, her own self sacrifice would be honored. Soon all enemies would know the wrath of god. Nadia wiped the sweat from her face and breathed heavily as she waited for Burner and Joyce's answers | Name: Nadia Dunn
looks: Nadia has light blonde hair and green eyes. Her skin is light. The most notible trait is her unusual height, standing tall at 6'3" and posessing an imposing, very athletic build due to her training. Nadia does not dress very flashy or bright during her non fighting times, prefering simple neutral hoodies and sweatpants. When fighting though, Nadia will wear a bright red armband to try and catch attentions so that she may get the maximum amount of kills.
Personality: Nadia is fueled by a religious fanatacism for war and battle. It is likely that her religion, which sees every war as holy Md every battle as sacred, was likely constructed as an experimental "X-Factor" to possibally put her above all else. This furvor is frightening at least, with Nadia deriving holy ecstacy from every fight and every kill she makes being a kind of sacrifice to god. This carries onto her behaviors outside of battle, with Nadia showing no fear of death, seeing it as a form of honor, and expecting the same fighting spirit from her companions. Her near all consuming desire for conflict makes her dificult to be around, always ploting and formenting chaos among others. Such is her way.
Weapons: Several combat knives, a sharpened lead pipe, a few handguns, various sharp pieces of metal
Bio: Nadia was born in what would become the East States. Her family was "normal" in every sense that an american family would be, a working class irish descended people, two children, Nadia and her brother. Ironically, they were never very religious, only visiting the local catholic church on holidays. Nadia was abducted and sent to training, where they small girl would be conditioned into a religious fanatic and bloodthirsty warrior.
Family: Nadia is the only surviving member of her branch of the Dunn family.
Power: Magnetism control- Nadia is able to induce magnetism of molecules, both in herself and in other objects caught in her magnetic field. |
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Burner crossed his arms over his chest. Grinning widely. "I can't wait to fight for my country" he explained simply. He had volunteered to go with the soldiers when they came for him. Ever since he was a young boy, he had wanted to fight. It was in his blood, in his heart.
Joice shook her head gently, glancing up at the clouds for a wishful second. "War is never a good thing." She quietly explained as she gazed over at her two friends with green eyes. She was the only one of them that had been on the battlefield. She had seen the true gruesome nature of war. She knew it held no glory. Only sorrow. | Steve(Burner) Drane| Burner is a a stocky 15 year old. With thick arms and a muscular body. He has a bit of chin stubble. mostly due to the lack of a razor. Although it gives him the "I don't give a crap" vibe. Burner's face is what one might describe as "Superman". Due to it's sharp features, and thick chin, and cheek bones. His hair is a sandy blonde, and his skin is a nice tan. His eyes are a calming grey. Old looking compared to the rest of his rather rebellious appearance. He wears a dark green shirt, with sleeves that have been burned off. It's a miracle when he is wearing a shirt. Because mostly he just burns it off with his temper. He wears a pair of camo pants, and heavy brown boots. As well as his dog tags. He uses only his hands and powers in a fight. Although he is known to carry around a heavy duty knife in his boot. He is your typical fire bending freak. Hot temper, loud mouth, and stubborn attitude. At least he's not aggressive... much...|fire manipulation
Joice Fairland|Joice is a smaller girl, but only 13. only about 5'2. She is very bony, and frail. Most look at her, and their first thought is a tea cup. Her appearance is betraying the idea that she has the abilitiy to whield earth. Her hair is short, a pixie cut that clings close to her head. Through her black hair, streaks of green follow in various shades. She has pale skin, and soft ash colored lips. She wears the standard camo pants. And a light brown shirt, along with her set of dog tags. She has an extra set of dog tags on her necklace. Dog tags that once belonged to her brother. Joice is not standardly put out into the field. Although at times she has been forced to. Most of the time she is in the infirmary. Training to be a army nurse. Her weapon of choice is a small pistol. Mostly because her earth abilities are enough to help her out. She is calm, and kind. With a sweet smile and gleaming green eyes. She never loses her temper. Infact, she doesn't really have one. If someone gets mad at her, or pushes her around, she'll just shut down. Not sobbing, but kind of fade away, and not be there in her mind. She often has nightmares of her brothers, Bracken Fairland, death.|earth manipulation |
2,022 | 40 | 5 | 1,662 | 1,137 | Nadia nodded at both of theml. She cared not for politics or personal gain; only to serve her place and spill blood. "So, when are we supposed to leave and see action?" Nadia tapped her food and fidgited while talking, even after so many years of pushing her body to the absolute extreme, it still hurt to over strain herself. But it was all in the name of god. | Name: Nadia Dunn
looks: Nadia has light blonde hair and green eyes. Her skin is light. The most notible trait is her unusual height, standing tall at 6'3" and posessing an imposing, very athletic build due to her training. Nadia does not dress very flashy or bright during her non fighting times, prefering simple neutral hoodies and sweatpants. When fighting though, Nadia will wear a bright red armband to try and catch attentions so that she may get the maximum amount of kills.
Personality: Nadia is fueled by a religious fanatacism for war and battle. It is likely that her religion, which sees every war as holy Md every battle as sacred, was likely constructed as an experimental "X-Factor" to possibally put her above all else. This furvor is frightening at least, with Nadia deriving holy ecstacy from every fight and every kill she makes being a kind of sacrifice to god. This carries onto her behaviors outside of battle, with Nadia showing no fear of death, seeing it as a form of honor, and expecting the same fighting spirit from her companions. Her near all consuming desire for conflict makes her dificult to be around, always ploting and formenting chaos among others. Such is her way.
Weapons: Several combat knives, a sharpened lead pipe, a few handguns, various sharp pieces of metal
Bio: Nadia was born in what would become the East States. Her family was "normal" in every sense that an american family would be, a working class irish descended people, two children, Nadia and her brother. Ironically, they were never very religious, only visiting the local catholic church on holidays. Nadia was abducted and sent to training, where they small girl would be conditioned into a religious fanatic and bloodthirsty warrior.
Family: Nadia is the only surviving member of her branch of the Dunn family.
Power: Magnetism control- Nadia is able to induce magnetism of molecules, both in herself and in other objects caught in her magnetic field. |
2,023 | 40 | 6 | 2,172 | 362 | two days from now. 12 o'clock sharp. Burner said, his voice carrying his the sound of his desires to serve is country in the heat of battle. However, Joice was not so comfortable with this topic. She swallowed it down like a hard stone. Glancing between them with green eyes filled with nervous emotions. "We should go get dinner before the cafeteria closed for tonight" she quickly said in hopes of diverting the conversation. | Steve(Burner) Drane| Burner is a a stocky 15 year old. With thick arms and a muscular body. He has a bit of chin stubble. mostly due to the lack of a razor. Although it gives him the "I don't give a crap" vibe. Burner's face is what one might describe as "Superman". Due to it's sharp features, and thick chin, and cheek bones. His hair is a sandy blonde, and his skin is a nice tan. His eyes are a calming grey. Old looking compared to the rest of his rather rebellious appearance. He wears a dark green shirt, with sleeves that have been burned off. It's a miracle when he is wearing a shirt. Because mostly he just burns it off with his temper. He wears a pair of camo pants, and heavy brown boots. As well as his dog tags. He uses only his hands and powers in a fight. Although he is known to carry around a heavy duty knife in his boot. He is your typical fire bending freak. Hot temper, loud mouth, and stubborn attitude. At least he's not aggressive... much...|fire manipulation
Joice Fairland|Joice is a smaller girl, but only 13. only about 5'2. She is very bony, and frail. Most look at her, and their first thought is a tea cup. Her appearance is betraying the idea that she has the abilitiy to whield earth. Her hair is short, a pixie cut that clings close to her head. Through her black hair, streaks of green follow in various shades. She has pale skin, and soft ash colored lips. She wears the standard camo pants. And a light brown shirt, along with her set of dog tags. She has an extra set of dog tags on her necklace. Dog tags that once belonged to her brother. Joice is not standardly put out into the field. Although at times she has been forced to. Most of the time she is in the infirmary. Training to be a army nurse. Her weapon of choice is a small pistol. Mostly because her earth abilities are enough to help her out. She is calm, and kind. With a sweet smile and gleaming green eyes. She never loses her temper. Infact, she doesn't really have one. If someone gets mad at her, or pushes her around, she'll just shut down. Not sobbing, but kind of fade away, and not be there in her mind. She often has nightmares of her brothers, Bracken Fairland, death.|earth manipulation |
2,024 | 41 | 0 | 1,617 | 689 | Chapter 1: The Escape
You are in a prison cell it is white and made just for you. Your powers don't work no matter what you try and never have but still you try. What you do no know is that you have been watched. By who, you don't know yet but it will be reviled. Now all you can do is walk around and exercise until you find a way out. One day when your food is delivered through one of the squares you only get a envelope with a small and thin PDAin it. IT has a button on the side and once you press it your entire room goes black and the PDA turns on. It being the only light in the room an image appeasers a sun. Then after a few seconds a smooth aged voice starts to talk.
"Hello, how are you? Well I don't really care now do I. My name is....lets go with Mr.Sinister. And I am now your guardian angle, and have a proposition for you. But first let me tell you a little more about my self. I am a retired Rogue, yes retired, I have lived a long and full like and do not regret any of it. I am a famous Rogue and you have probably heard of me but for now I am just old Mr. Sinister. I have been watching the world from my lovely home and have been very disappointed with the rogues of today. You guys are all week and all the same, like a bunch of wild dogs who got tamed by the Vigil and ARGO. I mean you are here, in a cell, how much more do I need to say.
Now I would like to call to attention the major problem of today, you do not understand the power in numbers, but I am here to fix it. I have chosen you among others as the brightest and the best of the lot. You among others have certain qualities that will be needed to help mold and create my dream; an organization that rivals the power of Vigil and ARGO put together. Now I know I sound crazy, why would a bunch of fibers, killers and thieves work together? Well because you don't have any other choice. Think about it, what if you had a group to call upon when you need some bailing out, or when you are planning a great heist.
Now that I have planted these thoughts in your head I am going to need to know that you will help me. IF you Agree press your thumb to the screen s indicated if you don't then the screen will go blank and your room will turn back on will be flushed causing your death. You have 5 seconds."
Now those of you who have pressed the button will be greeted by an lay out of the prison accompanied by a voice.
"Grand you decided to stay, and the ones who did not will be missed. Now down to business, the prison is using special technology dampened powers and abilities. And it is adaptive, so it is specialized for each individual to make them as human and weak as possible. Now I have temporarily suspended the signal of your cell so that we could talk, the PDA is giving off a signal to do that. In a one hour from now I will be sending a signal prison wide and each cell will be opened and turned off for that time period. You all are currently in Cell block A, the cylinder.
Now all the cells are up against the walls with a walk way spanning each floor and a tiny path connecting to the elevator shaft in the middle of the floor. Once the signal goes off the only thing that will be functional will be the robot guards patrolling. Now once your out these things will be your first obstacle. They are based off of the wardens design and are light fast and pack a punch but will only try to subdue you not kill you. Once you get through them make your way to the shaft. While the prison is on lock down the only way to get air in or out will be through this shaft, thus it becomes a giant tube of pressurized air going up. All you simply have to do is jump into the current and ride the winds. Once you make it to the top your last challenge will show itself, The WARDEN. It is a robot unlike any other and has more experience than all of you combined. Heed my warning, he is the only one with a lethal kill protocol so he will kill you on site. The best thing to do is to subdue him by taking the Energy core from behind his chest plate. If you can get past his gadgets and skills then you exit will be waiting in the form of a boat at the edge of the top of the dome. Now don't think you all have all the time in the world, once you get to the top you will only have about 30 mins before ARGO and Vigil show up then there is really no helping you.
I have told you a lot in a short time and now you even have an even shorter amount of time to prepare, like 15 mins, so consider this your test to prove your worth as a Rogue to me, one of the best in the game. If you accept this, my plan for the future, the roles you will play, and everything else then give your thumb again. Oh and one more thing, don't lose this PDA until I tell you to throw it away, that's if you keep it. You have five seconds.
A few minutes later the room turns on and then goes black again and the doors open and you can see the elevator shaft from your cell. Time to get the hell out of here. | Name: Ek'ork
Alias: The Founder/Eroric (those who cannot say his name call him Eroric)
Age: 345
Gender: Male
Species: Descender
Personality: Ek'ork is a temperamental man. Most of the others of his species are all very respectful of their prince, but the human soon learn that he is quick to snap at any one. Like any prince when he ask for something he expects it no matter what, or there will be sever consequences. When coming to Earth he did not like their customs and traditions at all and had a problem adjusting. His mind is not one so easily conquered. It is vast, unlike humanity who can only use 5-16% of their brain capacity, his people can use up to 60% and it makes them different. They are numb to most human emotions and he does not quiet understand right and wrong just yet.
History: Ek'ork lived as a prince on his home world, it was a dying planet and his people knew that, they understood that it was a dog eat dog world and the royalty had the biggest say in anything. Due to his fathers falling health it was getting close to the crowning ceremony, where the prince eats the father while he dies. In his society the minds of the people are connected by a mind link. Being an all male society, the more dominant males have royal blood in their veins and have better control over the others, acting as the queen bee of the planets hive. While the weaker males have little to know royal blood and are the worker bees.
Ek'ork was next in line to take over the crown , which is know as the nexus. The Nexus is the hub for the mental links, which is why the kings get older and older as the years go on. So the previous king will find another 'proper' male and they would grow an egg using both of their genes.
This is how Ek'ork came to be, his father (mother) was a warrior and fought in the many different wars waged by his people, while his other father (father/the king) has been ruling for 1000 years. He has just reached maturity and was now fit for the crown and just as he finished eating his father alive and accepting the Nexus, his world puffed out its last breath. Everything was falling apart and now as king Ek'ork had made the decision to leave, grabbing his only reaming father and trusted advisers, he left the little red world and watched it explode. HE could feel the instant deaths of millions of his people and it was a pain he will never forget.
They found Earth by accident and thought it was a world easily inhabited. So they landed in secret and soon began to watch the humans before striking. There were only about 250 of his people left and after 5 years of observation they strike. What he did not know was that they had been found out and the humans were ready for him. 3 years of long war later and his population had been dropped down to 65. He called for peace and bought it with advanced technology and money.
After the war he bought he and his people their 'humanity' and American Citizenship he took up home in Lochwell. He was, is, and will be an impatient man so he did not really get human customs and traditions until he ate one. This is how his people relay information form other people. They did not even speak English or any other Earth language until he ate his first human.
WGUF-What Got You Famous: After the war and a few years of living in Lochwell, Ek'ork was called in by the president for a 'check-up' and followed suit. He went ot the white house and met the previous president, an arrogant man who did very many disrespectful looking things to Ek'ork's POV. Growing enraged by the minute Ek'ork finally snapped and ate the man. The first human he every ate was the president of the united states and he did it in a savage manner. Blood and leftover body parts could be seen throughout the Oval Office. He was apprehended on the spot and sent to ICF for permanent incarceration. His people were not reprimanded though and still run his gang on the outside.
Equipment: He has a war suit that he wears during combat.
Powers/Abilities/Skills/Talents:His people are naturally strong in nature, being able to life ten times their weight like ants, they also have their own martial arts system. He was trained by a warrior and bred for combat. His strikes are hard and he can kill anything in 10 different ways or more. He is a hunter and has instincts like one. Due to him having the Nexus his brain usage jumps to 75%. This gives him prime control over his own body. He can control two different things, his density. Making himself as light as a feather, giving him flight, or as heavy and hard as a star, giving him an added punch. Ek'ork can phase through objects as well bye reducing his density to allow him to go through solid objects, or vice versa.
Weakness: Ek'ork is a King of his people, this mean a lot. The Nexus is a heavy burden and even though he will not die for many thousands of years (due to low population) Using the Nexus is a great burden and a last resort. After it gets used he needs time to recover from fatigue, duration depending on how long he has been using. He is not bullet proof by any means, only when he is using the Nexus, but during normal combat he can be shot and cut and broken like anyone else. Also his massive structure is a problem in many cases, small confined spaces are not his forte and he sends people do that for him.
Secret Hideout: The Mothership of his people is hidden some where in the Pacific ocean, but their base of operations and only access point is in a bar owned by him.
Relationships: |
2,025 | 41 | 1 | 893 | 1,256 | No sooner had the door started to crack than a deep, joyous voice echoes out into the room.
"Finally, after six long years I'm free!"
A pair of hands reach out of the crack, gripping it and shoving it the rest of the way with a screech of metal. The door had been opening far too slowly for this creatures liking. He had already wasted too much time trapped in this pathetic human dungeon. Every moment he remained was one more moment still separated from his radiant Queen.
The monstrous figure of General Semyaza strides regally through the open space with a swish of his cape. He walks to the edge of the walkway and plants his foot up on the safety railing, raising a clinched fist triumphantly to the sky.
"TIME TO CONQUER EARTH!" | Name: Semyaza
Alias: General Semyaza, Greatest Warrior of the Grigori Empire
Age: Indeterminate. Aged over 200 years, and then spent a great deal of time sealed in an urn floating through space.
Gender: Definitely masculine.
Species: Grotesque Idol given life via strange alien magic.
Personality: Semyaza was brought to life to do two things: conquer and destroy. This he does in the name of his Queen, whom he was sworn undying loyalty towards. He is an incredibly prideful warrior who is incapable of turning down a challenge, and despite himself has a flair for the dramatic. He is not well versed in anything that does not pertain to battle or destruction and is both literal minded and disturbingly naive. He's still working out how to make decisions for himself now that he doesn't have the Queen to tell him what to do. He considers humans trash to be exterminated, but his loyalty to the Queen is so great that he will throw away his pride and work with them if there's even the slightest chance of reviving her.
History: Semyaza was brought to life in a far off star system by an evil witch named Queen Grigoria and waged a two hundred year war leading her armies of Groteque Idols in an attempt to steal the star systems throne from its rightful ruler, the wise Lord Metatron. In the final moments of the conflict, however, Lord Metatron sacrificed himself to save his people. Sealing himself, Grigoria, and Semyaza into a magic urn and having it cast into space to drift forever among the stars...
WGUF-What Got You Famous: ...until it had the misfortune of slamming into our moon, cracking it and releasing Metatron, Grigoria, and Semyaza. Grigoria immediately set her sights on the nearest planet, resolved to CONQUER EARTH, and began building up her army. The weakened Metatron slipped away, however, falling to Earth and passing the last of his powers to five teenagers so that they might defend their home from this threat. Semyaza would face them personally several times while leading Grigoria's ground troops. The last and most memorable took place in Tokyo, where he was magically grown to a hundred stories high in order to do battle with them and their giant robot. He was struck down, but not killed for fear of the collateral damage should he explode in the densely packed city. A few hours later the spell wore off, he shrunk to regular size, and was carted off by ARGO authorities for imprisonment and study.
Powers/Abilities/Skills/Talents: Semyaza has strength, stamina, and endurance far beyond what any ordinary human can muster. He can survive deep underwater and in a vacuum of space indefinitely. His arms can stretch out like snakes. He can fire a battery of high powered lasers from his eyes, as well as purple lightning out of his hands. Two blades spring out of the gauntlets above his wrists that curve inward and are capable of slicing through nearly anything. His cape can transform into batlike wings that allow him to fly.
In addition he is very interested, after years of watching Queen Grigoria do it, in carving Grotesque Idols of his own and thinks he might have the basic technique down. He just doesn't have the sheer magical force that allowed her to churn them out on a constant basis.
If he dies he explodes into a massive fireball, and is somehow able to speak without having a mouth.
Weakness: Being exposed to religious paraphernalia weakens his powers. Holy symbols, holy places, holy people, even prayer if spoken by a true believer. Anything that gives off "the same wavelength as Metatron's power" is poison to him. A long enough exposure would render him completely helpless.
Secret Hideout: A castle on the moon that he can't currently reach unless he wants to fly all the way there himself. Contains a teleportation pad (broken), a extensive library of magic tomes, a telescope with which to view anyone or anything on Earth, and a workshop for creating Grotesque Idols. The castle now lies in complete ruin from the final battle against Queen Grigoria.
Relationships:
-The Teen Angels: Probably in their twenties by now, come to think of it. A three man, two woman team residing in Los Angeles, California. These teens were given the power to defend the world by Lord Metatron, donning magical armor made from his essence and summoning giant robots when things got hairy. Interestingly, each was of a different religious faith. (Nemesis)
-Queen Grigoria: The leader of the Grigori Empire and an evil witch with phenomenal magical power. Defeated in an epic final battle and resealed in the urn, which is now hidden...somewhere. (Glorious Leader)
-Azazel, Sariel, Ezekiel, Armaros, Baraqel, and Arakiel: Semyaza's direct subordinates, each killed in turn by the Teen Angels. (Dead friends) |
2,026 | 41 | 2 | 637 | 359 | The white cell was perfectly boring, perfectly maddening. He needed something to do, something to occupy his mind. The patterns on the wall panels had served that function for a short time after he had been thrown in here, but now the sheer lack of anything was chipping away at his sanity.
Then again, perhaps he was mad already? Hadn't he just decided to destroy civilisation and take over the world? Those were not the goals of most reasonable men. But no, he decided, he was not mad, and would endeavour to stay that way. He would need his wits about him if he was ever to rule. Knowledge is power, he repeated mentally, and precision is strength. Knowledge is power, precision is strength. He would hold to these things for however long he was here.
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The first PDA was intriguing, if not entirely impressive. The "Guardian Angel" claimed that he had been chosen personally, and yet it was clearly a one-size-fits-all job, addressing him as a Rogue who had failed in his criminal career, and would be interested in an evil scheme. James Falcon was neither of these things, and anyone who had taken the least amount of trouble to research him would know that. Of course, they would also be unaware of his recent change of heart and resolution to become what many would call a supervillain. He had come to that conclusion here in this cell with no one else around. Nevertheless, he tapped the button quickly. Any opportunity to get out of his cell was welcome, and if it came from someone who hadn't a clue who he was or would become, then so be it.
The second PDA message was much more to his liking. This "Mister Sinister" may have skipped while researching his benefactors, but James could certainly respect the man's capabilities if he was truly able to accomplish such a thing. It would be worth his while to keep the PDA and learn more of this person and his goals, even if their paths must eventually part. He could use them to gather resources and experience, and perhaps gain allies as he fought towards his goal.
He tapped again, then sat down with his back to the wall and his legs outstretched in front of him. He would need to clear his head and make a plan, such as he could, before launching his career as a rogue. This was to be the first great act of his new life, and he would take hold of it with both hands. He counted the seconds as time slipped away. | Name: James Edward Falcon
Allias: Falcon
Age: 32
Gender: Male
Species: Human
Powers: Falcon can cause objects around him to change size, growing or shrinking into perfect scale replicas of themselves without changing density. A secondary ability allows him to teleport to anywhere he can see.
Appearance: Falcon has narrow grey eyes set above a prominent nose and a slim, clean-shaven face. He keeps his dark hair short, and was typically known to go around in a smartly-tailored business suit and tie. His torso is solidly built though not overly muscular, and his long legs take him to a height of 190 centimetres. (Picture to come)
History: James Falcon came into his abilities as a young man and, seeing that his powers were less well suited to flying though the skyline fighting criminals, he instead entered the world of business. His talent for growth and long-term strategic thinking saw him rise to prominence at a young age.
Because of his belief that superbeings should use their abilities to make the world better, he put much of his wealth funding altruistic projects. He put money into refugee camps and disaster relief, and funded drug research and subsidies where he felt that the government was falling short. As time passed and his business empire grew, his philanthropy also branched out to supporting political campaigns of candidates he felt had good priorities, then to supporting the cases of criminals whose actions he believed were justified, such as those who used dubious methods to expose corruption or exploitation. It was when he was found to be sheltering two of these men in his mansion while police were searching for them that he himself was arrested for obstructing the course of justice and trumped up charges related to his use of financial resources to exert undue influence on politics.
James did not resist his arrest and agreed to stand trial, confident in his assertions that the good he did for the world far outweighed the bad and that others would see that and overlook his breaking the letter of the law for upholding its spirit. He was dead wrong. A number of his political and business rivals piled in on the case, pushing for as harsh a sentence as possible, and he was sent to prison for five years. As a regular prison would be unable to hold him and no suitable facility was near to hand, he was extradited and sent to a secure facility designed to hold the most hardened violent supervillains, the ICF.
Horrified and insulted by this turn of events, he brooded on his anger and frustration, and so the supervillain Falcon was born. The people who had put him here, he decided, were incompetent fools. He had spent a long time plugging holes in a broken system with his own hard work and donations, but to truly help, much more would be required. The whole system needed to be broken down and rebuilt from the ground up, and the people in charge needed to know what they were doing and be able to see it through. People like Falcon. This would be his new mission in life, and arriving in jail, he had plenty of time to plan.
Personality: James Falcon is not an impulsive man. Rather, in all things he prefers a cautious, calculating, strategic approach. To him, knowledge is power and the way to get what one wants is by careful planning and precise execution. He prefers his own company when ruminating on these things and reacts irritably to distraction, though he will happily share his ideas and talk at length at more appropriate times. He is possessed of great determination and drive to reach his goals, and, facilitated by his approach above, has usually been successful. He truly does want to make the world a better place, but this ambition has been twisted by his anger and frustration about the ineffectiveness of government at achieving meaningful changes. He has become proud, vengeful and ruthless.
Strengths: Falcon’s most formidable asset is his strong intellect, which allows him to use his abilities to full effect in a number of situations. This is backed up by his sharp senses and good reflexes.
Weaknesses:
Falcon’s teleportation ability only enables him to move within his line of sight, which limits its usefulness when it’s dark or his vision is otherwise obscured. He can take one other person with him or an equivalent amount of material, but no more.
His size altering powers do not work on himself or any other humans.
He dislikes being thrust into situations without warning, as his best strength comes from planning ahead and being able to control his environment.
Secret Hideout: As mentioned above, Falcon is not from Lochwell City, so he has no current base in the city. What he does have, however, is his emergency Swiss bank account, which he started when he first entered business and has been feeding ever since in case some unforeseen disaster should make the rest of his fortune inaccessible.
Equipment: For now, a prison jumpsuit. But just you wait until he can get out and get creative!
Relationships: James has immense respect for The Chief, a superhero from his hometown who doesn’t just catch criminals, but spends just as much time using his abilities to be helpful to law-abiding people. This is supering done right, in his opinion.
“Superbeings are not bound by the laws of men. We are born with the power to break the laws of nature itself, and are bound to step in and use that power when ordinary systems fail to protect mankind. I spent years trying to prop up the current system and plug its gaps with my powers, never realising that what it was beyond all hope of repair. Similarly, I reject my sentence under your legal code and instead answer to a higher moral law. It now demands that I step in not to uphold civilisation, but to destroy it. I will burn everything down to the bedrock and start over, This time, I will be in charge and I will see things done right.” |
2,027 | 41 | 3 | 1,838 | 1,623 | Fucking drongos, another voice said as the door slowly creaked open. Karate Bastard had hardly noticed his months in incarceration, spending the majority of his time in meditation. The collars and bracelets they had slapped on him weighed him down, prevented him from exercising and feeling the full benefits of the power within him. But KB had not been unprepared for his escape. Up until now, his plan had been to wait for a human guard, then rip off the man's face and wear it as a mask in order to fool security and make good his departure.
But an outside agency busting him out? Not quite as dramatic, but it would do. He'd hate to think he was accepting charity, but at the same time, "never look a gift horse in the mouth." A phrase Hiram Walker had been fond of. The man in Texas who had taught him how to fight with a Bowie knife, before Keith took the liberty of crushing his skull. Good times.
As the nullifiers failed, KB felt strength surging back into his limbs. Bloody hardout, that was. Time to get back in the swing of things, no two ways about it. Without a second to lose, Karate Bastard ripped the orange top of his prison jumpsuit away, exposing his well-formed physique to the chill air of the underwater prison as he lurched forwards into the hallway.
The normal silence of the prison block corridor was shattered by the sounds of Keith's extended kata as he prepared himself for battle. Part elaborate gymnastics, part calisthenics, part slapping his own elbows and knees, mostly a lot of high-pitched screaming, KB worked out the kinks before assuming a combat stance. "Right, mates, let's fucking do this!" he yelled to mostly empty air. | Name: Keith Blackwell
Alias: Karate Bastard
Age: 36
Gender: Male
Species: Human
Personality: Keith is massively, incredibly arrogant- there's a reason they call him Karate Bastard. He firmly believes that he is the best martial artist in the world, questioning or denying that will drive him into a blind rage. Keith despises the very notion of weakness and will never admit to making a mistake. Not a man who has or wants any friends, though he will make alliances if it suits him.
History: Keith was born into New Zealand's famous and wealthy Blackwell family, known worldwide for their fine wine. Ensconced in an Auckland penthouse, Keith grew up wanting for nothing and continually having his ego fed. His parents, hoping for a well-rounded child, enrolled him in karate classes at age 15. There was nothing special about it to them, it was the same as the piano lessons, cooking classes, and reading program.
But Keith Blackwell quickly discovered he had an innate talent- a genius, really- for fighting. He understood and mastered the techniques intuitively, surpassing the teachers at his local school in a matter of months. Keith begged his parents to use their money to send him to Okinawa, the birthplace of karate, for a real education in the art. And so, at the tender age of sixteen, Keith Blackwell was put on a plane to Naha.
The training was brutal and merciless, but Keith took naturally to it. His ego grew even further as he became capable of even more outrageous feats, sharpening his body to extremes. He learned meditation, traditional medicine, the use of weapons. But the biggest thrill came after two years of study, when an argument with a drunken local escalated into a full-on brawl. Keith killed the man, breaking his neck with a single blow. It was as he was hiding the body that Keith Blackwell experienced a moment of blinding, glorious clarity- he was destined to be the strongest fighter who ever lived. Anyone who died in his quest to achieve that was merely a mark of his quality, a measure of how he had fulfilled his purpose. The vintage on his family's grapes was counted in years, his destiny was counted in the number of skilled opponents he defeated.
Any pity or compassion that was in him was crushed. After the day's rigors at the dojo, he would quietly slip into the red-light district of Naha and participate in underground fights sponsored by the local Yakuza family. When his actions were discovered by the sensei of the dojo, Keith was immediately expelled. He took the expulsion with a surprising amount of grace- he felt limited by karate.
From there, he traveled the world on his parents' money, learning as much as he could about fighting. Wing chun in Hong Kong, vovinam in Vietnam, fencing in Italy, capoeira in Brazil, dambe in Nigeria, hapkido in South Korea, knife combat in the Philippines, lucha libre in Mexico, savate in France- just a small sample of the eighteen years of intensive training in virtually every martial art he could find an instructor for. When Keith felt he had learned what he wanted to, he would typically challenge (and kill) his teacher and their top students. After all, their deaths were the mark of his success. Lately, he has started seeking out fighters specifically to fight them, for the rush of testing his skills.
WGUF-What Got You Famous: Keith's probably endless quest has just brought him to the United States. The idea of fighting superheroes interests him. As a warmup, though, he decided to take on several of the West Coast's better fighters. A boxer in Los Angeles was decapitated by an uppercut from Keith, a dojo owner in San Francisco had his eyes gouged out. Finally, Keith stormed into the ring during a title MMA match in Lochwell and bloodily murdered both fighters- and the referee, and the security guards who tried to stop him, and a guy with an annoying voice. He didn't resist arrest by ARGO- Keith has heard American prisons are pretty tough, there might be a good fight or two in there before he decides to leave.
Equipment: Karate Bastard will use traditional martial arts weapons on occasion, but does not possess any at the moment- ARGO took them all.
Powers/Abilities/Skills/Talents: Keith Blackwell has an innate ability to understand and master martial arts in short order. Twenty years of study in the discipline has given him tremendous skill at fighting. His intensive training has pushed his body well past what would normally be considered human limits- it is possible that he possesses genuine superpowers but that has never been investigated.
In particular, his speed and reflexes are at the peak of human potential. His strength is such that he can lift half a ton without exertion, and his knowledge of striking technique means that he is able to easily ram his bare fist through a brick wall. In addition, he is far more resistant to pain or injury than the average person and heals much more quickly.
Weakness: Due to his tremendous arrogance, KB will rush into things without any kind of plan whatsoever, without considering the odds against him. As he has done little with his life outside of study martial arts, he is socially backwards and has little understanding of modern technology or society. He has no real ability for ranged combat. Despite his increased ability to withstand injury, he is not impervious to it. Bullets, bombs, poison- it might take more of it than usual, but these things can indeed kill him.
Secret Hideout: None- KB only recently arrived in the country.
Relationships: None. |
2,028 | 41 | 4 | 641 | 893 | Time ticked on. It didn't matter. How long had Nihil been trapped here? It could've been a couple of days, it could've been years. She didn't care. There was no day or night down here- it was always the same for her. Just sitting. Existing. She ate when food came. She did nothing else. Existence was all there was. To one observing her cell she might appear to be a painting. She never moved, didn't seem to even breath. The image of a person defeated. On the outside she appeared all but dead. On the inside the same words echoed in her head: Kill Dalton. That the only thought that inhabited her, the only reason for which she subsisted. Had she gone insane? That was a pointless question.
She was never sane in the first place.
She was sitting against the wall, head down turned, when something came through the door. It was her food... no, something else. An envelope. She might've just sat there, continuing to exist pointlessly. She probably wanted to. But a memory came back to her. She'd been here before, hadn't she? No, a place like it. And this had happened before. She still had it- she wouldn't let them take it. They allowed her that much. The note, pressed against her chest, placed securely under her bra. She begrudgingly rose from her seat, taking tentative steps towards the envelope. She picked up the parcel- it had weight to it. Not a piece of paper. She opened the container, extracting from it a PDA. Orders? She shook her head. Old habits. Of course not. I'm not in that place anymore.
The PDA suddenly came to life as the room died. The device was the only illumination remaining. And then a voice came through. She listened patiently. They weren't orders from the General, but they might as well have been. The same commanding tone, the same expectation of being followed. She hated it. She would've hit no. She would've cast the device away, thrown it against the wall, accepted death. She didn't care. She still didn't. But then she remembered, she remembered her hate and her rage and her need to kill General Dalton Brook. She couldn't accept death her. She sighed, tentatively hitting the thumbs up.
Time to leave, I guess.
The voice spoke again. She listened patiently again. What, did you think she would ignore him out of apathy? She was indeed apathetic, but she was made for following orders. As the screen dimmed she slipped the device in her back pocket. The doors started to slide open. She felt strength flowing back into her. She felt a power she hadn't felt for some time. As the door slowly separated she stretched. Her limbs ached, not having moved for some time. Finally the breadth of the facility was revealed. She took in her surroundings. Five robots. The path lead directly to the 'wind tunnel'. Around her other cells were opening, some of their captives already revealing themselves. She analyzed her new 'allies'.
The first was a strange creature, appearing to be closer to some grotesque deception of an alien than a human. He emerged from the cell with a furor, waving his fist and shouting about conquering Earth.
How annoying.
The next one to come was Human. Male. He was also yelling expletives and encouraging the group to move, assuming some ridiculous martial arts pose.
They're both annoying. I already regret leaving.
The rest of them were still emerging from their cells
She sighed. She would have no patience for their showmanship. She was ready for action. Directly outside of her cell was a robot guard, standing ready to confront the escapees. She poised herself for combat, bracing herself low against the ground. She suddenly pounced, springing from the confined rooms towards the robot. She appeared as a blur to the others. Dispatching it was easy enough. She wasn't exceptionally strong but she had a great amount of momentum, moving exceptionally fast. The force of her fist moving at the speed that it was had been enough to punch a large dent in the robot's 'face', disrupting it's internal circuitry and causing it to fall to the ground. As she made contact with the ground there was a distinct pain in her fist. She just sent it against solid steel, of course it was hurting. But she had been trained to ignore it. She hardly felt it. She strode over to the now disabled machine. It didn't hold a weapon. She was disappointed.
She turned back towards the other cells, her face indicating that she was somewhat impatient. | Emma Summers | Nihil
Age: 29
Gender: Female
Species: Human
History: In the year 1986 a new kind of weapon was bred in the wind-swept desert of Afghanistan. The pressure of the Cold War has been on a steady rise, and it soon exploded in conflict. The Russian invasion of Afghanistan created a new warzone for the US to fight a proxy war against communism. Naturally they sided against Russia, supporting the Afghani Mujahideen. This war served as the backdrop of a highly illegal and highly unethical experiment conducted in the dark depths of the US Military-Industrial Complex by a secret group of researchers, unknown to all but a very select number of US Government officials. The question was simple: How does one create the perfect soldier? The first solution was technological: A serum that greatly increased the physical capabilities of a solider, additionally bestowing them with a number of 'super powers' that would aid them in their job. The second was much darker. In science there is an experiment that is considered taboo. Dubbed "The Forbidden Experiment". What would happen to someone if they were deprived of exposure to language of any sort? The researchers designed an evocative experiment: A child deprived of human contact. Taught by machines. Gradually exposed to the world through video and picture. Kept in peak physical condition. Raised by technology to be a soldier that had no regard for human life or their own life, instilled with unflinching obedience. Combined with their newly invented 'super-serum' this child was to be the ultimate soldier. The child had no name, but the researchers gave her a nickname: Nihil. A Latin word best described as meaning 'the absence of anything'. Nothingness.
It was at the age of twelve that Nihil was given her first mission. The Soviet–Afghan War was already over, but the Cold War was still on and researchers were eager to see the fruits of their labor. An operation was called by the general who was privy to the details of the experiment, buried in layers of deniability. The mission was simple: Capture a Soviet outpost. It was a task for a group of highly trained soldiers. Instead a little girl was sent in.
The mission, needless to say, was a success. Nihil proved to be highly capable in combat, and it seemed that all the programming and experimenting had indeed created the perfect soldier. As time went on the US's 'secret soldier' went on more missions, always proving successful against the most unlikely of odds. Every time it was the same: She'd receive her orders, be dropped into the hot zone, carry out her mission, exfiltrate, and then return to isolation, or to the training room connected to her cell, but she still always never saw a single person. The only times she had human contact was through the scope of a rifle. The only voices she heard where the screams of her targets. But something had to give, the shroud of isolation couldn't be kept forever. There was one variable that the researcher's couldn't control: Themselves. They weren't bad people... or maybe they were, but they felt remorse. Some of them were unable to handle the kind of research they were doing. Some were entirely uncaring, seeing Nihil as nothing more than a subject. But almost all of them were quelled by their paycheck. Almost.
One of them faced the ultimate struggle: Love. One of the researchers who spent countless hours observing Nihil came to feel a strange paternal affection for the girl who he had twisted into a soldier. It happened slowly, but it happened nonetheless. One day Nihil was sitting in her cell, as she always had, when something unexpected came through the slit in the door that had always delivered only food: A flower, and a note. The clean, white, sterile, surgical cell, devoid of anything but the basic necessities of life and a computer screen through which she had been educated had suddenly been invaded by a small speck of color. The facility rose in a panic. Their carefully controlled experiment had suddenly been thrown askew. The never anticipated one of their own going so far in mutiny.
Nihil picked up the note, felt the paper. The words which she had only ever seen etched into a computer screen. Researchers scrambled. She couldn't read it, they couldn't let her. It would likely destroy their work. As the mutinous researcher had been carried away, the door to Nihil's cell opened and for the first time she had seen a face on the other side of it. A stern face, a human face, reaching for the note. Suddenly her world had been thrown into question. Thoughts that never came to her, question that she had never come to ask. Who was she? Who were they? What are they? Who are the people she killed? Why did she exist?
Something snapped inside her. She understood that they did something wrong to her, the note made it clear. The girl easily overpowered the researcher, slamming his face against the wall and leaving a bloody smear. Their experiment was over. How could it succeed? No one can stem the very basis of human nature. They had reached too far. The girl they bred for war, of course, had no problem escaping from their confines after that. What was once a sterile research lab was sullied by blood. No one in the research staff, not one of the guards, nor one of the numerous other unholy experiments, not one of the janitors, or the maintenance workers, or the soldiers lived. They had created a monster.
An unfeeling monster that wanted nothing more than to feel.
As she emerged from the depths of the facility she emerged into a unknown environment. She had only ever known desert and mountains and the lab. This place was different. The mountains reached taller, scraping against the sky above. The ground was not sand, but concrete. Around her stood none of the 'Soviets' she had been taught were the enemy. Instead she was surrounded by people. Unfamiliar people. Numerous people, countless people. They stared at her: A teenage girl soaked in blood, carrying a rifle, clothing tattered. One of them called the police. Nihil was already gone, running away into a world she knew very little about.
Soon after that she found herself taken back into the fold of the US Military. Escaping wouldn't be that easy. It had been something they had prepared for. They could track her, of course. But things were different as she returned. She came to learn the name of the general in charge of the experiment: Brook. General Dalton Brook. He, like many of the researchers, came to see that the experiment was a mistake, so he extended an offer to reintegrate her into society with support from to government. The price was simple: Nihil's secrecy. No one would know where she came from. She wanted to know what life was like outside of confinement. She agreed.
She was soon re-educated, placed into an apartment, taught how to live like a 'normal' person. They gave her money. They gave her freedom. They gave her a name, Emma. They even let her join the VA. She was technically still a veteran, after all. But it wasn't enough for her. How could it be? She soon came to recognize what they took from her. What she could never get back. She was still a warrior, no matter what they did. She still couldn't feel like any other person. She still couldn't know what it was like to really be normal. So she disappeared, again. This time she made sure they couldn't follow. She used her powers to escape, again, and never looked back. She also promised herself one thing: She would exact revenge upon General Dalton Brook.
After that she slipped into the criminal underworld. By day she kept on her mask: The mask of a normal person, pretending to feel the emotions she could never feel. By night she was a rouge. Her powers made her a natural fit. She still only knew how to be a soldier. Assassination was her trade. She still felt nothing when she took a life. She felt no remorse. She wanted to hurt the people who hurt her and the people who didn't hurt her. She wouldn't be satisfied until everyone bled. But one thing still kept her sane. One thing kept her from being a psychopath: The memory of the flower and the note she had received from the one person who had loved her. The note she still kept with her. The note no one else would ever see. Part of her wanted to hurt, but part of her wanted to feel. Part of her wanted to discover the emotions she never knew.
As the years went on she felt her life become meaningless. She only lived to live. The feeling still wasn't there. She came to realize he joy that she once thought she felt when she killed was false, engineered by the researchers. She still wanted to kill Dalton Brook, but it seemed unattainable. He was half a world away. She felt trapped. And then one day during her 'late night activities' she was caught by a hero. Captain Power. She could've escaped. It would've been easy with her powers. But she gave up. She let herself get caught. He was confused, but took her in. And that was it. She was sent to prison, buried behind layers of security designed to prevent her escape. She couldn't be stopped. Ironically her powers made escape quite easy for her. But she didn't care. It was just like old times.
"I can leave whenever I want."
Personality: Nihil is devoid of emotion. She strives for it, but it's always out of reach. She's only felt emotion twice: Hatred for the people who authorized the experiments conducted on her, and a small moment of happiness hen she read a letter penned by the only person who has loved her. She is almost entirely apathetic towards existence, only driven by her goal to kill General Dalton Brook. She has no friends, has never tried to make any friends, and is seemingly unable to make friends. How can someone with no emotion have friends? She's entirely confident in her abilities, convinced that nothing can stop her, no matter how incorrect that might be. She rarely speaks, and isn't very easy to work with, instead preferring to operate solo.
Powers/Abilities/Skills/Talents: Nihil's principal talent is mastery with almost all forms of weaponry. She is a highly skilled marksman, able to use a sniper rifle to make shots that no normal human can make. She has a supreme reaction time and can slow her breathing to the point where it is almost impossible to discern if she is actually alive. Her senses are also highly heightened, furthering her skill as a marksman. Her skill with guns is so great that she can shoot the individual blades of a helicopter while they are in motion. She has been trained in the art of 'gun-kata', a form of martial arts that integrates hand to hand techniques with gunplay and the statistical study of a gunfight, allowing her to very accurately predict and then react to the patterns that her enemies will use, making her a very deadly foe against groups of enemies. She is of course, by extension, highly skilled in hand-to-hand combat and swordplay. The serum given to her also has imbued her with more 'super-human' abilities. She is more durable than an average person, able to survive a number of gunshots or a long fall, has strength comparable to a man twice her size. One of her principal abilities is they power to move at speeds that are almost imperceptible, appearing as little more than a blur. Additionally she can jump much higher than the average human, around the height of 20 feet. This allows her supreme mobility, letting dart quickly across the battlefield in a blink of an eye.
Weakness: Nihil's first weakness is her highly heightened senses. Although this at first seems to strictly be an advantage she is prone to sensory overload, extreme smells or loud sounds can have highly adverse effects on her. Additionally it is worth nothing that although she is more durable than the average human, unlike many super humans she is still very susceptible to gunshots or other physical damage. She might be durable, but she is very far from invulnerable. Finally the super-serum has had some adverse effects on her. She is prone to intense migraines, which in the past has not served her well in battle. The serum may have more negatory side-effects that remain unseen.
Secret Hideout: Nihil has no secret hideout, only a shitty apartment,
Relationships: The only feeling Nihil has for any person is the hate she feels for the General. |
2,029 | 41 | 5 | 1,576 | 358 | When Riley was first brought into the correctional facility the scientists had been fascinated. This was after all an unextraordinary girl whose fingers spurt fire, seemingly at her will. They’d poked and prodded, conducted experiments, trying to find where the smoke and mirrors and gasoline was coming from. And then it had become understood that Riley’s fibers were simply made of different stuff from them, and they desisted, leaving her alone to languish away in a cuboid cell so dizzyingly white and patterned that it made Riley’s head swim with headaches, caught in a game of dice while she was rolled around in it.
Not to mention, the authorities had probably grown weary of Riley impassively setting fire to their receding hairlines when they made a threat to a Naomi Pielwood one too many times, while she lay strapped bored to an examination table with her vitals beeping beside her head.
In the cell and lying on her back with one arm raised to cushion her head, Riley laughed, a lone knee jutting out from the ground. The sound echoed in the hollow room, reverberated in the silence. Once, Riley might have been sparingly abashed at such an obnoxious noise. But that was before she had come to know only quiet, and to relish her own voice. “Ah,” she said fondly, with a dying chuckle and a smile to herself. “Good times.”
Riley hadn’t seen another soul in ages, but that didn’t mean she was alone. There was a tingling sense in the back of her neck, a feeling impossible to place that hinted she was being watched. Cameras weren’t too difficult to install, and the sheer omnipotence of whoever observed her day and night was just too obvious. This had to be how the religious felt, as they snuggled in their cocoons of blankets, mattress moulding obediently to their every curve and tangent, and settled in for a good night’s sleep, transferring all worries and woes and security to a being they trusted would be there to watch them wake.
But Riley was one of the faithless, and she didn’t quite envision her captors as gray bearded men armed with a crooked staff of righteousness residing in the clouds. Still, she would give anything to hear the crackle of her own fire. She did so miss the powers she had just acquired, if only to bring some warmth into this godforsaken cage.
An internal clock rang the alarm and Riley’s eyes flickered to the door, just in time to watch her food tray being slotted in through the opening in the door. With a deep sigh of someone who’s life had been reduced to pure monotony, Riley heavily got to her feet, one hand ruffling up her cropped hair. Meals were no grand affair, but they were a splash of colour – green peas and mahogany ribs if it was a lucky day – in the monochrome cell. As Riley neared it however, she stopped short, catching sight of an envelope lying on her plate.
Disgruntled, she bent to pick up the tray, her right hand hammering dully on the door. “Oi!” she called, knowing that even if the sound didn’t travel through the walls, some camera or microphone within would pick it up. “You know if you want me to cook for myself you’re going to have to give me my fire!” Riley rattled her tray for emphasis, the envelope cluttering suspiciously noisily. She pounded the door one last time, before letting up and turning away.
“And actual ingredients,” she added, fingers picking up the envelope and playing with the fine corners. Riley opened it, to find a gadget lying inside of it. A frown deepened her brow, before smoothing into a look of impassivity. She flung the tray absent-mindedly, and kneeled down facing a corner, back hunched over this new treasure.
The pads of her fingers played over the contours of the PDA, and finding a button Riley pressed it, only to be plunged immediately into darkness. The PDA slipped from her hands, landing screen-down as Riley cursed and snapped her fingers. “A black-out? Now?” she muttered, knowing full well it was the furthest thing from a power trip. “Come on…now would be a great time to reenact the whole let there be light shindig.”
Then, seeing the PDA backlit by light from its screen, she reached out to cautiously cradle it in her hands as a voice filled the cell. Riley worked through her shock as she listened to the message, to the alleged Mr Sinister. She tsked over the booming words. “Mr Sinister. A child could have chosen better.”
“…you don't have any other choice. Think about it, what if you had a group to call upon when you need some bailing out, or when you are planning a great heist?” Riley’s eyes narrowed at the vivid sun on the PDA screen. “Or an idiot to land you in a jail.” To take her away from a good thing going, to rip her apart from her sister… Riley didn’t find group work very droll business.
But then, thoughts of Naomi she had suppressed out of pain dovetailed with the proposition that had just been made, and Riley froze, contemplations to scoff at the offer and cast the PDA aside screeching to a stop. Naomi, now probably going onto seven, who had gone three birthdays without her big sister. Naomi, who was still waiting for Riley. Getting out would mean returning to her.
“Oh, god damn you,” she snarled at the PDA, one finger vehemently punching the screen. The prison floor plan filled the screen, and Riley listened to the instructions and information rattled at her. Pressing the screen as requested, she tucked the PDA away into her pocket, and on a belated thought folded the envelope in as well.
She would need to get word to Naomi somehow to start expecting her sister.
A few rounds of mindless pacing later, the power flickered in the cell, before the door to her cell flung open, creaking with misuse. Hope surged in Riley’s chest, but she refused to allow it to add a spring in her steps toward the exit, even over the cacophony of other prisoners finding their release. So she wasn’t the only one who had been propositioned. Simply fantastic.
Her feet carried her across the threshold. Riley raised a hand to her eyes, breath bated, as she snapped her fingers. Click. A flame burst to life before her, quivering in the rush of air Riley exhaled in surprise. The smile she hadn’t permitted cracked across her face, and an astonished laugh tore its way from her chest. The flame wavered violently, swaying alarmingly. But it burned on, as stubbornly inextinguishable as ever.
"Right, mates, let's fucking do this!" Riley looked up, to see an inmate with a newly-bared chest, a curiously-proportioned figure who had declared a conquest of the Earth, and a girl who had just neutralised a robot. Riley smiled an impish smile, dropping her hand to put out the flame, and turning to face the rest of the Rogues who shared her ticket out. “I think you’re getting ahead of yourselves, boys,” she said with a mischievous lilt in her voice. “Let’s focus on showing ourselves the way out first without getting caught, shall we?” And hopefully find a kitchen somewhere, she thought with a small grumble of hunger to get her hands on a dagger after those couple of years eating with a plastic spork.
Riley glanced over at the girl with long black locks and an air of irritability, and gave her a once-over. An expression of slight amusement quirked at her lips and brows. "Impressive. Think you can do that to all the bots that come our way?" she said, eyes lighting on the now faulty machine, and threw in a small well-meaning jaunt of the lips for good measure. "Liven up a little." | Name: Riley Pielwood
Alias: NA
Age: 20
Gender: Female
Species: Human
Personality: Snarky and with a love for sharp humour, Riley wouldn’t immediately come across as psychotic to those she meets. Fun-loving and highly appreciative of a few chuckles, Riley makes careless remarks and laughs whenever she will. Though bright and energetic, she hides her claws and filed teeth behind her wide smile, tucked away until her hackles have been raised. Her laughter is bark-like and sharp, as is her bite. She likes teasing people and ribbing them in good fun, but nowhere near as much as she enjoys seeing an expression ranging from dismay to horror to panic to pain unfurl over a face, and knowing she has put it there. She enjoys herself a fair dose of chaos, might instigate it now and then, but she has found that dropping in during the second act isn’t all too bad either. She has an intense weakness for challenges too, and can’t stand being bored, especially if mundane people let her down and fail to fulfill her amusement quota. Sarcasm and sardonicism keep her entertained during lull periods. She doesn’t particularly need to see blood to be satisfied – hasn’t got much of an appetite for it, to be frank – but she will draw it to prove a point if need be. Vindictive, she can get childishly petty and vengeful when she doesn’t get her way. Needless to say, she is not the most mature, but she will do anything for her little sister Naomi.
History:
Riley was born in a rough neighbourhood on the more dingy side of town, to parents who may have loved each other in a previous life but must have ceased all affections somewhere after their honeymoon and before her birth. It was a crumbling union of two unfortunate souls too prideful to separate that Riley witnessed as a toddler, loathed as an child and overlooked as an adolescent. It helped matters none when her mother got pregnant again and Riley got herself a younger sister at nine. Of course, it was left to Riley to look after the thing right after it was weaned. It took all of six months for her to get attached to little Naomi, but once she began to feel warmth uncoiling in her stomach when looking at the ankle-biter’s rosy cheeks and guileless gummy smile, she was stupidly loyal to a baby. By then, she had gotten herself into a few scuffles, though nothing serious. She would return home with bloody knuckles and bruises blooming anywhere imaginable and her baby sister would brush her chubby grasp over the tender spots on Riley’s skin like a whisper. Their parents had never been big on gentle physical touch, and Riley absolutely lived for those moments. She never lost a fight, and came home daily to coo over Naomi as the dull aches slowly pulsed into faded muscle memory.
Their parents slowly spiraled further and further away, eventually becoming so detached and in need of remedy that the dining table was empty more often than not, as they spent their days languishing in numb, alcohol-induced limbos. That however didn’t bother Riley as much as how bone-dry Naomi’s bottle was getting, and when Naomi got a fever Riley was thrown into absolute panic. She considered it a miracle her sister hadn’t gotten sick earlier – the darkened flat hadn’t been feather-brushed in years, much less properly cleaned, and Riley’s cheeks were growing gaunt and hollow to keep Naomi’s plump but almost, it would seem, to no avail. Riley could see it all – the hunger, the pain – diminishing to naught as she perched owlishly by the crib, desperately clinging onto Naomi’s pudgy fist as she screamed and her face turned ruddy and her little voice choked on her own tears.
The next morning in school, a boy passed a mindless comment that sent Riley rocketing off her seat. She was sick with worry, and the boy was a brainy bespectacled thing who deserved all her resentment because he came from a house that wasn’t falling apart and parents with a love as deep as their wallets. He couldn’t even fight her off with his own fists. Instead, he begged her to stop and tried to sweeten the plea with money. Riley almost scoffed, until she realised what he was offering and plucked him off the ground. He meekly handed her five dollars, but a shaking of his shoulders and a snarl in his pasty face raised the sum to a princely fifteen. With that money, Riley was able to buy milk formula for Naomi. Given another two recesses and a whole playground full of potential victims with cushy families, Riley could pay for a trip to the doctor’s. She attracted strange stares in the waiting room, as she cradled a squalling baby in knobby arms and with cheeks smudged as dark as soot, but she glared at the receptionist and nurses and patients who were all just blockades between Naomi and the doctor until they tore their eyes to the ground.
Naomi got better, but Riley continued to bully the kids, until the pantry was stocked up again and Riley herself began to fill out. When she was twelve, upperclassmen who had seen her exploits during recess where the teachers couldn’t see invited her to play truant with them. She surveyed them warily at first, until they mentioned money. By the time Riley was thirteen, she had become a bully outside of the playground, and ran around with a gang of youths who were all older than her but headed in the same direction. Rogues had already started becoming an issue then, and these gangly adolescents with enough tar in their lungs to reline roads and tattoos snaking around their bodies like vices fantasised living lives of obscene wealth, play, and skullduggery.
They got up to mischief on a daily basis; Riley learnt from the smarter ones how to con and deceive and be wily, for the delayed gratification of whipping the carpet out from beneath the feet of the unsuspecting; the brutish ones with a relish for inflicting pain traded their more sadistic skills for Mathematics tuition; she was given a fair share of whatever profits they could loot. Even if the gang was majorly made up of dim bulbs and dull tools, Riley was saving up handsomely, and they made her laugh and lightened her heart even if they lived a story set against the most grim of backgrounds. Plus, her thick-as-thieves associates in malice would have gladly jumped a bullet for Naomi, now at four a cute rascal with a smile to melt even the ringleader’s heart and enough naivety to shame Riley, and she was grateful for any protection they could offer, now that she had gotten herself involved in risky business. But she lived every day laughing and playing with her sister, running around and wreaking havoc around town with teenagers as mad and starved for the intangible as her, and it was a good life to live.
But then it all went wrong when Riley turned seventeen, and had herself upgraded to an organisation which was bad news on a whole new scale. Naomi would ask why Riley didn’t go see their usual friends, and Riley would never tell her that those usual friends were absolutely paltry compared to her new ones. But her new affiliation offered so many more benefits – namely, an income, if she did her job.
But because the one above was too long, I added in this summarised version, because I can understand it would be a pain to read through the whole thing.
Riley was born in a rough neighbourhood on the more dingy side of town, to parents who may have loved each other in a previous life but must have ceased all affections somewhere after their honeymoon and before her birth. She later had a little sister by the name of Naomi at the age of nine, who came to care intensely for. She would often get into fights in school, but always came home to Naomi and for that she was grateful.
Their parents then stopped providing for them, and it worried Riley that Naomi was getting less and less fed. When Naomi got a fever Riley was worried sick, and after beating up a rich boy in school realised she could extort money from her classmates, using what she unjustly earned to buy milk formula for Naomi, pay for her health, and feed the family again.
When she was twelve, she became involved with a gang of youths who were all older than her but filled to the brim in the head with fantasies of being rogues. Riley learnt from the smarter ones how to con and deceive and be wily, for the delayed gratification of whipping the carpet out from beneath the feet of the unsuspecting; the brutish ones with a relish for inflicting pain traded their more sadistic skills for Mathematics tuition; she was given a fair share of whatever profits they could loot. She stayed on because she was earning and learning, and running amok with these people lifted her spirits.
But then it all went wrong when Riley turned seventeen, and had herself upgraded to an organisation which was bad news on a whole new scale. Naomi would ask why Riley didn’t go see their usual friends, and Riley would never tell her that those usual friends were absolutely paltry compared to her new ones. But her new affiliation offered so many more benefits – namely, an income, if she did her job.
What Got You Famous:
The same problem happened; I'm so sorry.
And she did. She did do her job, got herself paid and told to rest on her laurels until something else came along and they called on her duty again. She did her job several times over, and did it well even if it would make her stomach turn. But she overcame her squeamishness quickly enough, and only pursed her lips when she did her job. But somebody else didn’t. Somebody else screwed up, and Riley was awakened one night by Naomi’s screaming, her parents’ shouting, and the door to her room being kicked down.
She was seventeen. A seventeen-year-old girl caught in her bed in nothing but boxers and a singlet, eyes still bleary from sleep and squinting into the spotlight shone on her, as her little sister cried at the doorway, held back by parents who now gave their undivided attention. Perhaps she wasn’t exactly what the ARGO team had been expecting when they crashed into her house on an overnight mission to round-up members of a rogue organisation they had just dismantled, because there was a beat of absolute silence from the officers – armed with impressive weaponry and decked out in bulletproof vests and suits which all looked overdone now – before they started to order her to the ground, voices ricocheting in the cramped room.
When Riley failed to comply, one of them reached forward to roughly drag her off the bed. But it had been a long time since Riley had slept, sure of her safety. Before the officer could even blink, she had dragged the serrated edge of the dagger she kept beneath her pillow into the flesh of his underarm.
Howling, he let her go, falling back and failing his arm so that blood flew everywhere. Pandemonium peaked, and Pandora’s box opened in that room itself as voices exploded and rifles were whipped into the hunter’s crouch, aimed right at her heart. Another soldier tried to advance, and the hand holding the dagger twitched to right beside her ear, ready to be thrown.
Caught in this stalemate, everyone became motionless, except for Naomi who broke free of her parents’ hold to push against the back of an officer’s legs, desperate to get through, crying for Riley even though her entire front was splattered with another man’s blood. The officer turned sharply then, every instinct lit and every nerve strung high, and swung the barrel of his rifle down as he peered at Naomi.
It was aimed right at her sister.
I cannot lose her. With a flick of her wrist that was too easy – so familiar, so simple – Riley threw the dagger. It embedded itself deeply in the chink of armour that had been revealed as the soldier craned his neck downwards. In a spray of blood from the back of his neck, the soldier gave a last sputter and fell.
A body was flung at her, pinning her at once against the floor. Riley landed on her back, the breath flattened out of her. She started to wrestle with the man, scratching at his face and knocking his visor askew, all the while hearing the high-pitched shrieks of Naomi. She made a claw-like shape with her hand, whipping it forth to rake her nails down the man’s face. Unexpectedly, the man yowled anew when tongues of flame licked his face.
His comrades who had scrambled to save the fallen life whirled around to find Riley struggling to her feet, gazing in awe at her right hand now swallowed in fire. She looked up, to see soldiers with eyes full of intent to bring her down, and waved her arm around, a torch that roared with life as she yelled, “Stand back!”
Obstinately, the team advanced, and she flung her hand at them. Fire sprung to life behind a man’s ears, and he scrambled to beat it out. But try as he might he continued to burn. New screams filled the room, and hesitantly the team began to recoil.
There was a window just paces away from where Riley stood. She was just about to leap for it, when she heard Naomi – all screams now dead – whimper, “Make it stop.”
It was enough to strike Riley dumb; that pause was enough for what remained of the force to bring her down and innovatively bag and handcuff her hands. But she remained limp, lifeless, beneath them, hearing on endless repeat Naomi’s plea. Once she was hauled upright to be taken away, Riley bent to Naomi’s level long enough to say goodbye, before she was heaved into an armoured truck; before she could say – hypocritically – stay out of trouble, be good; before she could hear her sister burst into tears again.
Riley’s story gained renown. After all, a girl whose hand spontaneously combusts into flame is never conventional. Reporters craving a juicy story martyred her when word got out how subdued she became once she heard her little sister call out for her. The efforts to make her a saint only intensified when a journalist shallowly researched her background to hit upon the sheer depth of Riley’s care for Naomi. But it was all useless, because Riley was labeled a rogue dangerous to society, locked away somewhere by officials who made threats wily-nily to Naomi’s life knowing it would control Riley enough for them to poke and prod her to their hearts’ content, and no amount of media press was ever going to get her out.
Naomi worked with the organisation for a while, fully aware that it was nasty business but getting over her qualms about it for the money she and Naomi were dependent on. But then somebody made a mistake, and an ARGO team came to round up members of the rogue organisation they managed to dismantle. They kicked down their way into her room before the eyes of her parents and Naomi. They woke her up abruptly, and when one of them tried to roughly drag her off the bed, she cut him with the dagger she slept beneath her pillow.
Both parties conscious that the other was dangerous, everyone became motionless, except for Naomi who pushed against the back of an officer’s legs, trying to get to Riley. The officer turned at the push, and swung his rifle in such a way that the barrel was aimed at Naomi. Afraid at once of losing her sister, Riley threw the dagger and it cut into the back of the soldier’s neck.
One of the men pinned her to the floor, and while trying to fight him off, Riley’s hand burst into flame, causing him to yowl and fly back. Riley used her hand now aflame to ward them off, and set a man’s ears on fire from a distance. This gave the rest of the team cause to pause, and while Riley thought about jumping out the window as the men all burned at her feet, she heard Naomi whimper, “Make it stop.”
The fight left Riley then, and she was immediately hauled away. Her story gained renown, for the sheer shock factor of Riley’s inflammatory powers, and the selling point that was her love for her sister. Riley however was labeled a rogue dangerous to society, and locked away by officials who made threats wily-nily to Naomi’s life knowing it would control Riley enough for them to poke and prod her to their hearts’ content.
Equipment: Daggers. Lots and lots of daggers. She has a belt to carry rows of them like teeth, but she lost it when she was taken into custody from her home. But she has plans to fashion a new one from scratch if need be.
Powers/Abilities: Knife-handling. Riley can severely injure anyone with a blade in hand, and even out of hand. Her daggers always fly in the trajectory she wants.
She can control flame as well. Fire will burst to life in her palms, or fingertips, or a flammmable object at a reasonable distance - Riley enjoys being able to light candles without having to get up. She can put out a fire if she wills it, and adds in a little of her own fire as well. Her brand of flame is very difficult to put out too. Riley likes to joke that pouring milk over it helps, though the actual trick is to deprive it of oxygen. On a large-scale however that would prove problematic. She can also increase the temperature of her skin to an alarming pitch, so as to scald and give first-degree burns to anyone who tries to grab her. But she can’t sustain too high a temperature for too long; Riley has enzymes too that she doesn’t want denaturing.
Weakness: Mention harm to Naomi, and if she thinks you can make good on that promise, she will suppress herself. (If not, it will only enrage her) Drenching her with water would work well to stop her from committing more arson too, I guess.
Secret Hideout: Old, and rustic, the tree-house stands in the tree-tops, desolate and away from traffic. It used to be an old haunt for vagabonds and the way-less, and it's just right for Riley if she wants to be alone to think, or if she wants to kip a night.
Relationships: None so far with rogues or heroes, but she loves her sister Naomi dearly. She knows a few rogues who carved some names for themselves but ever since being locked away she hasn't heard from them. She has contacts, but they're all far away in her hometown, and distant from the years apart. |
2,030 | 41 | 6 | 893 | 1,256 | Semyaza, having visibly tensed once the sound of martial arts had passed what counted as his ears, took his foot down off the railing and turned to face the humans. "Without its strength sapping magic no cage can contain the Grate General Semyaza. These pathetic human Idols are no match for a true soldier of the Grigori Empire! Escape was inevitable the moment I was released from my cell."
It had been a hell of a 6 years in that cell, an angelic hymn constantly produced by the speakers on the wall. Some days he had been too delirious to even eat. He'd barely had the strength to pick up Mr. Sinister's device. The effort it had taken to press his thumb not once but twice to the device was rivaled only by the metal fortitude it took not to attempt to crush it for the Earthlings insults. Indeed, it was probably only because of how weak he'd been at the time that he was even out of that cage. But now he could again feel dark energy pouring through every muscle, and as he spotted the disabled robot on the floor he felt a sudden urge to use it. How dare a human draw first blood when he had been so wronged, was so much more deserving!? Like hell was he going to allow himself to be outdone!
As a pair of security robot came running toward them he let out a battle growl and threw his arms forward. His arms extended like whips, dark electricity sparking through his fingers even as his hands grasped for the robots. | Name: Semyaza
Alias: General Semyaza, Greatest Warrior of the Grigori Empire
Age: Indeterminate. Aged over 200 years, and then spent a great deal of time sealed in an urn floating through space.
Gender: Definitely masculine.
Species: Grotesque Idol given life via strange alien magic.
Personality: Semyaza was brought to life to do two things: conquer and destroy. This he does in the name of his Queen, whom he was sworn undying loyalty towards. He is an incredibly prideful warrior who is incapable of turning down a challenge, and despite himself has a flair for the dramatic. He is not well versed in anything that does not pertain to battle or destruction and is both literal minded and disturbingly naive. He's still working out how to make decisions for himself now that he doesn't have the Queen to tell him what to do. He considers humans trash to be exterminated, but his loyalty to the Queen is so great that he will throw away his pride and work with them if there's even the slightest chance of reviving her.
History: Semyaza was brought to life in a far off star system by an evil witch named Queen Grigoria and waged a two hundred year war leading her armies of Groteque Idols in an attempt to steal the star systems throne from its rightful ruler, the wise Lord Metatron. In the final moments of the conflict, however, Lord Metatron sacrificed himself to save his people. Sealing himself, Grigoria, and Semyaza into a magic urn and having it cast into space to drift forever among the stars...
WGUF-What Got You Famous: ...until it had the misfortune of slamming into our moon, cracking it and releasing Metatron, Grigoria, and Semyaza. Grigoria immediately set her sights on the nearest planet, resolved to CONQUER EARTH, and began building up her army. The weakened Metatron slipped away, however, falling to Earth and passing the last of his powers to five teenagers so that they might defend their home from this threat. Semyaza would face them personally several times while leading Grigoria's ground troops. The last and most memorable took place in Tokyo, where he was magically grown to a hundred stories high in order to do battle with them and their giant robot. He was struck down, but not killed for fear of the collateral damage should he explode in the densely packed city. A few hours later the spell wore off, he shrunk to regular size, and was carted off by ARGO authorities for imprisonment and study.
Powers/Abilities/Skills/Talents: Semyaza has strength, stamina, and endurance far beyond what any ordinary human can muster. He can survive deep underwater and in a vacuum of space indefinitely. His arms can stretch out like snakes. He can fire a battery of high powered lasers from his eyes, as well as purple lightning out of his hands. Two blades spring out of the gauntlets above his wrists that curve inward and are capable of slicing through nearly anything. His cape can transform into batlike wings that allow him to fly.
In addition he is very interested, after years of watching Queen Grigoria do it, in carving Grotesque Idols of his own and thinks he might have the basic technique down. He just doesn't have the sheer magical force that allowed her to churn them out on a constant basis.
If he dies he explodes into a massive fireball, and is somehow able to speak without having a mouth.
Weakness: Being exposed to religious paraphernalia weakens his powers. Holy symbols, holy places, holy people, even prayer if spoken by a true believer. Anything that gives off "the same wavelength as Metatron's power" is poison to him. A long enough exposure would render him completely helpless.
Secret Hideout: A castle on the moon that he can't currently reach unless he wants to fly all the way there himself. Contains a teleportation pad (broken), a extensive library of magic tomes, a telescope with which to view anyone or anything on Earth, and a workshop for creating Grotesque Idols. The castle now lies in complete ruin from the final battle against Queen Grigoria.
Relationships:
-The Teen Angels: Probably in their twenties by now, come to think of it. A three man, two woman team residing in Los Angeles, California. These teens were given the power to defend the world by Lord Metatron, donning magical armor made from his essence and summoning giant robots when things got hairy. Interestingly, each was of a different religious faith. (Nemesis)
-Queen Grigoria: The leader of the Grigori Empire and an evil witch with phenomenal magical power. Defeated in an epic final battle and resealed in the urn, which is now hidden...somewhere. (Glorious Leader)
-Azazel, Sariel, Ezekiel, Armaros, Baraqel, and Arakiel: Semyaza's direct subordinates, each killed in turn by the Teen Angels. (Dead friends) |
2,031 | 41 | 7 | 637 | 359 | The promised fifteen minutes ticked away, and as the cell door unlocked itself and swung open with a series of metallic clinks, James Falcon rose to his feet, an empty plastic food tray in his hand. Power surged back into his body like a comfortable warmth in his stomach. The ability was a part of him, and it felt so right to have it replaced after being torn away. The first wrong to be righted.
The tray in his hand began to grow, doubling and then tripling in length, width and, most importantly, thickness. What had been flimsy now had enough strength in it to act as a makeshift shield, or so he hoped. Next he turned his attention to the bolt on his cell door, and it shrunk to half of its original dimensions, allowing the man to work it free of the locking mechanism. Once free he grew the small steel rod as he had the tray until it reached the size of a hefty metal bar. If he was going to be treated like a violent criminal by both governments and rogues, he might as well meet their expectations. His improvised tools weren't much, but he felt it prudent to be armed for his dash to the exit.
He peered out through the doorway, scanning the hall. Other prisoners were already out and exalting in their freedom. One had even felled a robotic guard. Looking beyond them to the end of the hallway, he focussed on a spot just near to the shaft and activated his second ability: visual range teleportation. In the blink of an eye, he was standing there, looking into the raging current of wind in front of him. He took a deep breath and stepped forward over the precipice. | Name: James Edward Falcon
Allias: Falcon
Age: 32
Gender: Male
Species: Human
Powers: Falcon can cause objects around him to change size, growing or shrinking into perfect scale replicas of themselves without changing density. A secondary ability allows him to teleport to anywhere he can see.
Appearance: Falcon has narrow grey eyes set above a prominent nose and a slim, clean-shaven face. He keeps his dark hair short, and was typically known to go around in a smartly-tailored business suit and tie. His torso is solidly built though not overly muscular, and his long legs take him to a height of 190 centimetres. (Picture to come)
History: James Falcon came into his abilities as a young man and, seeing that his powers were less well suited to flying though the skyline fighting criminals, he instead entered the world of business. His talent for growth and long-term strategic thinking saw him rise to prominence at a young age.
Because of his belief that superbeings should use their abilities to make the world better, he put much of his wealth funding altruistic projects. He put money into refugee camps and disaster relief, and funded drug research and subsidies where he felt that the government was falling short. As time passed and his business empire grew, his philanthropy also branched out to supporting political campaigns of candidates he felt had good priorities, then to supporting the cases of criminals whose actions he believed were justified, such as those who used dubious methods to expose corruption or exploitation. It was when he was found to be sheltering two of these men in his mansion while police were searching for them that he himself was arrested for obstructing the course of justice and trumped up charges related to his use of financial resources to exert undue influence on politics.
James did not resist his arrest and agreed to stand trial, confident in his assertions that the good he did for the world far outweighed the bad and that others would see that and overlook his breaking the letter of the law for upholding its spirit. He was dead wrong. A number of his political and business rivals piled in on the case, pushing for as harsh a sentence as possible, and he was sent to prison for five years. As a regular prison would be unable to hold him and no suitable facility was near to hand, he was extradited and sent to a secure facility designed to hold the most hardened violent supervillains, the ICF.
Horrified and insulted by this turn of events, he brooded on his anger and frustration, and so the supervillain Falcon was born. The people who had put him here, he decided, were incompetent fools. He had spent a long time plugging holes in a broken system with his own hard work and donations, but to truly help, much more would be required. The whole system needed to be broken down and rebuilt from the ground up, and the people in charge needed to know what they were doing and be able to see it through. People like Falcon. This would be his new mission in life, and arriving in jail, he had plenty of time to plan.
Personality: James Falcon is not an impulsive man. Rather, in all things he prefers a cautious, calculating, strategic approach. To him, knowledge is power and the way to get what one wants is by careful planning and precise execution. He prefers his own company when ruminating on these things and reacts irritably to distraction, though he will happily share his ideas and talk at length at more appropriate times. He is possessed of great determination and drive to reach his goals, and, facilitated by his approach above, has usually been successful. He truly does want to make the world a better place, but this ambition has been twisted by his anger and frustration about the ineffectiveness of government at achieving meaningful changes. He has become proud, vengeful and ruthless.
Strengths: Falcon’s most formidable asset is his strong intellect, which allows him to use his abilities to full effect in a number of situations. This is backed up by his sharp senses and good reflexes.
Weaknesses:
Falcon’s teleportation ability only enables him to move within his line of sight, which limits its usefulness when it’s dark or his vision is otherwise obscured. He can take one other person with him or an equivalent amount of material, but no more.
His size altering powers do not work on himself or any other humans.
He dislikes being thrust into situations without warning, as his best strength comes from planning ahead and being able to control his environment.
Secret Hideout: As mentioned above, Falcon is not from Lochwell City, so he has no current base in the city. What he does have, however, is his emergency Swiss bank account, which he started when he first entered business and has been feeding ever since in case some unforeseen disaster should make the rest of his fortune inaccessible.
Equipment: For now, a prison jumpsuit. But just you wait until he can get out and get creative!
Relationships: James has immense respect for The Chief, a superhero from his hometown who doesn’t just catch criminals, but spends just as much time using his abilities to be helpful to law-abiding people. This is supering done right, in his opinion.
“Superbeings are not bound by the laws of men. We are born with the power to break the laws of nature itself, and are bound to step in and use that power when ordinary systems fail to protect mankind. I spent years trying to prop up the current system and plug its gaps with my powers, never realising that what it was beyond all hope of repair. Similarly, I reject my sentence under your legal code and instead answer to a higher moral law. It now demands that I step in not to uphold civilisation, but to destroy it. I will burn everything down to the bedrock and start over, This time, I will be in charge and I will see things done right.” |
2,032 | 41 | 8 | 1,821 | 1,687 | Had it really been half a year?
Time seemed to be absent in this place. No windows to indicate the cycle of the days. No clocks to hear the rhythmic ticking. No leaving the cell. It was a maddening reality and a probably a hopeless one, too. The only thing that kept Elizabeth Fowler grounded with something resembling hope was to keep track of time. The automated systems put in place made everything easy. Meals were the first and greatest clue, always served twice a day and at the same exact times. But that alone couldn't suffice. It was too easy to forget which meal you were having. Was it breakfast or dinner that you had just consumed? The meals were always the same, too, always cold and lifeless. No, you had to do so much more to keep track of time. The guards' patrols had to be counted as they, too, followed the same robotic rhythm. In between that, she counted the seconds that had passed and constantly drilled herself on the present date. Sleep was an obstacle that was easily overcome by the meal times. And so on, Elizabeth, or Ellie, would live out each day of her captivity counting. She never wasted her time, kindling useless dreams of hope with thoughts of escape. Time was the only relevant thing left at this point.
When Meal #359, slipped through the security door's tray, it was immediately obvious that something was different about it. The same cold proportions and Ellie's daily ration of blood, a very necessary thing for her survival were both arranged in the same, precise manner. The disparity came from a little device that was almost entirely a screen. The meal could wait, whatever the device was it was certainly more important.
... There seemed to be little choice offered, not that it mattered though. A sudden promise of escape was more than enough for Ellie to be finally free of the counting, especially considering the alternative. She wasted no time and pressed the PDA's button for the second message...
The message was halfway through before she realized she should probably being remembering it all. When the message ended, she paced around the room for a few minutes. With the lights out, Ellie could probably sneak out as it was pretty dark allowing her to Shadowmeld for an easy escape. But the lights came back, making the last few minutes of planning worthless. If the lights functioned, Shadowmeld would be useless.
After another few minutes, she had almost forgotten about using her other power, but when she felt that particular thirst, she remembered. Sitting on the tray was still that pint of blood from her meal that she had forgotten all about. Carefully pulling open the paper carton, she took in a deep inhalation before taking a sip of the cold, foul-tasting liquid. Ellie felt a surge pulse through her, wanting more, but she wouldn't give in just yet. The door buzzed and then it loudly unlocked itself. Ellie pushed it open and stepped out into the hallway, and the beginning of a new chapter.
There were others out in the hallway, which stretched off in a circular fashion so that you couldn't see too far in one direction. Who the prisoners were, was irrelevant at the moment. Right now, all of them were probably yearning for that promise of escape. Looking around, Ellie didn't see where she was supposed to go. However, she did see a woman topple a robotic guard and another, some strange alien guy, shoot electricity at two guards. She didn't care about the rest and instead opted to walk casually along the tight corridor, cradling her pint of blood. She probably looked silly carrying a colorless milk carton, but it didn't matter what the others thought. She carried on, stepping past the others until she became the closest to the shaft-thing that the PDA talked about. Scratch that, second closest as a man had managed to teleport over there just now. Every man for himself or herself, it seemed.
Two guards remained and they came charging from the shaft over to the group. Ellie backed up, feinting her helplessness. She stepped behind the other two women present and called out to them. "They look so scary..." Ellie whimpered as she changed her whole demeanor to fit the façade. "I don't think I can help, but, erm... maybe you two can?" She said with an uneasy smile and a nod to encourage the others to take care of the guards. It wasn't so much that Ellie wasn't willing to get her hands dirty, rather she would prefer to save her ability until it was necessary. | Name: Elizabeth “Ellie” Fowler
Alias:
Age: 26
Gender: Female
Species: Human
Personality: At this point, Ellie is pretty hardened, cold, and selfish. There have been brief lapses in her character where she is considerably warmer, or kinder, especially when a matter concerns a small child as she usually isn’t willing to cross a line that may harm something she considers innocent. To further that, she doesn’t like to being called a beast outright. She absolutely hates having a “bad night” and waking up, soaked in blood.
History: Elizabeth Fowler was born and raised as an innocent country girl from the Midwest. Her early life was uneventful but during the summer after her junior year of high school, she came into contact with some creepy stalker figure who managed to get Ellie on her lonesome. But this man wasn’t interested in ransom, sex, or anything that Elizabeth had expected. Instead this man savagely bit into Elizabeth’s neck and after a moment, left her there. She passed out shortly after the man had left but to her horror, she awoke many hours later inside her house, her family dead, in gory fashion, before her. Horrified, she wanted to run seeking help but the sight of their blood… It seemed to occupy her thoughts and any thought of running for help vanished from her mind. Again, she seemed to pass out only to reawake in her bedroom, just like before. Scared at what had just happened, she never went back to that living room, where her family’s body was, and instead leapt through her window and ran.
Years would go by as she tried to repress her powers but she would get these “cravings” for blood, over and over again. She would eventually relapse and the cycle would continue. She feared the idea of handing herself over so she never did, despite the horrific acts she was committing. Eventually, she just started becoming accustomed to it. But one thing continued to plague her thoughts, who was that man that cursed Ellie with this and why only her? She had not infected anyone, and she knew of nobody that had this certain craving like she did, so why was Ellie chosen all those years ago? Whatever the reason, she wanted revenge on that individual and hoped to get it one day.
As security and countermeasures to Rogues increased, Ellie was eventually captured in LA during a particularly “bad night” by AGRO personal. She awoke to find herself in a well-lit cell, designed to prevent self harm or sight of anything outside the cell.
Equipment: There has never really been a need for Ellie to carry equipment. Occasionally she will carry a weapon in order to assist with drawing blood or defending herself. The weapons vary to whatever Ellie can find but they usually are some sort of kitchen knife with a rare exception that she uses a gun.
Powers/Abilities/Skills/Talents:
Bloodlust - This ability allows Ellie to gain an increase in speed and strength but only whenever she encounters human blood. The more blood, and by default gore, there is in her area, the stronger Ellie becomes. Unfortunately, any increase in her Bloodlust ability will be portional to a loss of sanity and control Ellie has. The effects of Bloodlust are temporary but the results can be horrific.
Shadowmeld - A dark alley at night can hide just about anybody from the naked eye, but Ellie’s Shadowmeld takes her concealment a little further. Under a certain light intensity level, Ellie can be hidden from a well trained or supernatural eye (in most cases) and various scanning equipment (infrared, night vision, etc.).
Weakness: Sunlight or artificial light can be a great counter to both of Ellie’s abilities. Direct sunlight severely cripples Ellie’s speed and strength and lessens her gains in those areas, while not lessening her loss of sanity from seeing blood. Shadowmeld is completely nullified in sunlight and pretty much anywhere outside as the light intensity is too high to find a dark enough spot. Artificial light, depending on the light intensity, can slow or harm Ellie, but in a lesser capacity compared to the sun. Street lights and such will have almost zero impact, but a well lit room will have a noticeable impact on Ellie’s performance. Light can be weaponized against Ellie as even the sudden shock of a flashlight beam striking Ellie can briefly stun her. Police forces have taken to using bright UV lights to really counter Ellie.
Secret Hideout: Her apartment was illegally acquired after she killed the previous tenant. It is tucked away in the Bottoms, a pretty poor district but highly prized for it’s discretion.
Relationships: Hates the man from her past, Hates ARGOs |
2,033 | 41 | 9 | 1,617 | 689 | Ek'ork had been living in this cell since he kill that foul human. The man had deserved to die and he brought about his sweet release. Once he arrived here the Nexus was cut off and he was left alone. Everything was so cold and damp, lifeless in his cell, even the poor food that never changed was horrible.
Prison life for Ek'ork was tough. He could not here or feel his own people and he could not feel himself any more, this cell had made him human and he hated it. There were few good things that came out of killing the president; he learnd the human language, lanred about their emotions and culture, and now and understood why he was put in here. His people learn from others by eating their whole being and adding it to the Nexus to make them a better people. If he ever got out his people would learn what a family is, learn love, and gain desires, dreams, and goals.
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Ek'ork was in meditation when his food was dropped in. He waited a moment and then looked over to see that it was an empty tray with a tiny envelope on it. He had to crawl over to it due to his size, onece he opened it he saw that it was what man called a PDA. The thjngs were good for keeping up with the hustle and bustle of their meaningless lives. Once he clicked the button it came to life and the 'Mr. Sinister' started to speak. The tone of the voice sounded like his father and, if this man is anything like his father then he will either be a great ally or a dangerous foe.
Ek'ork accepted his offer, deciding that if this was the only way out then he had to take it. Once his cell shut off for the second time and the doors opened he stepped out and the first thing that hit him was a wave of power. Clutching his head he could feel the Nexus coming back on line and could feel the thoughts and emotions of the little numbers that made up his kingdom.
After the wave stopped water boarding his mind her regained his composure. Looking around he saw some others who Sinister had mentioned he would have to work with to get out. He observed them and watched how the one girl took out the guard and then another creature destroyed two others. He saw one left and it was looking at him. It was the only thing blocking his path to the wind tunnel, that a man was already at. He walked towards the tunnel along the path and when the robot noticed him it charged at him. The robot punched him in the chest and destroy its hand in the process, but it did bring a cracking sound. Ek'ork was confused about this and then he noticed from years of having to crouch he was still hunched over. So he shot a hand through the machines chest and threw it over the rails onto the lower floors. He then began to crack his bones and stretch his muscles. He twisted side to side, he flexed his back and cracked his neck, all to gain his stature back. Once he was done he was standing and his normal domineering height and he felt loose and relaxed for once.
He approached the man already at the tunnel and and stood next to him not saying anything just looking at the air go by feeling its breeze. He stuck his hand into the current and the power was great. Ek'ork was sure it could carry ecen the heaviest of men up to the top.
Looking down to the man next to him, Ek'ork thought to speak. "It is time we leave Sinister did say we are on the clock. He said with a soomth ans silky voice due to him not using it for a long time
.With that he turned around and looked at the others in the room before gesturing to the shaft. | Name: Ek'ork
Alias: The Founder/Eroric (those who cannot say his name call him Eroric)
Age: 345
Gender: Male
Species: Descender
Personality: Ek'ork is a temperamental man. Most of the others of his species are all very respectful of their prince, but the human soon learn that he is quick to snap at any one. Like any prince when he ask for something he expects it no matter what, or there will be sever consequences. When coming to Earth he did not like their customs and traditions at all and had a problem adjusting. His mind is not one so easily conquered. It is vast, unlike humanity who can only use 5-16% of their brain capacity, his people can use up to 60% and it makes them different. They are numb to most human emotions and he does not quiet understand right and wrong just yet.
History: Ek'ork lived as a prince on his home world, it was a dying planet and his people knew that, they understood that it was a dog eat dog world and the royalty had the biggest say in anything. Due to his fathers falling health it was getting close to the crowning ceremony, where the prince eats the father while he dies. In his society the minds of the people are connected by a mind link. Being an all male society, the more dominant males have royal blood in their veins and have better control over the others, acting as the queen bee of the planets hive. While the weaker males have little to know royal blood and are the worker bees.
Ek'ork was next in line to take over the crown , which is know as the nexus. The Nexus is the hub for the mental links, which is why the kings get older and older as the years go on. So the previous king will find another 'proper' male and they would grow an egg using both of their genes.
This is how Ek'ork came to be, his father (mother) was a warrior and fought in the many different wars waged by his people, while his other father (father/the king) has been ruling for 1000 years. He has just reached maturity and was now fit for the crown and just as he finished eating his father alive and accepting the Nexus, his world puffed out its last breath. Everything was falling apart and now as king Ek'ork had made the decision to leave, grabbing his only reaming father and trusted advisers, he left the little red world and watched it explode. HE could feel the instant deaths of millions of his people and it was a pain he will never forget.
They found Earth by accident and thought it was a world easily inhabited. So they landed in secret and soon began to watch the humans before striking. There were only about 250 of his people left and after 5 years of observation they strike. What he did not know was that they had been found out and the humans were ready for him. 3 years of long war later and his population had been dropped down to 65. He called for peace and bought it with advanced technology and money.
After the war he bought he and his people their 'humanity' and American Citizenship he took up home in Lochwell. He was, is, and will be an impatient man so he did not really get human customs and traditions until he ate one. This is how his people relay information form other people. They did not even speak English or any other Earth language until he ate his first human.
WGUF-What Got You Famous: After the war and a few years of living in Lochwell, Ek'ork was called in by the president for a 'check-up' and followed suit. He went ot the white house and met the previous president, an arrogant man who did very many disrespectful looking things to Ek'ork's POV. Growing enraged by the minute Ek'ork finally snapped and ate the man. The first human he every ate was the president of the united states and he did it in a savage manner. Blood and leftover body parts could be seen throughout the Oval Office. He was apprehended on the spot and sent to ICF for permanent incarceration. His people were not reprimanded though and still run his gang on the outside.
Equipment: He has a war suit that he wears during combat.
Powers/Abilities/Skills/Talents:His people are naturally strong in nature, being able to life ten times their weight like ants, they also have their own martial arts system. He was trained by a warrior and bred for combat. His strikes are hard and he can kill anything in 10 different ways or more. He is a hunter and has instincts like one. Due to him having the Nexus his brain usage jumps to 75%. This gives him prime control over his own body. He can control two different things, his density. Making himself as light as a feather, giving him flight, or as heavy and hard as a star, giving him an added punch. Ek'ork can phase through objects as well bye reducing his density to allow him to go through solid objects, or vice versa.
Weakness: Ek'ork is a King of his people, this mean a lot. The Nexus is a heavy burden and even though he will not die for many thousands of years (due to low population) Using the Nexus is a great burden and a last resort. After it gets used he needs time to recover from fatigue, duration depending on how long he has been using. He is not bullet proof by any means, only when he is using the Nexus, but during normal combat he can be shot and cut and broken like anyone else. Also his massive structure is a problem in many cases, small confined spaces are not his forte and he sends people do that for him.
Secret Hideout: The Mothership of his people is hidden some where in the Pacific ocean, but their base of operations and only access point is in a bar owned by him.
Relationships: |
2,034 | 41 | 10 | 1,617 | 689 | Prison AI Craftchenco
Intial Report:
-WARNING-
Hack in process.
Systems over ride
All Cell Block A cells have been unlocked
Power cut to Cell Block A.
Scaning for life; 7 inmates have been released
Prison Riot in progress
ICF Prsion lockdown for Cell Block A in effect.
Threat level: B
-WARNING-
Jerico Flush protocal have iniatated;
Guards are being dispached to subdue the targets and get them back in their cells
Prsion water levels have begun to rise
Floors 100-78 Are now flooded
Floors 77-65 Are now flooded
Threat Level: A
Alerting ARGO HQ
Dispatching distress signal to Vigil Tower.
-WARNING-
Elevator shaft is open possible escape route aquired.
Level S threat now in affect.
Sending remaining grunts to subdue and capture the inmates.
Powering on WARDEN CRAFTCHENCO for lethal combat at the top of Cell Block A.
Threat Level: S
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Red lights start to flash the emergencey lighting and then 2 dozen guards begin to fall in from an unknown place fightimg the remaing inmates on each 'dry' floor before the water rises tonthe floor. The only dry zones are the cells themselves
If you look down you can see the lower levels being filled with the water drowning any who refuse to get back in their cells. Guards fighting any one who is not in their cells. You are on level 52.
While up top in the dome the husking robot that is Craftchenco sits at the wide entrace awaiting the Level S threat. | Name: Ek'ork
Alias: The Founder/Eroric (those who cannot say his name call him Eroric)
Age: 345
Gender: Male
Species: Descender
Personality: Ek'ork is a temperamental man. Most of the others of his species are all very respectful of their prince, but the human soon learn that he is quick to snap at any one. Like any prince when he ask for something he expects it no matter what, or there will be sever consequences. When coming to Earth he did not like their customs and traditions at all and had a problem adjusting. His mind is not one so easily conquered. It is vast, unlike humanity who can only use 5-16% of their brain capacity, his people can use up to 60% and it makes them different. They are numb to most human emotions and he does not quiet understand right and wrong just yet.
History: Ek'ork lived as a prince on his home world, it was a dying planet and his people knew that, they understood that it was a dog eat dog world and the royalty had the biggest say in anything. Due to his fathers falling health it was getting close to the crowning ceremony, where the prince eats the father while he dies. In his society the minds of the people are connected by a mind link. Being an all male society, the more dominant males have royal blood in their veins and have better control over the others, acting as the queen bee of the planets hive. While the weaker males have little to know royal blood and are the worker bees.
Ek'ork was next in line to take over the crown , which is know as the nexus. The Nexus is the hub for the mental links, which is why the kings get older and older as the years go on. So the previous king will find another 'proper' male and they would grow an egg using both of their genes.
This is how Ek'ork came to be, his father (mother) was a warrior and fought in the many different wars waged by his people, while his other father (father/the king) has been ruling for 1000 years. He has just reached maturity and was now fit for the crown and just as he finished eating his father alive and accepting the Nexus, his world puffed out its last breath. Everything was falling apart and now as king Ek'ork had made the decision to leave, grabbing his only reaming father and trusted advisers, he left the little red world and watched it explode. HE could feel the instant deaths of millions of his people and it was a pain he will never forget.
They found Earth by accident and thought it was a world easily inhabited. So they landed in secret and soon began to watch the humans before striking. There were only about 250 of his people left and after 5 years of observation they strike. What he did not know was that they had been found out and the humans were ready for him. 3 years of long war later and his population had been dropped down to 65. He called for peace and bought it with advanced technology and money.
After the war he bought he and his people their 'humanity' and American Citizenship he took up home in Lochwell. He was, is, and will be an impatient man so he did not really get human customs and traditions until he ate one. This is how his people relay information form other people. They did not even speak English or any other Earth language until he ate his first human.
WGUF-What Got You Famous: After the war and a few years of living in Lochwell, Ek'ork was called in by the president for a 'check-up' and followed suit. He went ot the white house and met the previous president, an arrogant man who did very many disrespectful looking things to Ek'ork's POV. Growing enraged by the minute Ek'ork finally snapped and ate the man. The first human he every ate was the president of the united states and he did it in a savage manner. Blood and leftover body parts could be seen throughout the Oval Office. He was apprehended on the spot and sent to ICF for permanent incarceration. His people were not reprimanded though and still run his gang on the outside.
Equipment: He has a war suit that he wears during combat.
Powers/Abilities/Skills/Talents:His people are naturally strong in nature, being able to life ten times their weight like ants, they also have their own martial arts system. He was trained by a warrior and bred for combat. His strikes are hard and he can kill anything in 10 different ways or more. He is a hunter and has instincts like one. Due to him having the Nexus his brain usage jumps to 75%. This gives him prime control over his own body. He can control two different things, his density. Making himself as light as a feather, giving him flight, or as heavy and hard as a star, giving him an added punch. Ek'ork can phase through objects as well bye reducing his density to allow him to go through solid objects, or vice versa.
Weakness: Ek'ork is a King of his people, this mean a lot. The Nexus is a heavy burden and even though he will not die for many thousands of years (due to low population) Using the Nexus is a great burden and a last resort. After it gets used he needs time to recover from fatigue, duration depending on how long he has been using. He is not bullet proof by any means, only when he is using the Nexus, but during normal combat he can be shot and cut and broken like anyone else. Also his massive structure is a problem in many cases, small confined spaces are not his forte and he sends people do that for him.
Secret Hideout: The Mothership of his people is hidden some where in the Pacific ocean, but their base of operations and only access point is in a bar owned by him.
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2,035 | 41 | 11 | 641 | 893 | Others had come out. Many of them already proved to be equally as annoying as the previous. Nihil was disappointed. It seemed that what she had expected to be a group of professional criminals were a group of flamboyant idiots. One of them, a short hard tattooed women told her to 'liven up'. She ignored the suggestion, instead scowling. Another women had addressed her. This one was hiding behind her, begging for her protection. What a blatant lie. Even if it was the truth she wouldn't care. "If you're here escaping with us you aren't defenseless." Was all she said in reply. She was not interested in wasting time with them, she was interested in escape. Before she had let herself be captured because she had given up on her goals, but now with the power of this 'Mr. Sinister' there was some hope that his resources could put her in the reach of Dalton Brook.
All she had to do was play along.
By now more of the robots were descending on them. She didn't care for them. She instead set her sights on the wind tunnel, their escape. It was easy enough to bypass the guards. Below a torrent of water and bodies was rising up. They weren't the only escapees, but it seemed that they were the only ones that Mr. Sinister planned to actually survive. Nihil would waste no more time here. First she leaped, moving at impracticable speed. She landed firmly on the shoulders of one of the robot many new robot guards. The robot attempted to throw her off but she kept her hold. She placed her hands against it's head, grabbing the notched area at the top of its head, giving her a good grasp. She exerted pressure against its shoulders, pulled on it's head, and leaped again while still holding on. The head came of cleanly in her hands. She momentarily examined it, then tossed it aside.
By now she was already at the wind tunnel. She jumped in, letting the gust carry her upwards. | Emma Summers | Nihil
Age: 29
Gender: Female
Species: Human
History: In the year 1986 a new kind of weapon was bred in the wind-swept desert of Afghanistan. The pressure of the Cold War has been on a steady rise, and it soon exploded in conflict. The Russian invasion of Afghanistan created a new warzone for the US to fight a proxy war against communism. Naturally they sided against Russia, supporting the Afghani Mujahideen. This war served as the backdrop of a highly illegal and highly unethical experiment conducted in the dark depths of the US Military-Industrial Complex by a secret group of researchers, unknown to all but a very select number of US Government officials. The question was simple: How does one create the perfect soldier? The first solution was technological: A serum that greatly increased the physical capabilities of a solider, additionally bestowing them with a number of 'super powers' that would aid them in their job. The second was much darker. In science there is an experiment that is considered taboo. Dubbed "The Forbidden Experiment". What would happen to someone if they were deprived of exposure to language of any sort? The researchers designed an evocative experiment: A child deprived of human contact. Taught by machines. Gradually exposed to the world through video and picture. Kept in peak physical condition. Raised by technology to be a soldier that had no regard for human life or their own life, instilled with unflinching obedience. Combined with their newly invented 'super-serum' this child was to be the ultimate soldier. The child had no name, but the researchers gave her a nickname: Nihil. A Latin word best described as meaning 'the absence of anything'. Nothingness.
It was at the age of twelve that Nihil was given her first mission. The Soviet–Afghan War was already over, but the Cold War was still on and researchers were eager to see the fruits of their labor. An operation was called by the general who was privy to the details of the experiment, buried in layers of deniability. The mission was simple: Capture a Soviet outpost. It was a task for a group of highly trained soldiers. Instead a little girl was sent in.
The mission, needless to say, was a success. Nihil proved to be highly capable in combat, and it seemed that all the programming and experimenting had indeed created the perfect soldier. As time went on the US's 'secret soldier' went on more missions, always proving successful against the most unlikely of odds. Every time it was the same: She'd receive her orders, be dropped into the hot zone, carry out her mission, exfiltrate, and then return to isolation, or to the training room connected to her cell, but she still always never saw a single person. The only times she had human contact was through the scope of a rifle. The only voices she heard where the screams of her targets. But something had to give, the shroud of isolation couldn't be kept forever. There was one variable that the researcher's couldn't control: Themselves. They weren't bad people... or maybe they were, but they felt remorse. Some of them were unable to handle the kind of research they were doing. Some were entirely uncaring, seeing Nihil as nothing more than a subject. But almost all of them were quelled by their paycheck. Almost.
One of them faced the ultimate struggle: Love. One of the researchers who spent countless hours observing Nihil came to feel a strange paternal affection for the girl who he had twisted into a soldier. It happened slowly, but it happened nonetheless. One day Nihil was sitting in her cell, as she always had, when something unexpected came through the slit in the door that had always delivered only food: A flower, and a note. The clean, white, sterile, surgical cell, devoid of anything but the basic necessities of life and a computer screen through which she had been educated had suddenly been invaded by a small speck of color. The facility rose in a panic. Their carefully controlled experiment had suddenly been thrown askew. The never anticipated one of their own going so far in mutiny.
Nihil picked up the note, felt the paper. The words which she had only ever seen etched into a computer screen. Researchers scrambled. She couldn't read it, they couldn't let her. It would likely destroy their work. As the mutinous researcher had been carried away, the door to Nihil's cell opened and for the first time she had seen a face on the other side of it. A stern face, a human face, reaching for the note. Suddenly her world had been thrown into question. Thoughts that never came to her, question that she had never come to ask. Who was she? Who were they? What are they? Who are the people she killed? Why did she exist?
Something snapped inside her. She understood that they did something wrong to her, the note made it clear. The girl easily overpowered the researcher, slamming his face against the wall and leaving a bloody smear. Their experiment was over. How could it succeed? No one can stem the very basis of human nature. They had reached too far. The girl they bred for war, of course, had no problem escaping from their confines after that. What was once a sterile research lab was sullied by blood. No one in the research staff, not one of the guards, nor one of the numerous other unholy experiments, not one of the janitors, or the maintenance workers, or the soldiers lived. They had created a monster.
An unfeeling monster that wanted nothing more than to feel.
As she emerged from the depths of the facility she emerged into a unknown environment. She had only ever known desert and mountains and the lab. This place was different. The mountains reached taller, scraping against the sky above. The ground was not sand, but concrete. Around her stood none of the 'Soviets' she had been taught were the enemy. Instead she was surrounded by people. Unfamiliar people. Numerous people, countless people. They stared at her: A teenage girl soaked in blood, carrying a rifle, clothing tattered. One of them called the police. Nihil was already gone, running away into a world she knew very little about.
Soon after that she found herself taken back into the fold of the US Military. Escaping wouldn't be that easy. It had been something they had prepared for. They could track her, of course. But things were different as she returned. She came to learn the name of the general in charge of the experiment: Brook. General Dalton Brook. He, like many of the researchers, came to see that the experiment was a mistake, so he extended an offer to reintegrate her into society with support from to government. The price was simple: Nihil's secrecy. No one would know where she came from. She wanted to know what life was like outside of confinement. She agreed.
She was soon re-educated, placed into an apartment, taught how to live like a 'normal' person. They gave her money. They gave her freedom. They gave her a name, Emma. They even let her join the VA. She was technically still a veteran, after all. But it wasn't enough for her. How could it be? She soon came to recognize what they took from her. What she could never get back. She was still a warrior, no matter what they did. She still couldn't feel like any other person. She still couldn't know what it was like to really be normal. So she disappeared, again. This time she made sure they couldn't follow. She used her powers to escape, again, and never looked back. She also promised herself one thing: She would exact revenge upon General Dalton Brook.
After that she slipped into the criminal underworld. By day she kept on her mask: The mask of a normal person, pretending to feel the emotions she could never feel. By night she was a rouge. Her powers made her a natural fit. She still only knew how to be a soldier. Assassination was her trade. She still felt nothing when she took a life. She felt no remorse. She wanted to hurt the people who hurt her and the people who didn't hurt her. She wouldn't be satisfied until everyone bled. But one thing still kept her sane. One thing kept her from being a psychopath: The memory of the flower and the note she had received from the one person who had loved her. The note she still kept with her. The note no one else would ever see. Part of her wanted to hurt, but part of her wanted to feel. Part of her wanted to discover the emotions she never knew.
As the years went on she felt her life become meaningless. She only lived to live. The feeling still wasn't there. She came to realize he joy that she once thought she felt when she killed was false, engineered by the researchers. She still wanted to kill Dalton Brook, but it seemed unattainable. He was half a world away. She felt trapped. And then one day during her 'late night activities' she was caught by a hero. Captain Power. She could've escaped. It would've been easy with her powers. But she gave up. She let herself get caught. He was confused, but took her in. And that was it. She was sent to prison, buried behind layers of security designed to prevent her escape. She couldn't be stopped. Ironically her powers made escape quite easy for her. But she didn't care. It was just like old times.
"I can leave whenever I want."
Personality: Nihil is devoid of emotion. She strives for it, but it's always out of reach. She's only felt emotion twice: Hatred for the people who authorized the experiments conducted on her, and a small moment of happiness hen she read a letter penned by the only person who has loved her. She is almost entirely apathetic towards existence, only driven by her goal to kill General Dalton Brook. She has no friends, has never tried to make any friends, and is seemingly unable to make friends. How can someone with no emotion have friends? She's entirely confident in her abilities, convinced that nothing can stop her, no matter how incorrect that might be. She rarely speaks, and isn't very easy to work with, instead preferring to operate solo.
Powers/Abilities/Skills/Talents: Nihil's principal talent is mastery with almost all forms of weaponry. She is a highly skilled marksman, able to use a sniper rifle to make shots that no normal human can make. She has a supreme reaction time and can slow her breathing to the point where it is almost impossible to discern if she is actually alive. Her senses are also highly heightened, furthering her skill as a marksman. Her skill with guns is so great that she can shoot the individual blades of a helicopter while they are in motion. She has been trained in the art of 'gun-kata', a form of martial arts that integrates hand to hand techniques with gunplay and the statistical study of a gunfight, allowing her to very accurately predict and then react to the patterns that her enemies will use, making her a very deadly foe against groups of enemies. She is of course, by extension, highly skilled in hand-to-hand combat and swordplay. The serum given to her also has imbued her with more 'super-human' abilities. She is more durable than an average person, able to survive a number of gunshots or a long fall, has strength comparable to a man twice her size. One of her principal abilities is they power to move at speeds that are almost imperceptible, appearing as little more than a blur. Additionally she can jump much higher than the average human, around the height of 20 feet. This allows her supreme mobility, letting dart quickly across the battlefield in a blink of an eye.
Weakness: Nihil's first weakness is her highly heightened senses. Although this at first seems to strictly be an advantage she is prone to sensory overload, extreme smells or loud sounds can have highly adverse effects on her. Additionally it is worth nothing that although she is more durable than the average human, unlike many super humans she is still very susceptible to gunshots or other physical damage. She might be durable, but she is very far from invulnerable. Finally the super-serum has had some adverse effects on her. She is prone to intense migraines, which in the past has not served her well in battle. The serum may have more negatory side-effects that remain unseen.
Secret Hideout: Nihil has no secret hideout, only a shitty apartment,
Relationships: The only feeling Nihil has for any person is the hate she feels for the General. |
2,036 | 41 | 12 | 531 | 3,680 | Rose was a bit behind the others. She had been waiting for someone to help get rid of the circle of salt that she couldn't pass over. Finally some debre from the fight had come and broken the circle allowing her to escape. Rose at this point smiled walking out through the break. A robot guard had come to try and stop her however she was able to grab some of the debris from other robots and pommel the robot with it. At this point she saw quite a bit of a fight going on ahead of her. She took a breath before stepping on the wall and then the ceiling beginning to walk on the ceiling able to avoid some of the robots entirely as they helplessly tried to jump up and grab her only to realize that they were too heavy to jump up at her.
Rose eventually made it to the air tube after passing several of the others. She had her hands behind her back the entire time she was making her way to the tube. She was barefoot as well but this didn't seem to bother her. If any of the guards had been human then Rose would have been able to just eat them, but alas all they had were robots and they tasted terrible. "I really hate robots, their no fun." Rose said as she approached the tube of air where she jumped into it after falling from the ceiling and landing on her feet. If any of the inmates had even heard of the Movie "The Bloody Rose" Then they would not exactly who she was, as she was the subject of that movie. | Name: Rose Grinda
Alias: Bloody Rose
Age: Looks 16 is actually around the age 500 years old
Gender: Female
Species: Witch
Personality: Rose is a very quiet girl for the most part. However when provoked she will start to scream like a banshee and act erratically sometimes walking on the ceilings even. One her favorite ways to lure in pray is start crying to attract attention to herself, then once her victim comes in close enough she executes whatever plan she may have for that person, be it eating them, or making them see their worse night mare. Rose has no actual goal other than to cause misery to everyone she deems a deserving of facing misery.
History: Rose was born in the town of Salem just before the witch trials began. She had a loving family however her mother was later accused of witch craft and burned at the stake. After witnessing this Rose ran into the forest soon getting herself lost. She eventually found a cave that was blocked off with many warning signs.
She went into the cave despite the warning signs seeing it as shelter. As she went deeper into the cave she noticed many different glowing crystals. All of them were glowing red, and seemed to glow brighter when she got closer to them. As Rose went to sleep that night she started to hear voices, many of them offering kind words to her. The voices even taught Rose various things, one of them was what they called “The oath of Joy.” Which was actually a ritual where one paints a symbol onto their hands and stomach then recites a few lines before being possessed in exchange for immense power.
After being possessed Rose returned to Salem now a full blown witch of immense power. She killed those who had wronged her mother, she killed each of them in dark places however that weren’t in the public eye. Some were killed at brothels, others killed in taverns. Once Rose finished her business in Salem she left the town that was now in utter chaos accusing each other of being witches.
Rose continued to live as an urban legend in various places for the next 500 years, showing misery to others who came in her path, and killing and eating those she deemed a threat.
WGUF-What Got You Famous: Rose was made famous through the urban legends of her luring in and terrorizing victims who then spent the rest of their lives in mental institutes. She really became famous however when there was a horror movie made about her that was extremely popular, it was called “The Bloody Rose.”
Powers/Abilities/Skills/Talents: Rose can be torn apart but she will always live through it, however she can be killed through burning her however keeping her still for that is the hard part. Rose also has various magical abilities, one of them being that she can change her body into that of a Creature with a giant mouth that can eat a person in two bites. Rose can make various objects in a room float as long as they are the size of a small lamp. Another power of Rose is illusions as well as levitation.
Weakness: Fire is her most well-known weakness however she has another weakness of being trapped by circles of salt, or just salt in general. Salt prevents her from using her abilities as well.
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2,037 | 41 | 13 | 1,838 | 1,623 | Karate Bastard scowled as he took in the other inmates that were being released. A sniveling woman, some alien thing, another woman who seemed more than capable with her own hands, a woman who had the gall to tell him what to do, others who didn't interest him. Superpowers. They brassed him off. Keith had spent twenty years in hard work developing his abilities, these freaks simply had power handed to them by a quirk of genetics.
He grew even more surly as they eliminated the first handful of guards before he had enough time to adjust to his new surroundings. However, his frown split into a wide grin as more guards began to drop from the ceiling and advance menacingly on him. Finally, a fight worth having. KB remembered his instructions well enough- he had to rattle his dags over to the shaft and move on up. A cracker of a plan. But in his view, it had been too long since he had a right proper punch-up, wouldn't hurt to shake off the rust.
The first of the guard robots lunged at him, glinting purplish in the red emergency lights. Karate Bastard leaped into the air, turning a complete somersault over the head of the guard, landing gracefully behind it. KB took a split second to assume the stance of the dambe boxers of Nigeria, before throwing one of the precise, powerful punches of that particular discipline. A high-pitched and overlong kiai emerged from his lips as his fist tore through the guard's back and emerged from the robot's chest. The robot was unable to feel pain, of course, as KB withdrew his fist from the hole it still turned and attempted to fight him, weakly and slowly swinging a fist. KB smiled in glee as he smashed the palms of both hands simultaneously into the sides of the robot's head- the telefon, to a capoeirista. The metal head collapsed inwards in a shower of sparks, crushed like an empty soda can, as the guard fell to the floor with a resounding clang.
Karate Bastard suddenly felt the cold arms of another guard coming to embrace him from behind, wrapping around him in a bear hug with the intent of physically dragging him back to his cell. Unlikely. "Bit of a dag, aren't ya, mate?" he asked the robot as he grabbed the wrists of both arms and threw himself forwards into yet another largely unnecessary tuck-and-roll. The robot's steel arms tore easily from the sockets, leaving the guard helpless as KB pirouetted and began a vicious escrima two-stick routine on the robot with its own arms. KB was almost disappointed by the small amount of abuse it endured before falling down. "Piece of piss," he commented to no one in particular. "Too bloody easy."
It had been a fun little workout, but KB realized this was the time to make some tracks. Alarms were ringing, which he recalled from the orientation meant floors were being flooded. KB had no intention of drowning.
He stopped only long enough to retrieve his lost shirt. Not to wear, of course, but to quickly tear it into several small strips and wind them together into a serviceable rope. He tied one end to each of the wrists of the severed robot arms, then gave the weapon a few experimental twirls. It would do.
Tucking his improvised nunchaku under his arm, KB ran towards the shaft, where several of the other escaped inmates were already making their way topsides. Some of them might make convenient allies, at least for as long as it took to get out of this prison. Might not be a bad idea to stick close for the time being. Leaping in, he felt the wind whisk him upwards, towards yet another fight.
Things were looking up, for sure. | Name: Keith Blackwell
Alias: Karate Bastard
Age: 36
Gender: Male
Species: Human
Personality: Keith is massively, incredibly arrogant- there's a reason they call him Karate Bastard. He firmly believes that he is the best martial artist in the world, questioning or denying that will drive him into a blind rage. Keith despises the very notion of weakness and will never admit to making a mistake. Not a man who has or wants any friends, though he will make alliances if it suits him.
History: Keith was born into New Zealand's famous and wealthy Blackwell family, known worldwide for their fine wine. Ensconced in an Auckland penthouse, Keith grew up wanting for nothing and continually having his ego fed. His parents, hoping for a well-rounded child, enrolled him in karate classes at age 15. There was nothing special about it to them, it was the same as the piano lessons, cooking classes, and reading program.
But Keith Blackwell quickly discovered he had an innate talent- a genius, really- for fighting. He understood and mastered the techniques intuitively, surpassing the teachers at his local school in a matter of months. Keith begged his parents to use their money to send him to Okinawa, the birthplace of karate, for a real education in the art. And so, at the tender age of sixteen, Keith Blackwell was put on a plane to Naha.
The training was brutal and merciless, but Keith took naturally to it. His ego grew even further as he became capable of even more outrageous feats, sharpening his body to extremes. He learned meditation, traditional medicine, the use of weapons. But the biggest thrill came after two years of study, when an argument with a drunken local escalated into a full-on brawl. Keith killed the man, breaking his neck with a single blow. It was as he was hiding the body that Keith Blackwell experienced a moment of blinding, glorious clarity- he was destined to be the strongest fighter who ever lived. Anyone who died in his quest to achieve that was merely a mark of his quality, a measure of how he had fulfilled his purpose. The vintage on his family's grapes was counted in years, his destiny was counted in the number of skilled opponents he defeated.
Any pity or compassion that was in him was crushed. After the day's rigors at the dojo, he would quietly slip into the red-light district of Naha and participate in underground fights sponsored by the local Yakuza family. When his actions were discovered by the sensei of the dojo, Keith was immediately expelled. He took the expulsion with a surprising amount of grace- he felt limited by karate.
From there, he traveled the world on his parents' money, learning as much as he could about fighting. Wing chun in Hong Kong, vovinam in Vietnam, fencing in Italy, capoeira in Brazil, dambe in Nigeria, hapkido in South Korea, knife combat in the Philippines, lucha libre in Mexico, savate in France- just a small sample of the eighteen years of intensive training in virtually every martial art he could find an instructor for. When Keith felt he had learned what he wanted to, he would typically challenge (and kill) his teacher and their top students. After all, their deaths were the mark of his success. Lately, he has started seeking out fighters specifically to fight them, for the rush of testing his skills.
WGUF-What Got You Famous: Keith's probably endless quest has just brought him to the United States. The idea of fighting superheroes interests him. As a warmup, though, he decided to take on several of the West Coast's better fighters. A boxer in Los Angeles was decapitated by an uppercut from Keith, a dojo owner in San Francisco had his eyes gouged out. Finally, Keith stormed into the ring during a title MMA match in Lochwell and bloodily murdered both fighters- and the referee, and the security guards who tried to stop him, and a guy with an annoying voice. He didn't resist arrest by ARGO- Keith has heard American prisons are pretty tough, there might be a good fight or two in there before he decides to leave.
Equipment: Karate Bastard will use traditional martial arts weapons on occasion, but does not possess any at the moment- ARGO took them all.
Powers/Abilities/Skills/Talents: Keith Blackwell has an innate ability to understand and master martial arts in short order. Twenty years of study in the discipline has given him tremendous skill at fighting. His intensive training has pushed his body well past what would normally be considered human limits- it is possible that he possesses genuine superpowers but that has never been investigated.
In particular, his speed and reflexes are at the peak of human potential. His strength is such that he can lift half a ton without exertion, and his knowledge of striking technique means that he is able to easily ram his bare fist through a brick wall. In addition, he is far more resistant to pain or injury than the average person and heals much more quickly.
Weakness: Due to his tremendous arrogance, KB will rush into things without any kind of plan whatsoever, without considering the odds against him. As he has done little with his life outside of study martial arts, he is socially backwards and has little understanding of modern technology or society. He has no real ability for ranged combat. Despite his increased ability to withstand injury, he is not impervious to it. Bullets, bombs, poison- it might take more of it than usual, but these things can indeed kill him.
Secret Hideout: None- KB only recently arrived in the country.
Relationships: None. |
2,038 | 41 | 14 | 1,576 | 358 | Riley looked down in bemusement at the young-looking girl with black curls, asking for protection - and what was that smell on her breath? It smelled suspiciously coppery. She arched an eyebrow in inquisition, as the grimmer woman who had scowled at her proposition said a few curt words before embarking to leave. Riley turned her grin to the cowering girl then. She had seen the same trick before, done by girls she had known in a past life who wanted some slack. "Sympathy points don't generally pan out well among most Rogues," she offered with a shrug, already beginning to turn on her heel. "Lady's got a point though, don't seem like you're helpless if Mr Sinister handpicked you." Slowly backing away into the battle, Riley flicked her right arm like a whip and felt her grin widen as she felt the familiar warmth tickling away around her palm. With her non-inflammatory hand, she saluted the girl. "Sorry, 'mite. Hit me up some other time when we're not in the middle of a robot war. I'll see you on the other side, pretty sure you're going to make it." With those words flippantly thrown out, Riley turned, and headed for the worst of the clash. Even if the girl didn't, Riley's words wouldn't be held against her. She stole a glance back, before focusing entirely on what lay before her. But no, surely they wouldn't lose anybody at the first stage.
Her right hand aflame and blazing, Riley made a quick dash through the thick of the robots - most of them already engaged in combat - dodging nimbly out of the way when the mechanical whirs darted out to grab her. She managed to make it halfway through when she felt steel talons enclose around her arm. She grunted, and tried to wrench it out, but of course no give. With her right hand, she grabed the thin joint of the robotic limb, and felt cold metal heat up alarmingly. In just seconds, Riley skipped away, and watched as the robot's arm fell apart, melted at the elbow.
She had just made it another few bounds when another robot appeared before her, somehow even meaner-looker than the one before. It reached out once more, but Riley jumped out of its reach, circumventing its outstretched arm to jam her hand between its metal plates. Her fingers splayed out inside, ripping out as many wires as she could find, trying to find something vital and flaring her hand into fire when she did. At once, the robot began to short-circuit and overheat, and it wasn't long before it collapsed in a heap at her feet.
Completely satisfied with her fire, she put it out, and sprinted for the tube she had seen the rest go up. Before a robot could make an eleventh-hour grab for her, she pounced, and felt the billow of air whisk her away. | Name: Riley Pielwood
Alias: NA
Age: 20
Gender: Female
Species: Human
Personality: Snarky and with a love for sharp humour, Riley wouldn’t immediately come across as psychotic to those she meets. Fun-loving and highly appreciative of a few chuckles, Riley makes careless remarks and laughs whenever she will. Though bright and energetic, she hides her claws and filed teeth behind her wide smile, tucked away until her hackles have been raised. Her laughter is bark-like and sharp, as is her bite. She likes teasing people and ribbing them in good fun, but nowhere near as much as she enjoys seeing an expression ranging from dismay to horror to panic to pain unfurl over a face, and knowing she has put it there. She enjoys herself a fair dose of chaos, might instigate it now and then, but she has found that dropping in during the second act isn’t all too bad either. She has an intense weakness for challenges too, and can’t stand being bored, especially if mundane people let her down and fail to fulfill her amusement quota. Sarcasm and sardonicism keep her entertained during lull periods. She doesn’t particularly need to see blood to be satisfied – hasn’t got much of an appetite for it, to be frank – but she will draw it to prove a point if need be. Vindictive, she can get childishly petty and vengeful when she doesn’t get her way. Needless to say, she is not the most mature, but she will do anything for her little sister Naomi.
History:
Riley was born in a rough neighbourhood on the more dingy side of town, to parents who may have loved each other in a previous life but must have ceased all affections somewhere after their honeymoon and before her birth. It was a crumbling union of two unfortunate souls too prideful to separate that Riley witnessed as a toddler, loathed as an child and overlooked as an adolescent. It helped matters none when her mother got pregnant again and Riley got herself a younger sister at nine. Of course, it was left to Riley to look after the thing right after it was weaned. It took all of six months for her to get attached to little Naomi, but once she began to feel warmth uncoiling in her stomach when looking at the ankle-biter’s rosy cheeks and guileless gummy smile, she was stupidly loyal to a baby. By then, she had gotten herself into a few scuffles, though nothing serious. She would return home with bloody knuckles and bruises blooming anywhere imaginable and her baby sister would brush her chubby grasp over the tender spots on Riley’s skin like a whisper. Their parents had never been big on gentle physical touch, and Riley absolutely lived for those moments. She never lost a fight, and came home daily to coo over Naomi as the dull aches slowly pulsed into faded muscle memory.
Their parents slowly spiraled further and further away, eventually becoming so detached and in need of remedy that the dining table was empty more often than not, as they spent their days languishing in numb, alcohol-induced limbos. That however didn’t bother Riley as much as how bone-dry Naomi’s bottle was getting, and when Naomi got a fever Riley was thrown into absolute panic. She considered it a miracle her sister hadn’t gotten sick earlier – the darkened flat hadn’t been feather-brushed in years, much less properly cleaned, and Riley’s cheeks were growing gaunt and hollow to keep Naomi’s plump but almost, it would seem, to no avail. Riley could see it all – the hunger, the pain – diminishing to naught as she perched owlishly by the crib, desperately clinging onto Naomi’s pudgy fist as she screamed and her face turned ruddy and her little voice choked on her own tears.
The next morning in school, a boy passed a mindless comment that sent Riley rocketing off her seat. She was sick with worry, and the boy was a brainy bespectacled thing who deserved all her resentment because he came from a house that wasn’t falling apart and parents with a love as deep as their wallets. He couldn’t even fight her off with his own fists. Instead, he begged her to stop and tried to sweeten the plea with money. Riley almost scoffed, until she realised what he was offering and plucked him off the ground. He meekly handed her five dollars, but a shaking of his shoulders and a snarl in his pasty face raised the sum to a princely fifteen. With that money, Riley was able to buy milk formula for Naomi. Given another two recesses and a whole playground full of potential victims with cushy families, Riley could pay for a trip to the doctor’s. She attracted strange stares in the waiting room, as she cradled a squalling baby in knobby arms and with cheeks smudged as dark as soot, but she glared at the receptionist and nurses and patients who were all just blockades between Naomi and the doctor until they tore their eyes to the ground.
Naomi got better, but Riley continued to bully the kids, until the pantry was stocked up again and Riley herself began to fill out. When she was twelve, upperclassmen who had seen her exploits during recess where the teachers couldn’t see invited her to play truant with them. She surveyed them warily at first, until they mentioned money. By the time Riley was thirteen, she had become a bully outside of the playground, and ran around with a gang of youths who were all older than her but headed in the same direction. Rogues had already started becoming an issue then, and these gangly adolescents with enough tar in their lungs to reline roads and tattoos snaking around their bodies like vices fantasised living lives of obscene wealth, play, and skullduggery.
They got up to mischief on a daily basis; Riley learnt from the smarter ones how to con and deceive and be wily, for the delayed gratification of whipping the carpet out from beneath the feet of the unsuspecting; the brutish ones with a relish for inflicting pain traded their more sadistic skills for Mathematics tuition; she was given a fair share of whatever profits they could loot. Even if the gang was majorly made up of dim bulbs and dull tools, Riley was saving up handsomely, and they made her laugh and lightened her heart even if they lived a story set against the most grim of backgrounds. Plus, her thick-as-thieves associates in malice would have gladly jumped a bullet for Naomi, now at four a cute rascal with a smile to melt even the ringleader’s heart and enough naivety to shame Riley, and she was grateful for any protection they could offer, now that she had gotten herself involved in risky business. But she lived every day laughing and playing with her sister, running around and wreaking havoc around town with teenagers as mad and starved for the intangible as her, and it was a good life to live.
But then it all went wrong when Riley turned seventeen, and had herself upgraded to an organisation which was bad news on a whole new scale. Naomi would ask why Riley didn’t go see their usual friends, and Riley would never tell her that those usual friends were absolutely paltry compared to her new ones. But her new affiliation offered so many more benefits – namely, an income, if she did her job.
But because the one above was too long, I added in this summarised version, because I can understand it would be a pain to read through the whole thing.
Riley was born in a rough neighbourhood on the more dingy side of town, to parents who may have loved each other in a previous life but must have ceased all affections somewhere after their honeymoon and before her birth. She later had a little sister by the name of Naomi at the age of nine, who came to care intensely for. She would often get into fights in school, but always came home to Naomi and for that she was grateful.
Their parents then stopped providing for them, and it worried Riley that Naomi was getting less and less fed. When Naomi got a fever Riley was worried sick, and after beating up a rich boy in school realised she could extort money from her classmates, using what she unjustly earned to buy milk formula for Naomi, pay for her health, and feed the family again.
When she was twelve, she became involved with a gang of youths who were all older than her but filled to the brim in the head with fantasies of being rogues. Riley learnt from the smarter ones how to con and deceive and be wily, for the delayed gratification of whipping the carpet out from beneath the feet of the unsuspecting; the brutish ones with a relish for inflicting pain traded their more sadistic skills for Mathematics tuition; she was given a fair share of whatever profits they could loot. She stayed on because she was earning and learning, and running amok with these people lifted her spirits.
But then it all went wrong when Riley turned seventeen, and had herself upgraded to an organisation which was bad news on a whole new scale. Naomi would ask why Riley didn’t go see their usual friends, and Riley would never tell her that those usual friends were absolutely paltry compared to her new ones. But her new affiliation offered so many more benefits – namely, an income, if she did her job.
What Got You Famous:
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And she did. She did do her job, got herself paid and told to rest on her laurels until something else came along and they called on her duty again. She did her job several times over, and did it well even if it would make her stomach turn. But she overcame her squeamishness quickly enough, and only pursed her lips when she did her job. But somebody else didn’t. Somebody else screwed up, and Riley was awakened one night by Naomi’s screaming, her parents’ shouting, and the door to her room being kicked down.
She was seventeen. A seventeen-year-old girl caught in her bed in nothing but boxers and a singlet, eyes still bleary from sleep and squinting into the spotlight shone on her, as her little sister cried at the doorway, held back by parents who now gave their undivided attention. Perhaps she wasn’t exactly what the ARGO team had been expecting when they crashed into her house on an overnight mission to round-up members of a rogue organisation they had just dismantled, because there was a beat of absolute silence from the officers – armed with impressive weaponry and decked out in bulletproof vests and suits which all looked overdone now – before they started to order her to the ground, voices ricocheting in the cramped room.
When Riley failed to comply, one of them reached forward to roughly drag her off the bed. But it had been a long time since Riley had slept, sure of her safety. Before the officer could even blink, she had dragged the serrated edge of the dagger she kept beneath her pillow into the flesh of his underarm.
Howling, he let her go, falling back and failing his arm so that blood flew everywhere. Pandemonium peaked, and Pandora’s box opened in that room itself as voices exploded and rifles were whipped into the hunter’s crouch, aimed right at her heart. Another soldier tried to advance, and the hand holding the dagger twitched to right beside her ear, ready to be thrown.
Caught in this stalemate, everyone became motionless, except for Naomi who broke free of her parents’ hold to push against the back of an officer’s legs, desperate to get through, crying for Riley even though her entire front was splattered with another man’s blood. The officer turned sharply then, every instinct lit and every nerve strung high, and swung the barrel of his rifle down as he peered at Naomi.
It was aimed right at her sister.
I cannot lose her. With a flick of her wrist that was too easy – so familiar, so simple – Riley threw the dagger. It embedded itself deeply in the chink of armour that had been revealed as the soldier craned his neck downwards. In a spray of blood from the back of his neck, the soldier gave a last sputter and fell.
A body was flung at her, pinning her at once against the floor. Riley landed on her back, the breath flattened out of her. She started to wrestle with the man, scratching at his face and knocking his visor askew, all the while hearing the high-pitched shrieks of Naomi. She made a claw-like shape with her hand, whipping it forth to rake her nails down the man’s face. Unexpectedly, the man yowled anew when tongues of flame licked his face.
His comrades who had scrambled to save the fallen life whirled around to find Riley struggling to her feet, gazing in awe at her right hand now swallowed in fire. She looked up, to see soldiers with eyes full of intent to bring her down, and waved her arm around, a torch that roared with life as she yelled, “Stand back!”
Obstinately, the team advanced, and she flung her hand at them. Fire sprung to life behind a man’s ears, and he scrambled to beat it out. But try as he might he continued to burn. New screams filled the room, and hesitantly the team began to recoil.
There was a window just paces away from where Riley stood. She was just about to leap for it, when she heard Naomi – all screams now dead – whimper, “Make it stop.”
It was enough to strike Riley dumb; that pause was enough for what remained of the force to bring her down and innovatively bag and handcuff her hands. But she remained limp, lifeless, beneath them, hearing on endless repeat Naomi’s plea. Once she was hauled upright to be taken away, Riley bent to Naomi’s level long enough to say goodbye, before she was heaved into an armoured truck; before she could say – hypocritically – stay out of trouble, be good; before she could hear her sister burst into tears again.
Riley’s story gained renown. After all, a girl whose hand spontaneously combusts into flame is never conventional. Reporters craving a juicy story martyred her when word got out how subdued she became once she heard her little sister call out for her. The efforts to make her a saint only intensified when a journalist shallowly researched her background to hit upon the sheer depth of Riley’s care for Naomi. But it was all useless, because Riley was labeled a rogue dangerous to society, locked away somewhere by officials who made threats wily-nily to Naomi’s life knowing it would control Riley enough for them to poke and prod her to their hearts’ content, and no amount of media press was ever going to get her out.
Naomi worked with the organisation for a while, fully aware that it was nasty business but getting over her qualms about it for the money she and Naomi were dependent on. But then somebody made a mistake, and an ARGO team came to round up members of the rogue organisation they managed to dismantle. They kicked down their way into her room before the eyes of her parents and Naomi. They woke her up abruptly, and when one of them tried to roughly drag her off the bed, she cut him with the dagger she slept beneath her pillow.
Both parties conscious that the other was dangerous, everyone became motionless, except for Naomi who pushed against the back of an officer’s legs, trying to get to Riley. The officer turned at the push, and swung his rifle in such a way that the barrel was aimed at Naomi. Afraid at once of losing her sister, Riley threw the dagger and it cut into the back of the soldier’s neck.
One of the men pinned her to the floor, and while trying to fight him off, Riley’s hand burst into flame, causing him to yowl and fly back. Riley used her hand now aflame to ward them off, and set a man’s ears on fire from a distance. This gave the rest of the team cause to pause, and while Riley thought about jumping out the window as the men all burned at her feet, she heard Naomi whimper, “Make it stop.”
The fight left Riley then, and she was immediately hauled away. Her story gained renown, for the sheer shock factor of Riley’s inflammatory powers, and the selling point that was her love for her sister. Riley however was labeled a rogue dangerous to society, and locked away by officials who made threats wily-nily to Naomi’s life knowing it would control Riley enough for them to poke and prod her to their hearts’ content.
Equipment: Daggers. Lots and lots of daggers. She has a belt to carry rows of them like teeth, but she lost it when she was taken into custody from her home. But she has plans to fashion a new one from scratch if need be.
Powers/Abilities: Knife-handling. Riley can severely injure anyone with a blade in hand, and even out of hand. Her daggers always fly in the trajectory she wants.
She can control flame as well. Fire will burst to life in her palms, or fingertips, or a flammmable object at a reasonable distance - Riley enjoys being able to light candles without having to get up. She can put out a fire if she wills it, and adds in a little of her own fire as well. Her brand of flame is very difficult to put out too. Riley likes to joke that pouring milk over it helps, though the actual trick is to deprive it of oxygen. On a large-scale however that would prove problematic. She can also increase the temperature of her skin to an alarming pitch, so as to scald and give first-degree burns to anyone who tries to grab her. But she can’t sustain too high a temperature for too long; Riley has enzymes too that she doesn’t want denaturing.
Weakness: Mention harm to Naomi, and if she thinks you can make good on that promise, she will suppress herself. (If not, it will only enrage her) Drenching her with water would work well to stop her from committing more arson too, I guess.
Secret Hideout: Old, and rustic, the tree-house stands in the tree-tops, desolate and away from traffic. It used to be an old haunt for vagabonds and the way-less, and it's just right for Riley if she wants to be alone to think, or if she wants to kip a night.
Relationships: None so far with rogues or heroes, but she loves her sister Naomi dearly. She knows a few rogues who carved some names for themselves but ever since being locked away she hasn't heard from them. She has contacts, but they're all far away in her hometown, and distant from the years apart. |
2,039 | 41 | 15 | 1,175 | 849 | Nataliya was imagining a vacation in Peru. It would be warm(it was never warm here. The colder she was the slower her metabolism, the less they had to feed her) and she would be very drunk. She couldn't remember the last time she got drunk. Her body just burned it off and then she was in jail. They didn't exactly have happy hour here and no humans to bribe for just a shot of real Russian Vodka. In her Peru she had lots of Russian Vodka, perhaps more than they have in Russia itself. In the real Peru, they were a disgraceful lack of Vodka, something she would rectify when she got out of there.
Speaking of, she watched as her food trey was delivered, before her food was supposed to be delivered. She got up and stalked around the PDA before she grabbed it. She listened to the first message and then decided what the hell. She tapped it again before putting it in her bra and glanced outside her cell.
Nataliya was curious, it's the only reason she accepted. Her brother would have gotten her out sooner or later, or at least transferred to a lower security prison. After all, no one knew the extent of her abilities, not even her. All they know is that she was fast, but fast wasn't enough to keep her here with the lawyers at her disposal. Still, it was interesting and Nataliya was bored. She had a wonderful imagination, it kept for entertained for hours on end but even it had it's limits. Her cell door opened but she waited a few minutes before exiting her cell. She wasn't a fighter, so she waited until she had a clear way to the tubes before taking off, she was there within ten seconds and she went up in the tube to the | Name: Nataliya Naryshkina
Alias: Kotek
Age: 26
Gender: Female
Species: Enhanced human
Personality: Nataliya Naryshkina is manipulative, and adjusts herself to her chosen victim. However if she is in between victims she can be anywhere between a range of sweet and coy, or sarcastic and biting. Depends on how much she likes you. She likes to have a good time, though. She also is obsessed with watching people go insane before they die. She plays games, but she also has the occasional urge just to watch blood spill from their body.
History: Nataliya Naryshkina was born into former Russian royalty and acted the part. Her brother, who is a current high ranking politician in Russian politics, raised her after her mother died at her birth and her father disappeared. She was raised with a silver spoon in her mouth and she acted like it.
At least until she met Henry. Henry was an American scientist, going to a convention in Moscow who literally ran into her as she was making her way towards the hotel to meet her brother for lunch. It wasn't until the next day when they were introduced, since Sergei, Natia's brother, had ties to the company. He was unintentionally charming and Natia couldn't help but fall in love.
She married Henry after dating for two years, when she was 21 years old. She moved to America with him, and got a job within one of her family's companies. It seems like they never left the honeymoon stage and were contemplating having kids.
Until she saw him slipping something into her nightly tea. He claims it was just honey but she dug in a little more. Made some calls, did some digging. It turns out he was developing a prototype that, like a steroid, would make her stronger however it also improved her senses, her metabolism, and made her faster. These changes we also permanent as it was DNA altering. This would have been fine if the drug didn't have the unfortunate side effect of removing her inhibitions and erasing her moral compass.
She wasn't angry but she wasn't going to let him get away with this so she started to poison her husband. It was slow, over several months, but it would slowly denigrate his mind, making him go insane. Eventually he killed himself, and she inherited his fortune, as well as her own. She had her brother set her up so she could quit her job but so she would be wealthy for the rest of her life, both legally and in various offshore accounts.
If she the drug didn't have the lasting affect it did, this would be the end of Natia's story. However, her psychopathic tendencies stayed with her and over the next year and a half she killed thirty people. Men or woman, she didn't discriminate or have a type. The only mistake they made was that they decided to sleep with her. She would administer a poison, using a small injection usually(like how you administer Ricin) so they don't feel it and it would cause their brain to slowly shut down before they became vegetative. Then the fun would begin. Natia liked to see how much blood would pour out until the heart stopped and the blood didn't move. She got up to 2 pints before she was caught. Her capture was simply bad luck, she managed to seduce a superhero with a tolerance for most drugs. She didn't really mind though, she figured every villain has to spend at least a months in jail. She'd get out soon enough anyways.
Powers/Abilities/Skills/Talents: Better senses, better metabolism, stronger, faster
Weakness: She's only human, a taser will put her down or a bullet or anything sharp and pointy. She's also obsessive, if she has a target or a goal, she won't quit until she does it and it's gotten her in a trouble a few times because of that.
It's mostly a hideout, since it's not in her name but rather her brother's who's a Russian politician with lots of lawyers and a lot of ability to keep the police away. However she will occasionally allow others to meet in someone of the more secret rooms. For a price of course.
Relationships: Her brother, a Russian politician, who will not get her out of jail because if she wanted to learn how to be successful, she needed to learn how to be discreet with her urges.
The Russian mob has several families in it she's close to, or at least respect her for her family name and brother. |
2,040 | 41 | 16 | 893 | 1,256 | Feeling his pride duly assuaged as the two robots exploded in his hands Semyaza drew back his arms and turned to face the walkway toward the shaft, by now thick with robots and other prisoners. He glanced down over the side, toward the rapidly rising water. As much as he wanted to stay a while and show these humans the difference between himself and their pathetically weak Idols he really didn't want to swim out of here.
His cape billowed out behind him as though caught up in a sudden windstorm before distorting and hardening. He gave his wings a few practice beats to reacquaint himself with the feeling of them before giving a satisfied grunt before kicking off the ground a souring over the walkway toward the airshaft. His eyes flashed and suddenly he was firing beams of dark energy as he flew, strafing the walkway with laser fire that throws up a trail of explosions in his wake. It looks like a dumb special effect, as though he'd beeen pulled along through the air by wires just ahead of a series of pre-set explosives on the bridge, but the bits and bodies that tumbled off into the drink attested to the effectiveness of his attack. Then he set his wings back and dived into the doorway, rising anew once he was though with another great beat. | Name: Semyaza
Alias: General Semyaza, Greatest Warrior of the Grigori Empire
Age: Indeterminate. Aged over 200 years, and then spent a great deal of time sealed in an urn floating through space.
Gender: Definitely masculine.
Species: Grotesque Idol given life via strange alien magic.
Personality: Semyaza was brought to life to do two things: conquer and destroy. This he does in the name of his Queen, whom he was sworn undying loyalty towards. He is an incredibly prideful warrior who is incapable of turning down a challenge, and despite himself has a flair for the dramatic. He is not well versed in anything that does not pertain to battle or destruction and is both literal minded and disturbingly naive. He's still working out how to make decisions for himself now that he doesn't have the Queen to tell him what to do. He considers humans trash to be exterminated, but his loyalty to the Queen is so great that he will throw away his pride and work with them if there's even the slightest chance of reviving her.
History: Semyaza was brought to life in a far off star system by an evil witch named Queen Grigoria and waged a two hundred year war leading her armies of Groteque Idols in an attempt to steal the star systems throne from its rightful ruler, the wise Lord Metatron. In the final moments of the conflict, however, Lord Metatron sacrificed himself to save his people. Sealing himself, Grigoria, and Semyaza into a magic urn and having it cast into space to drift forever among the stars...
WGUF-What Got You Famous: ...until it had the misfortune of slamming into our moon, cracking it and releasing Metatron, Grigoria, and Semyaza. Grigoria immediately set her sights on the nearest planet, resolved to CONQUER EARTH, and began building up her army. The weakened Metatron slipped away, however, falling to Earth and passing the last of his powers to five teenagers so that they might defend their home from this threat. Semyaza would face them personally several times while leading Grigoria's ground troops. The last and most memorable took place in Tokyo, where he was magically grown to a hundred stories high in order to do battle with them and their giant robot. He was struck down, but not killed for fear of the collateral damage should he explode in the densely packed city. A few hours later the spell wore off, he shrunk to regular size, and was carted off by ARGO authorities for imprisonment and study.
Powers/Abilities/Skills/Talents: Semyaza has strength, stamina, and endurance far beyond what any ordinary human can muster. He can survive deep underwater and in a vacuum of space indefinitely. His arms can stretch out like snakes. He can fire a battery of high powered lasers from his eyes, as well as purple lightning out of his hands. Two blades spring out of the gauntlets above his wrists that curve inward and are capable of slicing through nearly anything. His cape can transform into batlike wings that allow him to fly.
In addition he is very interested, after years of watching Queen Grigoria do it, in carving Grotesque Idols of his own and thinks he might have the basic technique down. He just doesn't have the sheer magical force that allowed her to churn them out on a constant basis.
If he dies he explodes into a massive fireball, and is somehow able to speak without having a mouth.
Weakness: Being exposed to religious paraphernalia weakens his powers. Holy symbols, holy places, holy people, even prayer if spoken by a true believer. Anything that gives off "the same wavelength as Metatron's power" is poison to him. A long enough exposure would render him completely helpless.
Secret Hideout: A castle on the moon that he can't currently reach unless he wants to fly all the way there himself. Contains a teleportation pad (broken), a extensive library of magic tomes, a telescope with which to view anyone or anything on Earth, and a workshop for creating Grotesque Idols. The castle now lies in complete ruin from the final battle against Queen Grigoria.
Relationships:
-The Teen Angels: Probably in their twenties by now, come to think of it. A three man, two woman team residing in Los Angeles, California. These teens were given the power to defend the world by Lord Metatron, donning magical armor made from his essence and summoning giant robots when things got hairy. Interestingly, each was of a different religious faith. (Nemesis)
-Queen Grigoria: The leader of the Grigori Empire and an evil witch with phenomenal magical power. Defeated in an epic final battle and resealed in the urn, which is now hidden...somewhere. (Glorious Leader)
-Azazel, Sariel, Ezekiel, Armaros, Baraqel, and Arakiel: Semyaza's direct subordinates, each killed in turn by the Teen Angels. (Dead friends) |
2,041 | 41 | 17 | 637 | 359 | The wind roared around him as he soared upwards, and the cells, walkways and flashing lights of the lower levels became a blur around him. As water poured into the prison, though, it also hit the bottom of the shaft and was caught up in the current. The air column quickly became an inverted rainstorm, drenching him through his jumpsuit and stinging his eyes as the drops flew past. Nearing the top, he angled his body so that he moved forward and was able to alight on the very edge of the top level.
Before him stretched a colossal dome, what he assumed to be the above-ground portion of the prison structure. It was almost entirely empty, just bare steel walls webbed with support girders and lit by bulbs hung from the ceiling by wires. Each was contained within its own small reflectorised dome, so the floor was covered by patched of stark brilliance spread through deep blue shadows. The upside-down waterfall behind him was beginning to spray fluid out across the floor, where it formed puddles that glimmered faintly in the specked light.
The only other things in the room were a barred door at the far end and the metallic colossus rising from the centre of the floor. The warden was humanoid, but in an exaggerated fashion. The tower of dark mental and sharp edges was topped by a tiny head and glowing, beady eyes that scanned the room with malice. He could see the faint blue glow of the powerpack mentioned in the PDA shining from within the thing's chest, but it was obviously well protected. The thing rose and swivelled towards him, whirring as it did so. Falcon raised his tray-shield uncertainly. He was no fighter himself, but surely some of the others coming up behind him would be. The one who had spoken at the bottom of the shaft, for instance, looked as if he knew what he was doing. | Name: James Edward Falcon
Allias: Falcon
Age: 32
Gender: Male
Species: Human
Powers: Falcon can cause objects around him to change size, growing or shrinking into perfect scale replicas of themselves without changing density. A secondary ability allows him to teleport to anywhere he can see.
Appearance: Falcon has narrow grey eyes set above a prominent nose and a slim, clean-shaven face. He keeps his dark hair short, and was typically known to go around in a smartly-tailored business suit and tie. His torso is solidly built though not overly muscular, and his long legs take him to a height of 190 centimetres. (Picture to come)
History: James Falcon came into his abilities as a young man and, seeing that his powers were less well suited to flying though the skyline fighting criminals, he instead entered the world of business. His talent for growth and long-term strategic thinking saw him rise to prominence at a young age.
Because of his belief that superbeings should use their abilities to make the world better, he put much of his wealth funding altruistic projects. He put money into refugee camps and disaster relief, and funded drug research and subsidies where he felt that the government was falling short. As time passed and his business empire grew, his philanthropy also branched out to supporting political campaigns of candidates he felt had good priorities, then to supporting the cases of criminals whose actions he believed were justified, such as those who used dubious methods to expose corruption or exploitation. It was when he was found to be sheltering two of these men in his mansion while police were searching for them that he himself was arrested for obstructing the course of justice and trumped up charges related to his use of financial resources to exert undue influence on politics.
James did not resist his arrest and agreed to stand trial, confident in his assertions that the good he did for the world far outweighed the bad and that others would see that and overlook his breaking the letter of the law for upholding its spirit. He was dead wrong. A number of his political and business rivals piled in on the case, pushing for as harsh a sentence as possible, and he was sent to prison for five years. As a regular prison would be unable to hold him and no suitable facility was near to hand, he was extradited and sent to a secure facility designed to hold the most hardened violent supervillains, the ICF.
Horrified and insulted by this turn of events, he brooded on his anger and frustration, and so the supervillain Falcon was born. The people who had put him here, he decided, were incompetent fools. He had spent a long time plugging holes in a broken system with his own hard work and donations, but to truly help, much more would be required. The whole system needed to be broken down and rebuilt from the ground up, and the people in charge needed to know what they were doing and be able to see it through. People like Falcon. This would be his new mission in life, and arriving in jail, he had plenty of time to plan.
Personality: James Falcon is not an impulsive man. Rather, in all things he prefers a cautious, calculating, strategic approach. To him, knowledge is power and the way to get what one wants is by careful planning and precise execution. He prefers his own company when ruminating on these things and reacts irritably to distraction, though he will happily share his ideas and talk at length at more appropriate times. He is possessed of great determination and drive to reach his goals, and, facilitated by his approach above, has usually been successful. He truly does want to make the world a better place, but this ambition has been twisted by his anger and frustration about the ineffectiveness of government at achieving meaningful changes. He has become proud, vengeful and ruthless.
Strengths: Falcon’s most formidable asset is his strong intellect, which allows him to use his abilities to full effect in a number of situations. This is backed up by his sharp senses and good reflexes.
Weaknesses:
Falcon’s teleportation ability only enables him to move within his line of sight, which limits its usefulness when it’s dark or his vision is otherwise obscured. He can take one other person with him or an equivalent amount of material, but no more.
His size altering powers do not work on himself or any other humans.
He dislikes being thrust into situations without warning, as his best strength comes from planning ahead and being able to control his environment.
Secret Hideout: As mentioned above, Falcon is not from Lochwell City, so he has no current base in the city. What he does have, however, is his emergency Swiss bank account, which he started when he first entered business and has been feeding ever since in case some unforeseen disaster should make the rest of his fortune inaccessible.
Equipment: For now, a prison jumpsuit. But just you wait until he can get out and get creative!
Relationships: James has immense respect for The Chief, a superhero from his hometown who doesn’t just catch criminals, but spends just as much time using his abilities to be helpful to law-abiding people. This is supering done right, in his opinion.
“Superbeings are not bound by the laws of men. We are born with the power to break the laws of nature itself, and are bound to step in and use that power when ordinary systems fail to protect mankind. I spent years trying to prop up the current system and plug its gaps with my powers, never realising that what it was beyond all hope of repair. Similarly, I reject my sentence under your legal code and instead answer to a higher moral law. It now demands that I step in not to uphold civilisation, but to destroy it. I will burn everything down to the bedrock and start over, This time, I will be in charge and I will see things done right.” |
2,042 | 41 | 18 | 1,617 | 689 | The dome was dark and damp. The only light coming from dim flood lights and the entrance. In the middle of the entrance was Craftchenco. He was on stand-by mode waiting for the inmates trying to escape. He had already anticipated that the 7 in the tunnel would be coming his way. The Vigil Watchmen are about 30 mins out so he only had to hold out until then. But he thought that he could handle this weak group.
The Warden powered on and began to check all his systems and functions. He had information on each of these rogues and was ready for the fight.
"So you made it this far, I am impressed. It has been a long time since I have had a true challenge. Please give me something to do,I think I am starting to rust. HA HA HA!!!!!!" Craftchenco said with a thick, robotic, Russian accent.
He looks at the group and the release the electronic whips and lets them fall to the floor. He then activates his shield and looks at the group.
"TIME FOR FUN LITTLE ROGUES!!!" Craftchenco said with a shot of a foam capsule from his back. The foam covers the elevator shaft cutting off the only other exit in the dome. He then charges at the group of rogues with his jet packs and and swings at them with his whips. | Name: Ek'ork
Alias: The Founder/Eroric (those who cannot say his name call him Eroric)
Age: 345
Gender: Male
Species: Descender
Personality: Ek'ork is a temperamental man. Most of the others of his species are all very respectful of their prince, but the human soon learn that he is quick to snap at any one. Like any prince when he ask for something he expects it no matter what, or there will be sever consequences. When coming to Earth he did not like their customs and traditions at all and had a problem adjusting. His mind is not one so easily conquered. It is vast, unlike humanity who can only use 5-16% of their brain capacity, his people can use up to 60% and it makes them different. They are numb to most human emotions and he does not quiet understand right and wrong just yet.
History: Ek'ork lived as a prince on his home world, it was a dying planet and his people knew that, they understood that it was a dog eat dog world and the royalty had the biggest say in anything. Due to his fathers falling health it was getting close to the crowning ceremony, where the prince eats the father while he dies. In his society the minds of the people are connected by a mind link. Being an all male society, the more dominant males have royal blood in their veins and have better control over the others, acting as the queen bee of the planets hive. While the weaker males have little to know royal blood and are the worker bees.
Ek'ork was next in line to take over the crown , which is know as the nexus. The Nexus is the hub for the mental links, which is why the kings get older and older as the years go on. So the previous king will find another 'proper' male and they would grow an egg using both of their genes.
This is how Ek'ork came to be, his father (mother) was a warrior and fought in the many different wars waged by his people, while his other father (father/the king) has been ruling for 1000 years. He has just reached maturity and was now fit for the crown and just as he finished eating his father alive and accepting the Nexus, his world puffed out its last breath. Everything was falling apart and now as king Ek'ork had made the decision to leave, grabbing his only reaming father and trusted advisers, he left the little red world and watched it explode. HE could feel the instant deaths of millions of his people and it was a pain he will never forget.
They found Earth by accident and thought it was a world easily inhabited. So they landed in secret and soon began to watch the humans before striking. There were only about 250 of his people left and after 5 years of observation they strike. What he did not know was that they had been found out and the humans were ready for him. 3 years of long war later and his population had been dropped down to 65. He called for peace and bought it with advanced technology and money.
After the war he bought he and his people their 'humanity' and American Citizenship he took up home in Lochwell. He was, is, and will be an impatient man so he did not really get human customs and traditions until he ate one. This is how his people relay information form other people. They did not even speak English or any other Earth language until he ate his first human.
WGUF-What Got You Famous: After the war and a few years of living in Lochwell, Ek'ork was called in by the president for a 'check-up' and followed suit. He went ot the white house and met the previous president, an arrogant man who did very many disrespectful looking things to Ek'ork's POV. Growing enraged by the minute Ek'ork finally snapped and ate the man. The first human he every ate was the president of the united states and he did it in a savage manner. Blood and leftover body parts could be seen throughout the Oval Office. He was apprehended on the spot and sent to ICF for permanent incarceration. His people were not reprimanded though and still run his gang on the outside.
Equipment: He has a war suit that he wears during combat.
Powers/Abilities/Skills/Talents:His people are naturally strong in nature, being able to life ten times their weight like ants, they also have their own martial arts system. He was trained by a warrior and bred for combat. His strikes are hard and he can kill anything in 10 different ways or more. He is a hunter and has instincts like one. Due to him having the Nexus his brain usage jumps to 75%. This gives him prime control over his own body. He can control two different things, his density. Making himself as light as a feather, giving him flight, or as heavy and hard as a star, giving him an added punch. Ek'ork can phase through objects as well bye reducing his density to allow him to go through solid objects, or vice versa.
Weakness: Ek'ork is a King of his people, this mean a lot. The Nexus is a heavy burden and even though he will not die for many thousands of years (due to low population) Using the Nexus is a great burden and a last resort. After it gets used he needs time to recover from fatigue, duration depending on how long he has been using. He is not bullet proof by any means, only when he is using the Nexus, but during normal combat he can be shot and cut and broken like anyone else. Also his massive structure is a problem in many cases, small confined spaces are not his forte and he sends people do that for him.
Secret Hideout: The Mothership of his people is hidden some where in the Pacific ocean, but their base of operations and only access point is in a bar owned by him.
Relationships: |
2,043 | 41 | 19 | 531 | 3,680 | Rose entered the room only to see the others and what appeared to be their foe. He looked very intimidating with his whips. He said something about being bored though. He seemed awfully excited for a robot, of course this only meant that the fun was yet to come. If this thing had emotions, then she could fight against it. She took a step ahead of the others with a smile on her face. She put a hand to her mouth and started to giggle a bit.
"Seven on one is a little unfair isn't it?" Rose said smirk. Her eyes glowed bright red as her body changed to that of her other more physically powerful Form. She then charged right at him avoiding the whips and attempting to grab him to hold of his him in a bear hug. She knew she couldn't kill him on her own, but she could at least hold him for the others. | Name: Rose Grinda
Alias: Bloody Rose
Age: Looks 16 is actually around the age 500 years old
Gender: Female
Species: Witch
Personality: Rose is a very quiet girl for the most part. However when provoked she will start to scream like a banshee and act erratically sometimes walking on the ceilings even. One her favorite ways to lure in pray is start crying to attract attention to herself, then once her victim comes in close enough she executes whatever plan she may have for that person, be it eating them, or making them see their worse night mare. Rose has no actual goal other than to cause misery to everyone she deems a deserving of facing misery.
History: Rose was born in the town of Salem just before the witch trials began. She had a loving family however her mother was later accused of witch craft and burned at the stake. After witnessing this Rose ran into the forest soon getting herself lost. She eventually found a cave that was blocked off with many warning signs.
She went into the cave despite the warning signs seeing it as shelter. As she went deeper into the cave she noticed many different glowing crystals. All of them were glowing red, and seemed to glow brighter when she got closer to them. As Rose went to sleep that night she started to hear voices, many of them offering kind words to her. The voices even taught Rose various things, one of them was what they called “The oath of Joy.” Which was actually a ritual where one paints a symbol onto their hands and stomach then recites a few lines before being possessed in exchange for immense power.
After being possessed Rose returned to Salem now a full blown witch of immense power. She killed those who had wronged her mother, she killed each of them in dark places however that weren’t in the public eye. Some were killed at brothels, others killed in taverns. Once Rose finished her business in Salem she left the town that was now in utter chaos accusing each other of being witches.
Rose continued to live as an urban legend in various places for the next 500 years, showing misery to others who came in her path, and killing and eating those she deemed a threat.
WGUF-What Got You Famous: Rose was made famous through the urban legends of her luring in and terrorizing victims who then spent the rest of their lives in mental institutes. She really became famous however when there was a horror movie made about her that was extremely popular, it was called “The Bloody Rose.”
Powers/Abilities/Skills/Talents: Rose can be torn apart but she will always live through it, however she can be killed through burning her however keeping her still for that is the hard part. Rose also has various magical abilities, one of them being that she can change her body into that of a Creature with a giant mouth that can eat a person in two bites. Rose can make various objects in a room float as long as they are the size of a small lamp. Another power of Rose is illusions as well as levitation.
Weakness: Fire is her most well-known weakness however she has another weakness of being trapped by circles of salt, or just salt in general. Salt prevents her from using her abilities as well.
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2,044 | 41 | 20 | 637 | 359 | Hell's flames, that was a terrifying robot. A suspiciously human one too, what with its apparent sense of humour and the relish it seemed to take in its job. Some AI engineer somewhere in the world deserved a raise, he thought.
Back in the real world where said robot was trying to kill him, there were way better things to be thinking about right now. Falcon stayed back with the other rogues, watching the robot warily, his improvised shield still raised. That machine just radiated power, and he sure as anything wasn't going to charge it. That wasn't to say he couldn't attack it though. He just needed to be subtle.
A machine like that would have a lot of moving parts all working perfectly in concert to allow such deadly precision, not to mention how complex its electronic systems would have to be. An interruption of any of those delicate systems could affect the robot's performance if he did it right.
The robot took a step forward, and as it moved he got a look at gears turning in its knee joint. He selected one of these and grew it slightly. The cog now pressed tightly against the ones around it altering their alignments as well. If too much strain was put on that joint, they could easily lock up or break entirely if the robot put to much power through that leg. His next target was a cable underneath the colossus's upper arm. He shrank it a little, so that the shortened support wouldn't allow the whip arm to extend fully. It would grate to a halt a few inches short, still bent slightly. He hoped that that could throw off its attacks slightly. It was small, but anything that heightened his chances of escaping that weapon was worth the effort.
Growing bolder now, he reached out to the robot's launchers and guns. He shrank their barrels slightly. The changes were tiny, barely a couple of millimetres difference in their diameters, but if his knowledge of ballistics held, the narrowed rifling would be enough to stop any bullets and jam them within the barrel.
One of the other rogues (he assumes that was what the thing was, his eyes had been on the robot) charged the beast, so Falcon took a slight breather to see if his work had been effective. He doubted that the robot would have noticed, but if it did, then it might only be when it was too late and it had overreached itself. | Name: James Edward Falcon
Allias: Falcon
Age: 32
Gender: Male
Species: Human
Powers: Falcon can cause objects around him to change size, growing or shrinking into perfect scale replicas of themselves without changing density. A secondary ability allows him to teleport to anywhere he can see.
Appearance: Falcon has narrow grey eyes set above a prominent nose and a slim, clean-shaven face. He keeps his dark hair short, and was typically known to go around in a smartly-tailored business suit and tie. His torso is solidly built though not overly muscular, and his long legs take him to a height of 190 centimetres. (Picture to come)
History: James Falcon came into his abilities as a young man and, seeing that his powers were less well suited to flying though the skyline fighting criminals, he instead entered the world of business. His talent for growth and long-term strategic thinking saw him rise to prominence at a young age.
Because of his belief that superbeings should use their abilities to make the world better, he put much of his wealth funding altruistic projects. He put money into refugee camps and disaster relief, and funded drug research and subsidies where he felt that the government was falling short. As time passed and his business empire grew, his philanthropy also branched out to supporting political campaigns of candidates he felt had good priorities, then to supporting the cases of criminals whose actions he believed were justified, such as those who used dubious methods to expose corruption or exploitation. It was when he was found to be sheltering two of these men in his mansion while police were searching for them that he himself was arrested for obstructing the course of justice and trumped up charges related to his use of financial resources to exert undue influence on politics.
James did not resist his arrest and agreed to stand trial, confident in his assertions that the good he did for the world far outweighed the bad and that others would see that and overlook his breaking the letter of the law for upholding its spirit. He was dead wrong. A number of his political and business rivals piled in on the case, pushing for as harsh a sentence as possible, and he was sent to prison for five years. As a regular prison would be unable to hold him and no suitable facility was near to hand, he was extradited and sent to a secure facility designed to hold the most hardened violent supervillains, the ICF.
Horrified and insulted by this turn of events, he brooded on his anger and frustration, and so the supervillain Falcon was born. The people who had put him here, he decided, were incompetent fools. He had spent a long time plugging holes in a broken system with his own hard work and donations, but to truly help, much more would be required. The whole system needed to be broken down and rebuilt from the ground up, and the people in charge needed to know what they were doing and be able to see it through. People like Falcon. This would be his new mission in life, and arriving in jail, he had plenty of time to plan.
Personality: James Falcon is not an impulsive man. Rather, in all things he prefers a cautious, calculating, strategic approach. To him, knowledge is power and the way to get what one wants is by careful planning and precise execution. He prefers his own company when ruminating on these things and reacts irritably to distraction, though he will happily share his ideas and talk at length at more appropriate times. He is possessed of great determination and drive to reach his goals, and, facilitated by his approach above, has usually been successful. He truly does want to make the world a better place, but this ambition has been twisted by his anger and frustration about the ineffectiveness of government at achieving meaningful changes. He has become proud, vengeful and ruthless.
Strengths: Falcon’s most formidable asset is his strong intellect, which allows him to use his abilities to full effect in a number of situations. This is backed up by his sharp senses and good reflexes.
Weaknesses:
Falcon’s teleportation ability only enables him to move within his line of sight, which limits its usefulness when it’s dark or his vision is otherwise obscured. He can take one other person with him or an equivalent amount of material, but no more.
His size altering powers do not work on himself or any other humans.
He dislikes being thrust into situations without warning, as his best strength comes from planning ahead and being able to control his environment.
Secret Hideout: As mentioned above, Falcon is not from Lochwell City, so he has no current base in the city. What he does have, however, is his emergency Swiss bank account, which he started when he first entered business and has been feeding ever since in case some unforeseen disaster should make the rest of his fortune inaccessible.
Equipment: For now, a prison jumpsuit. But just you wait until he can get out and get creative!
Relationships: James has immense respect for The Chief, a superhero from his hometown who doesn’t just catch criminals, but spends just as much time using his abilities to be helpful to law-abiding people. This is supering done right, in his opinion.
“Superbeings are not bound by the laws of men. We are born with the power to break the laws of nature itself, and are bound to step in and use that power when ordinary systems fail to protect mankind. I spent years trying to prop up the current system and plug its gaps with my powers, never realising that what it was beyond all hope of repair. Similarly, I reject my sentence under your legal code and instead answer to a higher moral law. It now demands that I step in not to uphold civilisation, but to destroy it. I will burn everything down to the bedrock and start over, This time, I will be in charge and I will see things done right.” |
2,045 | 41 | 21 | 1,838 | 1,623 | So, only seven of them had made it out. Now that the shaft had been sealed off and the lower floors were being flooded, it seemed like that would be the entirety of the jailbreak. Now, it was just a matter of getting past the Warden, another fucking drongo robot. Were real people just too expensive or something? KB shook his head. This monstrosity was all that stood between him and freedom.
The young lady had suddenly turned into a hulking horned beast and was now grappling with the Warden. Although KB was no strategic planner, he had been in enough fights to think clearly and calmly about his opponent's weaknesses. Deceit and analysis were vital skills. The other man, who looked kinda like that one millionaire who had been all over the news for some reason, seemed to be doing something to the robot, though what it was didn't seem immediately apparent. Some kind of hex, maybe.
A robot that big and heavily armored had to be very heavy. That meant strain on the joints, which had to accommodate this massive weight. As the two behemoths wrestled, Karate Bastard rushed forwards with a scream, nimbly dodging a thrashing whip and whirling the nunchaku he had improvised from the arms of one of the guards. With that, he launched a lightning fast flurry of strikes with his weapon, aiming primarily for the Warden's knees and ankles. If he could get the metal beast to fall or even stumble, it would allow the others to pile on and reduce the fucker to a pile of secondhand scrap. Assuming the others were any damn good. If not, Karate Bastard figured he would do all of the work himself, as he usually did. | Name: Keith Blackwell
Alias: Karate Bastard
Age: 36
Gender: Male
Species: Human
Personality: Keith is massively, incredibly arrogant- there's a reason they call him Karate Bastard. He firmly believes that he is the best martial artist in the world, questioning or denying that will drive him into a blind rage. Keith despises the very notion of weakness and will never admit to making a mistake. Not a man who has or wants any friends, though he will make alliances if it suits him.
History: Keith was born into New Zealand's famous and wealthy Blackwell family, known worldwide for their fine wine. Ensconced in an Auckland penthouse, Keith grew up wanting for nothing and continually having his ego fed. His parents, hoping for a well-rounded child, enrolled him in karate classes at age 15. There was nothing special about it to them, it was the same as the piano lessons, cooking classes, and reading program.
But Keith Blackwell quickly discovered he had an innate talent- a genius, really- for fighting. He understood and mastered the techniques intuitively, surpassing the teachers at his local school in a matter of months. Keith begged his parents to use their money to send him to Okinawa, the birthplace of karate, for a real education in the art. And so, at the tender age of sixteen, Keith Blackwell was put on a plane to Naha.
The training was brutal and merciless, but Keith took naturally to it. His ego grew even further as he became capable of even more outrageous feats, sharpening his body to extremes. He learned meditation, traditional medicine, the use of weapons. But the biggest thrill came after two years of study, when an argument with a drunken local escalated into a full-on brawl. Keith killed the man, breaking his neck with a single blow. It was as he was hiding the body that Keith Blackwell experienced a moment of blinding, glorious clarity- he was destined to be the strongest fighter who ever lived. Anyone who died in his quest to achieve that was merely a mark of his quality, a measure of how he had fulfilled his purpose. The vintage on his family's grapes was counted in years, his destiny was counted in the number of skilled opponents he defeated.
Any pity or compassion that was in him was crushed. After the day's rigors at the dojo, he would quietly slip into the red-light district of Naha and participate in underground fights sponsored by the local Yakuza family. When his actions were discovered by the sensei of the dojo, Keith was immediately expelled. He took the expulsion with a surprising amount of grace- he felt limited by karate.
From there, he traveled the world on his parents' money, learning as much as he could about fighting. Wing chun in Hong Kong, vovinam in Vietnam, fencing in Italy, capoeira in Brazil, dambe in Nigeria, hapkido in South Korea, knife combat in the Philippines, lucha libre in Mexico, savate in France- just a small sample of the eighteen years of intensive training in virtually every martial art he could find an instructor for. When Keith felt he had learned what he wanted to, he would typically challenge (and kill) his teacher and their top students. After all, their deaths were the mark of his success. Lately, he has started seeking out fighters specifically to fight them, for the rush of testing his skills.
WGUF-What Got You Famous: Keith's probably endless quest has just brought him to the United States. The idea of fighting superheroes interests him. As a warmup, though, he decided to take on several of the West Coast's better fighters. A boxer in Los Angeles was decapitated by an uppercut from Keith, a dojo owner in San Francisco had his eyes gouged out. Finally, Keith stormed into the ring during a title MMA match in Lochwell and bloodily murdered both fighters- and the referee, and the security guards who tried to stop him, and a guy with an annoying voice. He didn't resist arrest by ARGO- Keith has heard American prisons are pretty tough, there might be a good fight or two in there before he decides to leave.
Equipment: Karate Bastard will use traditional martial arts weapons on occasion, but does not possess any at the moment- ARGO took them all.
Powers/Abilities/Skills/Talents: Keith Blackwell has an innate ability to understand and master martial arts in short order. Twenty years of study in the discipline has given him tremendous skill at fighting. His intensive training has pushed his body well past what would normally be considered human limits- it is possible that he possesses genuine superpowers but that has never been investigated.
In particular, his speed and reflexes are at the peak of human potential. His strength is such that he can lift half a ton without exertion, and his knowledge of striking technique means that he is able to easily ram his bare fist through a brick wall. In addition, he is far more resistant to pain or injury than the average person and heals much more quickly.
Weakness: Due to his tremendous arrogance, KB will rush into things without any kind of plan whatsoever, without considering the odds against him. As he has done little with his life outside of study martial arts, he is socially backwards and has little understanding of modern technology or society. He has no real ability for ranged combat. Despite his increased ability to withstand injury, he is not impervious to it. Bullets, bombs, poison- it might take more of it than usual, but these things can indeed kill him.
Secret Hideout: None- KB only recently arrived in the country.
Relationships: None. |
2,046 | 41 | 22 | 893 | 1,256 | When the large metal beast swung its whips at them Semyaza beat his wings again and shot up toward the roof. As one of the humans became something else altogether and began to body the robot and another flailed uselessly at the legs he decided to get right to the head of the problem. Swooping downward, he threw out his arms as crackling arcs of dark energy jumped between his fingers. As he neared the head the energy leaped from his hands toward the robots head. | Name: Semyaza
Alias: General Semyaza, Greatest Warrior of the Grigori Empire
Age: Indeterminate. Aged over 200 years, and then spent a great deal of time sealed in an urn floating through space.
Gender: Definitely masculine.
Species: Grotesque Idol given life via strange alien magic.
Personality: Semyaza was brought to life to do two things: conquer and destroy. This he does in the name of his Queen, whom he was sworn undying loyalty towards. He is an incredibly prideful warrior who is incapable of turning down a challenge, and despite himself has a flair for the dramatic. He is not well versed in anything that does not pertain to battle or destruction and is both literal minded and disturbingly naive. He's still working out how to make decisions for himself now that he doesn't have the Queen to tell him what to do. He considers humans trash to be exterminated, but his loyalty to the Queen is so great that he will throw away his pride and work with them if there's even the slightest chance of reviving her.
History: Semyaza was brought to life in a far off star system by an evil witch named Queen Grigoria and waged a two hundred year war leading her armies of Groteque Idols in an attempt to steal the star systems throne from its rightful ruler, the wise Lord Metatron. In the final moments of the conflict, however, Lord Metatron sacrificed himself to save his people. Sealing himself, Grigoria, and Semyaza into a magic urn and having it cast into space to drift forever among the stars...
WGUF-What Got You Famous: ...until it had the misfortune of slamming into our moon, cracking it and releasing Metatron, Grigoria, and Semyaza. Grigoria immediately set her sights on the nearest planet, resolved to CONQUER EARTH, and began building up her army. The weakened Metatron slipped away, however, falling to Earth and passing the last of his powers to five teenagers so that they might defend their home from this threat. Semyaza would face them personally several times while leading Grigoria's ground troops. The last and most memorable took place in Tokyo, where he was magically grown to a hundred stories high in order to do battle with them and their giant robot. He was struck down, but not killed for fear of the collateral damage should he explode in the densely packed city. A few hours later the spell wore off, he shrunk to regular size, and was carted off by ARGO authorities for imprisonment and study.
Powers/Abilities/Skills/Talents: Semyaza has strength, stamina, and endurance far beyond what any ordinary human can muster. He can survive deep underwater and in a vacuum of space indefinitely. His arms can stretch out like snakes. He can fire a battery of high powered lasers from his eyes, as well as purple lightning out of his hands. Two blades spring out of the gauntlets above his wrists that curve inward and are capable of slicing through nearly anything. His cape can transform into batlike wings that allow him to fly.
In addition he is very interested, after years of watching Queen Grigoria do it, in carving Grotesque Idols of his own and thinks he might have the basic technique down. He just doesn't have the sheer magical force that allowed her to churn them out on a constant basis.
If he dies he explodes into a massive fireball, and is somehow able to speak without having a mouth.
Weakness: Being exposed to religious paraphernalia weakens his powers. Holy symbols, holy places, holy people, even prayer if spoken by a true believer. Anything that gives off "the same wavelength as Metatron's power" is poison to him. A long enough exposure would render him completely helpless.
Secret Hideout: A castle on the moon that he can't currently reach unless he wants to fly all the way there himself. Contains a teleportation pad (broken), a extensive library of magic tomes, a telescope with which to view anyone or anything on Earth, and a workshop for creating Grotesque Idols. The castle now lies in complete ruin from the final battle against Queen Grigoria.
Relationships:
-The Teen Angels: Probably in their twenties by now, come to think of it. A three man, two woman team residing in Los Angeles, California. These teens were given the power to defend the world by Lord Metatron, donning magical armor made from his essence and summoning giant robots when things got hairy. Interestingly, each was of a different religious faith. (Nemesis)
-Queen Grigoria: The leader of the Grigori Empire and an evil witch with phenomenal magical power. Defeated in an epic final battle and resealed in the urn, which is now hidden...somewhere. (Glorious Leader)
-Azazel, Sariel, Ezekiel, Armaros, Baraqel, and Arakiel: Semyaza's direct subordinates, each killed in turn by the Teen Angels. (Dead friends) |
2,047 | 41 | 23 | 641 | 893 | The current in the air shaft carried Nihil upward. They emerged in what appeared to be a dome like structure. Seven others had escaped, and were already engaging the robot that was guarding the exit. This was her first opportunity to look at their powers, so she took note. Another girl morphed into some monstrous creature. Yet another appeared to be in deep concentration- it was clear that he was doing something, but as of yet it was not discernible. The flamboyant karate expert was throwing punches and screaming. Nihil had already developed a pointed dislike of him. Him and the other thing- the winged creature that had been shouting machinations of wold domination earlier. At least he appeared somewhat useful.
The rest had yet to engage the robot. As for Nihil herself, she was still without weapon, something that she did not like- she was competent in hand-to-hand combat, significantly more so than a normal human, but still preferred guns. Her first inkling was to abandon them. She didn't need them or want them. But she once again remembered Mr. Sinister. His resources would be useful for her goals. She sighed. It looked like she was fighting with them.
She moved at extreme speeds. As the robot swung it's large electronic whips about she deftly dodged them, weaving inbetween the lashes. She was now on the other side of the robot, although she still wasn't decided on her plan of attack. She doubted that her bare hands would service in the situation, which was bad considering all she had was a prison jumpsuit and her bare hands. Instead she darted backwards, somewhat away from the robot, close to the exit of the dome. She would wait for the others to make and opening she could use. | Emma Summers | Nihil
Age: 29
Gender: Female
Species: Human
History: In the year 1986 a new kind of weapon was bred in the wind-swept desert of Afghanistan. The pressure of the Cold War has been on a steady rise, and it soon exploded in conflict. The Russian invasion of Afghanistan created a new warzone for the US to fight a proxy war against communism. Naturally they sided against Russia, supporting the Afghani Mujahideen. This war served as the backdrop of a highly illegal and highly unethical experiment conducted in the dark depths of the US Military-Industrial Complex by a secret group of researchers, unknown to all but a very select number of US Government officials. The question was simple: How does one create the perfect soldier? The first solution was technological: A serum that greatly increased the physical capabilities of a solider, additionally bestowing them with a number of 'super powers' that would aid them in their job. The second was much darker. In science there is an experiment that is considered taboo. Dubbed "The Forbidden Experiment". What would happen to someone if they were deprived of exposure to language of any sort? The researchers designed an evocative experiment: A child deprived of human contact. Taught by machines. Gradually exposed to the world through video and picture. Kept in peak physical condition. Raised by technology to be a soldier that had no regard for human life or their own life, instilled with unflinching obedience. Combined with their newly invented 'super-serum' this child was to be the ultimate soldier. The child had no name, but the researchers gave her a nickname: Nihil. A Latin word best described as meaning 'the absence of anything'. Nothingness.
It was at the age of twelve that Nihil was given her first mission. The Soviet–Afghan War was already over, but the Cold War was still on and researchers were eager to see the fruits of their labor. An operation was called by the general who was privy to the details of the experiment, buried in layers of deniability. The mission was simple: Capture a Soviet outpost. It was a task for a group of highly trained soldiers. Instead a little girl was sent in.
The mission, needless to say, was a success. Nihil proved to be highly capable in combat, and it seemed that all the programming and experimenting had indeed created the perfect soldier. As time went on the US's 'secret soldier' went on more missions, always proving successful against the most unlikely of odds. Every time it was the same: She'd receive her orders, be dropped into the hot zone, carry out her mission, exfiltrate, and then return to isolation, or to the training room connected to her cell, but she still always never saw a single person. The only times she had human contact was through the scope of a rifle. The only voices she heard where the screams of her targets. But something had to give, the shroud of isolation couldn't be kept forever. There was one variable that the researcher's couldn't control: Themselves. They weren't bad people... or maybe they were, but they felt remorse. Some of them were unable to handle the kind of research they were doing. Some were entirely uncaring, seeing Nihil as nothing more than a subject. But almost all of them were quelled by their paycheck. Almost.
One of them faced the ultimate struggle: Love. One of the researchers who spent countless hours observing Nihil came to feel a strange paternal affection for the girl who he had twisted into a soldier. It happened slowly, but it happened nonetheless. One day Nihil was sitting in her cell, as she always had, when something unexpected came through the slit in the door that had always delivered only food: A flower, and a note. The clean, white, sterile, surgical cell, devoid of anything but the basic necessities of life and a computer screen through which she had been educated had suddenly been invaded by a small speck of color. The facility rose in a panic. Their carefully controlled experiment had suddenly been thrown askew. The never anticipated one of their own going so far in mutiny.
Nihil picked up the note, felt the paper. The words which she had only ever seen etched into a computer screen. Researchers scrambled. She couldn't read it, they couldn't let her. It would likely destroy their work. As the mutinous researcher had been carried away, the door to Nihil's cell opened and for the first time she had seen a face on the other side of it. A stern face, a human face, reaching for the note. Suddenly her world had been thrown into question. Thoughts that never came to her, question that she had never come to ask. Who was she? Who were they? What are they? Who are the people she killed? Why did she exist?
Something snapped inside her. She understood that they did something wrong to her, the note made it clear. The girl easily overpowered the researcher, slamming his face against the wall and leaving a bloody smear. Their experiment was over. How could it succeed? No one can stem the very basis of human nature. They had reached too far. The girl they bred for war, of course, had no problem escaping from their confines after that. What was once a sterile research lab was sullied by blood. No one in the research staff, not one of the guards, nor one of the numerous other unholy experiments, not one of the janitors, or the maintenance workers, or the soldiers lived. They had created a monster.
An unfeeling monster that wanted nothing more than to feel.
As she emerged from the depths of the facility she emerged into a unknown environment. She had only ever known desert and mountains and the lab. This place was different. The mountains reached taller, scraping against the sky above. The ground was not sand, but concrete. Around her stood none of the 'Soviets' she had been taught were the enemy. Instead she was surrounded by people. Unfamiliar people. Numerous people, countless people. They stared at her: A teenage girl soaked in blood, carrying a rifle, clothing tattered. One of them called the police. Nihil was already gone, running away into a world she knew very little about.
Soon after that she found herself taken back into the fold of the US Military. Escaping wouldn't be that easy. It had been something they had prepared for. They could track her, of course. But things were different as she returned. She came to learn the name of the general in charge of the experiment: Brook. General Dalton Brook. He, like many of the researchers, came to see that the experiment was a mistake, so he extended an offer to reintegrate her into society with support from to government. The price was simple: Nihil's secrecy. No one would know where she came from. She wanted to know what life was like outside of confinement. She agreed.
She was soon re-educated, placed into an apartment, taught how to live like a 'normal' person. They gave her money. They gave her freedom. They gave her a name, Emma. They even let her join the VA. She was technically still a veteran, after all. But it wasn't enough for her. How could it be? She soon came to recognize what they took from her. What she could never get back. She was still a warrior, no matter what they did. She still couldn't feel like any other person. She still couldn't know what it was like to really be normal. So she disappeared, again. This time she made sure they couldn't follow. She used her powers to escape, again, and never looked back. She also promised herself one thing: She would exact revenge upon General Dalton Brook.
After that she slipped into the criminal underworld. By day she kept on her mask: The mask of a normal person, pretending to feel the emotions she could never feel. By night she was a rouge. Her powers made her a natural fit. She still only knew how to be a soldier. Assassination was her trade. She still felt nothing when she took a life. She felt no remorse. She wanted to hurt the people who hurt her and the people who didn't hurt her. She wouldn't be satisfied until everyone bled. But one thing still kept her sane. One thing kept her from being a psychopath: The memory of the flower and the note she had received from the one person who had loved her. The note she still kept with her. The note no one else would ever see. Part of her wanted to hurt, but part of her wanted to feel. Part of her wanted to discover the emotions she never knew.
As the years went on she felt her life become meaningless. She only lived to live. The feeling still wasn't there. She came to realize he joy that she once thought she felt when she killed was false, engineered by the researchers. She still wanted to kill Dalton Brook, but it seemed unattainable. He was half a world away. She felt trapped. And then one day during her 'late night activities' she was caught by a hero. Captain Power. She could've escaped. It would've been easy with her powers. But she gave up. She let herself get caught. He was confused, but took her in. And that was it. She was sent to prison, buried behind layers of security designed to prevent her escape. She couldn't be stopped. Ironically her powers made escape quite easy for her. But she didn't care. It was just like old times.
"I can leave whenever I want."
Personality: Nihil is devoid of emotion. She strives for it, but it's always out of reach. She's only felt emotion twice: Hatred for the people who authorized the experiments conducted on her, and a small moment of happiness hen she read a letter penned by the only person who has loved her. She is almost entirely apathetic towards existence, only driven by her goal to kill General Dalton Brook. She has no friends, has never tried to make any friends, and is seemingly unable to make friends. How can someone with no emotion have friends? She's entirely confident in her abilities, convinced that nothing can stop her, no matter how incorrect that might be. She rarely speaks, and isn't very easy to work with, instead preferring to operate solo.
Powers/Abilities/Skills/Talents: Nihil's principal talent is mastery with almost all forms of weaponry. She is a highly skilled marksman, able to use a sniper rifle to make shots that no normal human can make. She has a supreme reaction time and can slow her breathing to the point where it is almost impossible to discern if she is actually alive. Her senses are also highly heightened, furthering her skill as a marksman. Her skill with guns is so great that she can shoot the individual blades of a helicopter while they are in motion. She has been trained in the art of 'gun-kata', a form of martial arts that integrates hand to hand techniques with gunplay and the statistical study of a gunfight, allowing her to very accurately predict and then react to the patterns that her enemies will use, making her a very deadly foe against groups of enemies. She is of course, by extension, highly skilled in hand-to-hand combat and swordplay. The serum given to her also has imbued her with more 'super-human' abilities. She is more durable than an average person, able to survive a number of gunshots or a long fall, has strength comparable to a man twice her size. One of her principal abilities is they power to move at speeds that are almost imperceptible, appearing as little more than a blur. Additionally she can jump much higher than the average human, around the height of 20 feet. This allows her supreme mobility, letting dart quickly across the battlefield in a blink of an eye.
Weakness: Nihil's first weakness is her highly heightened senses. Although this at first seems to strictly be an advantage she is prone to sensory overload, extreme smells or loud sounds can have highly adverse effects on her. Additionally it is worth nothing that although she is more durable than the average human, unlike many super humans she is still very susceptible to gunshots or other physical damage. She might be durable, but she is very far from invulnerable. Finally the super-serum has had some adverse effects on her. She is prone to intense migraines, which in the past has not served her well in battle. The serum may have more negatory side-effects that remain unseen.
Secret Hideout: Nihil has no secret hideout, only a shitty apartment,
Relationships: The only feeling Nihil has for any person is the hate she feels for the General. |
2,048 | 41 | 24 | 1,576 | 358 | Riley hopped out of the chute, landing on her feet to see a massive hulking machine. Her eyes flickered to the exit, only to find their sole exit sealed with foam. She assessed it quickly, mind darting back to days when she and a couple other youths had tried burning polysterene and the like with Zippo lighters in abandoned warehouses, just to watch the smoke curl into the air and choke them with ash.
Rogues were fending off the Warden, but occasionally one of the electrical whips would lash out at inopportune places. Riley skipped out of the way as one cracked against the ground she had just been standing on, leaving behind a blackened scar. Riley snapped her fingers, and watched as an orange spark ignited on the wire: a little excess heat to cajole the electricity into evolving into a crackling fire that licked up the whip. Drops of melted metal began to drip from its limb as the Warden tried to coil it towards him, but limp and halfway-melted, the arm did not respond, reduced to a humming snake that gave a momentary start of life on the ground.
She let her fire do its work as she ran towards the exit. The figure that called himself General Semyaza channeled a flash of his own ammunition towards the head of the Warden. Before Riley could see if it would destroy the enemy good and proper, she turned to the girl of serious demeanour who had just been standing at the exit.
"Not joining in on all the fun?" she asked. Riley lit up her fingers and held the flame over the foam. "Funny, took you for a robotic bane." She watched as it caught fire and the snowy white began to smoulder into charred black. A wisp of smoke rose in a thready curl, but soon the smoke would be thick and fast, if her memory served. Still it would be a time before the foam all melted and the Rogues could slip out. She glanced up at the woman while she spread the fire at several points, feeling like she was lighting a birthday cake, and absent-mindedly offered her free hand. "The name's Riley, how do you do?" | Name: Riley Pielwood
Alias: NA
Age: 20
Gender: Female
Species: Human
Personality: Snarky and with a love for sharp humour, Riley wouldn’t immediately come across as psychotic to those she meets. Fun-loving and highly appreciative of a few chuckles, Riley makes careless remarks and laughs whenever she will. Though bright and energetic, she hides her claws and filed teeth behind her wide smile, tucked away until her hackles have been raised. Her laughter is bark-like and sharp, as is her bite. She likes teasing people and ribbing them in good fun, but nowhere near as much as she enjoys seeing an expression ranging from dismay to horror to panic to pain unfurl over a face, and knowing she has put it there. She enjoys herself a fair dose of chaos, might instigate it now and then, but she has found that dropping in during the second act isn’t all too bad either. She has an intense weakness for challenges too, and can’t stand being bored, especially if mundane people let her down and fail to fulfill her amusement quota. Sarcasm and sardonicism keep her entertained during lull periods. She doesn’t particularly need to see blood to be satisfied – hasn’t got much of an appetite for it, to be frank – but she will draw it to prove a point if need be. Vindictive, she can get childishly petty and vengeful when she doesn’t get her way. Needless to say, she is not the most mature, but she will do anything for her little sister Naomi.
History:
Riley was born in a rough neighbourhood on the more dingy side of town, to parents who may have loved each other in a previous life but must have ceased all affections somewhere after their honeymoon and before her birth. It was a crumbling union of two unfortunate souls too prideful to separate that Riley witnessed as a toddler, loathed as an child and overlooked as an adolescent. It helped matters none when her mother got pregnant again and Riley got herself a younger sister at nine. Of course, it was left to Riley to look after the thing right after it was weaned. It took all of six months for her to get attached to little Naomi, but once she began to feel warmth uncoiling in her stomach when looking at the ankle-biter’s rosy cheeks and guileless gummy smile, she was stupidly loyal to a baby. By then, she had gotten herself into a few scuffles, though nothing serious. She would return home with bloody knuckles and bruises blooming anywhere imaginable and her baby sister would brush her chubby grasp over the tender spots on Riley’s skin like a whisper. Their parents had never been big on gentle physical touch, and Riley absolutely lived for those moments. She never lost a fight, and came home daily to coo over Naomi as the dull aches slowly pulsed into faded muscle memory.
Their parents slowly spiraled further and further away, eventually becoming so detached and in need of remedy that the dining table was empty more often than not, as they spent their days languishing in numb, alcohol-induced limbos. That however didn’t bother Riley as much as how bone-dry Naomi’s bottle was getting, and when Naomi got a fever Riley was thrown into absolute panic. She considered it a miracle her sister hadn’t gotten sick earlier – the darkened flat hadn’t been feather-brushed in years, much less properly cleaned, and Riley’s cheeks were growing gaunt and hollow to keep Naomi’s plump but almost, it would seem, to no avail. Riley could see it all – the hunger, the pain – diminishing to naught as she perched owlishly by the crib, desperately clinging onto Naomi’s pudgy fist as she screamed and her face turned ruddy and her little voice choked on her own tears.
The next morning in school, a boy passed a mindless comment that sent Riley rocketing off her seat. She was sick with worry, and the boy was a brainy bespectacled thing who deserved all her resentment because he came from a house that wasn’t falling apart and parents with a love as deep as their wallets. He couldn’t even fight her off with his own fists. Instead, he begged her to stop and tried to sweeten the plea with money. Riley almost scoffed, until she realised what he was offering and plucked him off the ground. He meekly handed her five dollars, but a shaking of his shoulders and a snarl in his pasty face raised the sum to a princely fifteen. With that money, Riley was able to buy milk formula for Naomi. Given another two recesses and a whole playground full of potential victims with cushy families, Riley could pay for a trip to the doctor’s. She attracted strange stares in the waiting room, as she cradled a squalling baby in knobby arms and with cheeks smudged as dark as soot, but she glared at the receptionist and nurses and patients who were all just blockades between Naomi and the doctor until they tore their eyes to the ground.
Naomi got better, but Riley continued to bully the kids, until the pantry was stocked up again and Riley herself began to fill out. When she was twelve, upperclassmen who had seen her exploits during recess where the teachers couldn’t see invited her to play truant with them. She surveyed them warily at first, until they mentioned money. By the time Riley was thirteen, she had become a bully outside of the playground, and ran around with a gang of youths who were all older than her but headed in the same direction. Rogues had already started becoming an issue then, and these gangly adolescents with enough tar in their lungs to reline roads and tattoos snaking around their bodies like vices fantasised living lives of obscene wealth, play, and skullduggery.
They got up to mischief on a daily basis; Riley learnt from the smarter ones how to con and deceive and be wily, for the delayed gratification of whipping the carpet out from beneath the feet of the unsuspecting; the brutish ones with a relish for inflicting pain traded their more sadistic skills for Mathematics tuition; she was given a fair share of whatever profits they could loot. Even if the gang was majorly made up of dim bulbs and dull tools, Riley was saving up handsomely, and they made her laugh and lightened her heart even if they lived a story set against the most grim of backgrounds. Plus, her thick-as-thieves associates in malice would have gladly jumped a bullet for Naomi, now at four a cute rascal with a smile to melt even the ringleader’s heart and enough naivety to shame Riley, and she was grateful for any protection they could offer, now that she had gotten herself involved in risky business. But she lived every day laughing and playing with her sister, running around and wreaking havoc around town with teenagers as mad and starved for the intangible as her, and it was a good life to live.
But then it all went wrong when Riley turned seventeen, and had herself upgraded to an organisation which was bad news on a whole new scale. Naomi would ask why Riley didn’t go see their usual friends, and Riley would never tell her that those usual friends were absolutely paltry compared to her new ones. But her new affiliation offered so many more benefits – namely, an income, if she did her job.
But because the one above was too long, I added in this summarised version, because I can understand it would be a pain to read through the whole thing.
Riley was born in a rough neighbourhood on the more dingy side of town, to parents who may have loved each other in a previous life but must have ceased all affections somewhere after their honeymoon and before her birth. She later had a little sister by the name of Naomi at the age of nine, who came to care intensely for. She would often get into fights in school, but always came home to Naomi and for that she was grateful.
Their parents then stopped providing for them, and it worried Riley that Naomi was getting less and less fed. When Naomi got a fever Riley was worried sick, and after beating up a rich boy in school realised she could extort money from her classmates, using what she unjustly earned to buy milk formula for Naomi, pay for her health, and feed the family again.
When she was twelve, she became involved with a gang of youths who were all older than her but filled to the brim in the head with fantasies of being rogues. Riley learnt from the smarter ones how to con and deceive and be wily, for the delayed gratification of whipping the carpet out from beneath the feet of the unsuspecting; the brutish ones with a relish for inflicting pain traded their more sadistic skills for Mathematics tuition; she was given a fair share of whatever profits they could loot. She stayed on because she was earning and learning, and running amok with these people lifted her spirits.
But then it all went wrong when Riley turned seventeen, and had herself upgraded to an organisation which was bad news on a whole new scale. Naomi would ask why Riley didn’t go see their usual friends, and Riley would never tell her that those usual friends were absolutely paltry compared to her new ones. But her new affiliation offered so many more benefits – namely, an income, if she did her job.
What Got You Famous:
The same problem happened; I'm so sorry.
And she did. She did do her job, got herself paid and told to rest on her laurels until something else came along and they called on her duty again. She did her job several times over, and did it well even if it would make her stomach turn. But she overcame her squeamishness quickly enough, and only pursed her lips when she did her job. But somebody else didn’t. Somebody else screwed up, and Riley was awakened one night by Naomi’s screaming, her parents’ shouting, and the door to her room being kicked down.
She was seventeen. A seventeen-year-old girl caught in her bed in nothing but boxers and a singlet, eyes still bleary from sleep and squinting into the spotlight shone on her, as her little sister cried at the doorway, held back by parents who now gave their undivided attention. Perhaps she wasn’t exactly what the ARGO team had been expecting when they crashed into her house on an overnight mission to round-up members of a rogue organisation they had just dismantled, because there was a beat of absolute silence from the officers – armed with impressive weaponry and decked out in bulletproof vests and suits which all looked overdone now – before they started to order her to the ground, voices ricocheting in the cramped room.
When Riley failed to comply, one of them reached forward to roughly drag her off the bed. But it had been a long time since Riley had slept, sure of her safety. Before the officer could even blink, she had dragged the serrated edge of the dagger she kept beneath her pillow into the flesh of his underarm.
Howling, he let her go, falling back and failing his arm so that blood flew everywhere. Pandemonium peaked, and Pandora’s box opened in that room itself as voices exploded and rifles were whipped into the hunter’s crouch, aimed right at her heart. Another soldier tried to advance, and the hand holding the dagger twitched to right beside her ear, ready to be thrown.
Caught in this stalemate, everyone became motionless, except for Naomi who broke free of her parents’ hold to push against the back of an officer’s legs, desperate to get through, crying for Riley even though her entire front was splattered with another man’s blood. The officer turned sharply then, every instinct lit and every nerve strung high, and swung the barrel of his rifle down as he peered at Naomi.
It was aimed right at her sister.
I cannot lose her. With a flick of her wrist that was too easy – so familiar, so simple – Riley threw the dagger. It embedded itself deeply in the chink of armour that had been revealed as the soldier craned his neck downwards. In a spray of blood from the back of his neck, the soldier gave a last sputter and fell.
A body was flung at her, pinning her at once against the floor. Riley landed on her back, the breath flattened out of her. She started to wrestle with the man, scratching at his face and knocking his visor askew, all the while hearing the high-pitched shrieks of Naomi. She made a claw-like shape with her hand, whipping it forth to rake her nails down the man’s face. Unexpectedly, the man yowled anew when tongues of flame licked his face.
His comrades who had scrambled to save the fallen life whirled around to find Riley struggling to her feet, gazing in awe at her right hand now swallowed in fire. She looked up, to see soldiers with eyes full of intent to bring her down, and waved her arm around, a torch that roared with life as she yelled, “Stand back!”
Obstinately, the team advanced, and she flung her hand at them. Fire sprung to life behind a man’s ears, and he scrambled to beat it out. But try as he might he continued to burn. New screams filled the room, and hesitantly the team began to recoil.
There was a window just paces away from where Riley stood. She was just about to leap for it, when she heard Naomi – all screams now dead – whimper, “Make it stop.”
It was enough to strike Riley dumb; that pause was enough for what remained of the force to bring her down and innovatively bag and handcuff her hands. But she remained limp, lifeless, beneath them, hearing on endless repeat Naomi’s plea. Once she was hauled upright to be taken away, Riley bent to Naomi’s level long enough to say goodbye, before she was heaved into an armoured truck; before she could say – hypocritically – stay out of trouble, be good; before she could hear her sister burst into tears again.
Riley’s story gained renown. After all, a girl whose hand spontaneously combusts into flame is never conventional. Reporters craving a juicy story martyred her when word got out how subdued she became once she heard her little sister call out for her. The efforts to make her a saint only intensified when a journalist shallowly researched her background to hit upon the sheer depth of Riley’s care for Naomi. But it was all useless, because Riley was labeled a rogue dangerous to society, locked away somewhere by officials who made threats wily-nily to Naomi’s life knowing it would control Riley enough for them to poke and prod her to their hearts’ content, and no amount of media press was ever going to get her out.
Naomi worked with the organisation for a while, fully aware that it was nasty business but getting over her qualms about it for the money she and Naomi were dependent on. But then somebody made a mistake, and an ARGO team came to round up members of the rogue organisation they managed to dismantle. They kicked down their way into her room before the eyes of her parents and Naomi. They woke her up abruptly, and when one of them tried to roughly drag her off the bed, she cut him with the dagger she slept beneath her pillow.
Both parties conscious that the other was dangerous, everyone became motionless, except for Naomi who pushed against the back of an officer’s legs, trying to get to Riley. The officer turned at the push, and swung his rifle in such a way that the barrel was aimed at Naomi. Afraid at once of losing her sister, Riley threw the dagger and it cut into the back of the soldier’s neck.
One of the men pinned her to the floor, and while trying to fight him off, Riley’s hand burst into flame, causing him to yowl and fly back. Riley used her hand now aflame to ward them off, and set a man’s ears on fire from a distance. This gave the rest of the team cause to pause, and while Riley thought about jumping out the window as the men all burned at her feet, she heard Naomi whimper, “Make it stop.”
The fight left Riley then, and she was immediately hauled away. Her story gained renown, for the sheer shock factor of Riley’s inflammatory powers, and the selling point that was her love for her sister. Riley however was labeled a rogue dangerous to society, and locked away by officials who made threats wily-nily to Naomi’s life knowing it would control Riley enough for them to poke and prod her to their hearts’ content.
Equipment: Daggers. Lots and lots of daggers. She has a belt to carry rows of them like teeth, but she lost it when she was taken into custody from her home. But she has plans to fashion a new one from scratch if need be.
Powers/Abilities: Knife-handling. Riley can severely injure anyone with a blade in hand, and even out of hand. Her daggers always fly in the trajectory she wants.
She can control flame as well. Fire will burst to life in her palms, or fingertips, or a flammmable object at a reasonable distance - Riley enjoys being able to light candles without having to get up. She can put out a fire if she wills it, and adds in a little of her own fire as well. Her brand of flame is very difficult to put out too. Riley likes to joke that pouring milk over it helps, though the actual trick is to deprive it of oxygen. On a large-scale however that would prove problematic. She can also increase the temperature of her skin to an alarming pitch, so as to scald and give first-degree burns to anyone who tries to grab her. But she can’t sustain too high a temperature for too long; Riley has enzymes too that she doesn’t want denaturing.
Weakness: Mention harm to Naomi, and if she thinks you can make good on that promise, she will suppress herself. (If not, it will only enrage her) Drenching her with water would work well to stop her from committing more arson too, I guess.
Secret Hideout: Old, and rustic, the tree-house stands in the tree-tops, desolate and away from traffic. It used to be an old haunt for vagabonds and the way-less, and it's just right for Riley if she wants to be alone to think, or if she wants to kip a night.
Relationships: None so far with rogues or heroes, but she loves her sister Naomi dearly. She knows a few rogues who carved some names for themselves but ever since being locked away she hasn't heard from them. She has contacts, but they're all far away in her hometown, and distant from the years apart. |
2,049 | 41 | 25 | 2,654 | 2,774 | Baal couldn't believe that he had been caught and now was imprisoned in a place that blocked his magical powers. Things were not looking good, his cults needed his guidance and command to function properly or they could fall apart. He hoped that his cult members of high rank were handling things properly in his absence. Right now his dark and wicked mind thought of ways to try and escape this prision.
"Fools, whoever did this shall wish they had never been born a thousand times over" he said to himself. When he had food sent to him, Baal noticed a device that he was certain wasn't suppose to come with his dinner. The PDA spoke and gave instructions on how to the escape and whoever had sent this thing was wanting to see how well they could make their escape. This rogue talked a big game, he doesn't know the great power that I wield, I could have this fool heart if I wanted to once I get out of here, but maybe he'll be of some use when I find out who this guardian angel is, he thought to himself.
One the cell doors were open and he felt his power start to return, Baal smiled evilly. It was time to punish the mortal worms that dared to keep him prisoner. He quickly excited his cell and saw several other prisoners do the same, they must have also recieved a similar message from their guardian angel and were now making a similar escape. One of them shouted time to conquer earth and Baal chuckled, not before me worm. Then the robot guards attacked and Baal began to utilize his attack spells to fire off blast of black flames, but they weren't as effective thanks to these enemies being machines and not living and he was in a weaken state thanks to the effects of the prison.
Thankfully there were other escapees to assist in the fight with the guards, and Baal resorted to The Black Arms of Hastor spell to smash the spell. Once he made to the elevator shaft, Baal used his flight robe to fly up the shaft right after the other flying prisoners and sees another robot, more larger and threatening looking than the last blocking their escape route. That's when he also noticed Rose the witch, he had encountered her a very long time ago and guessed that she had to have been an immortal since no ordinary human could have lived that long and still look so young.
He smiled at the robots words and wondered how well this machine would fare against a group of very powerful and evil beings. Baal decided to hold back and watch the others fight the robot and see if this thing really was a threat to all of them. He wasn't too impressed with the man attacking the robot with just his improvised weapon, like that would really do anything, and the alien went in with his brute strength to help Rose with tackling the metal monstrosity.
"This will be interesting" he said to himself in a menacing and growl-like voice. | Name: Baal
Alias: Lord Baal
Age: is actual age is unknown, but he has been around for over 4000 years.
Gender: male
Species: unknown, appears to be humanoid
Personality: Baal is the definition of evil to many, his insidious nature and pleasure in using his powers to bring insanity and chaos over the vast dimensions have made him feared by most. Before he became Lord Baal, he wasn't evil and had a woman he loved dearly, but it was her murder and the death of most of his people that drove to hate those that had robbed him of so much that drove him to make his deal with the godlike demons known as the Dark Ones who were beyond human comprehension. Ever since his pact with the Dark Ones he plunged into darkness and his evil is immense.
Baal is extremely cunning and will always try to find ways to manipulate others into doing what he wants. He is amazingly charismatic and persuasive, which is how he has been able to grow his cults on earth. His intelligence and ability to pray upon the human psyche makes him very formidable. Baal will show no mercy to his enemies and will delight in making them suffer as much as possible. He has forced mothers and fathers to watch their children die horribly as punishment for going against him. He has made children see their parents brutally murdered and try to turn them into cult members.
Some would wonder why such an evil being could exist, Baal would answer that love was to blame. It was because he loved so much that his hatred made him into what he was now. Baal demands obediance from his followers and will regularly use terror and public killings to demonstrate his power and authority. Baal prefers to use his cult members to do tasks for him if they aren't of great importance and there is only one being he truly fears and that's God. His biggest flaws in terms of a mental weakness is his superiority complex and large ego.
History: Baal was born millennia ago to a world very different from our own. It was a world of almost constant conflict and filled with brutality and savagery. His people whose name has slipped from history and memory were engaged in a massive war with the Ozarian empire. Baal grew up in the wake of this horrible conflict and saw many that were close to him die, but he still found love in a woman who called his sun and moon. Unfortunately for Baal she would be brutally murdered by Ozarian forces and made him watch before they tried to kill him.
He was however saved by the Dark Ones when they heard his primeval scream of hatred at seeing his beloved killed. The demons made everything around them freeze as if time itself had stopped and then offered Baal the chance to see revenge by making a pact with them in exchange for his soul and eternal devotion. Baal agreed without a second thought thanks to the huge well of hatred inside him, and the Dark Ones give him a piece of their awesome power. Baal felt their black magic flow through him and the power was almost overwhelming.
The demons then vanished and time seemed to revert back to normal. Baal immediately unleashed his new power and slaughtered all in his path. When the enemy forces were defeated, Baal saw that they had managed to kill all of his people and he was now the last of them. He soon had his vengeance and wiped out of the Ozarian empire. With his world a war torn wasteland, he sough to establish a new society, one that worshiped the Dark Ones. The demons soon returned to him and told of his quest to spread cults dedicated to them throughout all dimensions and Baal now consumed by his darkness fervently agreed to their task.
After attaining the power to traverse dimensions, Baal began to spread the cults of the Dark Ones to many different worlds. Some worlds were too faithful and righteous to conquer, but he was immortal and could wait for a time when they would become weak in faith. Eventually he came this world in the distant past and was worshiped as the god Baal, gaining many much reverence. His cults spread by a large amount, but then the emergence of Christianity saw his cults become obsolete in the wake of the new religion and he dared to not challenge God seeing his great power.
Baal decided that he would wait and come back to this dimension when Christianity was less powerful. He waited for thousands of years, but he has now returned. He played a role in influencing the formations of the hellfire clubs during the times of the founding fathers of America and he played a subtle role in the creation satanic cults. With the advent of the scientific age humanity has less faith in the Abrahamic religions and that has given Baal the power to start spreading his cults again. Every action has both a positive and negative reaction.
Equipment: He is in possession of a number of powerful magic artifacts with dangerous properties. All of his artifacts are mystically bound to him and he can summon them to and from a sub-dimension when he needs them and they will vanish anyone else tries to use them.
Fiend Staff: his demonic looking magical staff helps him focus his insane power and it has the power to transform into archaic weapons such as swords, spears and axes.
Knife of Murder: He has ceremonial knife that he uses during rituals, which has the power to pierce the soul when he stabs someone with it.
Ring of Gonnar: This ring that he wears in his right index finger allows him to traverse dimensions without the use of rituals.
Robe of Flight: the robes he wears give him the ability to fly.
Powers/Abilities/Skills/Talents: Baal controls incredibly powerful black magic taught to him by extra-dimensional demons and wields immense power that makes him appear to be like a god to his mortal followers. This magic grants him several abilities that he has mastered completely as well as a great number of spells. His knowledge in the black arts and the occult are immensely high.
Immortality: he doesn't age and cannot die of old age, which is how he has been alive for thousands of years.
The Black Arms of Hastor: This spell creates black demonic spectral arms that will assault his opponents both physically and spiritually.
The Black Flames of Ondar: Baal shoots fire that made up of black hellish flames. Unlike ordinary fire it does more than just burn his enemies, it also burns the soul.
Shield of Insidiousness: He creates a barrier of demonic spirits that can protect him from physical and spiritual attacks, the power of this barrier is determined by how much magic he puts into it.
Nightmarish Illusions: This spell allows Baal to create frightening illusions to scare and distract his opponents.
Demonic Force: Baal hits targets with a wave invisible force that can use to either knock things away or draw them closer to him.
Fiendish Summoning: he can summon lowly demons from a hellish dimension to attack his enemies.
The Eye of Madthros: By channeling a huge amount of magic Baal can assault his opponents' minds with horrifying images and terrible pain. They have to be looking into his eyes.
Ritual of Corruption: This occult ritual that includes drinking Baal's blood is done to corrupt initiates in his cult and turn them to evil. It takes an hour to complete, but it's how his cult has grown so large.
Mind of The Demon: This spell protects him from having his mind read or assaulted by psychic attacks.
Weakness: All things holy can weaken him and silver is always a big weakness that can be exploited if used as a weapon. While his magic is incredibly powerful, it will become taxing on his body if he uses high powered spells for too long. The effects of his spells can be negated with black or white magic that is of greater strength than his power.
Secret Hideout: His HQ is a dark castle that is located between dimensions. There are doors that are located throughout the world, but it requires black magic to open. It is guarded by demons and some of his high ranked cult members
Relationships: His main relationship is with the Dark Ones and his cults, but he has made many enemies over the course of his reign of terror.
The Angels of God: they are a group made up of divine angels and divinely powered followers of the Christian faith. They are his worst enemies and spread out across dimensions to battle his evil cults.
Followers of Monotheist religions: Anyone who is believes in Christianity, Judaism and Islam are his enemies and he will try to see all three of these religions destroyed.
The Dark Ones: they are extra-dimensional demons that grant Baal is power and they are the only authority that he bows to. They have plans for the multiverse, but it is secret between only them and Baal. |
2,050 | 41 | 26 | 1,617 | 689 | Not to soon after his charge and swing, Craftchenco's shield arm was tackled by some beast. He tried to shake it away but his whip arm had been compromised by the inmate identified as James Falcon. His leg and weapons had also changed in size and limited his response time and action. Then Keith Blackwell started to hi all his vital joints, including the weakened knee. He was able to throw off the giant mutated rat to the side. Not to soon after a hit from Blackwell caused a crack and shatter of his enlarged knee gear and he began to fall forward, missing General Semyaza's sky attack by a few inches. He landed on his shield arm and swung his whips one more time, almost hitting Riley Pielwood, but instead it earned him a fire attack which burned most of the whip to a crisp. With one more hit from Blackwell his systems give out and he is put out.
His shutdown activates Phoenix Protocol which releases nanites stored in his core that repair what is reparable. They give the rogues about 5 mins to regroup, most of them moving towards the exit. His guns and whips had been fixed and his leg enough that he could stand on it. Once he was operational his systems turned back on. Craftchenco stood up quickly and face the group. He only had this last chance to stop them from leaving so it was time to get serious. "No more little kid gloves children."
With his operations being at 85%, he shot a smoke grenade at the group that exploded and provided cover for his attack. He locked onto Pielwood and sent a foam grenade her way. It hitting her in the chest and sealing her in a foam shell, the only part of her body not covered in the solid substance being her hands and feet.
He then turned his attention to Semyaza in the air and sent his damaged whips after him. The whips were badly damaged but the nanites got the electricity and length working again. Once the whips wrapped around the alien he sent 1000s of volts through his whips into the aliens body, and then he flung him at the giant creature. Both being thrown back a few feet.
Craftchenco then located Blackwell and used his good leg and launched himself at the man. He felt like he owed him something so he tackled him with the shield first, the pushed him into the ground causing the metal floor to dent. Right when he was going in for more, something caused him to freeze. Jumping a few feet back from were Blackwell lay, he could feel a virus breaking his programming and taking off his limiters. Clamps on his feet activated and rooted him into the ground. He shield was deactivated and turned into a missile launcher. The grenade cannon and machine gun on his shoulders were now full operational. The limiters were in place to make Craftchenco as dangerous as the regular prison guard, but when they were removed he was a cold blooded killing machine. With the final limiter removed he was back into his originator programming, his WAR Machine programming.
Every living thing in the room was a target and needed to be eliminated. He began by spinning on his spinal axis, only spinning his upper body. His fully extended whips were electrified and with a single touch passed more electricity through the body than humanly possible to handle. With the whips spinning with his body, the weapons on his shoulders started to aim at every rogue in the room. Firing frag, foam, and smoke grenades at all the rogues. The missile launcher on his arm was firing missiles at anything that got in its lazier sight. With so much chaos coming from him the Warden has become unstoppable, his only weakness being the energy core on his chest. He kept a steady pace while he spun around like a marry-go round, not letting up for a moment.
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Mr. Sinister chuckled at the event that played out on the screen in front of him. They had it too easy so he thought that upping the difficulty level would make things more interesting. He hacked into the machine and planted the virus that would revert him back to his old killing ways. Craftchenco had many different lethal protocols in place for each situation but the WAR Machine protocol was the easiest he could find and the one were someone did not come out missing a arm. Sinister did this to test them, not their abilities or power but their wills and ability to work together. He needed to know that they were the ones for his plan. If they failed this test then they would die, and the only way to pass would be cooperation. Sinister got up and grabbed his glass of scotch and looked out over Lochwell from his penthouse. This city needed some change, a new order, it needed to have the fear struck back in it like the rest of the world. But first he needed his candidates to prove themselves, by taking down the over-sized toy being powered by supercharged batteries. | Name: Ek'ork
Alias: The Founder/Eroric (those who cannot say his name call him Eroric)
Age: 345
Gender: Male
Species: Descender
Personality: Ek'ork is a temperamental man. Most of the others of his species are all very respectful of their prince, but the human soon learn that he is quick to snap at any one. Like any prince when he ask for something he expects it no matter what, or there will be sever consequences. When coming to Earth he did not like their customs and traditions at all and had a problem adjusting. His mind is not one so easily conquered. It is vast, unlike humanity who can only use 5-16% of their brain capacity, his people can use up to 60% and it makes them different. They are numb to most human emotions and he does not quiet understand right and wrong just yet.
History: Ek'ork lived as a prince on his home world, it was a dying planet and his people knew that, they understood that it was a dog eat dog world and the royalty had the biggest say in anything. Due to his fathers falling health it was getting close to the crowning ceremony, where the prince eats the father while he dies. In his society the minds of the people are connected by a mind link. Being an all male society, the more dominant males have royal blood in their veins and have better control over the others, acting as the queen bee of the planets hive. While the weaker males have little to know royal blood and are the worker bees.
Ek'ork was next in line to take over the crown , which is know as the nexus. The Nexus is the hub for the mental links, which is why the kings get older and older as the years go on. So the previous king will find another 'proper' male and they would grow an egg using both of their genes.
This is how Ek'ork came to be, his father (mother) was a warrior and fought in the many different wars waged by his people, while his other father (father/the king) has been ruling for 1000 years. He has just reached maturity and was now fit for the crown and just as he finished eating his father alive and accepting the Nexus, his world puffed out its last breath. Everything was falling apart and now as king Ek'ork had made the decision to leave, grabbing his only reaming father and trusted advisers, he left the little red world and watched it explode. HE could feel the instant deaths of millions of his people and it was a pain he will never forget.
They found Earth by accident and thought it was a world easily inhabited. So they landed in secret and soon began to watch the humans before striking. There were only about 250 of his people left and after 5 years of observation they strike. What he did not know was that they had been found out and the humans were ready for him. 3 years of long war later and his population had been dropped down to 65. He called for peace and bought it with advanced technology and money.
After the war he bought he and his people their 'humanity' and American Citizenship he took up home in Lochwell. He was, is, and will be an impatient man so he did not really get human customs and traditions until he ate one. This is how his people relay information form other people. They did not even speak English or any other Earth language until he ate his first human.
WGUF-What Got You Famous: After the war and a few years of living in Lochwell, Ek'ork was called in by the president for a 'check-up' and followed suit. He went ot the white house and met the previous president, an arrogant man who did very many disrespectful looking things to Ek'ork's POV. Growing enraged by the minute Ek'ork finally snapped and ate the man. The first human he every ate was the president of the united states and he did it in a savage manner. Blood and leftover body parts could be seen throughout the Oval Office. He was apprehended on the spot and sent to ICF for permanent incarceration. His people were not reprimanded though and still run his gang on the outside.
Equipment: He has a war suit that he wears during combat.
Powers/Abilities/Skills/Talents:His people are naturally strong in nature, being able to life ten times their weight like ants, they also have their own martial arts system. He was trained by a warrior and bred for combat. His strikes are hard and he can kill anything in 10 different ways or more. He is a hunter and has instincts like one. Due to him having the Nexus his brain usage jumps to 75%. This gives him prime control over his own body. He can control two different things, his density. Making himself as light as a feather, giving him flight, or as heavy and hard as a star, giving him an added punch. Ek'ork can phase through objects as well bye reducing his density to allow him to go through solid objects, or vice versa.
Weakness: Ek'ork is a King of his people, this mean a lot. The Nexus is a heavy burden and even though he will not die for many thousands of years (due to low population) Using the Nexus is a great burden and a last resort. After it gets used he needs time to recover from fatigue, duration depending on how long he has been using. He is not bullet proof by any means, only when he is using the Nexus, but during normal combat he can be shot and cut and broken like anyone else. Also his massive structure is a problem in many cases, small confined spaces are not his forte and he sends people do that for him.
Secret Hideout: The Mothership of his people is hidden some where in the Pacific ocean, but their base of operations and only access point is in a bar owned by him.
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2,051 | 41 | 27 | 1,175 | 849 | Nataliya was observing the situation from a ways back. She wasn't a fighter, it would benefit no one, least of all herself, for her to go running in there with no plan. She was, however, a strategist and a good one at that. She sat back for a few more seconds, watching everything and taking it in. There was no way to rip the thing apart, it would kill every last one of them before that happened. At this point it would kill every last one of them in the next few seconds if they didn't figure something out. She thought she had it timed, so she made a pass at it, trying to go for it's core. She almost made it too, until of course she was literally hit with the machine gun and flung into the wall.
"Mudok." Natia hissed, wincing as she took in a deep breath. She might have cracked a rib or two doing that. That's what she gets trying to help. She didn't stay sitting down, because that would be stupid and Nataliya is a lot of things but she wasn't stupid. After she got her breath back, she stood up, and looked at what everyone else was doing, trying to figure out what her next move was going to be. | Name: Nataliya Naryshkina
Alias: Kotek
Age: 26
Gender: Female
Species: Enhanced human
Personality: Nataliya Naryshkina is manipulative, and adjusts herself to her chosen victim. However if she is in between victims she can be anywhere between a range of sweet and coy, or sarcastic and biting. Depends on how much she likes you. She likes to have a good time, though. She also is obsessed with watching people go insane before they die. She plays games, but she also has the occasional urge just to watch blood spill from their body.
History: Nataliya Naryshkina was born into former Russian royalty and acted the part. Her brother, who is a current high ranking politician in Russian politics, raised her after her mother died at her birth and her father disappeared. She was raised with a silver spoon in her mouth and she acted like it.
At least until she met Henry. Henry was an American scientist, going to a convention in Moscow who literally ran into her as she was making her way towards the hotel to meet her brother for lunch. It wasn't until the next day when they were introduced, since Sergei, Natia's brother, had ties to the company. He was unintentionally charming and Natia couldn't help but fall in love.
She married Henry after dating for two years, when she was 21 years old. She moved to America with him, and got a job within one of her family's companies. It seems like they never left the honeymoon stage and were contemplating having kids.
Until she saw him slipping something into her nightly tea. He claims it was just honey but she dug in a little more. Made some calls, did some digging. It turns out he was developing a prototype that, like a steroid, would make her stronger however it also improved her senses, her metabolism, and made her faster. These changes we also permanent as it was DNA altering. This would have been fine if the drug didn't have the unfortunate side effect of removing her inhibitions and erasing her moral compass.
She wasn't angry but she wasn't going to let him get away with this so she started to poison her husband. It was slow, over several months, but it would slowly denigrate his mind, making him go insane. Eventually he killed himself, and she inherited his fortune, as well as her own. She had her brother set her up so she could quit her job but so she would be wealthy for the rest of her life, both legally and in various offshore accounts.
If she the drug didn't have the lasting affect it did, this would be the end of Natia's story. However, her psychopathic tendencies stayed with her and over the next year and a half she killed thirty people. Men or woman, she didn't discriminate or have a type. The only mistake they made was that they decided to sleep with her. She would administer a poison, using a small injection usually(like how you administer Ricin) so they don't feel it and it would cause their brain to slowly shut down before they became vegetative. Then the fun would begin. Natia liked to see how much blood would pour out until the heart stopped and the blood didn't move. She got up to 2 pints before she was caught. Her capture was simply bad luck, she managed to seduce a superhero with a tolerance for most drugs. She didn't really mind though, she figured every villain has to spend at least a months in jail. She'd get out soon enough anyways.
Powers/Abilities/Skills/Talents: Better senses, better metabolism, stronger, faster
Weakness: She's only human, a taser will put her down or a bullet or anything sharp and pointy. She's also obsessive, if she has a target or a goal, she won't quit until she does it and it's gotten her in a trouble a few times because of that.
It's mostly a hideout, since it's not in her name but rather her brother's who's a Russian politician with lots of lawyers and a lot of ability to keep the police away. However she will occasionally allow others to meet in someone of the more secret rooms. For a price of course.
Relationships: Her brother, a Russian politician, who will not get her out of jail because if she wanted to learn how to be successful, she needed to learn how to be discreet with her urges.
The Russian mob has several families in it she's close to, or at least respect her for her family name and brother. |
2,052 | 41 | 28 | 637 | 359 | James Falcon crouched in a corner, hidden behind his meal tray. After taking down the robot, the group had wasted too much time picking themselves up, prematurely congratulating themselves on their victory and then crossing towards the exit. It had been dangerously stupid, in retrospect. He had almost gone to remove the warden's power pack as had been suggested in the PDA, but after the big reptilian thing stepped on its head, he hadn't bothered. He vowed to himself to learn from the mistake. Cockiness led to taking chances, and taking chances led to failure.
The tray-shield shook again as a foam canister struck hard, but the wall held. He had had to grow the plastic to a almost metre thick to protect himself, but now that it had held the foam would end up adding to the barrier, giving him a little extra protection. Falcon dared to peek around the edge for a moment, and all seemed quiet. His fellow prisoners were all cowering back under the continuous assault.
All had gone quiet below as well. The sounds of struggle had faded, so it seemed that the other prisoners and robots had all been caught up in the rising tide. What he saw when he looked behind to the shaft, however, was that the water hadn't stopped being pumped in. Another stray foam capsule had mostly resealed the shaft after the first covering had been burnt away, but a few cracks in the foam spurted tiny jets of water up from underneath. Perhaps he could use this. The robot's whips crackled with electricity, but if it could be doused in that water, it would fry its own circuits.
Silently, he expanded the sections of foam around the pinprick holes, cutting off the water. He would need the pressure to continue to build below while waiting for just the right moment to release it. He didn't have a way to redirect the geyser that would burst forth once the foam cracked, so that meant he would need the metal giant to stand in its way. It had to be baited.
"Hey!" He yelled at the warden as he stepped out from behind his cover. "Are you going to stand there all day wasting bullets, or will you come over here and fight me?" He put extra emphasis on the word here, trying to alert the other rogues to the importance of moving the robot, but hopefully not while alerting the thing itself. If it sensed a trap, it wouldn't move. | Name: James Edward Falcon
Allias: Falcon
Age: 32
Gender: Male
Species: Human
Powers: Falcon can cause objects around him to change size, growing or shrinking into perfect scale replicas of themselves without changing density. A secondary ability allows him to teleport to anywhere he can see.
Appearance: Falcon has narrow grey eyes set above a prominent nose and a slim, clean-shaven face. He keeps his dark hair short, and was typically known to go around in a smartly-tailored business suit and tie. His torso is solidly built though not overly muscular, and his long legs take him to a height of 190 centimetres. (Picture to come)
History: James Falcon came into his abilities as a young man and, seeing that his powers were less well suited to flying though the skyline fighting criminals, he instead entered the world of business. His talent for growth and long-term strategic thinking saw him rise to prominence at a young age.
Because of his belief that superbeings should use their abilities to make the world better, he put much of his wealth funding altruistic projects. He put money into refugee camps and disaster relief, and funded drug research and subsidies where he felt that the government was falling short. As time passed and his business empire grew, his philanthropy also branched out to supporting political campaigns of candidates he felt had good priorities, then to supporting the cases of criminals whose actions he believed were justified, such as those who used dubious methods to expose corruption or exploitation. It was when he was found to be sheltering two of these men in his mansion while police were searching for them that he himself was arrested for obstructing the course of justice and trumped up charges related to his use of financial resources to exert undue influence on politics.
James did not resist his arrest and agreed to stand trial, confident in his assertions that the good he did for the world far outweighed the bad and that others would see that and overlook his breaking the letter of the law for upholding its spirit. He was dead wrong. A number of his political and business rivals piled in on the case, pushing for as harsh a sentence as possible, and he was sent to prison for five years. As a regular prison would be unable to hold him and no suitable facility was near to hand, he was extradited and sent to a secure facility designed to hold the most hardened violent supervillains, the ICF.
Horrified and insulted by this turn of events, he brooded on his anger and frustration, and so the supervillain Falcon was born. The people who had put him here, he decided, were incompetent fools. He had spent a long time plugging holes in a broken system with his own hard work and donations, but to truly help, much more would be required. The whole system needed to be broken down and rebuilt from the ground up, and the people in charge needed to know what they were doing and be able to see it through. People like Falcon. This would be his new mission in life, and arriving in jail, he had plenty of time to plan.
Personality: James Falcon is not an impulsive man. Rather, in all things he prefers a cautious, calculating, strategic approach. To him, knowledge is power and the way to get what one wants is by careful planning and precise execution. He prefers his own company when ruminating on these things and reacts irritably to distraction, though he will happily share his ideas and talk at length at more appropriate times. He is possessed of great determination and drive to reach his goals, and, facilitated by his approach above, has usually been successful. He truly does want to make the world a better place, but this ambition has been twisted by his anger and frustration about the ineffectiveness of government at achieving meaningful changes. He has become proud, vengeful and ruthless.
Strengths: Falcon’s most formidable asset is his strong intellect, which allows him to use his abilities to full effect in a number of situations. This is backed up by his sharp senses and good reflexes.
Weaknesses:
Falcon’s teleportation ability only enables him to move within his line of sight, which limits its usefulness when it’s dark or his vision is otherwise obscured. He can take one other person with him or an equivalent amount of material, but no more.
His size altering powers do not work on himself or any other humans.
He dislikes being thrust into situations without warning, as his best strength comes from planning ahead and being able to control his environment.
Secret Hideout: As mentioned above, Falcon is not from Lochwell City, so he has no current base in the city. What he does have, however, is his emergency Swiss bank account, which he started when he first entered business and has been feeding ever since in case some unforeseen disaster should make the rest of his fortune inaccessible.
Equipment: For now, a prison jumpsuit. But just you wait until he can get out and get creative!
Relationships: James has immense respect for The Chief, a superhero from his hometown who doesn’t just catch criminals, but spends just as much time using his abilities to be helpful to law-abiding people. This is supering done right, in his opinion.
“Superbeings are not bound by the laws of men. We are born with the power to break the laws of nature itself, and are bound to step in and use that power when ordinary systems fail to protect mankind. I spent years trying to prop up the current system and plug its gaps with my powers, never realising that what it was beyond all hope of repair. Similarly, I reject my sentence under your legal code and instead answer to a higher moral law. It now demands that I step in not to uphold civilisation, but to destroy it. I will burn everything down to the bedrock and start over, This time, I will be in charge and I will see things done right.” |
2,053 | 41 | 29 | 531 | 3,680 | Rose was hit into the wall. She got up after the hit watching as the machine seemed to get out of control. From what she had noticed of the others the shirtless man seemed to have quite a bit of strength, though he wasn't that smart from the looks of him trying to hit the machine with some make shift nunchucks. She couldn't exactly talk in this form but she did have other ways of talking, as a witch she had many powers, one of them was close range telepathy, so long as she was in the same room as someone she could use her telepathy, it was one of the few powers she could use in this form. Of course it's range was lowered even more in this form. ~Shirtless man, help me stop the robot from spinning, it will give the others a chance to go for the chest.~ Rose said through a telepathy to him.
Rose took a step back then using some momentum she ran at robot to grab hold of one of the arms and started to push it in the opposite side of how it was moving. This didn't completely stop it form spinning but it did slow it down considerably. If Karate Bastard would listen to her then his added strength would most likely help to stop it from spinning and giving the others a chance to go for the chest. | Name: Rose Grinda
Alias: Bloody Rose
Age: Looks 16 is actually around the age 500 years old
Gender: Female
Species: Witch
Personality: Rose is a very quiet girl for the most part. However when provoked she will start to scream like a banshee and act erratically sometimes walking on the ceilings even. One her favorite ways to lure in pray is start crying to attract attention to herself, then once her victim comes in close enough she executes whatever plan she may have for that person, be it eating them, or making them see their worse night mare. Rose has no actual goal other than to cause misery to everyone she deems a deserving of facing misery.
History: Rose was born in the town of Salem just before the witch trials began. She had a loving family however her mother was later accused of witch craft and burned at the stake. After witnessing this Rose ran into the forest soon getting herself lost. She eventually found a cave that was blocked off with many warning signs.
She went into the cave despite the warning signs seeing it as shelter. As she went deeper into the cave she noticed many different glowing crystals. All of them were glowing red, and seemed to glow brighter when she got closer to them. As Rose went to sleep that night she started to hear voices, many of them offering kind words to her. The voices even taught Rose various things, one of them was what they called “The oath of Joy.” Which was actually a ritual where one paints a symbol onto their hands and stomach then recites a few lines before being possessed in exchange for immense power.
After being possessed Rose returned to Salem now a full blown witch of immense power. She killed those who had wronged her mother, she killed each of them in dark places however that weren’t in the public eye. Some were killed at brothels, others killed in taverns. Once Rose finished her business in Salem she left the town that was now in utter chaos accusing each other of being witches.
Rose continued to live as an urban legend in various places for the next 500 years, showing misery to others who came in her path, and killing and eating those she deemed a threat.
WGUF-What Got You Famous: Rose was made famous through the urban legends of her luring in and terrorizing victims who then spent the rest of their lives in mental institutes. She really became famous however when there was a horror movie made about her that was extremely popular, it was called “The Bloody Rose.”
Powers/Abilities/Skills/Talents: Rose can be torn apart but she will always live through it, however she can be killed through burning her however keeping her still for that is the hard part. Rose also has various magical abilities, one of them being that she can change her body into that of a Creature with a giant mouth that can eat a person in two bites. Rose can make various objects in a room float as long as they are the size of a small lamp. Another power of Rose is illusions as well as levitation.
Weakness: Fire is her most well-known weakness however she has another weakness of being trapped by circles of salt, or just salt in general. Salt prevents her from using her abilities as well.
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2,054 | 41 | 30 | 1,617 | 689 | Ek'ork was one of the last ones out of the tunnel and stood further back in the group. He watched as the machine charged at them whips flying everywhere. Ek'ork just stood there and solidified his body and let the attack come, it simply slid across his chest leaving burn marks that went away when he returned to normality. He phased through the floor and came out next to the girl close to the entrance, simply content with watching the others pick at the Warden.
After they had dismantled him, and they had regrouped Ek'ork was ready to leave in that moment but he heard the robot getting up and turned around to see that he had already taken down two of his "teammates" and was working in on the third. The Warden looked ready to charge at the rest but jumped back and locked him self in. Then he started to go out of control, firing any and everything he had and spinning himself to increase the range. Ek'ork had been hit with two foam grenades, that made him a giant foam statue, then he got hit with a frag grenade. Right before it hit he hardened himself and took the whole thing, then phased out of the foam. He picked it up and threw it at the the thing. It got shattered by the whips, leaving pieces of foam behind.
"Are you going to stand there all day wasting bullets, or will you come over here and fight me?" Ek'ork looked over at the human, he had said something weird, or at least it sounded weird but he could not put his finger on it. Growing tired and annoyed with the entire affair he decided to be a team player and jumped right in front of the closed tunnel and grab the whips. The power flowing through the whips shocked Ek'ork to the core. He had felt pain like this before but it had been a while. Clenching his teeth he started to pull on the whips, stopping the spinning and getting the full attention of the robot. Ek'ork hardened his skin and braced for the impact that soon came to follow, grenades and bullets came down on his skin. The pain was still there but it did not cause any damage. He had already over used his powers as it is and with the increasing trauma he could feel his hold slipping.
"Humans if you are going to strike do it NOW!!!!" Ek'ork said through clenched teeth. He had begun to dig into the metal floor causing it to scrap up and even denting the metal. He needed them to hurry, his power would only last for so long, plus his grip was slipping. | Name: Ek'ork
Alias: The Founder/Eroric (those who cannot say his name call him Eroric)
Age: 345
Gender: Male
Species: Descender
Personality: Ek'ork is a temperamental man. Most of the others of his species are all very respectful of their prince, but the human soon learn that he is quick to snap at any one. Like any prince when he ask for something he expects it no matter what, or there will be sever consequences. When coming to Earth he did not like their customs and traditions at all and had a problem adjusting. His mind is not one so easily conquered. It is vast, unlike humanity who can only use 5-16% of their brain capacity, his people can use up to 60% and it makes them different. They are numb to most human emotions and he does not quiet understand right and wrong just yet.
History: Ek'ork lived as a prince on his home world, it was a dying planet and his people knew that, they understood that it was a dog eat dog world and the royalty had the biggest say in anything. Due to his fathers falling health it was getting close to the crowning ceremony, where the prince eats the father while he dies. In his society the minds of the people are connected by a mind link. Being an all male society, the more dominant males have royal blood in their veins and have better control over the others, acting as the queen bee of the planets hive. While the weaker males have little to know royal blood and are the worker bees.
Ek'ork was next in line to take over the crown , which is know as the nexus. The Nexus is the hub for the mental links, which is why the kings get older and older as the years go on. So the previous king will find another 'proper' male and they would grow an egg using both of their genes.
This is how Ek'ork came to be, his father (mother) was a warrior and fought in the many different wars waged by his people, while his other father (father/the king) has been ruling for 1000 years. He has just reached maturity and was now fit for the crown and just as he finished eating his father alive and accepting the Nexus, his world puffed out its last breath. Everything was falling apart and now as king Ek'ork had made the decision to leave, grabbing his only reaming father and trusted advisers, he left the little red world and watched it explode. HE could feel the instant deaths of millions of his people and it was a pain he will never forget.
They found Earth by accident and thought it was a world easily inhabited. So they landed in secret and soon began to watch the humans before striking. There were only about 250 of his people left and after 5 years of observation they strike. What he did not know was that they had been found out and the humans were ready for him. 3 years of long war later and his population had been dropped down to 65. He called for peace and bought it with advanced technology and money.
After the war he bought he and his people their 'humanity' and American Citizenship he took up home in Lochwell. He was, is, and will be an impatient man so he did not really get human customs and traditions until he ate one. This is how his people relay information form other people. They did not even speak English or any other Earth language until he ate his first human.
WGUF-What Got You Famous: After the war and a few years of living in Lochwell, Ek'ork was called in by the president for a 'check-up' and followed suit. He went ot the white house and met the previous president, an arrogant man who did very many disrespectful looking things to Ek'ork's POV. Growing enraged by the minute Ek'ork finally snapped and ate the man. The first human he every ate was the president of the united states and he did it in a savage manner. Blood and leftover body parts could be seen throughout the Oval Office. He was apprehended on the spot and sent to ICF for permanent incarceration. His people were not reprimanded though and still run his gang on the outside.
Equipment: He has a war suit that he wears during combat.
Powers/Abilities/Skills/Talents:His people are naturally strong in nature, being able to life ten times their weight like ants, they also have their own martial arts system. He was trained by a warrior and bred for combat. His strikes are hard and he can kill anything in 10 different ways or more. He is a hunter and has instincts like one. Due to him having the Nexus his brain usage jumps to 75%. This gives him prime control over his own body. He can control two different things, his density. Making himself as light as a feather, giving him flight, or as heavy and hard as a star, giving him an added punch. Ek'ork can phase through objects as well bye reducing his density to allow him to go through solid objects, or vice versa.
Weakness: Ek'ork is a King of his people, this mean a lot. The Nexus is a heavy burden and even though he will not die for many thousands of years (due to low population) Using the Nexus is a great burden and a last resort. After it gets used he needs time to recover from fatigue, duration depending on how long he has been using. He is not bullet proof by any means, only when he is using the Nexus, but during normal combat he can be shot and cut and broken like anyone else. Also his massive structure is a problem in many cases, small confined spaces are not his forte and he sends people do that for him.
Secret Hideout: The Mothership of his people is hidden some where in the Pacific ocean, but their base of operations and only access point is in a bar owned by him.
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2,055 | 41 | 31 | 637 | 359 | The robot hadn't moved towards him very much when the other prisoner made his move, but Falcon decided that this was the best he was likely to get, given that the warden was held in place. He reached out to the shaft with his power, quickly shrining the foam blockage.
It tore away from the steel shaft around it and was immediately swept up in a geyser of water sweeping up from below. Liquid burst out in all directions and soaking him to the skin in an instant, but the main flow followed the direction of the shaft, arcing outwards towards the middle of the dome. As the flow leapt skywards, he grew the amount of water, giving it the little bit of extra range it needed to come down right above the warden. | Name: James Edward Falcon
Allias: Falcon
Age: 32
Gender: Male
Species: Human
Powers: Falcon can cause objects around him to change size, growing or shrinking into perfect scale replicas of themselves without changing density. A secondary ability allows him to teleport to anywhere he can see.
Appearance: Falcon has narrow grey eyes set above a prominent nose and a slim, clean-shaven face. He keeps his dark hair short, and was typically known to go around in a smartly-tailored business suit and tie. His torso is solidly built though not overly muscular, and his long legs take him to a height of 190 centimetres. (Picture to come)
History: James Falcon came into his abilities as a young man and, seeing that his powers were less well suited to flying though the skyline fighting criminals, he instead entered the world of business. His talent for growth and long-term strategic thinking saw him rise to prominence at a young age.
Because of his belief that superbeings should use their abilities to make the world better, he put much of his wealth funding altruistic projects. He put money into refugee camps and disaster relief, and funded drug research and subsidies where he felt that the government was falling short. As time passed and his business empire grew, his philanthropy also branched out to supporting political campaigns of candidates he felt had good priorities, then to supporting the cases of criminals whose actions he believed were justified, such as those who used dubious methods to expose corruption or exploitation. It was when he was found to be sheltering two of these men in his mansion while police were searching for them that he himself was arrested for obstructing the course of justice and trumped up charges related to his use of financial resources to exert undue influence on politics.
James did not resist his arrest and agreed to stand trial, confident in his assertions that the good he did for the world far outweighed the bad and that others would see that and overlook his breaking the letter of the law for upholding its spirit. He was dead wrong. A number of his political and business rivals piled in on the case, pushing for as harsh a sentence as possible, and he was sent to prison for five years. As a regular prison would be unable to hold him and no suitable facility was near to hand, he was extradited and sent to a secure facility designed to hold the most hardened violent supervillains, the ICF.
Horrified and insulted by this turn of events, he brooded on his anger and frustration, and so the supervillain Falcon was born. The people who had put him here, he decided, were incompetent fools. He had spent a long time plugging holes in a broken system with his own hard work and donations, but to truly help, much more would be required. The whole system needed to be broken down and rebuilt from the ground up, and the people in charge needed to know what they were doing and be able to see it through. People like Falcon. This would be his new mission in life, and arriving in jail, he had plenty of time to plan.
Personality: James Falcon is not an impulsive man. Rather, in all things he prefers a cautious, calculating, strategic approach. To him, knowledge is power and the way to get what one wants is by careful planning and precise execution. He prefers his own company when ruminating on these things and reacts irritably to distraction, though he will happily share his ideas and talk at length at more appropriate times. He is possessed of great determination and drive to reach his goals, and, facilitated by his approach above, has usually been successful. He truly does want to make the world a better place, but this ambition has been twisted by his anger and frustration about the ineffectiveness of government at achieving meaningful changes. He has become proud, vengeful and ruthless.
Strengths: Falcon’s most formidable asset is his strong intellect, which allows him to use his abilities to full effect in a number of situations. This is backed up by his sharp senses and good reflexes.
Weaknesses:
Falcon’s teleportation ability only enables him to move within his line of sight, which limits its usefulness when it’s dark or his vision is otherwise obscured. He can take one other person with him or an equivalent amount of material, but no more.
His size altering powers do not work on himself or any other humans.
He dislikes being thrust into situations without warning, as his best strength comes from planning ahead and being able to control his environment.
Secret Hideout: As mentioned above, Falcon is not from Lochwell City, so he has no current base in the city. What he does have, however, is his emergency Swiss bank account, which he started when he first entered business and has been feeding ever since in case some unforeseen disaster should make the rest of his fortune inaccessible.
Equipment: For now, a prison jumpsuit. But just you wait until he can get out and get creative!
Relationships: James has immense respect for The Chief, a superhero from his hometown who doesn’t just catch criminals, but spends just as much time using his abilities to be helpful to law-abiding people. This is supering done right, in his opinion.
“Superbeings are not bound by the laws of men. We are born with the power to break the laws of nature itself, and are bound to step in and use that power when ordinary systems fail to protect mankind. I spent years trying to prop up the current system and plug its gaps with my powers, never realising that what it was beyond all hope of repair. Similarly, I reject my sentence under your legal code and instead answer to a higher moral law. It now demands that I step in not to uphold civilisation, but to destroy it. I will burn everything down to the bedrock and start over, This time, I will be in charge and I will see things done right.” |
2,056 | 41 | 32 | 1,838 | 1,623 | Karate Bastard had been premature in congratulating himself. When the Warden toppled and had been thoroughly pounded, he had assumed the fight was over. It gave him time to catch his breath (though of course a hard man like him wasn't out of breath at all), take stock of the others and make for the exit.
Then the robot had sprang back up and given him a bloody good thrashing, hitting him harder than he cared to admit. Enough to knock the wind of him. Bollocks to that. He would never admit it, but he had been slow to pick himself up, even in the critical moment while the Warden was standing shock-still. Thinking about the next move, maybe. Robots needed to think, right? At any rate, it seemed to direct less fire from its weaponry at him as he struggled to get up. The drongo probably no longer registered him as a threat after the beating it gave him.
A voice sounded in his head, telling him to grab the spinning whips. He shook his head, still groggy, still slow to react. But KB was galvanized into action when he saw the demonic behemoth and the white-skinned giant grab the spinning whips. The smell of ozone filled the air as the two subjected themselves to the crackling electric current. Brave. KB was forced to privately admit that was brave.
He grabbed the nunchaku in his hand, hurled them at the wasp-like waist of the towering robot. The cloth tether wrapped snugly around the axis, hopefully jamming whatever mechanism enabled it to keep spinning around. If his next move didn't pay off, having the Warden no longer spinning about might at least buy the others some time to react. He rushed forwards, already mentally preparing his attack.
There is a theory that every human being carries a certain amount of energy in their body. Call it ley, call it qi, call it whatever you want, but a skilled practitioner can harness this energy, focus it into a certain area, expend it all in a single attack. KB wasn't sure if he believed in qi, if these powerful strikes were better attributed to diligent exercise and muscle control.
No matter what, though, Karate Bastard did believe in the power of the strike he was about to launch. It was forbidden within the tai chi community for its frightening and lethal power, so naturally he utilized it every chance he could. He had used it to split boulders, overturn cars, send men hurtling twenty yards while their hearts exploded inside their chests. He was confident this strike would at least knock free the armor plating on the Warden's chest and leave the power core exposed.
"BUDDHA'S PALM!" Karate Bastard yelled by way of a kiai as he delivered the feared palm strike directly into the Warden's chestplate. All of his strength, physical and spiritual alike, went into this single powerful blow. Temporarily spent, he dropped to his knees, sweat pouring from his body and genuinely out of breath for the moment. | Name: Keith Blackwell
Alias: Karate Bastard
Age: 36
Gender: Male
Species: Human
Personality: Keith is massively, incredibly arrogant- there's a reason they call him Karate Bastard. He firmly believes that he is the best martial artist in the world, questioning or denying that will drive him into a blind rage. Keith despises the very notion of weakness and will never admit to making a mistake. Not a man who has or wants any friends, though he will make alliances if it suits him.
History: Keith was born into New Zealand's famous and wealthy Blackwell family, known worldwide for their fine wine. Ensconced in an Auckland penthouse, Keith grew up wanting for nothing and continually having his ego fed. His parents, hoping for a well-rounded child, enrolled him in karate classes at age 15. There was nothing special about it to them, it was the same as the piano lessons, cooking classes, and reading program.
But Keith Blackwell quickly discovered he had an innate talent- a genius, really- for fighting. He understood and mastered the techniques intuitively, surpassing the teachers at his local school in a matter of months. Keith begged his parents to use their money to send him to Okinawa, the birthplace of karate, for a real education in the art. And so, at the tender age of sixteen, Keith Blackwell was put on a plane to Naha.
The training was brutal and merciless, but Keith took naturally to it. His ego grew even further as he became capable of even more outrageous feats, sharpening his body to extremes. He learned meditation, traditional medicine, the use of weapons. But the biggest thrill came after two years of study, when an argument with a drunken local escalated into a full-on brawl. Keith killed the man, breaking his neck with a single blow. It was as he was hiding the body that Keith Blackwell experienced a moment of blinding, glorious clarity- he was destined to be the strongest fighter who ever lived. Anyone who died in his quest to achieve that was merely a mark of his quality, a measure of how he had fulfilled his purpose. The vintage on his family's grapes was counted in years, his destiny was counted in the number of skilled opponents he defeated.
Any pity or compassion that was in him was crushed. After the day's rigors at the dojo, he would quietly slip into the red-light district of Naha and participate in underground fights sponsored by the local Yakuza family. When his actions were discovered by the sensei of the dojo, Keith was immediately expelled. He took the expulsion with a surprising amount of grace- he felt limited by karate.
From there, he traveled the world on his parents' money, learning as much as he could about fighting. Wing chun in Hong Kong, vovinam in Vietnam, fencing in Italy, capoeira in Brazil, dambe in Nigeria, hapkido in South Korea, knife combat in the Philippines, lucha libre in Mexico, savate in France- just a small sample of the eighteen years of intensive training in virtually every martial art he could find an instructor for. When Keith felt he had learned what he wanted to, he would typically challenge (and kill) his teacher and their top students. After all, their deaths were the mark of his success. Lately, he has started seeking out fighters specifically to fight them, for the rush of testing his skills.
WGUF-What Got You Famous: Keith's probably endless quest has just brought him to the United States. The idea of fighting superheroes interests him. As a warmup, though, he decided to take on several of the West Coast's better fighters. A boxer in Los Angeles was decapitated by an uppercut from Keith, a dojo owner in San Francisco had his eyes gouged out. Finally, Keith stormed into the ring during a title MMA match in Lochwell and bloodily murdered both fighters- and the referee, and the security guards who tried to stop him, and a guy with an annoying voice. He didn't resist arrest by ARGO- Keith has heard American prisons are pretty tough, there might be a good fight or two in there before he decides to leave.
Equipment: Karate Bastard will use traditional martial arts weapons on occasion, but does not possess any at the moment- ARGO took them all.
Powers/Abilities/Skills/Talents: Keith Blackwell has an innate ability to understand and master martial arts in short order. Twenty years of study in the discipline has given him tremendous skill at fighting. His intensive training has pushed his body well past what would normally be considered human limits- it is possible that he possesses genuine superpowers but that has never been investigated.
In particular, his speed and reflexes are at the peak of human potential. His strength is such that he can lift half a ton without exertion, and his knowledge of striking technique means that he is able to easily ram his bare fist through a brick wall. In addition, he is far more resistant to pain or injury than the average person and heals much more quickly.
Weakness: Due to his tremendous arrogance, KB will rush into things without any kind of plan whatsoever, without considering the odds against him. As he has done little with his life outside of study martial arts, he is socially backwards and has little understanding of modern technology or society. He has no real ability for ranged combat. Despite his increased ability to withstand injury, he is not impervious to it. Bullets, bombs, poison- it might take more of it than usual, but these things can indeed kill him.
Secret Hideout: None- KB only recently arrived in the country.
Relationships: None. |
2,057 | 41 | 33 | 641 | 893 | Nihil was apathetic towards Riley. She simply scowled. "If you must have a name you may call me Nihil." The girl didn't care to explain to Riley why she was waiting for a chance to strike. She simply continued observing. Riley's powered appeared to be control over flame, which proved effective against the weakening robot. The creature appeared to have fallen, some unknown structural disability sending it to the floor. Several minutes passed and the robot rose again, this time with a vengeance.
Riley, the girl that had been talking to her, was suddenly incapacitated by some sort of foam, the room filling with smoke. The flying creature was hit with the electronic whip, launching him towards the transformed girl, and the flamboyant martial arts user was tackled. The creature finally targeted Nihil, or, more accurately, targeted everyone in the room. Several bullets were directed towards Nihil and Riley, who was currently incapacitated by the foam. Nihil moved to protect the entrapped girl, for reasons she was not entirely sure of. It would appear that her programming got the best of her. She dived, pushing the girl who was likely completely unaware of the attack to the ground. Nihil followed her to the ground, covering her. She absorbed several bullets, by her count 4, injuries that would likely kill an ordinary human, but would only incapacitate Nihil. | Emma Summers | Nihil
Age: 29
Gender: Female
Species: Human
History: In the year 1986 a new kind of weapon was bred in the wind-swept desert of Afghanistan. The pressure of the Cold War has been on a steady rise, and it soon exploded in conflict. The Russian invasion of Afghanistan created a new warzone for the US to fight a proxy war against communism. Naturally they sided against Russia, supporting the Afghani Mujahideen. This war served as the backdrop of a highly illegal and highly unethical experiment conducted in the dark depths of the US Military-Industrial Complex by a secret group of researchers, unknown to all but a very select number of US Government officials. The question was simple: How does one create the perfect soldier? The first solution was technological: A serum that greatly increased the physical capabilities of a solider, additionally bestowing them with a number of 'super powers' that would aid them in their job. The second was much darker. In science there is an experiment that is considered taboo. Dubbed "The Forbidden Experiment". What would happen to someone if they were deprived of exposure to language of any sort? The researchers designed an evocative experiment: A child deprived of human contact. Taught by machines. Gradually exposed to the world through video and picture. Kept in peak physical condition. Raised by technology to be a soldier that had no regard for human life or their own life, instilled with unflinching obedience. Combined with their newly invented 'super-serum' this child was to be the ultimate soldier. The child had no name, but the researchers gave her a nickname: Nihil. A Latin word best described as meaning 'the absence of anything'. Nothingness.
It was at the age of twelve that Nihil was given her first mission. The Soviet–Afghan War was already over, but the Cold War was still on and researchers were eager to see the fruits of their labor. An operation was called by the general who was privy to the details of the experiment, buried in layers of deniability. The mission was simple: Capture a Soviet outpost. It was a task for a group of highly trained soldiers. Instead a little girl was sent in.
The mission, needless to say, was a success. Nihil proved to be highly capable in combat, and it seemed that all the programming and experimenting had indeed created the perfect soldier. As time went on the US's 'secret soldier' went on more missions, always proving successful against the most unlikely of odds. Every time it was the same: She'd receive her orders, be dropped into the hot zone, carry out her mission, exfiltrate, and then return to isolation, or to the training room connected to her cell, but she still always never saw a single person. The only times she had human contact was through the scope of a rifle. The only voices she heard where the screams of her targets. But something had to give, the shroud of isolation couldn't be kept forever. There was one variable that the researcher's couldn't control: Themselves. They weren't bad people... or maybe they were, but they felt remorse. Some of them were unable to handle the kind of research they were doing. Some were entirely uncaring, seeing Nihil as nothing more than a subject. But almost all of them were quelled by their paycheck. Almost.
One of them faced the ultimate struggle: Love. One of the researchers who spent countless hours observing Nihil came to feel a strange paternal affection for the girl who he had twisted into a soldier. It happened slowly, but it happened nonetheless. One day Nihil was sitting in her cell, as she always had, when something unexpected came through the slit in the door that had always delivered only food: A flower, and a note. The clean, white, sterile, surgical cell, devoid of anything but the basic necessities of life and a computer screen through which she had been educated had suddenly been invaded by a small speck of color. The facility rose in a panic. Their carefully controlled experiment had suddenly been thrown askew. The never anticipated one of their own going so far in mutiny.
Nihil picked up the note, felt the paper. The words which she had only ever seen etched into a computer screen. Researchers scrambled. She couldn't read it, they couldn't let her. It would likely destroy their work. As the mutinous researcher had been carried away, the door to Nihil's cell opened and for the first time she had seen a face on the other side of it. A stern face, a human face, reaching for the note. Suddenly her world had been thrown into question. Thoughts that never came to her, question that she had never come to ask. Who was she? Who were they? What are they? Who are the people she killed? Why did she exist?
Something snapped inside her. She understood that they did something wrong to her, the note made it clear. The girl easily overpowered the researcher, slamming his face against the wall and leaving a bloody smear. Their experiment was over. How could it succeed? No one can stem the very basis of human nature. They had reached too far. The girl they bred for war, of course, had no problem escaping from their confines after that. What was once a sterile research lab was sullied by blood. No one in the research staff, not one of the guards, nor one of the numerous other unholy experiments, not one of the janitors, or the maintenance workers, or the soldiers lived. They had created a monster.
An unfeeling monster that wanted nothing more than to feel.
As she emerged from the depths of the facility she emerged into a unknown environment. She had only ever known desert and mountains and the lab. This place was different. The mountains reached taller, scraping against the sky above. The ground was not sand, but concrete. Around her stood none of the 'Soviets' she had been taught were the enemy. Instead she was surrounded by people. Unfamiliar people. Numerous people, countless people. They stared at her: A teenage girl soaked in blood, carrying a rifle, clothing tattered. One of them called the police. Nihil was already gone, running away into a world she knew very little about.
Soon after that she found herself taken back into the fold of the US Military. Escaping wouldn't be that easy. It had been something they had prepared for. They could track her, of course. But things were different as she returned. She came to learn the name of the general in charge of the experiment: Brook. General Dalton Brook. He, like many of the researchers, came to see that the experiment was a mistake, so he extended an offer to reintegrate her into society with support from to government. The price was simple: Nihil's secrecy. No one would know where she came from. She wanted to know what life was like outside of confinement. She agreed.
She was soon re-educated, placed into an apartment, taught how to live like a 'normal' person. They gave her money. They gave her freedom. They gave her a name, Emma. They even let her join the VA. She was technically still a veteran, after all. But it wasn't enough for her. How could it be? She soon came to recognize what they took from her. What she could never get back. She was still a warrior, no matter what they did. She still couldn't feel like any other person. She still couldn't know what it was like to really be normal. So she disappeared, again. This time she made sure they couldn't follow. She used her powers to escape, again, and never looked back. She also promised herself one thing: She would exact revenge upon General Dalton Brook.
After that she slipped into the criminal underworld. By day she kept on her mask: The mask of a normal person, pretending to feel the emotions she could never feel. By night she was a rouge. Her powers made her a natural fit. She still only knew how to be a soldier. Assassination was her trade. She still felt nothing when she took a life. She felt no remorse. She wanted to hurt the people who hurt her and the people who didn't hurt her. She wouldn't be satisfied until everyone bled. But one thing still kept her sane. One thing kept her from being a psychopath: The memory of the flower and the note she had received from the one person who had loved her. The note she still kept with her. The note no one else would ever see. Part of her wanted to hurt, but part of her wanted to feel. Part of her wanted to discover the emotions she never knew.
As the years went on she felt her life become meaningless. She only lived to live. The feeling still wasn't there. She came to realize he joy that she once thought she felt when she killed was false, engineered by the researchers. She still wanted to kill Dalton Brook, but it seemed unattainable. He was half a world away. She felt trapped. And then one day during her 'late night activities' she was caught by a hero. Captain Power. She could've escaped. It would've been easy with her powers. But she gave up. She let herself get caught. He was confused, but took her in. And that was it. She was sent to prison, buried behind layers of security designed to prevent her escape. She couldn't be stopped. Ironically her powers made escape quite easy for her. But she didn't care. It was just like old times.
"I can leave whenever I want."
Personality: Nihil is devoid of emotion. She strives for it, but it's always out of reach. She's only felt emotion twice: Hatred for the people who authorized the experiments conducted on her, and a small moment of happiness hen she read a letter penned by the only person who has loved her. She is almost entirely apathetic towards existence, only driven by her goal to kill General Dalton Brook. She has no friends, has never tried to make any friends, and is seemingly unable to make friends. How can someone with no emotion have friends? She's entirely confident in her abilities, convinced that nothing can stop her, no matter how incorrect that might be. She rarely speaks, and isn't very easy to work with, instead preferring to operate solo.
Powers/Abilities/Skills/Talents: Nihil's principal talent is mastery with almost all forms of weaponry. She is a highly skilled marksman, able to use a sniper rifle to make shots that no normal human can make. She has a supreme reaction time and can slow her breathing to the point where it is almost impossible to discern if she is actually alive. Her senses are also highly heightened, furthering her skill as a marksman. Her skill with guns is so great that she can shoot the individual blades of a helicopter while they are in motion. She has been trained in the art of 'gun-kata', a form of martial arts that integrates hand to hand techniques with gunplay and the statistical study of a gunfight, allowing her to very accurately predict and then react to the patterns that her enemies will use, making her a very deadly foe against groups of enemies. She is of course, by extension, highly skilled in hand-to-hand combat and swordplay. The serum given to her also has imbued her with more 'super-human' abilities. She is more durable than an average person, able to survive a number of gunshots or a long fall, has strength comparable to a man twice her size. One of her principal abilities is they power to move at speeds that are almost imperceptible, appearing as little more than a blur. Additionally she can jump much higher than the average human, around the height of 20 feet. This allows her supreme mobility, letting dart quickly across the battlefield in a blink of an eye.
Weakness: Nihil's first weakness is her highly heightened senses. Although this at first seems to strictly be an advantage she is prone to sensory overload, extreme smells or loud sounds can have highly adverse effects on her. Additionally it is worth nothing that although she is more durable than the average human, unlike many super humans she is still very susceptible to gunshots or other physical damage. She might be durable, but she is very far from invulnerable. Finally the super-serum has had some adverse effects on her. She is prone to intense migraines, which in the past has not served her well in battle. The serum may have more negatory side-effects that remain unseen.
Secret Hideout: Nihil has no secret hideout, only a shitty apartment,
Relationships: The only feeling Nihil has for any person is the hate she feels for the General. |
2,058 | 41 | 34 | 1,576 | 358 | "If you must have a name you may call me Nihil," said the lady, the glower back on her face. Riley responded with a grin. It was just so easy to get a rise out of the woman, how could Riley resist ribbing her?
The Warden fallen, the escapees regrouped. The foam around the elevator shaft had almost melted away, but before they could win their freedom, the robot clambered back up onto its feet, and launched a second attack. Before Riley could make sense of it, smoke erupted around them, and she felt the breath blown out of her as polysterene sprouted around her. "Oh, come on. Now this is just childish and unnecessary," she muttered, now distracted, with a scowl of her own. She wriggled her extremities, finding them free.
Suddenly, Riley was knocked off her feet, a weight suddenly upon her. Blinking up, momentarily dazed, she saw Nihil, and felt a smirk spring to her face. But it disappeared when she heard gunfire and the metallic noises of bullets that hadn't found their marks ricocheting madly off the metal walls.
Rolling out from beneath Nihil, Riley sat up. At once, she caught sight of bloodstains along the back of Nihil's clothes, suspiciously shallow. Riley clicked her fingers, heat surging in her blood as she made the fire blaze faster to melt the foam she was shelled in, waiting for Nihil's blood to start spurting in a grotesque crimson fountain. "What were you - " But the question was lost when Riley noticed bullets lying around on the floor, and no entry wounds on Nihil.
Riley looked at Nihil, scanning her face for a clue, before she broke out a lopsided smile of her own. "Once we're done with this," she said, getting to her feet and stretching out a hand to pull Nihil up with her, smoking foam falling like wax off of her body, "remind me to ask you what landed you here in the first place." And why you haven't bled out from multiple bullet wounds yet, she thought.
She turned her attention back to the Warden. A giant man, pasty pale and hairless, was absorbing an assault of electricity, grenades and the entire arsenal the Warden had to offer. The shirtless man had struck off the chest plate. Riley couldn't set fire to the arms again, in case that just short-circuited the wires and upped the voltage even more as the porcelain man held on.
Another man had done something to the shaft, and now there was a torrent of water. Before Riley could dodge its sweeping path, she felt its current roll over her. Sputtering for air, Riley cursed to herself. "Goddamnit." She shook her head and flicked the worst of the water off her hand, a resistant flame bursting to life in her palms though less brightly. She turned to Nihil, and offered her hand on fire with a jest in her voice again. "Want me to dry you off?" | Name: Riley Pielwood
Alias: NA
Age: 20
Gender: Female
Species: Human
Personality: Snarky and with a love for sharp humour, Riley wouldn’t immediately come across as psychotic to those she meets. Fun-loving and highly appreciative of a few chuckles, Riley makes careless remarks and laughs whenever she will. Though bright and energetic, she hides her claws and filed teeth behind her wide smile, tucked away until her hackles have been raised. Her laughter is bark-like and sharp, as is her bite. She likes teasing people and ribbing them in good fun, but nowhere near as much as she enjoys seeing an expression ranging from dismay to horror to panic to pain unfurl over a face, and knowing she has put it there. She enjoys herself a fair dose of chaos, might instigate it now and then, but she has found that dropping in during the second act isn’t all too bad either. She has an intense weakness for challenges too, and can’t stand being bored, especially if mundane people let her down and fail to fulfill her amusement quota. Sarcasm and sardonicism keep her entertained during lull periods. She doesn’t particularly need to see blood to be satisfied – hasn’t got much of an appetite for it, to be frank – but she will draw it to prove a point if need be. Vindictive, she can get childishly petty and vengeful when she doesn’t get her way. Needless to say, she is not the most mature, but she will do anything for her little sister Naomi.
History:
Riley was born in a rough neighbourhood on the more dingy side of town, to parents who may have loved each other in a previous life but must have ceased all affections somewhere after their honeymoon and before her birth. It was a crumbling union of two unfortunate souls too prideful to separate that Riley witnessed as a toddler, loathed as an child and overlooked as an adolescent. It helped matters none when her mother got pregnant again and Riley got herself a younger sister at nine. Of course, it was left to Riley to look after the thing right after it was weaned. It took all of six months for her to get attached to little Naomi, but once she began to feel warmth uncoiling in her stomach when looking at the ankle-biter’s rosy cheeks and guileless gummy smile, she was stupidly loyal to a baby. By then, she had gotten herself into a few scuffles, though nothing serious. She would return home with bloody knuckles and bruises blooming anywhere imaginable and her baby sister would brush her chubby grasp over the tender spots on Riley’s skin like a whisper. Their parents had never been big on gentle physical touch, and Riley absolutely lived for those moments. She never lost a fight, and came home daily to coo over Naomi as the dull aches slowly pulsed into faded muscle memory.
Their parents slowly spiraled further and further away, eventually becoming so detached and in need of remedy that the dining table was empty more often than not, as they spent their days languishing in numb, alcohol-induced limbos. That however didn’t bother Riley as much as how bone-dry Naomi’s bottle was getting, and when Naomi got a fever Riley was thrown into absolute panic. She considered it a miracle her sister hadn’t gotten sick earlier – the darkened flat hadn’t been feather-brushed in years, much less properly cleaned, and Riley’s cheeks were growing gaunt and hollow to keep Naomi’s plump but almost, it would seem, to no avail. Riley could see it all – the hunger, the pain – diminishing to naught as she perched owlishly by the crib, desperately clinging onto Naomi’s pudgy fist as she screamed and her face turned ruddy and her little voice choked on her own tears.
The next morning in school, a boy passed a mindless comment that sent Riley rocketing off her seat. She was sick with worry, and the boy was a brainy bespectacled thing who deserved all her resentment because he came from a house that wasn’t falling apart and parents with a love as deep as their wallets. He couldn’t even fight her off with his own fists. Instead, he begged her to stop and tried to sweeten the plea with money. Riley almost scoffed, until she realised what he was offering and plucked him off the ground. He meekly handed her five dollars, but a shaking of his shoulders and a snarl in his pasty face raised the sum to a princely fifteen. With that money, Riley was able to buy milk formula for Naomi. Given another two recesses and a whole playground full of potential victims with cushy families, Riley could pay for a trip to the doctor’s. She attracted strange stares in the waiting room, as she cradled a squalling baby in knobby arms and with cheeks smudged as dark as soot, but she glared at the receptionist and nurses and patients who were all just blockades between Naomi and the doctor until they tore their eyes to the ground.
Naomi got better, but Riley continued to bully the kids, until the pantry was stocked up again and Riley herself began to fill out. When she was twelve, upperclassmen who had seen her exploits during recess where the teachers couldn’t see invited her to play truant with them. She surveyed them warily at first, until they mentioned money. By the time Riley was thirteen, she had become a bully outside of the playground, and ran around with a gang of youths who were all older than her but headed in the same direction. Rogues had already started becoming an issue then, and these gangly adolescents with enough tar in their lungs to reline roads and tattoos snaking around their bodies like vices fantasised living lives of obscene wealth, play, and skullduggery.
They got up to mischief on a daily basis; Riley learnt from the smarter ones how to con and deceive and be wily, for the delayed gratification of whipping the carpet out from beneath the feet of the unsuspecting; the brutish ones with a relish for inflicting pain traded their more sadistic skills for Mathematics tuition; she was given a fair share of whatever profits they could loot. Even if the gang was majorly made up of dim bulbs and dull tools, Riley was saving up handsomely, and they made her laugh and lightened her heart even if they lived a story set against the most grim of backgrounds. Plus, her thick-as-thieves associates in malice would have gladly jumped a bullet for Naomi, now at four a cute rascal with a smile to melt even the ringleader’s heart and enough naivety to shame Riley, and she was grateful for any protection they could offer, now that she had gotten herself involved in risky business. But she lived every day laughing and playing with her sister, running around and wreaking havoc around town with teenagers as mad and starved for the intangible as her, and it was a good life to live.
But then it all went wrong when Riley turned seventeen, and had herself upgraded to an organisation which was bad news on a whole new scale. Naomi would ask why Riley didn’t go see their usual friends, and Riley would never tell her that those usual friends were absolutely paltry compared to her new ones. But her new affiliation offered so many more benefits – namely, an income, if she did her job.
But because the one above was too long, I added in this summarised version, because I can understand it would be a pain to read through the whole thing.
Riley was born in a rough neighbourhood on the more dingy side of town, to parents who may have loved each other in a previous life but must have ceased all affections somewhere after their honeymoon and before her birth. She later had a little sister by the name of Naomi at the age of nine, who came to care intensely for. She would often get into fights in school, but always came home to Naomi and for that she was grateful.
Their parents then stopped providing for them, and it worried Riley that Naomi was getting less and less fed. When Naomi got a fever Riley was worried sick, and after beating up a rich boy in school realised she could extort money from her classmates, using what she unjustly earned to buy milk formula for Naomi, pay for her health, and feed the family again.
When she was twelve, she became involved with a gang of youths who were all older than her but filled to the brim in the head with fantasies of being rogues. Riley learnt from the smarter ones how to con and deceive and be wily, for the delayed gratification of whipping the carpet out from beneath the feet of the unsuspecting; the brutish ones with a relish for inflicting pain traded their more sadistic skills for Mathematics tuition; she was given a fair share of whatever profits they could loot. She stayed on because she was earning and learning, and running amok with these people lifted her spirits.
But then it all went wrong when Riley turned seventeen, and had herself upgraded to an organisation which was bad news on a whole new scale. Naomi would ask why Riley didn’t go see their usual friends, and Riley would never tell her that those usual friends were absolutely paltry compared to her new ones. But her new affiliation offered so many more benefits – namely, an income, if she did her job.
What Got You Famous:
The same problem happened; I'm so sorry.
And she did. She did do her job, got herself paid and told to rest on her laurels until something else came along and they called on her duty again. She did her job several times over, and did it well even if it would make her stomach turn. But she overcame her squeamishness quickly enough, and only pursed her lips when she did her job. But somebody else didn’t. Somebody else screwed up, and Riley was awakened one night by Naomi’s screaming, her parents’ shouting, and the door to her room being kicked down.
She was seventeen. A seventeen-year-old girl caught in her bed in nothing but boxers and a singlet, eyes still bleary from sleep and squinting into the spotlight shone on her, as her little sister cried at the doorway, held back by parents who now gave their undivided attention. Perhaps she wasn’t exactly what the ARGO team had been expecting when they crashed into her house on an overnight mission to round-up members of a rogue organisation they had just dismantled, because there was a beat of absolute silence from the officers – armed with impressive weaponry and decked out in bulletproof vests and suits which all looked overdone now – before they started to order her to the ground, voices ricocheting in the cramped room.
When Riley failed to comply, one of them reached forward to roughly drag her off the bed. But it had been a long time since Riley had slept, sure of her safety. Before the officer could even blink, she had dragged the serrated edge of the dagger she kept beneath her pillow into the flesh of his underarm.
Howling, he let her go, falling back and failing his arm so that blood flew everywhere. Pandemonium peaked, and Pandora’s box opened in that room itself as voices exploded and rifles were whipped into the hunter’s crouch, aimed right at her heart. Another soldier tried to advance, and the hand holding the dagger twitched to right beside her ear, ready to be thrown.
Caught in this stalemate, everyone became motionless, except for Naomi who broke free of her parents’ hold to push against the back of an officer’s legs, desperate to get through, crying for Riley even though her entire front was splattered with another man’s blood. The officer turned sharply then, every instinct lit and every nerve strung high, and swung the barrel of his rifle down as he peered at Naomi.
It was aimed right at her sister.
I cannot lose her. With a flick of her wrist that was too easy – so familiar, so simple – Riley threw the dagger. It embedded itself deeply in the chink of armour that had been revealed as the soldier craned his neck downwards. In a spray of blood from the back of his neck, the soldier gave a last sputter and fell.
A body was flung at her, pinning her at once against the floor. Riley landed on her back, the breath flattened out of her. She started to wrestle with the man, scratching at his face and knocking his visor askew, all the while hearing the high-pitched shrieks of Naomi. She made a claw-like shape with her hand, whipping it forth to rake her nails down the man’s face. Unexpectedly, the man yowled anew when tongues of flame licked his face.
His comrades who had scrambled to save the fallen life whirled around to find Riley struggling to her feet, gazing in awe at her right hand now swallowed in fire. She looked up, to see soldiers with eyes full of intent to bring her down, and waved her arm around, a torch that roared with life as she yelled, “Stand back!”
Obstinately, the team advanced, and she flung her hand at them. Fire sprung to life behind a man’s ears, and he scrambled to beat it out. But try as he might he continued to burn. New screams filled the room, and hesitantly the team began to recoil.
There was a window just paces away from where Riley stood. She was just about to leap for it, when she heard Naomi – all screams now dead – whimper, “Make it stop.”
It was enough to strike Riley dumb; that pause was enough for what remained of the force to bring her down and innovatively bag and handcuff her hands. But she remained limp, lifeless, beneath them, hearing on endless repeat Naomi’s plea. Once she was hauled upright to be taken away, Riley bent to Naomi’s level long enough to say goodbye, before she was heaved into an armoured truck; before she could say – hypocritically – stay out of trouble, be good; before she could hear her sister burst into tears again.
Riley’s story gained renown. After all, a girl whose hand spontaneously combusts into flame is never conventional. Reporters craving a juicy story martyred her when word got out how subdued she became once she heard her little sister call out for her. The efforts to make her a saint only intensified when a journalist shallowly researched her background to hit upon the sheer depth of Riley’s care for Naomi. But it was all useless, because Riley was labeled a rogue dangerous to society, locked away somewhere by officials who made threats wily-nily to Naomi’s life knowing it would control Riley enough for them to poke and prod her to their hearts’ content, and no amount of media press was ever going to get her out.
Naomi worked with the organisation for a while, fully aware that it was nasty business but getting over her qualms about it for the money she and Naomi were dependent on. But then somebody made a mistake, and an ARGO team came to round up members of the rogue organisation they managed to dismantle. They kicked down their way into her room before the eyes of her parents and Naomi. They woke her up abruptly, and when one of them tried to roughly drag her off the bed, she cut him with the dagger she slept beneath her pillow.
Both parties conscious that the other was dangerous, everyone became motionless, except for Naomi who pushed against the back of an officer’s legs, trying to get to Riley. The officer turned at the push, and swung his rifle in such a way that the barrel was aimed at Naomi. Afraid at once of losing her sister, Riley threw the dagger and it cut into the back of the soldier’s neck.
One of the men pinned her to the floor, and while trying to fight him off, Riley’s hand burst into flame, causing him to yowl and fly back. Riley used her hand now aflame to ward them off, and set a man’s ears on fire from a distance. This gave the rest of the team cause to pause, and while Riley thought about jumping out the window as the men all burned at her feet, she heard Naomi whimper, “Make it stop.”
The fight left Riley then, and she was immediately hauled away. Her story gained renown, for the sheer shock factor of Riley’s inflammatory powers, and the selling point that was her love for her sister. Riley however was labeled a rogue dangerous to society, and locked away by officials who made threats wily-nily to Naomi’s life knowing it would control Riley enough for them to poke and prod her to their hearts’ content.
Equipment: Daggers. Lots and lots of daggers. She has a belt to carry rows of them like teeth, but she lost it when she was taken into custody from her home. But she has plans to fashion a new one from scratch if need be.
Powers/Abilities: Knife-handling. Riley can severely injure anyone with a blade in hand, and even out of hand. Her daggers always fly in the trajectory she wants.
She can control flame as well. Fire will burst to life in her palms, or fingertips, or a flammmable object at a reasonable distance - Riley enjoys being able to light candles without having to get up. She can put out a fire if she wills it, and adds in a little of her own fire as well. Her brand of flame is very difficult to put out too. Riley likes to joke that pouring milk over it helps, though the actual trick is to deprive it of oxygen. On a large-scale however that would prove problematic. She can also increase the temperature of her skin to an alarming pitch, so as to scald and give first-degree burns to anyone who tries to grab her. But she can’t sustain too high a temperature for too long; Riley has enzymes too that she doesn’t want denaturing.
Weakness: Mention harm to Naomi, and if she thinks you can make good on that promise, she will suppress herself. (If not, it will only enrage her) Drenching her with water would work well to stop her from committing more arson too, I guess.
Secret Hideout: Old, and rustic, the tree-house stands in the tree-tops, desolate and away from traffic. It used to be an old haunt for vagabonds and the way-less, and it's just right for Riley if she wants to be alone to think, or if she wants to kip a night.
Relationships: None so far with rogues or heroes, but she loves her sister Naomi dearly. She knows a few rogues who carved some names for themselves but ever since being locked away she hasn't heard from them. She has contacts, but they're all far away in her hometown, and distant from the years apart. |
2,059 | 41 | 35 | 893 | 1,256 | What flowed through Semyaza wasn't pain while he was in the grip of the wardens whip. The pain was there, of course. It simply wasn't the generals focus. Something else welled up and eclipsed the pain so completely it was as a drop of water in the sea.
Rage. Pure anger. Grabbing something and electrocuting it was a time honored tactic among Grigori warriors. For a human creation to utilize such an attack was to spit in the face of Semyaza's fallen comrades. He was so angry he didn't even notice when the root released him, didn't even feel the impact when he stopped. His eyes remained rooted on the enemy in front of him. He pounded the ground with his fist and jumped to his feet with a flourish ready to reprimand the thing so that it might know the reason it's demise was going to be exceptionally painful, his vision not wavering even as the robot surged with murderous intent. Surely, he thought, this would be a good battle!
That was about when he got stepped on. Just as he hadn't noticed that what arrested his flight was Rose, Rose in turn had apparently not noticed him in her rush to do battle. He was slower getting up onto his feet this time, and was only up to a kneeling position when a fragmentation grenade landed right in front of him. The resulting explosion threw him up onto the wall, where he was struck with a foam grenade nearly instantly. The foam expanded and stuck him there, but was still expanding when a smoke grenade landed in it and became stuck. This to exploded, releasing its payload directly over him.
"Simple trifles!" He yelled. "This will stop me not for a momen-"
If the smoke hand not been blocking his sight he would have endeavored to escape sooner rather than stopping to gloat. As thing stood he didn't the missile that had followed up the smoke grenade. He certainly saw the explosion though.
The blast was intense enough to not only destroy the foam but rebound him off the wall and send him flying across the room. Right over the head of the warden, in fact, whom he managed to fix with a steely glare for the half-moment before he tumbled over his head and onto the ground behind him. Rolling to his feet again he kept that glare and laughed heartily, wondering if this fool robot really thought one mere missile could oh yeah okay that many might do it.
A half-dozen eager little missiles had tracked his movement through the air and had decided that he was a much sexier target than any of the other, squishier, targets in the room. He brought out his wings and wrapped them around him a second to late as six explosions sounded off in succession.
Semyaza stumbled slowly out of the smoke, skin scorched and partially melted from the heat, and managed to slur out "Tha' all ya' ghot?" As if to answer his question he was bowled over by a sudden torrent of water.
General Semyaza would one day learn that there exists inappropriate times to gloat.
But this is not that day. | Name: Semyaza
Alias: General Semyaza, Greatest Warrior of the Grigori Empire
Age: Indeterminate. Aged over 200 years, and then spent a great deal of time sealed in an urn floating through space.
Gender: Definitely masculine.
Species: Grotesque Idol given life via strange alien magic.
Personality: Semyaza was brought to life to do two things: conquer and destroy. This he does in the name of his Queen, whom he was sworn undying loyalty towards. He is an incredibly prideful warrior who is incapable of turning down a challenge, and despite himself has a flair for the dramatic. He is not well versed in anything that does not pertain to battle or destruction and is both literal minded and disturbingly naive. He's still working out how to make decisions for himself now that he doesn't have the Queen to tell him what to do. He considers humans trash to be exterminated, but his loyalty to the Queen is so great that he will throw away his pride and work with them if there's even the slightest chance of reviving her.
History: Semyaza was brought to life in a far off star system by an evil witch named Queen Grigoria and waged a two hundred year war leading her armies of Groteque Idols in an attempt to steal the star systems throne from its rightful ruler, the wise Lord Metatron. In the final moments of the conflict, however, Lord Metatron sacrificed himself to save his people. Sealing himself, Grigoria, and Semyaza into a magic urn and having it cast into space to drift forever among the stars...
WGUF-What Got You Famous: ...until it had the misfortune of slamming into our moon, cracking it and releasing Metatron, Grigoria, and Semyaza. Grigoria immediately set her sights on the nearest planet, resolved to CONQUER EARTH, and began building up her army. The weakened Metatron slipped away, however, falling to Earth and passing the last of his powers to five teenagers so that they might defend their home from this threat. Semyaza would face them personally several times while leading Grigoria's ground troops. The last and most memorable took place in Tokyo, where he was magically grown to a hundred stories high in order to do battle with them and their giant robot. He was struck down, but not killed for fear of the collateral damage should he explode in the densely packed city. A few hours later the spell wore off, he shrunk to regular size, and was carted off by ARGO authorities for imprisonment and study.
Powers/Abilities/Skills/Talents: Semyaza has strength, stamina, and endurance far beyond what any ordinary human can muster. He can survive deep underwater and in a vacuum of space indefinitely. His arms can stretch out like snakes. He can fire a battery of high powered lasers from his eyes, as well as purple lightning out of his hands. Two blades spring out of the gauntlets above his wrists that curve inward and are capable of slicing through nearly anything. His cape can transform into batlike wings that allow him to fly.
In addition he is very interested, after years of watching Queen Grigoria do it, in carving Grotesque Idols of his own and thinks he might have the basic technique down. He just doesn't have the sheer magical force that allowed her to churn them out on a constant basis.
If he dies he explodes into a massive fireball, and is somehow able to speak without having a mouth.
Weakness: Being exposed to religious paraphernalia weakens his powers. Holy symbols, holy places, holy people, even prayer if spoken by a true believer. Anything that gives off "the same wavelength as Metatron's power" is poison to him. A long enough exposure would render him completely helpless.
Secret Hideout: A castle on the moon that he can't currently reach unless he wants to fly all the way there himself. Contains a teleportation pad (broken), a extensive library of magic tomes, a telescope with which to view anyone or anything on Earth, and a workshop for creating Grotesque Idols. The castle now lies in complete ruin from the final battle against Queen Grigoria.
Relationships:
-The Teen Angels: Probably in their twenties by now, come to think of it. A three man, two woman team residing in Los Angeles, California. These teens were given the power to defend the world by Lord Metatron, donning magical armor made from his essence and summoning giant robots when things got hairy. Interestingly, each was of a different religious faith. (Nemesis)
-Queen Grigoria: The leader of the Grigori Empire and an evil witch with phenomenal magical power. Defeated in an epic final battle and resealed in the urn, which is now hidden...somewhere. (Glorious Leader)
-Azazel, Sariel, Ezekiel, Armaros, Baraqel, and Arakiel: Semyaza's direct subordinates, each killed in turn by the Teen Angels. (Dead friends) |
2,060 | 41 | 36 | 2,654 | 2,774 | The fight going on in front looked to be going good, but then it appeared that the robot warden could revive himself thanks to tinier little robots that repaired his body. Baal decided that they would also need his assistance in this battle and he reached down inside of himself to find the power for a spell. That was when something appeared to make Craftchenco freeze up for a moment and then the robot went a total warpath to try and kill them and fired off missiles and other projectiles straight at them. Baal went on the defense and cast his shielding spell.
"Shield of Insidiousness" he said clearly and a barrier of writhing and snarling demonic entities formed around him and took the brunt of most of the raging robot's attacks. Once he was protected, Baal then used another spell and since his options were limited thanks to his current power level and the fact that they were fighting a robot.
"Demonic Force!" he shouted and then shoved out his palm in the direction of Craftchenco. Almost immediately the robot would be hit by an insanely powerful invisible wave of force that was strong enough to shatter thick concrete. For the sake of his temporary allies still trying to fight the metal beast at close distance, he tried to keep his centered on the part of the robot that wasn't being attacked, but there was chance that they could be potentially crushed by the wave of force. | Name: Baal
Alias: Lord Baal
Age: is actual age is unknown, but he has been around for over 4000 years.
Gender: male
Species: unknown, appears to be humanoid
Personality: Baal is the definition of evil to many, his insidious nature and pleasure in using his powers to bring insanity and chaos over the vast dimensions have made him feared by most. Before he became Lord Baal, he wasn't evil and had a woman he loved dearly, but it was her murder and the death of most of his people that drove to hate those that had robbed him of so much that drove him to make his deal with the godlike demons known as the Dark Ones who were beyond human comprehension. Ever since his pact with the Dark Ones he plunged into darkness and his evil is immense.
Baal is extremely cunning and will always try to find ways to manipulate others into doing what he wants. He is amazingly charismatic and persuasive, which is how he has been able to grow his cults on earth. His intelligence and ability to pray upon the human psyche makes him very formidable. Baal will show no mercy to his enemies and will delight in making them suffer as much as possible. He has forced mothers and fathers to watch their children die horribly as punishment for going against him. He has made children see their parents brutally murdered and try to turn them into cult members.
Some would wonder why such an evil being could exist, Baal would answer that love was to blame. It was because he loved so much that his hatred made him into what he was now. Baal demands obediance from his followers and will regularly use terror and public killings to demonstrate his power and authority. Baal prefers to use his cult members to do tasks for him if they aren't of great importance and there is only one being he truly fears and that's God. His biggest flaws in terms of a mental weakness is his superiority complex and large ego.
History: Baal was born millennia ago to a world very different from our own. It was a world of almost constant conflict and filled with brutality and savagery. His people whose name has slipped from history and memory were engaged in a massive war with the Ozarian empire. Baal grew up in the wake of this horrible conflict and saw many that were close to him die, but he still found love in a woman who called his sun and moon. Unfortunately for Baal she would be brutally murdered by Ozarian forces and made him watch before they tried to kill him.
He was however saved by the Dark Ones when they heard his primeval scream of hatred at seeing his beloved killed. The demons made everything around them freeze as if time itself had stopped and then offered Baal the chance to see revenge by making a pact with them in exchange for his soul and eternal devotion. Baal agreed without a second thought thanks to the huge well of hatred inside him, and the Dark Ones give him a piece of their awesome power. Baal felt their black magic flow through him and the power was almost overwhelming.
The demons then vanished and time seemed to revert back to normal. Baal immediately unleashed his new power and slaughtered all in his path. When the enemy forces were defeated, Baal saw that they had managed to kill all of his people and he was now the last of them. He soon had his vengeance and wiped out of the Ozarian empire. With his world a war torn wasteland, he sough to establish a new society, one that worshiped the Dark Ones. The demons soon returned to him and told of his quest to spread cults dedicated to them throughout all dimensions and Baal now consumed by his darkness fervently agreed to their task.
After attaining the power to traverse dimensions, Baal began to spread the cults of the Dark Ones to many different worlds. Some worlds were too faithful and righteous to conquer, but he was immortal and could wait for a time when they would become weak in faith. Eventually he came this world in the distant past and was worshiped as the god Baal, gaining many much reverence. His cults spread by a large amount, but then the emergence of Christianity saw his cults become obsolete in the wake of the new religion and he dared to not challenge God seeing his great power.
Baal decided that he would wait and come back to this dimension when Christianity was less powerful. He waited for thousands of years, but he has now returned. He played a role in influencing the formations of the hellfire clubs during the times of the founding fathers of America and he played a subtle role in the creation satanic cults. With the advent of the scientific age humanity has less faith in the Abrahamic religions and that has given Baal the power to start spreading his cults again. Every action has both a positive and negative reaction.
Equipment: He is in possession of a number of powerful magic artifacts with dangerous properties. All of his artifacts are mystically bound to him and he can summon them to and from a sub-dimension when he needs them and they will vanish anyone else tries to use them.
Fiend Staff: his demonic looking magical staff helps him focus his insane power and it has the power to transform into archaic weapons such as swords, spears and axes.
Knife of Murder: He has ceremonial knife that he uses during rituals, which has the power to pierce the soul when he stabs someone with it.
Ring of Gonnar: This ring that he wears in his right index finger allows him to traverse dimensions without the use of rituals.
Robe of Flight: the robes he wears give him the ability to fly.
Powers/Abilities/Skills/Talents: Baal controls incredibly powerful black magic taught to him by extra-dimensional demons and wields immense power that makes him appear to be like a god to his mortal followers. This magic grants him several abilities that he has mastered completely as well as a great number of spells. His knowledge in the black arts and the occult are immensely high.
Immortality: he doesn't age and cannot die of old age, which is how he has been alive for thousands of years.
The Black Arms of Hastor: This spell creates black demonic spectral arms that will assault his opponents both physically and spiritually.
The Black Flames of Ondar: Baal shoots fire that made up of black hellish flames. Unlike ordinary fire it does more than just burn his enemies, it also burns the soul.
Shield of Insidiousness: He creates a barrier of demonic spirits that can protect him from physical and spiritual attacks, the power of this barrier is determined by how much magic he puts into it.
Nightmarish Illusions: This spell allows Baal to create frightening illusions to scare and distract his opponents.
Demonic Force: Baal hits targets with a wave invisible force that can use to either knock things away or draw them closer to him.
Fiendish Summoning: he can summon lowly demons from a hellish dimension to attack his enemies.
The Eye of Madthros: By channeling a huge amount of magic Baal can assault his opponents' minds with horrifying images and terrible pain. They have to be looking into his eyes.
Ritual of Corruption: This occult ritual that includes drinking Baal's blood is done to corrupt initiates in his cult and turn them to evil. It takes an hour to complete, but it's how his cult has grown so large.
Mind of The Demon: This spell protects him from having his mind read or assaulted by psychic attacks.
Weakness: All things holy can weaken him and silver is always a big weakness that can be exploited if used as a weapon. While his magic is incredibly powerful, it will become taxing on his body if he uses high powered spells for too long. The effects of his spells can be negated with black or white magic that is of greater strength than his power.
Secret Hideout: His HQ is a dark castle that is located between dimensions. There are doors that are located throughout the world, but it requires black magic to open. It is guarded by demons and some of his high ranked cult members
Relationships: His main relationship is with the Dark Ones and his cults, but he has made many enemies over the course of his reign of terror.
The Angels of God: they are a group made up of divine angels and divinely powered followers of the Christian faith. They are his worst enemies and spread out across dimensions to battle his evil cults.
Followers of Monotheist religions: Anyone who is believes in Christianity, Judaism and Islam are his enemies and he will try to see all three of these religions destroyed.
The Dark Ones: they are extra-dimensional demons that grant Baal is power and they are the only authority that he bows to. They have plans for the multiverse, but it is secret between only them and Baal. |
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Warden:
Right after his initial attack, the machine lost all senses. WAR Machine mode made him nothing more than a solider awaiting orders, and right now his only oders are to kill everyone.
He registered that one of the targets had tried to get his attention. Then two non-human life forms had stopped his entire motion. He then attacked the larger one with missiles and grenadesbegan to fire at him.
Then a large torrent of water came down ontop of him. The water kept coming down on him and started to seep into every nook and crack, shorting out his all of his elecrtical systems. With critical systems warnings going off, Craftchenco moved to plug the hole but was stopped when his main systems started to shutdown. In his final moments, Craftchenco initiated Protocol Deep Sea. Its main function was as a last resort. It would sink the entire
Cell Block to the bottom of the bay and everyone in it.
The deal was sealed when two different things happend; Blackwell had shatterted his entire front chassie, and destroyed the energy cell hidden behind it. The an emence power came and shattred his entire spinal section. The robot's upper half fell over and he finished the input for the protocol right before he died out. Now he just lay there, a lifeless pice of metal.
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All around them syrens were going off, and red lights flashing, soon after the defeat of the warden. A annoying voice began to speak: "Protocol Deep Sea now in affect. All staff please proceed to life boats. I repeat..." It said the same thing over and voer again. Then a few loud metal scraping clicks could be heard, loud thundering clicks. Soon after the clicks you could feel the entire stucture start to shift slowly, it was sinking into the sea.
The only exit being the wide open bay doors. Out side was a sinking concreet walk way that lead to sinlgle docking. At the station was the top of a submarine that was waiting for the rogues. Inside was an elderly man with butler atire, he had the air of a wise graandfather and stood waiting fo his guest.
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Mr.Sinister:
After watching the battle, Sinister felt like he had accomplished something. But he was a little upset that he had not coverd all his bases, this lead to Deep Sea being put in affect. Sinister did not worry though, they would not drown, plus Jenkins was waiting for them.
He pulled up the PDA com-link and turned it on. The rogues would be able to hear him, whether it was in their hands or not. He cleared his throat and began to speak.
"Congradulations on passing your first exam childeren. I hope you had fun with Craftchenco. Did you enjoy my little added gift, it was a fun addition right? The little killing machine did not disapoint. But alas, it is time to leave. There is a sub waiting for you down by the dock. In the sub is Jenkins he is my butler.
Now make sure you play nice or he might kill you. He wil be taking you to a warehouse owned by me. Enjoy the ride!" | Name: Ek'ork
Alias: The Founder/Eroric (those who cannot say his name call him Eroric)
Age: 345
Gender: Male
Species: Descender
Personality: Ek'ork is a temperamental man. Most of the others of his species are all very respectful of their prince, but the human soon learn that he is quick to snap at any one. Like any prince when he ask for something he expects it no matter what, or there will be sever consequences. When coming to Earth he did not like their customs and traditions at all and had a problem adjusting. His mind is not one so easily conquered. It is vast, unlike humanity who can only use 5-16% of their brain capacity, his people can use up to 60% and it makes them different. They are numb to most human emotions and he does not quiet understand right and wrong just yet.
History: Ek'ork lived as a prince on his home world, it was a dying planet and his people knew that, they understood that it was a dog eat dog world and the royalty had the biggest say in anything. Due to his fathers falling health it was getting close to the crowning ceremony, where the prince eats the father while he dies. In his society the minds of the people are connected by a mind link. Being an all male society, the more dominant males have royal blood in their veins and have better control over the others, acting as the queen bee of the planets hive. While the weaker males have little to know royal blood and are the worker bees.
Ek'ork was next in line to take over the crown , which is know as the nexus. The Nexus is the hub for the mental links, which is why the kings get older and older as the years go on. So the previous king will find another 'proper' male and they would grow an egg using both of their genes.
This is how Ek'ork came to be, his father (mother) was a warrior and fought in the many different wars waged by his people, while his other father (father/the king) has been ruling for 1000 years. He has just reached maturity and was now fit for the crown and just as he finished eating his father alive and accepting the Nexus, his world puffed out its last breath. Everything was falling apart and now as king Ek'ork had made the decision to leave, grabbing his only reaming father and trusted advisers, he left the little red world and watched it explode. HE could feel the instant deaths of millions of his people and it was a pain he will never forget.
They found Earth by accident and thought it was a world easily inhabited. So they landed in secret and soon began to watch the humans before striking. There were only about 250 of his people left and after 5 years of observation they strike. What he did not know was that they had been found out and the humans were ready for him. 3 years of long war later and his population had been dropped down to 65. He called for peace and bought it with advanced technology and money.
After the war he bought he and his people their 'humanity' and American Citizenship he took up home in Lochwell. He was, is, and will be an impatient man so he did not really get human customs and traditions until he ate one. This is how his people relay information form other people. They did not even speak English or any other Earth language until he ate his first human.
WGUF-What Got You Famous: After the war and a few years of living in Lochwell, Ek'ork was called in by the president for a 'check-up' and followed suit. He went ot the white house and met the previous president, an arrogant man who did very many disrespectful looking things to Ek'ork's POV. Growing enraged by the minute Ek'ork finally snapped and ate the man. The first human he every ate was the president of the united states and he did it in a savage manner. Blood and leftover body parts could be seen throughout the Oval Office. He was apprehended on the spot and sent to ICF for permanent incarceration. His people were not reprimanded though and still run his gang on the outside.
Equipment: He has a war suit that he wears during combat.
Powers/Abilities/Skills/Talents:His people are naturally strong in nature, being able to life ten times their weight like ants, they also have their own martial arts system. He was trained by a warrior and bred for combat. His strikes are hard and he can kill anything in 10 different ways or more. He is a hunter and has instincts like one. Due to him having the Nexus his brain usage jumps to 75%. This gives him prime control over his own body. He can control two different things, his density. Making himself as light as a feather, giving him flight, or as heavy and hard as a star, giving him an added punch. Ek'ork can phase through objects as well bye reducing his density to allow him to go through solid objects, or vice versa.
Weakness: Ek'ork is a King of his people, this mean a lot. The Nexus is a heavy burden and even though he will not die for many thousands of years (due to low population) Using the Nexus is a great burden and a last resort. After it gets used he needs time to recover from fatigue, duration depending on how long he has been using. He is not bullet proof by any means, only when he is using the Nexus, but during normal combat he can be shot and cut and broken like anyone else. Also his massive structure is a problem in many cases, small confined spaces are not his forte and he sends people do that for him.
Secret Hideout: The Mothership of his people is hidden some where in the Pacific ocean, but their base of operations and only access point is in a bar owned by him.
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2,062 | 41 | 38 | 531 | 3,680 | Rose looked around at the others for a moment before giving a huff at them. She changed back into her more human looking for again. She had noticed Baal though, someone that she had known from before. Rose had to admit the battle wasn't exactly easy, if it had been a human she would have had an easier time but robots were immune to many of her attacks. After seeing General Semyaza come out of the smoke burned earlier she couldn't help but giggle a bit, this being was most amusing to her. "You need to learn a limit you know that?" Rose said walking towards the general and looking up at him. Rose was a good deal shorter than this man, but she was sure that she was more powerful than him, even in her human form. He would most likely end up being her new toy so long as Baal didn't try to steal him.
Rose headed towards the sub ahead of them, once she saw the butler all she could think of was trying to eat him. However once she heard the PDA go off she also heard that he was supposed to be there, and in truth she didn't know how to pilot a submarine anyways. Eventually she found a stool to go and sit on, it started float up a bit as she sat on it. It was nice to be able to use her powers again now and she was going to take advantage of it as much as she could. | Name: Rose Grinda
Alias: Bloody Rose
Age: Looks 16 is actually around the age 500 years old
Gender: Female
Species: Witch
Personality: Rose is a very quiet girl for the most part. However when provoked she will start to scream like a banshee and act erratically sometimes walking on the ceilings even. One her favorite ways to lure in pray is start crying to attract attention to herself, then once her victim comes in close enough she executes whatever plan she may have for that person, be it eating them, or making them see their worse night mare. Rose has no actual goal other than to cause misery to everyone she deems a deserving of facing misery.
History: Rose was born in the town of Salem just before the witch trials began. She had a loving family however her mother was later accused of witch craft and burned at the stake. After witnessing this Rose ran into the forest soon getting herself lost. She eventually found a cave that was blocked off with many warning signs.
She went into the cave despite the warning signs seeing it as shelter. As she went deeper into the cave she noticed many different glowing crystals. All of them were glowing red, and seemed to glow brighter when she got closer to them. As Rose went to sleep that night she started to hear voices, many of them offering kind words to her. The voices even taught Rose various things, one of them was what they called “The oath of Joy.” Which was actually a ritual where one paints a symbol onto their hands and stomach then recites a few lines before being possessed in exchange for immense power.
After being possessed Rose returned to Salem now a full blown witch of immense power. She killed those who had wronged her mother, she killed each of them in dark places however that weren’t in the public eye. Some were killed at brothels, others killed in taverns. Once Rose finished her business in Salem she left the town that was now in utter chaos accusing each other of being witches.
Rose continued to live as an urban legend in various places for the next 500 years, showing misery to others who came in her path, and killing and eating those she deemed a threat.
WGUF-What Got You Famous: Rose was made famous through the urban legends of her luring in and terrorizing victims who then spent the rest of their lives in mental institutes. She really became famous however when there was a horror movie made about her that was extremely popular, it was called “The Bloody Rose.”
Powers/Abilities/Skills/Talents: Rose can be torn apart but she will always live through it, however she can be killed through burning her however keeping her still for that is the hard part. Rose also has various magical abilities, one of them being that she can change her body into that of a Creature with a giant mouth that can eat a person in two bites. Rose can make various objects in a room float as long as they are the size of a small lamp. Another power of Rose is illusions as well as levitation.
Weakness: Fire is her most well-known weakness however she has another weakness of being trapped by circles of salt, or just salt in general. Salt prevents her from using her abilities as well.
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2,063 | 41 | 39 | 893 | 1,256 | My limits have been tested only once in my entire existence. Semyaza said, still a little bit punch drunk. He failed to mention that he had been found wanting in that test.
Walking to the fallen body of the warden he gripped it under the chin and began to pull. His muscles bulged unnaturally and, accompanied by the screaming sound of tearing metal and the snapping of wire, he tore the head right off the robot and set it on his shoulder to carry. Adjusting the weight until he was satisfied he could tote the head comfortably he set off toward the bay doors and the submarine. | Name: Semyaza
Alias: General Semyaza, Greatest Warrior of the Grigori Empire
Age: Indeterminate. Aged over 200 years, and then spent a great deal of time sealed in an urn floating through space.
Gender: Definitely masculine.
Species: Grotesque Idol given life via strange alien magic.
Personality: Semyaza was brought to life to do two things: conquer and destroy. This he does in the name of his Queen, whom he was sworn undying loyalty towards. He is an incredibly prideful warrior who is incapable of turning down a challenge, and despite himself has a flair for the dramatic. He is not well versed in anything that does not pertain to battle or destruction and is both literal minded and disturbingly naive. He's still working out how to make decisions for himself now that he doesn't have the Queen to tell him what to do. He considers humans trash to be exterminated, but his loyalty to the Queen is so great that he will throw away his pride and work with them if there's even the slightest chance of reviving her.
History: Semyaza was brought to life in a far off star system by an evil witch named Queen Grigoria and waged a two hundred year war leading her armies of Groteque Idols in an attempt to steal the star systems throne from its rightful ruler, the wise Lord Metatron. In the final moments of the conflict, however, Lord Metatron sacrificed himself to save his people. Sealing himself, Grigoria, and Semyaza into a magic urn and having it cast into space to drift forever among the stars...
WGUF-What Got You Famous: ...until it had the misfortune of slamming into our moon, cracking it and releasing Metatron, Grigoria, and Semyaza. Grigoria immediately set her sights on the nearest planet, resolved to CONQUER EARTH, and began building up her army. The weakened Metatron slipped away, however, falling to Earth and passing the last of his powers to five teenagers so that they might defend their home from this threat. Semyaza would face them personally several times while leading Grigoria's ground troops. The last and most memorable took place in Tokyo, where he was magically grown to a hundred stories high in order to do battle with them and their giant robot. He was struck down, but not killed for fear of the collateral damage should he explode in the densely packed city. A few hours later the spell wore off, he shrunk to regular size, and was carted off by ARGO authorities for imprisonment and study.
Powers/Abilities/Skills/Talents: Semyaza has strength, stamina, and endurance far beyond what any ordinary human can muster. He can survive deep underwater and in a vacuum of space indefinitely. His arms can stretch out like snakes. He can fire a battery of high powered lasers from his eyes, as well as purple lightning out of his hands. Two blades spring out of the gauntlets above his wrists that curve inward and are capable of slicing through nearly anything. His cape can transform into batlike wings that allow him to fly.
In addition he is very interested, after years of watching Queen Grigoria do it, in carving Grotesque Idols of his own and thinks he might have the basic technique down. He just doesn't have the sheer magical force that allowed her to churn them out on a constant basis.
If he dies he explodes into a massive fireball, and is somehow able to speak without having a mouth.
Weakness: Being exposed to religious paraphernalia weakens his powers. Holy symbols, holy places, holy people, even prayer if spoken by a true believer. Anything that gives off "the same wavelength as Metatron's power" is poison to him. A long enough exposure would render him completely helpless.
Secret Hideout: A castle on the moon that he can't currently reach unless he wants to fly all the way there himself. Contains a teleportation pad (broken), a extensive library of magic tomes, a telescope with which to view anyone or anything on Earth, and a workshop for creating Grotesque Idols. The castle now lies in complete ruin from the final battle against Queen Grigoria.
Relationships:
-The Teen Angels: Probably in their twenties by now, come to think of it. A three man, two woman team residing in Los Angeles, California. These teens were given the power to defend the world by Lord Metatron, donning magical armor made from his essence and summoning giant robots when things got hairy. Interestingly, each was of a different religious faith. (Nemesis)
-Queen Grigoria: The leader of the Grigori Empire and an evil witch with phenomenal magical power. Defeated in an epic final battle and resealed in the urn, which is now hidden...somewhere. (Glorious Leader)
-Azazel, Sariel, Ezekiel, Armaros, Baraqel, and Arakiel: Semyaza's direct subordinates, each killed in turn by the Teen Angels. (Dead friends) |
2,064 | 41 | 40 | 637 | 359 | Falcon looked down at the broken machine. It seemed defeated, but then it had looked that way before as well. Just to be certain, he lifted the dented power pack out of its chest cavity and gave it a few good whacks with his metal bar. Better safe than sorry, after all.
The ground shook, driving him to one knee, but safety was in sight, and anywhere that was within sight, he could be. He revelled in the warm sunlight, basking in it for the first time in weeks, when the PDA in his pocket went off again. The message and tone were infuriatingly condescending, but he held back his tongue from making a cutting remark back at the device. He owed this man his freedom, and so he could tolerate a little disrespect. Just how much would remain to be seen, but for now he was determined to be civil.
Falcon approached the watercraft and hailed the butler, reaching out to shake his hand. | Name: James Edward Falcon
Allias: Falcon
Age: 32
Gender: Male
Species: Human
Powers: Falcon can cause objects around him to change size, growing or shrinking into perfect scale replicas of themselves without changing density. A secondary ability allows him to teleport to anywhere he can see.
Appearance: Falcon has narrow grey eyes set above a prominent nose and a slim, clean-shaven face. He keeps his dark hair short, and was typically known to go around in a smartly-tailored business suit and tie. His torso is solidly built though not overly muscular, and his long legs take him to a height of 190 centimetres. (Picture to come)
History: James Falcon came into his abilities as a young man and, seeing that his powers were less well suited to flying though the skyline fighting criminals, he instead entered the world of business. His talent for growth and long-term strategic thinking saw him rise to prominence at a young age.
Because of his belief that superbeings should use their abilities to make the world better, he put much of his wealth funding altruistic projects. He put money into refugee camps and disaster relief, and funded drug research and subsidies where he felt that the government was falling short. As time passed and his business empire grew, his philanthropy also branched out to supporting political campaigns of candidates he felt had good priorities, then to supporting the cases of criminals whose actions he believed were justified, such as those who used dubious methods to expose corruption or exploitation. It was when he was found to be sheltering two of these men in his mansion while police were searching for them that he himself was arrested for obstructing the course of justice and trumped up charges related to his use of financial resources to exert undue influence on politics.
James did not resist his arrest and agreed to stand trial, confident in his assertions that the good he did for the world far outweighed the bad and that others would see that and overlook his breaking the letter of the law for upholding its spirit. He was dead wrong. A number of his political and business rivals piled in on the case, pushing for as harsh a sentence as possible, and he was sent to prison for five years. As a regular prison would be unable to hold him and no suitable facility was near to hand, he was extradited and sent to a secure facility designed to hold the most hardened violent supervillains, the ICF.
Horrified and insulted by this turn of events, he brooded on his anger and frustration, and so the supervillain Falcon was born. The people who had put him here, he decided, were incompetent fools. He had spent a long time plugging holes in a broken system with his own hard work and donations, but to truly help, much more would be required. The whole system needed to be broken down and rebuilt from the ground up, and the people in charge needed to know what they were doing and be able to see it through. People like Falcon. This would be his new mission in life, and arriving in jail, he had plenty of time to plan.
Personality: James Falcon is not an impulsive man. Rather, in all things he prefers a cautious, calculating, strategic approach. To him, knowledge is power and the way to get what one wants is by careful planning and precise execution. He prefers his own company when ruminating on these things and reacts irritably to distraction, though he will happily share his ideas and talk at length at more appropriate times. He is possessed of great determination and drive to reach his goals, and, facilitated by his approach above, has usually been successful. He truly does want to make the world a better place, but this ambition has been twisted by his anger and frustration about the ineffectiveness of government at achieving meaningful changes. He has become proud, vengeful and ruthless.
Strengths: Falcon’s most formidable asset is his strong intellect, which allows him to use his abilities to full effect in a number of situations. This is backed up by his sharp senses and good reflexes.
Weaknesses:
Falcon’s teleportation ability only enables him to move within his line of sight, which limits its usefulness when it’s dark or his vision is otherwise obscured. He can take one other person with him or an equivalent amount of material, but no more.
His size altering powers do not work on himself or any other humans.
He dislikes being thrust into situations without warning, as his best strength comes from planning ahead and being able to control his environment.
Secret Hideout: As mentioned above, Falcon is not from Lochwell City, so he has no current base in the city. What he does have, however, is his emergency Swiss bank account, which he started when he first entered business and has been feeding ever since in case some unforeseen disaster should make the rest of his fortune inaccessible.
Equipment: For now, a prison jumpsuit. But just you wait until he can get out and get creative!
Relationships: James has immense respect for The Chief, a superhero from his hometown who doesn’t just catch criminals, but spends just as much time using his abilities to be helpful to law-abiding people. This is supering done right, in his opinion.
“Superbeings are not bound by the laws of men. We are born with the power to break the laws of nature itself, and are bound to step in and use that power when ordinary systems fail to protect mankind. I spent years trying to prop up the current system and plug its gaps with my powers, never realising that what it was beyond all hope of repair. Similarly, I reject my sentence under your legal code and instead answer to a higher moral law. It now demands that I step in not to uphold civilisation, but to destroy it. I will burn everything down to the bedrock and start over, This time, I will be in charge and I will see things done right.” |
2,065 | 41 | 41 | 641 | 893 | Nihil lifted herself from the ground. It appeared that the fight was over, but she was interested in leaving quickly. She had little taste for the prison now, and the robotic warden may rise once again. Rile spoke to her, voicing an interest in getting to know her. Nihil had already regretted saving the girl. She had no interest in making friends, an exercise which would be pointless for one such as Nihil. As the group made their exeunt Nihil moved quickly past Riley, speaking briskly as she passed, "Do not think that we are friends just because I saved you." She said flatly.
The submarine now lay before her, a proverbial ark to save the rouges. Nihil entered the vehicle, paying little heed to the butler or the annoying squawking of 'Mr. Sinister' in her ear. She had one sole interest outside of the walls of the prison, and it certainly didn't lay with this rag-tag group of rouges. For now her cooperation with them was merely a means to an end, born from interest in the resources their would-be savior could offer. She stepped inside of the vehicle, finding a quiet spot sit away from the foot traffic of the rest of the vessel. | Emma Summers | Nihil
Age: 29
Gender: Female
Species: Human
History: In the year 1986 a new kind of weapon was bred in the wind-swept desert of Afghanistan. The pressure of the Cold War has been on a steady rise, and it soon exploded in conflict. The Russian invasion of Afghanistan created a new warzone for the US to fight a proxy war against communism. Naturally they sided against Russia, supporting the Afghani Mujahideen. This war served as the backdrop of a highly illegal and highly unethical experiment conducted in the dark depths of the US Military-Industrial Complex by a secret group of researchers, unknown to all but a very select number of US Government officials. The question was simple: How does one create the perfect soldier? The first solution was technological: A serum that greatly increased the physical capabilities of a solider, additionally bestowing them with a number of 'super powers' that would aid them in their job. The second was much darker. In science there is an experiment that is considered taboo. Dubbed "The Forbidden Experiment". What would happen to someone if they were deprived of exposure to language of any sort? The researchers designed an evocative experiment: A child deprived of human contact. Taught by machines. Gradually exposed to the world through video and picture. Kept in peak physical condition. Raised by technology to be a soldier that had no regard for human life or their own life, instilled with unflinching obedience. Combined with their newly invented 'super-serum' this child was to be the ultimate soldier. The child had no name, but the researchers gave her a nickname: Nihil. A Latin word best described as meaning 'the absence of anything'. Nothingness.
It was at the age of twelve that Nihil was given her first mission. The Soviet–Afghan War was already over, but the Cold War was still on and researchers were eager to see the fruits of their labor. An operation was called by the general who was privy to the details of the experiment, buried in layers of deniability. The mission was simple: Capture a Soviet outpost. It was a task for a group of highly trained soldiers. Instead a little girl was sent in.
The mission, needless to say, was a success. Nihil proved to be highly capable in combat, and it seemed that all the programming and experimenting had indeed created the perfect soldier. As time went on the US's 'secret soldier' went on more missions, always proving successful against the most unlikely of odds. Every time it was the same: She'd receive her orders, be dropped into the hot zone, carry out her mission, exfiltrate, and then return to isolation, or to the training room connected to her cell, but she still always never saw a single person. The only times she had human contact was through the scope of a rifle. The only voices she heard where the screams of her targets. But something had to give, the shroud of isolation couldn't be kept forever. There was one variable that the researcher's couldn't control: Themselves. They weren't bad people... or maybe they were, but they felt remorse. Some of them were unable to handle the kind of research they were doing. Some were entirely uncaring, seeing Nihil as nothing more than a subject. But almost all of them were quelled by their paycheck. Almost.
One of them faced the ultimate struggle: Love. One of the researchers who spent countless hours observing Nihil came to feel a strange paternal affection for the girl who he had twisted into a soldier. It happened slowly, but it happened nonetheless. One day Nihil was sitting in her cell, as she always had, when something unexpected came through the slit in the door that had always delivered only food: A flower, and a note. The clean, white, sterile, surgical cell, devoid of anything but the basic necessities of life and a computer screen through which she had been educated had suddenly been invaded by a small speck of color. The facility rose in a panic. Their carefully controlled experiment had suddenly been thrown askew. The never anticipated one of their own going so far in mutiny.
Nihil picked up the note, felt the paper. The words which she had only ever seen etched into a computer screen. Researchers scrambled. She couldn't read it, they couldn't let her. It would likely destroy their work. As the mutinous researcher had been carried away, the door to Nihil's cell opened and for the first time she had seen a face on the other side of it. A stern face, a human face, reaching for the note. Suddenly her world had been thrown into question. Thoughts that never came to her, question that she had never come to ask. Who was she? Who were they? What are they? Who are the people she killed? Why did she exist?
Something snapped inside her. She understood that they did something wrong to her, the note made it clear. The girl easily overpowered the researcher, slamming his face against the wall and leaving a bloody smear. Their experiment was over. How could it succeed? No one can stem the very basis of human nature. They had reached too far. The girl they bred for war, of course, had no problem escaping from their confines after that. What was once a sterile research lab was sullied by blood. No one in the research staff, not one of the guards, nor one of the numerous other unholy experiments, not one of the janitors, or the maintenance workers, or the soldiers lived. They had created a monster.
An unfeeling monster that wanted nothing more than to feel.
As she emerged from the depths of the facility she emerged into a unknown environment. She had only ever known desert and mountains and the lab. This place was different. The mountains reached taller, scraping against the sky above. The ground was not sand, but concrete. Around her stood none of the 'Soviets' she had been taught were the enemy. Instead she was surrounded by people. Unfamiliar people. Numerous people, countless people. They stared at her: A teenage girl soaked in blood, carrying a rifle, clothing tattered. One of them called the police. Nihil was already gone, running away into a world she knew very little about.
Soon after that she found herself taken back into the fold of the US Military. Escaping wouldn't be that easy. It had been something they had prepared for. They could track her, of course. But things were different as she returned. She came to learn the name of the general in charge of the experiment: Brook. General Dalton Brook. He, like many of the researchers, came to see that the experiment was a mistake, so he extended an offer to reintegrate her into society with support from to government. The price was simple: Nihil's secrecy. No one would know where she came from. She wanted to know what life was like outside of confinement. She agreed.
She was soon re-educated, placed into an apartment, taught how to live like a 'normal' person. They gave her money. They gave her freedom. They gave her a name, Emma. They even let her join the VA. She was technically still a veteran, after all. But it wasn't enough for her. How could it be? She soon came to recognize what they took from her. What she could never get back. She was still a warrior, no matter what they did. She still couldn't feel like any other person. She still couldn't know what it was like to really be normal. So she disappeared, again. This time she made sure they couldn't follow. She used her powers to escape, again, and never looked back. She also promised herself one thing: She would exact revenge upon General Dalton Brook.
After that she slipped into the criminal underworld. By day she kept on her mask: The mask of a normal person, pretending to feel the emotions she could never feel. By night she was a rouge. Her powers made her a natural fit. She still only knew how to be a soldier. Assassination was her trade. She still felt nothing when she took a life. She felt no remorse. She wanted to hurt the people who hurt her and the people who didn't hurt her. She wouldn't be satisfied until everyone bled. But one thing still kept her sane. One thing kept her from being a psychopath: The memory of the flower and the note she had received from the one person who had loved her. The note she still kept with her. The note no one else would ever see. Part of her wanted to hurt, but part of her wanted to feel. Part of her wanted to discover the emotions she never knew.
As the years went on she felt her life become meaningless. She only lived to live. The feeling still wasn't there. She came to realize he joy that she once thought she felt when she killed was false, engineered by the researchers. She still wanted to kill Dalton Brook, but it seemed unattainable. He was half a world away. She felt trapped. And then one day during her 'late night activities' she was caught by a hero. Captain Power. She could've escaped. It would've been easy with her powers. But she gave up. She let herself get caught. He was confused, but took her in. And that was it. She was sent to prison, buried behind layers of security designed to prevent her escape. She couldn't be stopped. Ironically her powers made escape quite easy for her. But she didn't care. It was just like old times.
"I can leave whenever I want."
Personality: Nihil is devoid of emotion. She strives for it, but it's always out of reach. She's only felt emotion twice: Hatred for the people who authorized the experiments conducted on her, and a small moment of happiness hen she read a letter penned by the only person who has loved her. She is almost entirely apathetic towards existence, only driven by her goal to kill General Dalton Brook. She has no friends, has never tried to make any friends, and is seemingly unable to make friends. How can someone with no emotion have friends? She's entirely confident in her abilities, convinced that nothing can stop her, no matter how incorrect that might be. She rarely speaks, and isn't very easy to work with, instead preferring to operate solo.
Powers/Abilities/Skills/Talents: Nihil's principal talent is mastery with almost all forms of weaponry. She is a highly skilled marksman, able to use a sniper rifle to make shots that no normal human can make. She has a supreme reaction time and can slow her breathing to the point where it is almost impossible to discern if she is actually alive. Her senses are also highly heightened, furthering her skill as a marksman. Her skill with guns is so great that she can shoot the individual blades of a helicopter while they are in motion. She has been trained in the art of 'gun-kata', a form of martial arts that integrates hand to hand techniques with gunplay and the statistical study of a gunfight, allowing her to very accurately predict and then react to the patterns that her enemies will use, making her a very deadly foe against groups of enemies. She is of course, by extension, highly skilled in hand-to-hand combat and swordplay. The serum given to her also has imbued her with more 'super-human' abilities. She is more durable than an average person, able to survive a number of gunshots or a long fall, has strength comparable to a man twice her size. One of her principal abilities is they power to move at speeds that are almost imperceptible, appearing as little more than a blur. Additionally she can jump much higher than the average human, around the height of 20 feet. This allows her supreme mobility, letting dart quickly across the battlefield in a blink of an eye.
Weakness: Nihil's first weakness is her highly heightened senses. Although this at first seems to strictly be an advantage she is prone to sensory overload, extreme smells or loud sounds can have highly adverse effects on her. Additionally it is worth nothing that although she is more durable than the average human, unlike many super humans she is still very susceptible to gunshots or other physical damage. She might be durable, but she is very far from invulnerable. Finally the super-serum has had some adverse effects on her. She is prone to intense migraines, which in the past has not served her well in battle. The serum may have more negatory side-effects that remain unseen.
Secret Hideout: Nihil has no secret hideout, only a shitty apartment,
Relationships: The only feeling Nihil has for any person is the hate she feels for the General. |
2,066 | 41 | 42 | 1,576 | 358 | Riley only laughed at Nihil's straightforward words. "Oh, I like that girl," she snickered to herself, watching Nihil's back. Her palms now dry, she could feel her fire gaining strength, and Riley shook her head like a wet dog once more before she put it out. Didn't want to go smoking up the submarine that had appeared in theatric time with Mr Sinister's announcement.
Riley walked up to its door, and stepped in. She turned to the butler - a spiffed up old man, but apparently lethal if Mr Sinister were to be trusted - and asked conspiratorially, "Any chance you could hook us up with some weapons? Daggers? I would take a steak knife at this point."
Riley made her way towards the back of the submarine, taking a stool and dragging it between her legs. Straddling it with wide-spread knees, she propped her elbow up against the smooth, cool wall and leaned her temple against the heel of her hand. She was looking forward to some down-time now that the adrenaline from the fight was slowly ebbing away and the thrill of freedom was losing its overpowering sweetness. And in the rancours of that, lay a silent reminder of why Riley had chosen to bind herself to a team of strangers - powerful, and just a little bit insane.
I'm getting to you, Naomi. Riley drummed her fingers against the curving metal surface, and then curled them into a fist. Her stare was vacant, seeing not the old butler or the other Rogues, but a girl with hair spun of gold and a smile that just radiated sunshine. Riley was dark as far as she was concerned, with blood on her hands and enough sins to make up one hell of a resume for Satan to mull over, but somehow none of that corruption had touched Naomi, despite their proximity, their shared DNA. Please wait for me. | Name: Riley Pielwood
Alias: NA
Age: 20
Gender: Female
Species: Human
Personality: Snarky and with a love for sharp humour, Riley wouldn’t immediately come across as psychotic to those she meets. Fun-loving and highly appreciative of a few chuckles, Riley makes careless remarks and laughs whenever she will. Though bright and energetic, she hides her claws and filed teeth behind her wide smile, tucked away until her hackles have been raised. Her laughter is bark-like and sharp, as is her bite. She likes teasing people and ribbing them in good fun, but nowhere near as much as she enjoys seeing an expression ranging from dismay to horror to panic to pain unfurl over a face, and knowing she has put it there. She enjoys herself a fair dose of chaos, might instigate it now and then, but she has found that dropping in during the second act isn’t all too bad either. She has an intense weakness for challenges too, and can’t stand being bored, especially if mundane people let her down and fail to fulfill her amusement quota. Sarcasm and sardonicism keep her entertained during lull periods. She doesn’t particularly need to see blood to be satisfied – hasn’t got much of an appetite for it, to be frank – but she will draw it to prove a point if need be. Vindictive, she can get childishly petty and vengeful when she doesn’t get her way. Needless to say, she is not the most mature, but she will do anything for her little sister Naomi.
History:
Riley was born in a rough neighbourhood on the more dingy side of town, to parents who may have loved each other in a previous life but must have ceased all affections somewhere after their honeymoon and before her birth. It was a crumbling union of two unfortunate souls too prideful to separate that Riley witnessed as a toddler, loathed as an child and overlooked as an adolescent. It helped matters none when her mother got pregnant again and Riley got herself a younger sister at nine. Of course, it was left to Riley to look after the thing right after it was weaned. It took all of six months for her to get attached to little Naomi, but once she began to feel warmth uncoiling in her stomach when looking at the ankle-biter’s rosy cheeks and guileless gummy smile, she was stupidly loyal to a baby. By then, she had gotten herself into a few scuffles, though nothing serious. She would return home with bloody knuckles and bruises blooming anywhere imaginable and her baby sister would brush her chubby grasp over the tender spots on Riley’s skin like a whisper. Their parents had never been big on gentle physical touch, and Riley absolutely lived for those moments. She never lost a fight, and came home daily to coo over Naomi as the dull aches slowly pulsed into faded muscle memory.
Their parents slowly spiraled further and further away, eventually becoming so detached and in need of remedy that the dining table was empty more often than not, as they spent their days languishing in numb, alcohol-induced limbos. That however didn’t bother Riley as much as how bone-dry Naomi’s bottle was getting, and when Naomi got a fever Riley was thrown into absolute panic. She considered it a miracle her sister hadn’t gotten sick earlier – the darkened flat hadn’t been feather-brushed in years, much less properly cleaned, and Riley’s cheeks were growing gaunt and hollow to keep Naomi’s plump but almost, it would seem, to no avail. Riley could see it all – the hunger, the pain – diminishing to naught as she perched owlishly by the crib, desperately clinging onto Naomi’s pudgy fist as she screamed and her face turned ruddy and her little voice choked on her own tears.
The next morning in school, a boy passed a mindless comment that sent Riley rocketing off her seat. She was sick with worry, and the boy was a brainy bespectacled thing who deserved all her resentment because he came from a house that wasn’t falling apart and parents with a love as deep as their wallets. He couldn’t even fight her off with his own fists. Instead, he begged her to stop and tried to sweeten the plea with money. Riley almost scoffed, until she realised what he was offering and plucked him off the ground. He meekly handed her five dollars, but a shaking of his shoulders and a snarl in his pasty face raised the sum to a princely fifteen. With that money, Riley was able to buy milk formula for Naomi. Given another two recesses and a whole playground full of potential victims with cushy families, Riley could pay for a trip to the doctor’s. She attracted strange stares in the waiting room, as she cradled a squalling baby in knobby arms and with cheeks smudged as dark as soot, but she glared at the receptionist and nurses and patients who were all just blockades between Naomi and the doctor until they tore their eyes to the ground.
Naomi got better, but Riley continued to bully the kids, until the pantry was stocked up again and Riley herself began to fill out. When she was twelve, upperclassmen who had seen her exploits during recess where the teachers couldn’t see invited her to play truant with them. She surveyed them warily at first, until they mentioned money. By the time Riley was thirteen, she had become a bully outside of the playground, and ran around with a gang of youths who were all older than her but headed in the same direction. Rogues had already started becoming an issue then, and these gangly adolescents with enough tar in their lungs to reline roads and tattoos snaking around their bodies like vices fantasised living lives of obscene wealth, play, and skullduggery.
They got up to mischief on a daily basis; Riley learnt from the smarter ones how to con and deceive and be wily, for the delayed gratification of whipping the carpet out from beneath the feet of the unsuspecting; the brutish ones with a relish for inflicting pain traded their more sadistic skills for Mathematics tuition; she was given a fair share of whatever profits they could loot. Even if the gang was majorly made up of dim bulbs and dull tools, Riley was saving up handsomely, and they made her laugh and lightened her heart even if they lived a story set against the most grim of backgrounds. Plus, her thick-as-thieves associates in malice would have gladly jumped a bullet for Naomi, now at four a cute rascal with a smile to melt even the ringleader’s heart and enough naivety to shame Riley, and she was grateful for any protection they could offer, now that she had gotten herself involved in risky business. But she lived every day laughing and playing with her sister, running around and wreaking havoc around town with teenagers as mad and starved for the intangible as her, and it was a good life to live.
But then it all went wrong when Riley turned seventeen, and had herself upgraded to an organisation which was bad news on a whole new scale. Naomi would ask why Riley didn’t go see their usual friends, and Riley would never tell her that those usual friends were absolutely paltry compared to her new ones. But her new affiliation offered so many more benefits – namely, an income, if she did her job.
But because the one above was too long, I added in this summarised version, because I can understand it would be a pain to read through the whole thing.
Riley was born in a rough neighbourhood on the more dingy side of town, to parents who may have loved each other in a previous life but must have ceased all affections somewhere after their honeymoon and before her birth. She later had a little sister by the name of Naomi at the age of nine, who came to care intensely for. She would often get into fights in school, but always came home to Naomi and for that she was grateful.
Their parents then stopped providing for them, and it worried Riley that Naomi was getting less and less fed. When Naomi got a fever Riley was worried sick, and after beating up a rich boy in school realised she could extort money from her classmates, using what she unjustly earned to buy milk formula for Naomi, pay for her health, and feed the family again.
When she was twelve, she became involved with a gang of youths who were all older than her but filled to the brim in the head with fantasies of being rogues. Riley learnt from the smarter ones how to con and deceive and be wily, for the delayed gratification of whipping the carpet out from beneath the feet of the unsuspecting; the brutish ones with a relish for inflicting pain traded their more sadistic skills for Mathematics tuition; she was given a fair share of whatever profits they could loot. She stayed on because she was earning and learning, and running amok with these people lifted her spirits.
But then it all went wrong when Riley turned seventeen, and had herself upgraded to an organisation which was bad news on a whole new scale. Naomi would ask why Riley didn’t go see their usual friends, and Riley would never tell her that those usual friends were absolutely paltry compared to her new ones. But her new affiliation offered so many more benefits – namely, an income, if she did her job.
What Got You Famous:
The same problem happened; I'm so sorry.
And she did. She did do her job, got herself paid and told to rest on her laurels until something else came along and they called on her duty again. She did her job several times over, and did it well even if it would make her stomach turn. But she overcame her squeamishness quickly enough, and only pursed her lips when she did her job. But somebody else didn’t. Somebody else screwed up, and Riley was awakened one night by Naomi’s screaming, her parents’ shouting, and the door to her room being kicked down.
She was seventeen. A seventeen-year-old girl caught in her bed in nothing but boxers and a singlet, eyes still bleary from sleep and squinting into the spotlight shone on her, as her little sister cried at the doorway, held back by parents who now gave their undivided attention. Perhaps she wasn’t exactly what the ARGO team had been expecting when they crashed into her house on an overnight mission to round-up members of a rogue organisation they had just dismantled, because there was a beat of absolute silence from the officers – armed with impressive weaponry and decked out in bulletproof vests and suits which all looked overdone now – before they started to order her to the ground, voices ricocheting in the cramped room.
When Riley failed to comply, one of them reached forward to roughly drag her off the bed. But it had been a long time since Riley had slept, sure of her safety. Before the officer could even blink, she had dragged the serrated edge of the dagger she kept beneath her pillow into the flesh of his underarm.
Howling, he let her go, falling back and failing his arm so that blood flew everywhere. Pandemonium peaked, and Pandora’s box opened in that room itself as voices exploded and rifles were whipped into the hunter’s crouch, aimed right at her heart. Another soldier tried to advance, and the hand holding the dagger twitched to right beside her ear, ready to be thrown.
Caught in this stalemate, everyone became motionless, except for Naomi who broke free of her parents’ hold to push against the back of an officer’s legs, desperate to get through, crying for Riley even though her entire front was splattered with another man’s blood. The officer turned sharply then, every instinct lit and every nerve strung high, and swung the barrel of his rifle down as he peered at Naomi.
It was aimed right at her sister.
I cannot lose her. With a flick of her wrist that was too easy – so familiar, so simple – Riley threw the dagger. It embedded itself deeply in the chink of armour that had been revealed as the soldier craned his neck downwards. In a spray of blood from the back of his neck, the soldier gave a last sputter and fell.
A body was flung at her, pinning her at once against the floor. Riley landed on her back, the breath flattened out of her. She started to wrestle with the man, scratching at his face and knocking his visor askew, all the while hearing the high-pitched shrieks of Naomi. She made a claw-like shape with her hand, whipping it forth to rake her nails down the man’s face. Unexpectedly, the man yowled anew when tongues of flame licked his face.
His comrades who had scrambled to save the fallen life whirled around to find Riley struggling to her feet, gazing in awe at her right hand now swallowed in fire. She looked up, to see soldiers with eyes full of intent to bring her down, and waved her arm around, a torch that roared with life as she yelled, “Stand back!”
Obstinately, the team advanced, and she flung her hand at them. Fire sprung to life behind a man’s ears, and he scrambled to beat it out. But try as he might he continued to burn. New screams filled the room, and hesitantly the team began to recoil.
There was a window just paces away from where Riley stood. She was just about to leap for it, when she heard Naomi – all screams now dead – whimper, “Make it stop.”
It was enough to strike Riley dumb; that pause was enough for what remained of the force to bring her down and innovatively bag and handcuff her hands. But she remained limp, lifeless, beneath them, hearing on endless repeat Naomi’s plea. Once she was hauled upright to be taken away, Riley bent to Naomi’s level long enough to say goodbye, before she was heaved into an armoured truck; before she could say – hypocritically – stay out of trouble, be good; before she could hear her sister burst into tears again.
Riley’s story gained renown. After all, a girl whose hand spontaneously combusts into flame is never conventional. Reporters craving a juicy story martyred her when word got out how subdued she became once she heard her little sister call out for her. The efforts to make her a saint only intensified when a journalist shallowly researched her background to hit upon the sheer depth of Riley’s care for Naomi. But it was all useless, because Riley was labeled a rogue dangerous to society, locked away somewhere by officials who made threats wily-nily to Naomi’s life knowing it would control Riley enough for them to poke and prod her to their hearts’ content, and no amount of media press was ever going to get her out.
Naomi worked with the organisation for a while, fully aware that it was nasty business but getting over her qualms about it for the money she and Naomi were dependent on. But then somebody made a mistake, and an ARGO team came to round up members of the rogue organisation they managed to dismantle. They kicked down their way into her room before the eyes of her parents and Naomi. They woke her up abruptly, and when one of them tried to roughly drag her off the bed, she cut him with the dagger she slept beneath her pillow.
Both parties conscious that the other was dangerous, everyone became motionless, except for Naomi who pushed against the back of an officer’s legs, trying to get to Riley. The officer turned at the push, and swung his rifle in such a way that the barrel was aimed at Naomi. Afraid at once of losing her sister, Riley threw the dagger and it cut into the back of the soldier’s neck.
One of the men pinned her to the floor, and while trying to fight him off, Riley’s hand burst into flame, causing him to yowl and fly back. Riley used her hand now aflame to ward them off, and set a man’s ears on fire from a distance. This gave the rest of the team cause to pause, and while Riley thought about jumping out the window as the men all burned at her feet, she heard Naomi whimper, “Make it stop.”
The fight left Riley then, and she was immediately hauled away. Her story gained renown, for the sheer shock factor of Riley’s inflammatory powers, and the selling point that was her love for her sister. Riley however was labeled a rogue dangerous to society, and locked away by officials who made threats wily-nily to Naomi’s life knowing it would control Riley enough for them to poke and prod her to their hearts’ content.
Equipment: Daggers. Lots and lots of daggers. She has a belt to carry rows of them like teeth, but she lost it when she was taken into custody from her home. But she has plans to fashion a new one from scratch if need be.
Powers/Abilities: Knife-handling. Riley can severely injure anyone with a blade in hand, and even out of hand. Her daggers always fly in the trajectory she wants.
She can control flame as well. Fire will burst to life in her palms, or fingertips, or a flammmable object at a reasonable distance - Riley enjoys being able to light candles without having to get up. She can put out a fire if she wills it, and adds in a little of her own fire as well. Her brand of flame is very difficult to put out too. Riley likes to joke that pouring milk over it helps, though the actual trick is to deprive it of oxygen. On a large-scale however that would prove problematic. She can also increase the temperature of her skin to an alarming pitch, so as to scald and give first-degree burns to anyone who tries to grab her. But she can’t sustain too high a temperature for too long; Riley has enzymes too that she doesn’t want denaturing.
Weakness: Mention harm to Naomi, and if she thinks you can make good on that promise, she will suppress herself. (If not, it will only enrage her) Drenching her with water would work well to stop her from committing more arson too, I guess.
Secret Hideout: Old, and rustic, the tree-house stands in the tree-tops, desolate and away from traffic. It used to be an old haunt for vagabonds and the way-less, and it's just right for Riley if she wants to be alone to think, or if she wants to kip a night.
Relationships: None so far with rogues or heroes, but she loves her sister Naomi dearly. She knows a few rogues who carved some names for themselves but ever since being locked away she hasn't heard from them. She has contacts, but they're all far away in her hometown, and distant from the years apart. |
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BrigeportEast Docs (Yakuza) 7:30 PM: Mr. Sinister's Warehouse
After escaping the prison, the rogues sat in the sub for about an hour, the tension was thick and the space was cramped. The only one looking comfortable was Jenkins. Soon he announced that they were there and moved to open the hatch. Outside, if you know the city, you would recognize the smell of tobacco, and alcohol. The dark atmosphere and the dim street lights. The large shipment containers and the sound of scrapping metal as they were being lifted and moved by a crane. All of the different Japaneses markings and signs, showing how the Yakuza mark their territory. It was Brigeport, more specifically, the older East Docks. Bridgeport was controlled by the Shinoda Family of the Yakuza.
Jenkins led the group right across the street from the Docks to a warehouse. He input a code into a pad and the lift opened revealing a normal looking space with a small stairs to the right and rows of shelves holding wooden boxes and crates. There were laps hanging above and an air full of dust. The place looked like it had not been used in a while. Once inside the opening closed and Jenkins turned to address the group.
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Jenkins looked at the group with distaste, wondering why he was even here. After the thought and eye roll, he began to speak.
"Hello and welcome. If you did not already know yet, my name is Jenkins, and I have acted as your baby sitter for the past hour. He said bitterly.
"Now you stand in one of the many properties owned by Mr. Sinister. You should be grateful that he choose all of you, if I was him you all would be at the bottom of the ocean but alas I am not so here we are" He said with contempt as he trained his bright red eyes on the group.
"Well let’s get things under way. You all probably have a lot of questions but sadly I am not here to answer them. I am here get you settled in and then I can get back to my real job. Being a butler. Now, the door to your left leads to a lounge room. It has a TV, a Mini Bar, fully stocked I might add, and food. Behind me down this row there is a bunk for each of you with your name on it. He said as he gestured to the door and the row behind him.
"Now I am also guessing that you would like to know more about Mr. Sinister. Well I will only tell you a few things that are important for now. He is a techno- path, and for those of you with low IQs, that means he can control technology with his mind. He was the rogue that sunk Cell Block S. You know the famous one that first man to ever break free of ICF, I know because I broke out with him 15 years ago when the prison first opened. He is a dangerous man and is not one to be played with. After clearing his throat he began to pace.
"There are a few important things you should know. One; inside of you right now there are nanites inside of you, flowing through your veins, making more of themselves from your own matter. Now, before you over react, they are there for a number of reasons, but to put it simply they are meant to act as a leash until you have paid your debt to Mr. Sinister." He said with a smirk at some of their shocked and angry faces.
"What? You did not think that this was a free ride and then you are free to go about still running around like chickens with your heads cut off, most likely to get caught again. Well it is not. And most of you should know that nothing is free when you are working with a master class Rogue. You all accepted his deal when your finger touched the PDA. Tell me did you feel something different after you pressed you thumb against the screen? Well a real rogue would have. When you touched that screen you technically signed a sort of contract. Your thumbs released nanites hidden in the cells of the screen, a small amount, but due to the adrenalin from your fight with the Warden, they spread like wild fire across your bodies. This entire time they have been collecting data on each of you, finding your strengths, plotting your personalities, and doing one key job; finding out how to kill you. Each of you have given enough data, to us, that we have a way to kill each and every one of you. It's amazing isn't it. Now before you all try to kill me remember, there are enough nanites flowing through your bodies to kill you on the spot. This leads me to explaining the rules. Just three simple guidelines, while you are working off your debt to Sinister. First, if you try to leave or run away before the job is done, you will die. Second, if you try to sabotage the mission, in any way you will die, and lastly if you try to kill each other you will die." He finished with three fingers being held in the air.
"Now what I am about to tell you, take it as a sign of good faith. The nanites can be removed but they have to be turned off first and they will be turned off after you finish one job for Mr. Sinister. He needs you to settle a score with a...how do I say this, rivaling faction, for him. You will act as his kill squad and once the job is finished the nanites will turn off and be expelled through your body by..natural means if you can understand that. Then you will be freed." Jenkins said with a full smile that implied more than it meant.
"That is all I have to say. Play nice children and remember don't kill each other. Oh and one more thing, the beds are pre-assigned. Each one containing a tablet that has all the data on you including the "kill switch". So have fun with that. Any questions? No. Well god-bye." In an instant he disappeared. No flashy bang, or magic spell he just vanished in the blink of an eye. Leaving the rogues to wallow with each other and await orders. | Name: Ek'ork
Alias: The Founder/Eroric (those who cannot say his name call him Eroric)
Age: 345
Gender: Male
Species: Descender
Personality: Ek'ork is a temperamental man. Most of the others of his species are all very respectful of their prince, but the human soon learn that he is quick to snap at any one. Like any prince when he ask for something he expects it no matter what, or there will be sever consequences. When coming to Earth he did not like their customs and traditions at all and had a problem adjusting. His mind is not one so easily conquered. It is vast, unlike humanity who can only use 5-16% of their brain capacity, his people can use up to 60% and it makes them different. They are numb to most human emotions and he does not quiet understand right and wrong just yet.
History: Ek'ork lived as a prince on his home world, it was a dying planet and his people knew that, they understood that it was a dog eat dog world and the royalty had the biggest say in anything. Due to his fathers falling health it was getting close to the crowning ceremony, where the prince eats the father while he dies. In his society the minds of the people are connected by a mind link. Being an all male society, the more dominant males have royal blood in their veins and have better control over the others, acting as the queen bee of the planets hive. While the weaker males have little to know royal blood and are the worker bees.
Ek'ork was next in line to take over the crown , which is know as the nexus. The Nexus is the hub for the mental links, which is why the kings get older and older as the years go on. So the previous king will find another 'proper' male and they would grow an egg using both of their genes.
This is how Ek'ork came to be, his father (mother) was a warrior and fought in the many different wars waged by his people, while his other father (father/the king) has been ruling for 1000 years. He has just reached maturity and was now fit for the crown and just as he finished eating his father alive and accepting the Nexus, his world puffed out its last breath. Everything was falling apart and now as king Ek'ork had made the decision to leave, grabbing his only reaming father and trusted advisers, he left the little red world and watched it explode. HE could feel the instant deaths of millions of his people and it was a pain he will never forget.
They found Earth by accident and thought it was a world easily inhabited. So they landed in secret and soon began to watch the humans before striking. There were only about 250 of his people left and after 5 years of observation they strike. What he did not know was that they had been found out and the humans were ready for him. 3 years of long war later and his population had been dropped down to 65. He called for peace and bought it with advanced technology and money.
After the war he bought he and his people their 'humanity' and American Citizenship he took up home in Lochwell. He was, is, and will be an impatient man so he did not really get human customs and traditions until he ate one. This is how his people relay information form other people. They did not even speak English or any other Earth language until he ate his first human.
WGUF-What Got You Famous: After the war and a few years of living in Lochwell, Ek'ork was called in by the president for a 'check-up' and followed suit. He went ot the white house and met the previous president, an arrogant man who did very many disrespectful looking things to Ek'ork's POV. Growing enraged by the minute Ek'ork finally snapped and ate the man. The first human he every ate was the president of the united states and he did it in a savage manner. Blood and leftover body parts could be seen throughout the Oval Office. He was apprehended on the spot and sent to ICF for permanent incarceration. His people were not reprimanded though and still run his gang on the outside.
Equipment: He has a war suit that he wears during combat.
Powers/Abilities/Skills/Talents:His people are naturally strong in nature, being able to life ten times their weight like ants, they also have their own martial arts system. He was trained by a warrior and bred for combat. His strikes are hard and he can kill anything in 10 different ways or more. He is a hunter and has instincts like one. Due to him having the Nexus his brain usage jumps to 75%. This gives him prime control over his own body. He can control two different things, his density. Making himself as light as a feather, giving him flight, or as heavy and hard as a star, giving him an added punch. Ek'ork can phase through objects as well bye reducing his density to allow him to go through solid objects, or vice versa.
Weakness: Ek'ork is a King of his people, this mean a lot. The Nexus is a heavy burden and even though he will not die for many thousands of years (due to low population) Using the Nexus is a great burden and a last resort. After it gets used he needs time to recover from fatigue, duration depending on how long he has been using. He is not bullet proof by any means, only when he is using the Nexus, but during normal combat he can be shot and cut and broken like anyone else. Also his massive structure is a problem in many cases, small confined spaces are not his forte and he sends people do that for him.
Secret Hideout: The Mothership of his people is hidden some where in the Pacific ocean, but their base of operations and only access point is in a bar owned by him.
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2,068 | 41 | 44 | 893 | 1,256 | Semyaza had been unable to actually ride within the submarine. Well, it might be better to say that he would have been able to were it not for his insistence upon bringing the gift. It was a simple Grigori token of gratitude, presenting your benefactor with the head of a powerful enemy, and he was completely unwilling to part with it. So he had leaned up against the tower, held on, and insisted that it would be fine. This is why he was the first to see the city skyline when they surfaced. Following the human to what he hoped would be a meeting with his master so he could get this token gesture out of the way and move on to important things, never having to see any of these people again. Warden Craftchenco's head was a bit to big to fit through the doorway, so he set it outside and followed the man in.
A few minutes later he burst back out the door, screaming, before grabbing the head, giving it a good three spins, and hurling it back across the street, over the docks, and back into the sea with a enormous splash. "FILTHY DISGUSTING HUMAN!" He shouted to the heavens. "Gloat now! Gloat while you can, for I will never forget this trickery! When my kind have subjugated this worthless planet you will have nowhere to run! I will hunt you to the end of my days, giving up my very life if need be, to ensure that you are dragged before my resplendent Queen in chains! You will be as a earth dog, subjected to every torture and indignity we are capable of envisioning. Then, when you are broken beyond repair and rendered into the simpering animal that you truly are, you will be kept alive forever and displayed as a monument to humanities misplaced self-importance! THIS I VOW AS A GRIGORI GENERAL!!!!!"
Then, still seething, and stormed back into the warehouse. Pointedly ignoring every amenity offered he picked a corner, sat down cross legged, and shut all of his eyes. | Name: Semyaza
Alias: General Semyaza, Greatest Warrior of the Grigori Empire
Age: Indeterminate. Aged over 200 years, and then spent a great deal of time sealed in an urn floating through space.
Gender: Definitely masculine.
Species: Grotesque Idol given life via strange alien magic.
Personality: Semyaza was brought to life to do two things: conquer and destroy. This he does in the name of his Queen, whom he was sworn undying loyalty towards. He is an incredibly prideful warrior who is incapable of turning down a challenge, and despite himself has a flair for the dramatic. He is not well versed in anything that does not pertain to battle or destruction and is both literal minded and disturbingly naive. He's still working out how to make decisions for himself now that he doesn't have the Queen to tell him what to do. He considers humans trash to be exterminated, but his loyalty to the Queen is so great that he will throw away his pride and work with them if there's even the slightest chance of reviving her.
History: Semyaza was brought to life in a far off star system by an evil witch named Queen Grigoria and waged a two hundred year war leading her armies of Groteque Idols in an attempt to steal the star systems throne from its rightful ruler, the wise Lord Metatron. In the final moments of the conflict, however, Lord Metatron sacrificed himself to save his people. Sealing himself, Grigoria, and Semyaza into a magic urn and having it cast into space to drift forever among the stars...
WGUF-What Got You Famous: ...until it had the misfortune of slamming into our moon, cracking it and releasing Metatron, Grigoria, and Semyaza. Grigoria immediately set her sights on the nearest planet, resolved to CONQUER EARTH, and began building up her army. The weakened Metatron slipped away, however, falling to Earth and passing the last of his powers to five teenagers so that they might defend their home from this threat. Semyaza would face them personally several times while leading Grigoria's ground troops. The last and most memorable took place in Tokyo, where he was magically grown to a hundred stories high in order to do battle with them and their giant robot. He was struck down, but not killed for fear of the collateral damage should he explode in the densely packed city. A few hours later the spell wore off, he shrunk to regular size, and was carted off by ARGO authorities for imprisonment and study.
Powers/Abilities/Skills/Talents: Semyaza has strength, stamina, and endurance far beyond what any ordinary human can muster. He can survive deep underwater and in a vacuum of space indefinitely. His arms can stretch out like snakes. He can fire a battery of high powered lasers from his eyes, as well as purple lightning out of his hands. Two blades spring out of the gauntlets above his wrists that curve inward and are capable of slicing through nearly anything. His cape can transform into batlike wings that allow him to fly.
In addition he is very interested, after years of watching Queen Grigoria do it, in carving Grotesque Idols of his own and thinks he might have the basic technique down. He just doesn't have the sheer magical force that allowed her to churn them out on a constant basis.
If he dies he explodes into a massive fireball, and is somehow able to speak without having a mouth.
Weakness: Being exposed to religious paraphernalia weakens his powers. Holy symbols, holy places, holy people, even prayer if spoken by a true believer. Anything that gives off "the same wavelength as Metatron's power" is poison to him. A long enough exposure would render him completely helpless.
Secret Hideout: A castle on the moon that he can't currently reach unless he wants to fly all the way there himself. Contains a teleportation pad (broken), a extensive library of magic tomes, a telescope with which to view anyone or anything on Earth, and a workshop for creating Grotesque Idols. The castle now lies in complete ruin from the final battle against Queen Grigoria.
Relationships:
-The Teen Angels: Probably in their twenties by now, come to think of it. A three man, two woman team residing in Los Angeles, California. These teens were given the power to defend the world by Lord Metatron, donning magical armor made from his essence and summoning giant robots when things got hairy. Interestingly, each was of a different religious faith. (Nemesis)
-Queen Grigoria: The leader of the Grigori Empire and an evil witch with phenomenal magical power. Defeated in an epic final battle and resealed in the urn, which is now hidden...somewhere. (Glorious Leader)
-Azazel, Sariel, Ezekiel, Armaros, Baraqel, and Arakiel: Semyaza's direct subordinates, each killed in turn by the Teen Angels. (Dead friends) |
2,069 | 41 | 45 | 531 | 3,680 | Rose gave a bit of sigh, though honestly she didn't care that much, though the part about being able to kill her made her uncombforatble. Most likely the nanites would create some kind of sold within her body and it would destroy her, that or each of them would burst into flames. The flames thing would be a much more probable solution to killing her. Though in truth she understood the idea of an eye for an eye. She often made people pay back their dept as well, normally through cooking her someone or bringing her someone to eat. Due to her being immortal though time wasn't an issue, so long as the nanites weren't permanent she was fine with it.
After a quick look at the tablet she walked out of the room to find Semyaza sitting in a corner. She smiled and started to walk towards him, she was giving out an uncomfortable feeling as she approached him. She absolutely loved men who thought they were in total control, it was even more fun to 'play' with them. "You are an interesting man. Tell me, if you love this queen of yours so much, why hasn't she repaid that love? It might be that she thinks your worthless you know. I mean she never came to try and break you out." Rose said getting closer to him. Making great ones doubt themselves, that was something she loved doing. | Name: Rose Grinda
Alias: Bloody Rose
Age: Looks 16 is actually around the age 500 years old
Gender: Female
Species: Witch
Personality: Rose is a very quiet girl for the most part. However when provoked she will start to scream like a banshee and act erratically sometimes walking on the ceilings even. One her favorite ways to lure in pray is start crying to attract attention to herself, then once her victim comes in close enough she executes whatever plan she may have for that person, be it eating them, or making them see their worse night mare. Rose has no actual goal other than to cause misery to everyone she deems a deserving of facing misery.
History: Rose was born in the town of Salem just before the witch trials began. She had a loving family however her mother was later accused of witch craft and burned at the stake. After witnessing this Rose ran into the forest soon getting herself lost. She eventually found a cave that was blocked off with many warning signs.
She went into the cave despite the warning signs seeing it as shelter. As she went deeper into the cave she noticed many different glowing crystals. All of them were glowing red, and seemed to glow brighter when she got closer to them. As Rose went to sleep that night she started to hear voices, many of them offering kind words to her. The voices even taught Rose various things, one of them was what they called “The oath of Joy.” Which was actually a ritual where one paints a symbol onto their hands and stomach then recites a few lines before being possessed in exchange for immense power.
After being possessed Rose returned to Salem now a full blown witch of immense power. She killed those who had wronged her mother, she killed each of them in dark places however that weren’t in the public eye. Some were killed at brothels, others killed in taverns. Once Rose finished her business in Salem she left the town that was now in utter chaos accusing each other of being witches.
Rose continued to live as an urban legend in various places for the next 500 years, showing misery to others who came in her path, and killing and eating those she deemed a threat.
WGUF-What Got You Famous: Rose was made famous through the urban legends of her luring in and terrorizing victims who then spent the rest of their lives in mental institutes. She really became famous however when there was a horror movie made about her that was extremely popular, it was called “The Bloody Rose.”
Powers/Abilities/Skills/Talents: Rose can be torn apart but she will always live through it, however she can be killed through burning her however keeping her still for that is the hard part. Rose also has various magical abilities, one of them being that she can change her body into that of a Creature with a giant mouth that can eat a person in two bites. Rose can make various objects in a room float as long as they are the size of a small lamp. Another power of Rose is illusions as well as levitation.
Weakness: Fire is her most well-known weakness however she has another weakness of being trapped by circles of salt, or just salt in general. Salt prevents her from using her abilities as well.
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2,070 | 41 | 46 | 893 | 1,256 | Two eyes opened. Just two, on his head. They opened, and they narrowed.
"Queen Grigoria fell in battle with our enemies shorty after I did. Deprived of her shield was was forced to meet our foes herself, and is even now imprisoned somewhere on this wretched rock. I had intended to search for her as soon as I payed respect to Mr. Sinister for the opportunity. Even now the thought of her imprisoned was the only thing keeping me from destroying that butler as he spoke. I can not die until she is free."
It would be accurate to say that Semyaza did not possess the capacity for loyalty. As an artificial being he was very much like an ant. An ant has no concept of such a complex thing as loyalty. An ant operates on something simpler. Something primal. On one of what must be among the oldest emotions on the planet. Rose was entirely correct in her assessment. An ant, like Semyaza, like all Grigori, could be said to be driven by love. Unconditional love, so great as to be unimaginable. A love that crushed like a mace.
It was in this way that he was so much less than humankind.
"I do not believe," he said slowly, "It is possible for you to understand." | Name: Semyaza
Alias: General Semyaza, Greatest Warrior of the Grigori Empire
Age: Indeterminate. Aged over 200 years, and then spent a great deal of time sealed in an urn floating through space.
Gender: Definitely masculine.
Species: Grotesque Idol given life via strange alien magic.
Personality: Semyaza was brought to life to do two things: conquer and destroy. This he does in the name of his Queen, whom he was sworn undying loyalty towards. He is an incredibly prideful warrior who is incapable of turning down a challenge, and despite himself has a flair for the dramatic. He is not well versed in anything that does not pertain to battle or destruction and is both literal minded and disturbingly naive. He's still working out how to make decisions for himself now that he doesn't have the Queen to tell him what to do. He considers humans trash to be exterminated, but his loyalty to the Queen is so great that he will throw away his pride and work with them if there's even the slightest chance of reviving her.
History: Semyaza was brought to life in a far off star system by an evil witch named Queen Grigoria and waged a two hundred year war leading her armies of Groteque Idols in an attempt to steal the star systems throne from its rightful ruler, the wise Lord Metatron. In the final moments of the conflict, however, Lord Metatron sacrificed himself to save his people. Sealing himself, Grigoria, and Semyaza into a magic urn and having it cast into space to drift forever among the stars...
WGUF-What Got You Famous: ...until it had the misfortune of slamming into our moon, cracking it and releasing Metatron, Grigoria, and Semyaza. Grigoria immediately set her sights on the nearest planet, resolved to CONQUER EARTH, and began building up her army. The weakened Metatron slipped away, however, falling to Earth and passing the last of his powers to five teenagers so that they might defend their home from this threat. Semyaza would face them personally several times while leading Grigoria's ground troops. The last and most memorable took place in Tokyo, where he was magically grown to a hundred stories high in order to do battle with them and their giant robot. He was struck down, but not killed for fear of the collateral damage should he explode in the densely packed city. A few hours later the spell wore off, he shrunk to regular size, and was carted off by ARGO authorities for imprisonment and study.
Powers/Abilities/Skills/Talents: Semyaza has strength, stamina, and endurance far beyond what any ordinary human can muster. He can survive deep underwater and in a vacuum of space indefinitely. His arms can stretch out like snakes. He can fire a battery of high powered lasers from his eyes, as well as purple lightning out of his hands. Two blades spring out of the gauntlets above his wrists that curve inward and are capable of slicing through nearly anything. His cape can transform into batlike wings that allow him to fly.
In addition he is very interested, after years of watching Queen Grigoria do it, in carving Grotesque Idols of his own and thinks he might have the basic technique down. He just doesn't have the sheer magical force that allowed her to churn them out on a constant basis.
If he dies he explodes into a massive fireball, and is somehow able to speak without having a mouth.
Weakness: Being exposed to religious paraphernalia weakens his powers. Holy symbols, holy places, holy people, even prayer if spoken by a true believer. Anything that gives off "the same wavelength as Metatron's power" is poison to him. A long enough exposure would render him completely helpless.
Secret Hideout: A castle on the moon that he can't currently reach unless he wants to fly all the way there himself. Contains a teleportation pad (broken), a extensive library of magic tomes, a telescope with which to view anyone or anything on Earth, and a workshop for creating Grotesque Idols. The castle now lies in complete ruin from the final battle against Queen Grigoria.
Relationships:
-The Teen Angels: Probably in their twenties by now, come to think of it. A three man, two woman team residing in Los Angeles, California. These teens were given the power to defend the world by Lord Metatron, donning magical armor made from his essence and summoning giant robots when things got hairy. Interestingly, each was of a different religious faith. (Nemesis)
-Queen Grigoria: The leader of the Grigori Empire and an evil witch with phenomenal magical power. Defeated in an epic final battle and resealed in the urn, which is now hidden...somewhere. (Glorious Leader)
-Azazel, Sariel, Ezekiel, Armaros, Baraqel, and Arakiel: Semyaza's direct subordinates, each killed in turn by the Teen Angels. (Dead friends) |
2,071 | 41 | 47 | 641 | 893 | The submarine ride was thankfully uneventful, with none of the men putting on some ridiculous act of showmanship and no one annoying her for her life story. But Nihil knew that could only last so long. As they emerged from the vessel Nihil had little opinion on their new base. It was serviceable enough. What wasn't serviceable was her arsenal. She was tiring quickly of using her hands and wearing the orange prison jumpsuit. As they filed into the warehouse the butler Jenkins spoke up, with an undue air of superiority. Nihil hardly felt like a butler had a right to presume himself better than her, but she still listened. Nihil's already sour expression soured further. She had sensed a disturbance in her body, the nanites proving to be an unwelcome addition to her biology. How bothersome. As the butler stopped talking Nihil stalked away, ignoring the strange flying creature's outburst. She was prepared for a day when she would be unarmed, of course.
Nihil had disappeared shortly and reappeared quickly, holding a pair of large olive drab cases in each hand. A good soldier was ready for any situation, and Nihil had stashes of supplies hidden securely throughout the city, one luckily falling within the small area of Bridgeport they were allowed to roam without the nanites triggering. She headed back into the warehouse and lay the boxes onto her bunk, but first picked up the tablet provided by Mister Sinister. She glanced over the dossiers of her allies, memorizing the information- not our of personal interest, of course, but because the information may prove useful. She then looked over the information for her 'kill switch'. It appeared that the nanites inside her would create a high-pitched 'whine' inside of her eardrum, which would undoubtedly quickly burst both of them. If the blood loss did not kill her they would then attack her nasal cavity, releasing concentrated capsaicin inside of them, something which would already prove to be incredibly unpleasent against a normal person. For her it would likely be incredibly more unpleasent, and fatal. This proved that Mister Sinister did know as much as he claimed- at the very least he knew her abilities, information very few were privy to. For now Nihil opened the case, confirming that its contents were still safely contained within and not absconded by some ragamuffin looking to get armed. Luckily for her it was all still safe, a small armory that she had prepared.
She began to unpack, first pulling the clothing contained: First was an olive drab crop top, exposing her belly. It was certainly sexy, but that was hardly the point, she cared more for the utility of it, lighter clothing allowing a higher range of free motion. She then pulled a similarly misleading pair of very short shorts. Although the primary goal of the clothing was to allow her to move there was, of course, an important additional psychological effect that could not be discounted. That was to say that male enemies tend to easily get distracted. She said the clothing aside for now, ready to examine her arsenal. First came a pair of AMT Hardballer pistols with an accompanying shoulder holster, one unit with two cross-draw holsters on each side. She set them aside as well, delving further into the confines of the first box, pulling from it an M4A1 sporting an ACOG scope and an accompanying sling. Finally she moved onto the next case, which held one all important weapon: A Barrett M107. Her arsenal was, of course, incomplete without a sniper rifle.
With her 'cargo' now secure she put the weapons and holsters back into the case, stowing it underneath the bed. The clothes still lay there, as she was tiring of the prison jumpsuit. She disrobed in the middle of the bedroom, giving no regard to anyone that may enter. She cared little, why exactly would a soldier raised in isolation care? | Emma Summers | Nihil
Age: 29
Gender: Female
Species: Human
History: In the year 1986 a new kind of weapon was bred in the wind-swept desert of Afghanistan. The pressure of the Cold War has been on a steady rise, and it soon exploded in conflict. The Russian invasion of Afghanistan created a new warzone for the US to fight a proxy war against communism. Naturally they sided against Russia, supporting the Afghani Mujahideen. This war served as the backdrop of a highly illegal and highly unethical experiment conducted in the dark depths of the US Military-Industrial Complex by a secret group of researchers, unknown to all but a very select number of US Government officials. The question was simple: How does one create the perfect soldier? The first solution was technological: A serum that greatly increased the physical capabilities of a solider, additionally bestowing them with a number of 'super powers' that would aid them in their job. The second was much darker. In science there is an experiment that is considered taboo. Dubbed "The Forbidden Experiment". What would happen to someone if they were deprived of exposure to language of any sort? The researchers designed an evocative experiment: A child deprived of human contact. Taught by machines. Gradually exposed to the world through video and picture. Kept in peak physical condition. Raised by technology to be a soldier that had no regard for human life or their own life, instilled with unflinching obedience. Combined with their newly invented 'super-serum' this child was to be the ultimate soldier. The child had no name, but the researchers gave her a nickname: Nihil. A Latin word best described as meaning 'the absence of anything'. Nothingness.
It was at the age of twelve that Nihil was given her first mission. The Soviet–Afghan War was already over, but the Cold War was still on and researchers were eager to see the fruits of their labor. An operation was called by the general who was privy to the details of the experiment, buried in layers of deniability. The mission was simple: Capture a Soviet outpost. It was a task for a group of highly trained soldiers. Instead a little girl was sent in.
The mission, needless to say, was a success. Nihil proved to be highly capable in combat, and it seemed that all the programming and experimenting had indeed created the perfect soldier. As time went on the US's 'secret soldier' went on more missions, always proving successful against the most unlikely of odds. Every time it was the same: She'd receive her orders, be dropped into the hot zone, carry out her mission, exfiltrate, and then return to isolation, or to the training room connected to her cell, but she still always never saw a single person. The only times she had human contact was through the scope of a rifle. The only voices she heard where the screams of her targets. But something had to give, the shroud of isolation couldn't be kept forever. There was one variable that the researcher's couldn't control: Themselves. They weren't bad people... or maybe they were, but they felt remorse. Some of them were unable to handle the kind of research they were doing. Some were entirely uncaring, seeing Nihil as nothing more than a subject. But almost all of them were quelled by their paycheck. Almost.
One of them faced the ultimate struggle: Love. One of the researchers who spent countless hours observing Nihil came to feel a strange paternal affection for the girl who he had twisted into a soldier. It happened slowly, but it happened nonetheless. One day Nihil was sitting in her cell, as she always had, when something unexpected came through the slit in the door that had always delivered only food: A flower, and a note. The clean, white, sterile, surgical cell, devoid of anything but the basic necessities of life and a computer screen through which she had been educated had suddenly been invaded by a small speck of color. The facility rose in a panic. Their carefully controlled experiment had suddenly been thrown askew. The never anticipated one of their own going so far in mutiny.
Nihil picked up the note, felt the paper. The words which she had only ever seen etched into a computer screen. Researchers scrambled. She couldn't read it, they couldn't let her. It would likely destroy their work. As the mutinous researcher had been carried away, the door to Nihil's cell opened and for the first time she had seen a face on the other side of it. A stern face, a human face, reaching for the note. Suddenly her world had been thrown into question. Thoughts that never came to her, question that she had never come to ask. Who was she? Who were they? What are they? Who are the people she killed? Why did she exist?
Something snapped inside her. She understood that they did something wrong to her, the note made it clear. The girl easily overpowered the researcher, slamming his face against the wall and leaving a bloody smear. Their experiment was over. How could it succeed? No one can stem the very basis of human nature. They had reached too far. The girl they bred for war, of course, had no problem escaping from their confines after that. What was once a sterile research lab was sullied by blood. No one in the research staff, not one of the guards, nor one of the numerous other unholy experiments, not one of the janitors, or the maintenance workers, or the soldiers lived. They had created a monster.
An unfeeling monster that wanted nothing more than to feel.
As she emerged from the depths of the facility she emerged into a unknown environment. She had only ever known desert and mountains and the lab. This place was different. The mountains reached taller, scraping against the sky above. The ground was not sand, but concrete. Around her stood none of the 'Soviets' she had been taught were the enemy. Instead she was surrounded by people. Unfamiliar people. Numerous people, countless people. They stared at her: A teenage girl soaked in blood, carrying a rifle, clothing tattered. One of them called the police. Nihil was already gone, running away into a world she knew very little about.
Soon after that she found herself taken back into the fold of the US Military. Escaping wouldn't be that easy. It had been something they had prepared for. They could track her, of course. But things were different as she returned. She came to learn the name of the general in charge of the experiment: Brook. General Dalton Brook. He, like many of the researchers, came to see that the experiment was a mistake, so he extended an offer to reintegrate her into society with support from to government. The price was simple: Nihil's secrecy. No one would know where she came from. She wanted to know what life was like outside of confinement. She agreed.
She was soon re-educated, placed into an apartment, taught how to live like a 'normal' person. They gave her money. They gave her freedom. They gave her a name, Emma. They even let her join the VA. She was technically still a veteran, after all. But it wasn't enough for her. How could it be? She soon came to recognize what they took from her. What she could never get back. She was still a warrior, no matter what they did. She still couldn't feel like any other person. She still couldn't know what it was like to really be normal. So she disappeared, again. This time she made sure they couldn't follow. She used her powers to escape, again, and never looked back. She also promised herself one thing: She would exact revenge upon General Dalton Brook.
After that she slipped into the criminal underworld. By day she kept on her mask: The mask of a normal person, pretending to feel the emotions she could never feel. By night she was a rouge. Her powers made her a natural fit. She still only knew how to be a soldier. Assassination was her trade. She still felt nothing when she took a life. She felt no remorse. She wanted to hurt the people who hurt her and the people who didn't hurt her. She wouldn't be satisfied until everyone bled. But one thing still kept her sane. One thing kept her from being a psychopath: The memory of the flower and the note she had received from the one person who had loved her. The note she still kept with her. The note no one else would ever see. Part of her wanted to hurt, but part of her wanted to feel. Part of her wanted to discover the emotions she never knew.
As the years went on she felt her life become meaningless. She only lived to live. The feeling still wasn't there. She came to realize he joy that she once thought she felt when she killed was false, engineered by the researchers. She still wanted to kill Dalton Brook, but it seemed unattainable. He was half a world away. She felt trapped. And then one day during her 'late night activities' she was caught by a hero. Captain Power. She could've escaped. It would've been easy with her powers. But she gave up. She let herself get caught. He was confused, but took her in. And that was it. She was sent to prison, buried behind layers of security designed to prevent her escape. She couldn't be stopped. Ironically her powers made escape quite easy for her. But she didn't care. It was just like old times.
"I can leave whenever I want."
Personality: Nihil is devoid of emotion. She strives for it, but it's always out of reach. She's only felt emotion twice: Hatred for the people who authorized the experiments conducted on her, and a small moment of happiness hen she read a letter penned by the only person who has loved her. She is almost entirely apathetic towards existence, only driven by her goal to kill General Dalton Brook. She has no friends, has never tried to make any friends, and is seemingly unable to make friends. How can someone with no emotion have friends? She's entirely confident in her abilities, convinced that nothing can stop her, no matter how incorrect that might be. She rarely speaks, and isn't very easy to work with, instead preferring to operate solo.
Powers/Abilities/Skills/Talents: Nihil's principal talent is mastery with almost all forms of weaponry. She is a highly skilled marksman, able to use a sniper rifle to make shots that no normal human can make. She has a supreme reaction time and can slow her breathing to the point where it is almost impossible to discern if she is actually alive. Her senses are also highly heightened, furthering her skill as a marksman. Her skill with guns is so great that she can shoot the individual blades of a helicopter while they are in motion. She has been trained in the art of 'gun-kata', a form of martial arts that integrates hand to hand techniques with gunplay and the statistical study of a gunfight, allowing her to very accurately predict and then react to the patterns that her enemies will use, making her a very deadly foe against groups of enemies. She is of course, by extension, highly skilled in hand-to-hand combat and swordplay. The serum given to her also has imbued her with more 'super-human' abilities. She is more durable than an average person, able to survive a number of gunshots or a long fall, has strength comparable to a man twice her size. One of her principal abilities is they power to move at speeds that are almost imperceptible, appearing as little more than a blur. Additionally she can jump much higher than the average human, around the height of 20 feet. This allows her supreme mobility, letting dart quickly across the battlefield in a blink of an eye.
Weakness: Nihil's first weakness is her highly heightened senses. Although this at first seems to strictly be an advantage she is prone to sensory overload, extreme smells or loud sounds can have highly adverse effects on her. Additionally it is worth nothing that although she is more durable than the average human, unlike many super humans she is still very susceptible to gunshots or other physical damage. She might be durable, but she is very far from invulnerable. Finally the super-serum has had some adverse effects on her. She is prone to intense migraines, which in the past has not served her well in battle. The serum may have more negatory side-effects that remain unseen.
Secret Hideout: Nihil has no secret hideout, only a shitty apartment,
Relationships: The only feeling Nihil has for any person is the hate she feels for the General. |
2,072 | 41 | 48 | 1,838 | 1,623 | Karate Bastard passed the submarine ride in stony silence. It was partially to more quickly recover from the strain of using Buddha's Palm- simply using the technique had killed lesser men. Much, much lesser men. But mostly, he was taking stock of his new allies. If teamwork was to be forced upon him, it was best to know who was capable of what.
And it seemed teamwork was indeed being forced upon him by this mysterious Mr. Sinister, whoever he was. Unlike some of the others, KB did little more than raise an eyebrow at the mention of the nanites- which, it turned out, were poised to release enough curare and cyanide to kill twenty normal people into KB's bloodstream should Keith try anything. Enough to kill him two times over.
Oddly enough, he was not insulted in the least by Mr. Sinister's need to put a leash on him. Instead, KB took it as a mark of respect. A gesture between equals. Mr. Sinister was clearly aware enough of KB's abilities to feel the need to take extreme precautions. The older rogue knew exactly how dangerous Keith could be. So much the better. There would be no misunderstandings.
When Jenkins finished their briefing, Keith found his marked bunk. He shook his head at the laundered sheets and soft pillow, before tearing them off the bed entirely and leaving them in a heap on the floor. KB would sleep on the bare mattress. A man ought not have too much comfort. It makes him soft. That's how men became sooks, like that whimpering little girl. He couldn't believe that weakling Ellie had come along with them, asking other people to fight for her. Pathetic. That bizarre creature, though, the General. The one who had thrown the tantrum. Now that was a creature Karate Bastard could respect. The big pale one seemed alright as well. Maybe working with these people wouldn't be quite so bad.
He spent a few minutes cursing as he tried and failed to work the tablet, before giving up and tossing the thing carelessly onto the bed. Still bare-chested, KB made his way to the lounge in search of food and drink.
He was not disappointed on that front. A fully-stocked bar and a table greeted him. After months of prison food, both looked sumptuous. Although Keith was generally suspicious of luxury, he felt mealtimes were a good time to indulge. Good food was part of a strong body, and good wine part of a happy soul. Smiling genuinely, KB piled a plate with high-calorie, high-protein offerings, then ambled over to the bar and had a look through the glassware. He briefly contemplated a small shot glass before tossing it aside with a sneer. Instead, he grabbed a large water tumbler and filled it to the brim with Lagavulin. KB had picked up a taste for Scotch during his whirlwind tour of Scotland. He had left knowing how to fight with claymore, Lochaber axe, and dirk, not to mention a bevy of traditional wrestling techniques. And of course, he had left behind twelve dead martial artists. He smiled at the memory. Good times.
With gusto, he began to wolf down the food, pausing only to slurp down mouthfuls of expensive whiskey. Keith Blackwell was enjoying his newfound freedom. | Name: Keith Blackwell
Alias: Karate Bastard
Age: 36
Gender: Male
Species: Human
Personality: Keith is massively, incredibly arrogant- there's a reason they call him Karate Bastard. He firmly believes that he is the best martial artist in the world, questioning or denying that will drive him into a blind rage. Keith despises the very notion of weakness and will never admit to making a mistake. Not a man who has or wants any friends, though he will make alliances if it suits him.
History: Keith was born into New Zealand's famous and wealthy Blackwell family, known worldwide for their fine wine. Ensconced in an Auckland penthouse, Keith grew up wanting for nothing and continually having his ego fed. His parents, hoping for a well-rounded child, enrolled him in karate classes at age 15. There was nothing special about it to them, it was the same as the piano lessons, cooking classes, and reading program.
But Keith Blackwell quickly discovered he had an innate talent- a genius, really- for fighting. He understood and mastered the techniques intuitively, surpassing the teachers at his local school in a matter of months. Keith begged his parents to use their money to send him to Okinawa, the birthplace of karate, for a real education in the art. And so, at the tender age of sixteen, Keith Blackwell was put on a plane to Naha.
The training was brutal and merciless, but Keith took naturally to it. His ego grew even further as he became capable of even more outrageous feats, sharpening his body to extremes. He learned meditation, traditional medicine, the use of weapons. But the biggest thrill came after two years of study, when an argument with a drunken local escalated into a full-on brawl. Keith killed the man, breaking his neck with a single blow. It was as he was hiding the body that Keith Blackwell experienced a moment of blinding, glorious clarity- he was destined to be the strongest fighter who ever lived. Anyone who died in his quest to achieve that was merely a mark of his quality, a measure of how he had fulfilled his purpose. The vintage on his family's grapes was counted in years, his destiny was counted in the number of skilled opponents he defeated.
Any pity or compassion that was in him was crushed. After the day's rigors at the dojo, he would quietly slip into the red-light district of Naha and participate in underground fights sponsored by the local Yakuza family. When his actions were discovered by the sensei of the dojo, Keith was immediately expelled. He took the expulsion with a surprising amount of grace- he felt limited by karate.
From there, he traveled the world on his parents' money, learning as much as he could about fighting. Wing chun in Hong Kong, vovinam in Vietnam, fencing in Italy, capoeira in Brazil, dambe in Nigeria, hapkido in South Korea, knife combat in the Philippines, lucha libre in Mexico, savate in France- just a small sample of the eighteen years of intensive training in virtually every martial art he could find an instructor for. When Keith felt he had learned what he wanted to, he would typically challenge (and kill) his teacher and their top students. After all, their deaths were the mark of his success. Lately, he has started seeking out fighters specifically to fight them, for the rush of testing his skills.
WGUF-What Got You Famous: Keith's probably endless quest has just brought him to the United States. The idea of fighting superheroes interests him. As a warmup, though, he decided to take on several of the West Coast's better fighters. A boxer in Los Angeles was decapitated by an uppercut from Keith, a dojo owner in San Francisco had his eyes gouged out. Finally, Keith stormed into the ring during a title MMA match in Lochwell and bloodily murdered both fighters- and the referee, and the security guards who tried to stop him, and a guy with an annoying voice. He didn't resist arrest by ARGO- Keith has heard American prisons are pretty tough, there might be a good fight or two in there before he decides to leave.
Equipment: Karate Bastard will use traditional martial arts weapons on occasion, but does not possess any at the moment- ARGO took them all.
Powers/Abilities/Skills/Talents: Keith Blackwell has an innate ability to understand and master martial arts in short order. Twenty years of study in the discipline has given him tremendous skill at fighting. His intensive training has pushed his body well past what would normally be considered human limits- it is possible that he possesses genuine superpowers but that has never been investigated.
In particular, his speed and reflexes are at the peak of human potential. His strength is such that he can lift half a ton without exertion, and his knowledge of striking technique means that he is able to easily ram his bare fist through a brick wall. In addition, he is far more resistant to pain or injury than the average person and heals much more quickly.
Weakness: Due to his tremendous arrogance, KB will rush into things without any kind of plan whatsoever, without considering the odds against him. As he has done little with his life outside of study martial arts, he is socially backwards and has little understanding of modern technology or society. He has no real ability for ranged combat. Despite his increased ability to withstand injury, he is not impervious to it. Bullets, bombs, poison- it might take more of it than usual, but these things can indeed kill him.
Secret Hideout: None- KB only recently arrived in the country.
Relationships: None. |
2,073 | 41 | 49 | 1,175 | 849 | Nataliya was content to leaving them to fight the robot. She couldn't help but snark when the alien took the Warden's head.
"What're you going to do? Hang it on your wall?" She snorted as she climbed down into the submarine. She leaned against the wall, taking in the rest of the people she was with. She was silent for the submarine ride, as well as the butler explaining.
"Inconsiderate ass." She said, moving back to the lounge where the mini bar was. She grabbed the bottle of Stoli before rejoining the group.
"But I mean, really what did we expect? I thought you were so much more than us? Yet you were tricked just as easily as any other human." Nataliya asked the alien who was screaming. She popped the lid off and took a long gulp, relishing how the liquid burned her throat. She listened to him talk and it threw her for a moment. She had not known a single human capable of anything but deceit. Her husband experimented on her, her brother wouldn't get her out of jail. Her parents raised her as a Princess for a country that detested the aristocracy. It was all very disheartening.
"Perhaps you're right. Don't fault the...man? Eh, don't fault the man for his morals, for we have so few of them." Nataliya said, before taking another sip. She didn't go get the tablet, she didn't wish to know her limitations because that would be acknowledging that she wasn't human. She only used her abilities under times of great duress. Even how she killed was mortal, the only reason she ended up in that damned prison was because of her abilities, on multiple accounts. She finished off the bottle before setting it on the ground. She watched as one of the girls changed, debated being one of those people, did a quick wolf whistle before going to find more vodka. No more Stoli unfortunately but there were a couple bottles of Smirnoff which was almost as good. She grabbed those and made her way back once more, just because there wasn't a better show than a bunch of evil psychopaths all together in one room. | Name: Nataliya Naryshkina
Alias: Kotek
Age: 26
Gender: Female
Species: Enhanced human
Personality: Nataliya Naryshkina is manipulative, and adjusts herself to her chosen victim. However if she is in between victims she can be anywhere between a range of sweet and coy, or sarcastic and biting. Depends on how much she likes you. She likes to have a good time, though. She also is obsessed with watching people go insane before they die. She plays games, but she also has the occasional urge just to watch blood spill from their body.
History: Nataliya Naryshkina was born into former Russian royalty and acted the part. Her brother, who is a current high ranking politician in Russian politics, raised her after her mother died at her birth and her father disappeared. She was raised with a silver spoon in her mouth and she acted like it.
At least until she met Henry. Henry was an American scientist, going to a convention in Moscow who literally ran into her as she was making her way towards the hotel to meet her brother for lunch. It wasn't until the next day when they were introduced, since Sergei, Natia's brother, had ties to the company. He was unintentionally charming and Natia couldn't help but fall in love.
She married Henry after dating for two years, when she was 21 years old. She moved to America with him, and got a job within one of her family's companies. It seems like they never left the honeymoon stage and were contemplating having kids.
Until she saw him slipping something into her nightly tea. He claims it was just honey but she dug in a little more. Made some calls, did some digging. It turns out he was developing a prototype that, like a steroid, would make her stronger however it also improved her senses, her metabolism, and made her faster. These changes we also permanent as it was DNA altering. This would have been fine if the drug didn't have the unfortunate side effect of removing her inhibitions and erasing her moral compass.
She wasn't angry but she wasn't going to let him get away with this so she started to poison her husband. It was slow, over several months, but it would slowly denigrate his mind, making him go insane. Eventually he killed himself, and she inherited his fortune, as well as her own. She had her brother set her up so she could quit her job but so she would be wealthy for the rest of her life, both legally and in various offshore accounts.
If she the drug didn't have the lasting affect it did, this would be the end of Natia's story. However, her psychopathic tendencies stayed with her and over the next year and a half she killed thirty people. Men or woman, she didn't discriminate or have a type. The only mistake they made was that they decided to sleep with her. She would administer a poison, using a small injection usually(like how you administer Ricin) so they don't feel it and it would cause their brain to slowly shut down before they became vegetative. Then the fun would begin. Natia liked to see how much blood would pour out until the heart stopped and the blood didn't move. She got up to 2 pints before she was caught. Her capture was simply bad luck, she managed to seduce a superhero with a tolerance for most drugs. She didn't really mind though, she figured every villain has to spend at least a months in jail. She'd get out soon enough anyways.
Powers/Abilities/Skills/Talents: Better senses, better metabolism, stronger, faster
Weakness: She's only human, a taser will put her down or a bullet or anything sharp and pointy. She's also obsessive, if she has a target or a goal, she won't quit until she does it and it's gotten her in a trouble a few times because of that.
It's mostly a hideout, since it's not in her name but rather her brother's who's a Russian politician with lots of lawyers and a lot of ability to keep the police away. However she will occasionally allow others to meet in someone of the more secret rooms. For a price of course.
Relationships: Her brother, a Russian politician, who will not get her out of jail because if she wanted to learn how to be successful, she needed to learn how to be discreet with her urges.
The Russian mob has several families in it she's close to, or at least respect her for her family name and brother. |
2,074 | 41 | 50 | 2,654 | 2,774 | When the battle concluded, Baal looked at his temporary allies unimpressed with their efforts to bring down the Warden, foolish mortals, always choosing the brutish way fighting a battle he thought to himself and followed the others to the submarine that Mr. Sinister had sent for them. Once in the underwater vehicle, Baal kept to himself and communicated telepathically with the high priests of his cult. They were glad to have finally made contact with him and inquired about what had happened. Baal just told them that he would inform them about his imprisonment later and ended his communication.
After a while the submarine stopped and Baal himself in Brigeport and followed the butler to a warehouse. He wondered why he hadn't just vanished and left the group behind, but he was now curious to find out who their savior was and if he was nothing more than a mortal worm. Once in the warehouse the butler introduced himself as Jenkins and explained how they were in one of the many places owned by the mysterious villain. Then the butler explained the nanites in their bodies that could kill at any moments notice. Baal was not very impressed with this fool's dependence on technology and asked the butler a question.
"please answer me this, how do you or your master know that my magic can't suck the power out these tiny machines? I could drive you both insane before you make them kill" he spoke to the butler as his eyes under his hood glowed an evil red. Baal was looking for a weakness in this man and his master's resolve, he would try to do whatever he could to manipulate this savior of theirs and have him grovel at his feet. | Name: Baal
Alias: Lord Baal
Age: is actual age is unknown, but he has been around for over 4000 years.
Gender: male
Species: unknown, appears to be humanoid
Personality: Baal is the definition of evil to many, his insidious nature and pleasure in using his powers to bring insanity and chaos over the vast dimensions have made him feared by most. Before he became Lord Baal, he wasn't evil and had a woman he loved dearly, but it was her murder and the death of most of his people that drove to hate those that had robbed him of so much that drove him to make his deal with the godlike demons known as the Dark Ones who were beyond human comprehension. Ever since his pact with the Dark Ones he plunged into darkness and his evil is immense.
Baal is extremely cunning and will always try to find ways to manipulate others into doing what he wants. He is amazingly charismatic and persuasive, which is how he has been able to grow his cults on earth. His intelligence and ability to pray upon the human psyche makes him very formidable. Baal will show no mercy to his enemies and will delight in making them suffer as much as possible. He has forced mothers and fathers to watch their children die horribly as punishment for going against him. He has made children see their parents brutally murdered and try to turn them into cult members.
Some would wonder why such an evil being could exist, Baal would answer that love was to blame. It was because he loved so much that his hatred made him into what he was now. Baal demands obediance from his followers and will regularly use terror and public killings to demonstrate his power and authority. Baal prefers to use his cult members to do tasks for him if they aren't of great importance and there is only one being he truly fears and that's God. His biggest flaws in terms of a mental weakness is his superiority complex and large ego.
History: Baal was born millennia ago to a world very different from our own. It was a world of almost constant conflict and filled with brutality and savagery. His people whose name has slipped from history and memory were engaged in a massive war with the Ozarian empire. Baal grew up in the wake of this horrible conflict and saw many that were close to him die, but he still found love in a woman who called his sun and moon. Unfortunately for Baal she would be brutally murdered by Ozarian forces and made him watch before they tried to kill him.
He was however saved by the Dark Ones when they heard his primeval scream of hatred at seeing his beloved killed. The demons made everything around them freeze as if time itself had stopped and then offered Baal the chance to see revenge by making a pact with them in exchange for his soul and eternal devotion. Baal agreed without a second thought thanks to the huge well of hatred inside him, and the Dark Ones give him a piece of their awesome power. Baal felt their black magic flow through him and the power was almost overwhelming.
The demons then vanished and time seemed to revert back to normal. Baal immediately unleashed his new power and slaughtered all in his path. When the enemy forces were defeated, Baal saw that they had managed to kill all of his people and he was now the last of them. He soon had his vengeance and wiped out of the Ozarian empire. With his world a war torn wasteland, he sough to establish a new society, one that worshiped the Dark Ones. The demons soon returned to him and told of his quest to spread cults dedicated to them throughout all dimensions and Baal now consumed by his darkness fervently agreed to their task.
After attaining the power to traverse dimensions, Baal began to spread the cults of the Dark Ones to many different worlds. Some worlds were too faithful and righteous to conquer, but he was immortal and could wait for a time when they would become weak in faith. Eventually he came this world in the distant past and was worshiped as the god Baal, gaining many much reverence. His cults spread by a large amount, but then the emergence of Christianity saw his cults become obsolete in the wake of the new religion and he dared to not challenge God seeing his great power.
Baal decided that he would wait and come back to this dimension when Christianity was less powerful. He waited for thousands of years, but he has now returned. He played a role in influencing the formations of the hellfire clubs during the times of the founding fathers of America and he played a subtle role in the creation satanic cults. With the advent of the scientific age humanity has less faith in the Abrahamic religions and that has given Baal the power to start spreading his cults again. Every action has both a positive and negative reaction.
Equipment: He is in possession of a number of powerful magic artifacts with dangerous properties. All of his artifacts are mystically bound to him and he can summon them to and from a sub-dimension when he needs them and they will vanish anyone else tries to use them.
Fiend Staff: his demonic looking magical staff helps him focus his insane power and it has the power to transform into archaic weapons such as swords, spears and axes.
Knife of Murder: He has ceremonial knife that he uses during rituals, which has the power to pierce the soul when he stabs someone with it.
Ring of Gonnar: This ring that he wears in his right index finger allows him to traverse dimensions without the use of rituals.
Robe of Flight: the robes he wears give him the ability to fly.
Powers/Abilities/Skills/Talents: Baal controls incredibly powerful black magic taught to him by extra-dimensional demons and wields immense power that makes him appear to be like a god to his mortal followers. This magic grants him several abilities that he has mastered completely as well as a great number of spells. His knowledge in the black arts and the occult are immensely high.
Immortality: he doesn't age and cannot die of old age, which is how he has been alive for thousands of years.
The Black Arms of Hastor: This spell creates black demonic spectral arms that will assault his opponents both physically and spiritually.
The Black Flames of Ondar: Baal shoots fire that made up of black hellish flames. Unlike ordinary fire it does more than just burn his enemies, it also burns the soul.
Shield of Insidiousness: He creates a barrier of demonic spirits that can protect him from physical and spiritual attacks, the power of this barrier is determined by how much magic he puts into it.
Nightmarish Illusions: This spell allows Baal to create frightening illusions to scare and distract his opponents.
Demonic Force: Baal hits targets with a wave invisible force that can use to either knock things away or draw them closer to him.
Fiendish Summoning: he can summon lowly demons from a hellish dimension to attack his enemies.
The Eye of Madthros: By channeling a huge amount of magic Baal can assault his opponents' minds with horrifying images and terrible pain. They have to be looking into his eyes.
Ritual of Corruption: This occult ritual that includes drinking Baal's blood is done to corrupt initiates in his cult and turn them to evil. It takes an hour to complete, but it's how his cult has grown so large.
Mind of The Demon: This spell protects him from having his mind read or assaulted by psychic attacks.
Weakness: All things holy can weaken him and silver is always a big weakness that can be exploited if used as a weapon. While his magic is incredibly powerful, it will become taxing on his body if he uses high powered spells for too long. The effects of his spells can be negated with black or white magic that is of greater strength than his power.
Secret Hideout: His HQ is a dark castle that is located between dimensions. There are doors that are located throughout the world, but it requires black magic to open. It is guarded by demons and some of his high ranked cult members
Relationships: His main relationship is with the Dark Ones and his cults, but he has made many enemies over the course of his reign of terror.
The Angels of God: they are a group made up of divine angels and divinely powered followers of the Christian faith. They are his worst enemies and spread out across dimensions to battle his evil cults.
Followers of Monotheist religions: Anyone who is believes in Christianity, Judaism and Islam are his enemies and he will try to see all three of these religions destroyed.
The Dark Ones: they are extra-dimensional demons that grant Baal is power and they are the only authority that he bows to. They have plans for the multiverse, but it is secret between only them and Baal. |
2,075 | 41 | 51 | 1,576 | 358 | Riley ground her teeth as Jenkins spoke. Her skin crawled at the mention of nanites, running through her veins and tying a noose around her neck. She tried to seek comfort in the thought of their removal after the mission, but a man who would dangle a knife over their heads from the get go was just as likely to lie and double-cross. She wasn't about to take Mr Sinister's delivered word for anything. The rat.
Once Jenkin's left, Riley made her way to the bunk while some headed to the lounge. An intoxicaing drink sounded delightful, but she didn't like the idea of going on a mission tipsy. Highly unprofessional; potentially fatal too. Finding her bed, Riley plucked up the tablet Jenkins had mentioned. The technopath was a technophile too, it seemed, as Riley looked over the sleek design. A bit more digging unearthed a thick belt with small pockets sewed in a line, a rank of soldiers. Hopping back to her feet Riley quickly cast off her prison uniform, threw on a cotton singlet and pulled on boxer-shorts. Now in a decidedly comfortable outfit, she walked out the bunk, crossing some of the other Rogues but noticing no faces as she bowed her head over the screen of the tablet.
Letting her feet walk her across the warehouse and to the lounge, Riley heard some chatter - and some screaming - as her eyes slid from corner to corner, ingesting lines of information of her new comrades. Some came from scandals, from crimes. Riley rummaged noisily through the drawers with her free hand, picking out knives. She threw them upwards to watch them cartwheel, and caught them each by the handle before sheathing them in the belt slung around her waist. She smiled down at the screen as she felt her lower half grow heavy with her spoils. Ah, looting. She was back to her roots, wasn't she? Once each sheath was filled with a blade, Riley turned to lean against the counter, to commit the remaining profiles to memory.
The lounge was relatively quiet, with a muscled man filling himself with food and drink, and a blonde woman Riley recognised as Natilaya - a kind of femme fatale who'd been killing her victims after bedding them prior to prison-life - made several trips for an impressive amount of liquor. As she walked out the lounge, Riley arched a brow at her. Russian? She had the features for it.
Snapping her fingers absent-mindedly to spark them out of poor habit, Riley reached the last of the profiles and looked up from the screen to watch the blond ravenously devour his food. "Worked yourself an appetite, huh?" Riley said from her counter. She referred to the tablet again. "Karate Bastard." Riley looked at the man with a raised eyebrow to convey slight reprove, and then switched expressions to one of grimaced confusion. "I'm sorry." The apology wasn't very sincere, but Riley wasn't trying to convince him otherwise. "Can I call you Keith instead? Or Blackwell?" A sharp grin spread over her face, smoothing back the creases of the previous wince. "It's just that my mother always used to tell me not to swear." | Name: Riley Pielwood
Alias: NA
Age: 20
Gender: Female
Species: Human
Personality: Snarky and with a love for sharp humour, Riley wouldn’t immediately come across as psychotic to those she meets. Fun-loving and highly appreciative of a few chuckles, Riley makes careless remarks and laughs whenever she will. Though bright and energetic, she hides her claws and filed teeth behind her wide smile, tucked away until her hackles have been raised. Her laughter is bark-like and sharp, as is her bite. She likes teasing people and ribbing them in good fun, but nowhere near as much as she enjoys seeing an expression ranging from dismay to horror to panic to pain unfurl over a face, and knowing she has put it there. She enjoys herself a fair dose of chaos, might instigate it now and then, but she has found that dropping in during the second act isn’t all too bad either. She has an intense weakness for challenges too, and can’t stand being bored, especially if mundane people let her down and fail to fulfill her amusement quota. Sarcasm and sardonicism keep her entertained during lull periods. She doesn’t particularly need to see blood to be satisfied – hasn’t got much of an appetite for it, to be frank – but she will draw it to prove a point if need be. Vindictive, she can get childishly petty and vengeful when she doesn’t get her way. Needless to say, she is not the most mature, but she will do anything for her little sister Naomi.
History:
Riley was born in a rough neighbourhood on the more dingy side of town, to parents who may have loved each other in a previous life but must have ceased all affections somewhere after their honeymoon and before her birth. It was a crumbling union of two unfortunate souls too prideful to separate that Riley witnessed as a toddler, loathed as an child and overlooked as an adolescent. It helped matters none when her mother got pregnant again and Riley got herself a younger sister at nine. Of course, it was left to Riley to look after the thing right after it was weaned. It took all of six months for her to get attached to little Naomi, but once she began to feel warmth uncoiling in her stomach when looking at the ankle-biter’s rosy cheeks and guileless gummy smile, she was stupidly loyal to a baby. By then, she had gotten herself into a few scuffles, though nothing serious. She would return home with bloody knuckles and bruises blooming anywhere imaginable and her baby sister would brush her chubby grasp over the tender spots on Riley’s skin like a whisper. Their parents had never been big on gentle physical touch, and Riley absolutely lived for those moments. She never lost a fight, and came home daily to coo over Naomi as the dull aches slowly pulsed into faded muscle memory.
Their parents slowly spiraled further and further away, eventually becoming so detached and in need of remedy that the dining table was empty more often than not, as they spent their days languishing in numb, alcohol-induced limbos. That however didn’t bother Riley as much as how bone-dry Naomi’s bottle was getting, and when Naomi got a fever Riley was thrown into absolute panic. She considered it a miracle her sister hadn’t gotten sick earlier – the darkened flat hadn’t been feather-brushed in years, much less properly cleaned, and Riley’s cheeks were growing gaunt and hollow to keep Naomi’s plump but almost, it would seem, to no avail. Riley could see it all – the hunger, the pain – diminishing to naught as she perched owlishly by the crib, desperately clinging onto Naomi’s pudgy fist as she screamed and her face turned ruddy and her little voice choked on her own tears.
The next morning in school, a boy passed a mindless comment that sent Riley rocketing off her seat. She was sick with worry, and the boy was a brainy bespectacled thing who deserved all her resentment because he came from a house that wasn’t falling apart and parents with a love as deep as their wallets. He couldn’t even fight her off with his own fists. Instead, he begged her to stop and tried to sweeten the plea with money. Riley almost scoffed, until she realised what he was offering and plucked him off the ground. He meekly handed her five dollars, but a shaking of his shoulders and a snarl in his pasty face raised the sum to a princely fifteen. With that money, Riley was able to buy milk formula for Naomi. Given another two recesses and a whole playground full of potential victims with cushy families, Riley could pay for a trip to the doctor’s. She attracted strange stares in the waiting room, as she cradled a squalling baby in knobby arms and with cheeks smudged as dark as soot, but she glared at the receptionist and nurses and patients who were all just blockades between Naomi and the doctor until they tore their eyes to the ground.
Naomi got better, but Riley continued to bully the kids, until the pantry was stocked up again and Riley herself began to fill out. When she was twelve, upperclassmen who had seen her exploits during recess where the teachers couldn’t see invited her to play truant with them. She surveyed them warily at first, until they mentioned money. By the time Riley was thirteen, she had become a bully outside of the playground, and ran around with a gang of youths who were all older than her but headed in the same direction. Rogues had already started becoming an issue then, and these gangly adolescents with enough tar in their lungs to reline roads and tattoos snaking around their bodies like vices fantasised living lives of obscene wealth, play, and skullduggery.
They got up to mischief on a daily basis; Riley learnt from the smarter ones how to con and deceive and be wily, for the delayed gratification of whipping the carpet out from beneath the feet of the unsuspecting; the brutish ones with a relish for inflicting pain traded their more sadistic skills for Mathematics tuition; she was given a fair share of whatever profits they could loot. Even if the gang was majorly made up of dim bulbs and dull tools, Riley was saving up handsomely, and they made her laugh and lightened her heart even if they lived a story set against the most grim of backgrounds. Plus, her thick-as-thieves associates in malice would have gladly jumped a bullet for Naomi, now at four a cute rascal with a smile to melt even the ringleader’s heart and enough naivety to shame Riley, and she was grateful for any protection they could offer, now that she had gotten herself involved in risky business. But she lived every day laughing and playing with her sister, running around and wreaking havoc around town with teenagers as mad and starved for the intangible as her, and it was a good life to live.
But then it all went wrong when Riley turned seventeen, and had herself upgraded to an organisation which was bad news on a whole new scale. Naomi would ask why Riley didn’t go see their usual friends, and Riley would never tell her that those usual friends were absolutely paltry compared to her new ones. But her new affiliation offered so many more benefits – namely, an income, if she did her job.
But because the one above was too long, I added in this summarised version, because I can understand it would be a pain to read through the whole thing.
Riley was born in a rough neighbourhood on the more dingy side of town, to parents who may have loved each other in a previous life but must have ceased all affections somewhere after their honeymoon and before her birth. She later had a little sister by the name of Naomi at the age of nine, who came to care intensely for. She would often get into fights in school, but always came home to Naomi and for that she was grateful.
Their parents then stopped providing for them, and it worried Riley that Naomi was getting less and less fed. When Naomi got a fever Riley was worried sick, and after beating up a rich boy in school realised she could extort money from her classmates, using what she unjustly earned to buy milk formula for Naomi, pay for her health, and feed the family again.
When she was twelve, she became involved with a gang of youths who were all older than her but filled to the brim in the head with fantasies of being rogues. Riley learnt from the smarter ones how to con and deceive and be wily, for the delayed gratification of whipping the carpet out from beneath the feet of the unsuspecting; the brutish ones with a relish for inflicting pain traded their more sadistic skills for Mathematics tuition; she was given a fair share of whatever profits they could loot. She stayed on because she was earning and learning, and running amok with these people lifted her spirits.
But then it all went wrong when Riley turned seventeen, and had herself upgraded to an organisation which was bad news on a whole new scale. Naomi would ask why Riley didn’t go see their usual friends, and Riley would never tell her that those usual friends were absolutely paltry compared to her new ones. But her new affiliation offered so many more benefits – namely, an income, if she did her job.
What Got You Famous:
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And she did. She did do her job, got herself paid and told to rest on her laurels until something else came along and they called on her duty again. She did her job several times over, and did it well even if it would make her stomach turn. But she overcame her squeamishness quickly enough, and only pursed her lips when she did her job. But somebody else didn’t. Somebody else screwed up, and Riley was awakened one night by Naomi’s screaming, her parents’ shouting, and the door to her room being kicked down.
She was seventeen. A seventeen-year-old girl caught in her bed in nothing but boxers and a singlet, eyes still bleary from sleep and squinting into the spotlight shone on her, as her little sister cried at the doorway, held back by parents who now gave their undivided attention. Perhaps she wasn’t exactly what the ARGO team had been expecting when they crashed into her house on an overnight mission to round-up members of a rogue organisation they had just dismantled, because there was a beat of absolute silence from the officers – armed with impressive weaponry and decked out in bulletproof vests and suits which all looked overdone now – before they started to order her to the ground, voices ricocheting in the cramped room.
When Riley failed to comply, one of them reached forward to roughly drag her off the bed. But it had been a long time since Riley had slept, sure of her safety. Before the officer could even blink, she had dragged the serrated edge of the dagger she kept beneath her pillow into the flesh of his underarm.
Howling, he let her go, falling back and failing his arm so that blood flew everywhere. Pandemonium peaked, and Pandora’s box opened in that room itself as voices exploded and rifles were whipped into the hunter’s crouch, aimed right at her heart. Another soldier tried to advance, and the hand holding the dagger twitched to right beside her ear, ready to be thrown.
Caught in this stalemate, everyone became motionless, except for Naomi who broke free of her parents’ hold to push against the back of an officer’s legs, desperate to get through, crying for Riley even though her entire front was splattered with another man’s blood. The officer turned sharply then, every instinct lit and every nerve strung high, and swung the barrel of his rifle down as he peered at Naomi.
It was aimed right at her sister.
I cannot lose her. With a flick of her wrist that was too easy – so familiar, so simple – Riley threw the dagger. It embedded itself deeply in the chink of armour that had been revealed as the soldier craned his neck downwards. In a spray of blood from the back of his neck, the soldier gave a last sputter and fell.
A body was flung at her, pinning her at once against the floor. Riley landed on her back, the breath flattened out of her. She started to wrestle with the man, scratching at his face and knocking his visor askew, all the while hearing the high-pitched shrieks of Naomi. She made a claw-like shape with her hand, whipping it forth to rake her nails down the man’s face. Unexpectedly, the man yowled anew when tongues of flame licked his face.
His comrades who had scrambled to save the fallen life whirled around to find Riley struggling to her feet, gazing in awe at her right hand now swallowed in fire. She looked up, to see soldiers with eyes full of intent to bring her down, and waved her arm around, a torch that roared with life as she yelled, “Stand back!”
Obstinately, the team advanced, and she flung her hand at them. Fire sprung to life behind a man’s ears, and he scrambled to beat it out. But try as he might he continued to burn. New screams filled the room, and hesitantly the team began to recoil.
There was a window just paces away from where Riley stood. She was just about to leap for it, when she heard Naomi – all screams now dead – whimper, “Make it stop.”
It was enough to strike Riley dumb; that pause was enough for what remained of the force to bring her down and innovatively bag and handcuff her hands. But she remained limp, lifeless, beneath them, hearing on endless repeat Naomi’s plea. Once she was hauled upright to be taken away, Riley bent to Naomi’s level long enough to say goodbye, before she was heaved into an armoured truck; before she could say – hypocritically – stay out of trouble, be good; before she could hear her sister burst into tears again.
Riley’s story gained renown. After all, a girl whose hand spontaneously combusts into flame is never conventional. Reporters craving a juicy story martyred her when word got out how subdued she became once she heard her little sister call out for her. The efforts to make her a saint only intensified when a journalist shallowly researched her background to hit upon the sheer depth of Riley’s care for Naomi. But it was all useless, because Riley was labeled a rogue dangerous to society, locked away somewhere by officials who made threats wily-nily to Naomi’s life knowing it would control Riley enough for them to poke and prod her to their hearts’ content, and no amount of media press was ever going to get her out.
Naomi worked with the organisation for a while, fully aware that it was nasty business but getting over her qualms about it for the money she and Naomi were dependent on. But then somebody made a mistake, and an ARGO team came to round up members of the rogue organisation they managed to dismantle. They kicked down their way into her room before the eyes of her parents and Naomi. They woke her up abruptly, and when one of them tried to roughly drag her off the bed, she cut him with the dagger she slept beneath her pillow.
Both parties conscious that the other was dangerous, everyone became motionless, except for Naomi who pushed against the back of an officer’s legs, trying to get to Riley. The officer turned at the push, and swung his rifle in such a way that the barrel was aimed at Naomi. Afraid at once of losing her sister, Riley threw the dagger and it cut into the back of the soldier’s neck.
One of the men pinned her to the floor, and while trying to fight him off, Riley’s hand burst into flame, causing him to yowl and fly back. Riley used her hand now aflame to ward them off, and set a man’s ears on fire from a distance. This gave the rest of the team cause to pause, and while Riley thought about jumping out the window as the men all burned at her feet, she heard Naomi whimper, “Make it stop.”
The fight left Riley then, and she was immediately hauled away. Her story gained renown, for the sheer shock factor of Riley’s inflammatory powers, and the selling point that was her love for her sister. Riley however was labeled a rogue dangerous to society, and locked away by officials who made threats wily-nily to Naomi’s life knowing it would control Riley enough for them to poke and prod her to their hearts’ content.
Equipment: Daggers. Lots and lots of daggers. She has a belt to carry rows of them like teeth, but she lost it when she was taken into custody from her home. But she has plans to fashion a new one from scratch if need be.
Powers/Abilities: Knife-handling. Riley can severely injure anyone with a blade in hand, and even out of hand. Her daggers always fly in the trajectory she wants.
She can control flame as well. Fire will burst to life in her palms, or fingertips, or a flammmable object at a reasonable distance - Riley enjoys being able to light candles without having to get up. She can put out a fire if she wills it, and adds in a little of her own fire as well. Her brand of flame is very difficult to put out too. Riley likes to joke that pouring milk over it helps, though the actual trick is to deprive it of oxygen. On a large-scale however that would prove problematic. She can also increase the temperature of her skin to an alarming pitch, so as to scald and give first-degree burns to anyone who tries to grab her. But she can’t sustain too high a temperature for too long; Riley has enzymes too that she doesn’t want denaturing.
Weakness: Mention harm to Naomi, and if she thinks you can make good on that promise, she will suppress herself. (If not, it will only enrage her) Drenching her with water would work well to stop her from committing more arson too, I guess.
Secret Hideout: Old, and rustic, the tree-house stands in the tree-tops, desolate and away from traffic. It used to be an old haunt for vagabonds and the way-less, and it's just right for Riley if she wants to be alone to think, or if she wants to kip a night.
Relationships: None so far with rogues or heroes, but she loves her sister Naomi dearly. She knows a few rogues who carved some names for themselves but ever since being locked away she hasn't heard from them. She has contacts, but they're all far away in her hometown, and distant from the years apart. |
2,076 | 41 | 52 | 1,838 | 1,623 | Engrossed in his food, KB was more than a little surprised when the newcomer in the lounge spoke to him directly. He hurriedly swallowed a mouthful of beef before putting on a smile that seemed to lean more on the side of a grimace. "You can call me by whatever name pleases you, lass. They only call me that because the world of martial arts ain't a piece o' piss, you gotta be a right bastard to be the best. Join me for brekkie?" He politely waved at an unoccupied chair. KB figured that a little courtesy might not be a bad idea now. Not that he was good at making friends. But if they were stuck working together might as well try to make it pleasant.
"That stuff you do with fire- right proper flash, that. That's really the sheep's arse. Saw what you did just now with those knives, too. Beaut stuff, there. I'm sick of these drongos who only want to use guns. Guns for show, knives for a pro, eh?" KB took in her more casual clothes. He hadn't thought to look through his bunk for clothing, he was still wearing the orange bottoms of his prison uniform. He'd have to lay his hands on some more comfortable duds.
Taking a swallow of his Scotch, he charged forwards with his awkward attempt to be friendly, choosing the only subject he felt comfortable talking about. "I've done some knife fighting, here and there. Texas, Corsica, Manila, Ostrobothnia, the Pampas. Folk know what they're doing with a blade in those places, no two ways about it. What I'm saying, lass, you ever want to swap a couple tricks that'd be right by me. We could both learn something useful. I mean, a bloke never knows so much he can't learn more." He wondered what else to say, couldn't think of anything, and instead shoveled more food into his mouth. | Name: Keith Blackwell
Alias: Karate Bastard
Age: 36
Gender: Male
Species: Human
Personality: Keith is massively, incredibly arrogant- there's a reason they call him Karate Bastard. He firmly believes that he is the best martial artist in the world, questioning or denying that will drive him into a blind rage. Keith despises the very notion of weakness and will never admit to making a mistake. Not a man who has or wants any friends, though he will make alliances if it suits him.
History: Keith was born into New Zealand's famous and wealthy Blackwell family, known worldwide for their fine wine. Ensconced in an Auckland penthouse, Keith grew up wanting for nothing and continually having his ego fed. His parents, hoping for a well-rounded child, enrolled him in karate classes at age 15. There was nothing special about it to them, it was the same as the piano lessons, cooking classes, and reading program.
But Keith Blackwell quickly discovered he had an innate talent- a genius, really- for fighting. He understood and mastered the techniques intuitively, surpassing the teachers at his local school in a matter of months. Keith begged his parents to use their money to send him to Okinawa, the birthplace of karate, for a real education in the art. And so, at the tender age of sixteen, Keith Blackwell was put on a plane to Naha.
The training was brutal and merciless, but Keith took naturally to it. His ego grew even further as he became capable of even more outrageous feats, sharpening his body to extremes. He learned meditation, traditional medicine, the use of weapons. But the biggest thrill came after two years of study, when an argument with a drunken local escalated into a full-on brawl. Keith killed the man, breaking his neck with a single blow. It was as he was hiding the body that Keith Blackwell experienced a moment of blinding, glorious clarity- he was destined to be the strongest fighter who ever lived. Anyone who died in his quest to achieve that was merely a mark of his quality, a measure of how he had fulfilled his purpose. The vintage on his family's grapes was counted in years, his destiny was counted in the number of skilled opponents he defeated.
Any pity or compassion that was in him was crushed. After the day's rigors at the dojo, he would quietly slip into the red-light district of Naha and participate in underground fights sponsored by the local Yakuza family. When his actions were discovered by the sensei of the dojo, Keith was immediately expelled. He took the expulsion with a surprising amount of grace- he felt limited by karate.
From there, he traveled the world on his parents' money, learning as much as he could about fighting. Wing chun in Hong Kong, vovinam in Vietnam, fencing in Italy, capoeira in Brazil, dambe in Nigeria, hapkido in South Korea, knife combat in the Philippines, lucha libre in Mexico, savate in France- just a small sample of the eighteen years of intensive training in virtually every martial art he could find an instructor for. When Keith felt he had learned what he wanted to, he would typically challenge (and kill) his teacher and their top students. After all, their deaths were the mark of his success. Lately, he has started seeking out fighters specifically to fight them, for the rush of testing his skills.
WGUF-What Got You Famous: Keith's probably endless quest has just brought him to the United States. The idea of fighting superheroes interests him. As a warmup, though, he decided to take on several of the West Coast's better fighters. A boxer in Los Angeles was decapitated by an uppercut from Keith, a dojo owner in San Francisco had his eyes gouged out. Finally, Keith stormed into the ring during a title MMA match in Lochwell and bloodily murdered both fighters- and the referee, and the security guards who tried to stop him, and a guy with an annoying voice. He didn't resist arrest by ARGO- Keith has heard American prisons are pretty tough, there might be a good fight or two in there before he decides to leave.
Equipment: Karate Bastard will use traditional martial arts weapons on occasion, but does not possess any at the moment- ARGO took them all.
Powers/Abilities/Skills/Talents: Keith Blackwell has an innate ability to understand and master martial arts in short order. Twenty years of study in the discipline has given him tremendous skill at fighting. His intensive training has pushed his body well past what would normally be considered human limits- it is possible that he possesses genuine superpowers but that has never been investigated.
In particular, his speed and reflexes are at the peak of human potential. His strength is such that he can lift half a ton without exertion, and his knowledge of striking technique means that he is able to easily ram his bare fist through a brick wall. In addition, he is far more resistant to pain or injury than the average person and heals much more quickly.
Weakness: Due to his tremendous arrogance, KB will rush into things without any kind of plan whatsoever, without considering the odds against him. As he has done little with his life outside of study martial arts, he is socially backwards and has little understanding of modern technology or society. He has no real ability for ranged combat. Despite his increased ability to withstand injury, he is not impervious to it. Bullets, bombs, poison- it might take more of it than usual, but these things can indeed kill him.
Secret Hideout: None- KB only recently arrived in the country.
Relationships: None. |
2,077 | 41 | 53 | 531 | 3,680 | Rose wasn't exactly pleased with the answer she got from Semyaza, she would have preferred he fight back a bit before admitting it. "Tell me, have you even known what it was like to serve someone who cared about you instead?" Rose asked him she was still trying to break him make him want to serve her. Then she got another thought, she wouldn't need him to serve her for long, just long enough to complete a ritual. "When the first mission is done, if you promise to serve me for a year I will help you free your queen." Rose added. She had always wanted a loyal and strong servant. She had servants in the past when she ran a cult devoted to her, however all of those were just humans none of them were particularly strong either.
Of course Rose had a bit more planned than just him serving, she wanted something from him. She would soon need to prolong her life again as her immortality did not come without work. And in order to do that the one thing that is required the most, is to corrupt someone pure of heart. She would have to corrupt them to the point where they would kill someone else. However this person would have to have power as well, they couldn't be just anyone. Rose also couldn't corrupt the individual directly, that was where Semyaza would come in. She needed a sort of champion to work for her and complete this task. Once the subject was corrupted she would have to take their heart and eat it, completing the ritual to prolong her life. | Name: Rose Grinda
Alias: Bloody Rose
Age: Looks 16 is actually around the age 500 years old
Gender: Female
Species: Witch
Personality: Rose is a very quiet girl for the most part. However when provoked she will start to scream like a banshee and act erratically sometimes walking on the ceilings even. One her favorite ways to lure in pray is start crying to attract attention to herself, then once her victim comes in close enough she executes whatever plan she may have for that person, be it eating them, or making them see their worse night mare. Rose has no actual goal other than to cause misery to everyone she deems a deserving of facing misery.
History: Rose was born in the town of Salem just before the witch trials began. She had a loving family however her mother was later accused of witch craft and burned at the stake. After witnessing this Rose ran into the forest soon getting herself lost. She eventually found a cave that was blocked off with many warning signs.
She went into the cave despite the warning signs seeing it as shelter. As she went deeper into the cave she noticed many different glowing crystals. All of them were glowing red, and seemed to glow brighter when she got closer to them. As Rose went to sleep that night she started to hear voices, many of them offering kind words to her. The voices even taught Rose various things, one of them was what they called “The oath of Joy.” Which was actually a ritual where one paints a symbol onto their hands and stomach then recites a few lines before being possessed in exchange for immense power.
After being possessed Rose returned to Salem now a full blown witch of immense power. She killed those who had wronged her mother, she killed each of them in dark places however that weren’t in the public eye. Some were killed at brothels, others killed in taverns. Once Rose finished her business in Salem she left the town that was now in utter chaos accusing each other of being witches.
Rose continued to live as an urban legend in various places for the next 500 years, showing misery to others who came in her path, and killing and eating those she deemed a threat.
WGUF-What Got You Famous: Rose was made famous through the urban legends of her luring in and terrorizing victims who then spent the rest of their lives in mental institutes. She really became famous however when there was a horror movie made about her that was extremely popular, it was called “The Bloody Rose.”
Powers/Abilities/Skills/Talents: Rose can be torn apart but she will always live through it, however she can be killed through burning her however keeping her still for that is the hard part. Rose also has various magical abilities, one of them being that she can change her body into that of a Creature with a giant mouth that can eat a person in two bites. Rose can make various objects in a room float as long as they are the size of a small lamp. Another power of Rose is illusions as well as levitation.
Weakness: Fire is her most well-known weakness however she has another weakness of being trapped by circles of salt, or just salt in general. Salt prevents her from using her abilities as well.
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2,078 | 41 | 54 | 641 | 893 | By now Nihil had changed into her new attire, now fully clothed. She ignored the woman cat calling her entirely, caring little for the crude gesture. She examined herself in an available mirror, brushing her hair with her hand into a more orderly fashion, then retrieving a scrunchie from the pocket of her new shorts, tying her long hair back into a ponytail. She examined her new clothing once again- A form fitting black crop top, with accompanying olive drab shorts that were, indeed, very short. On the outside her actions and attire appeared to be a bit too 'Human' for the dehumanized girl, but appearances could be deceiving. It was no secret to her that men could be distracted by her feminine qualities- an important psychological factor that could win battles. In reality she had no personal care about her appearance.
She was now prepared to reenter into the world of her comrades, as little as she cared about them. She headed into the lounge, lingering by the doorway, sniffing the air. The scent of food hung in the room, emanating from the plate of 'Karate Bastard'. She cared little for the taste of food- quite the opposite, actually, as plainer tasting food was gentler on her heightened senses. A bite into a very flavorful dish had a very real chance of causing her to vomit due to sensory overload. The other scent the prevailed was that of alcohol, something she cared little for. Naturally a soldier such as herself had no interest in inhibiting her senses. Finally she surveyed the crowd, mostly avoiding reaction to any of them, although her usual straight face may have slightly scowled when her gaze passed over Riley. I don't know why that creature would want to talk to me... it would be better for both of us if she did not.
Nihil finally entered into the room, surveying the food offerings. She derived no enjoyment from eating, but, as any human, required subsistence to live. She grabbed a plate and merely picked up two slices of plain white bread, placing them gingerly upon the dish- the mild taste would not overpower her, and the calories should satisfy her need for food. She then picked out a seat at a table a stone's throw from the bar- she had no interest in fraternizing with the other. She pulled out a chair and sat. Her manner of sitting looked almost inhuman- perfectly straight, her back didn't even rest against the back of the chair, leading one to question how such a position should be comfortable. The way she ate was equally strange, certainly without the gusto of Karate Bastard. Instead she daintily tore pieces from the bread, lifting them up to her mouth, eating in a unusually careful and controlled manner. She took care to not drift her glance towards the others, lest they think she wanted company. | Emma Summers | Nihil
Age: 29
Gender: Female
Species: Human
History: In the year 1986 a new kind of weapon was bred in the wind-swept desert of Afghanistan. The pressure of the Cold War has been on a steady rise, and it soon exploded in conflict. The Russian invasion of Afghanistan created a new warzone for the US to fight a proxy war against communism. Naturally they sided against Russia, supporting the Afghani Mujahideen. This war served as the backdrop of a highly illegal and highly unethical experiment conducted in the dark depths of the US Military-Industrial Complex by a secret group of researchers, unknown to all but a very select number of US Government officials. The question was simple: How does one create the perfect soldier? The first solution was technological: A serum that greatly increased the physical capabilities of a solider, additionally bestowing them with a number of 'super powers' that would aid them in their job. The second was much darker. In science there is an experiment that is considered taboo. Dubbed "The Forbidden Experiment". What would happen to someone if they were deprived of exposure to language of any sort? The researchers designed an evocative experiment: A child deprived of human contact. Taught by machines. Gradually exposed to the world through video and picture. Kept in peak physical condition. Raised by technology to be a soldier that had no regard for human life or their own life, instilled with unflinching obedience. Combined with their newly invented 'super-serum' this child was to be the ultimate soldier. The child had no name, but the researchers gave her a nickname: Nihil. A Latin word best described as meaning 'the absence of anything'. Nothingness.
It was at the age of twelve that Nihil was given her first mission. The Soviet–Afghan War was already over, but the Cold War was still on and researchers were eager to see the fruits of their labor. An operation was called by the general who was privy to the details of the experiment, buried in layers of deniability. The mission was simple: Capture a Soviet outpost. It was a task for a group of highly trained soldiers. Instead a little girl was sent in.
The mission, needless to say, was a success. Nihil proved to be highly capable in combat, and it seemed that all the programming and experimenting had indeed created the perfect soldier. As time went on the US's 'secret soldier' went on more missions, always proving successful against the most unlikely of odds. Every time it was the same: She'd receive her orders, be dropped into the hot zone, carry out her mission, exfiltrate, and then return to isolation, or to the training room connected to her cell, but she still always never saw a single person. The only times she had human contact was through the scope of a rifle. The only voices she heard where the screams of her targets. But something had to give, the shroud of isolation couldn't be kept forever. There was one variable that the researcher's couldn't control: Themselves. They weren't bad people... or maybe they were, but they felt remorse. Some of them were unable to handle the kind of research they were doing. Some were entirely uncaring, seeing Nihil as nothing more than a subject. But almost all of them were quelled by their paycheck. Almost.
One of them faced the ultimate struggle: Love. One of the researchers who spent countless hours observing Nihil came to feel a strange paternal affection for the girl who he had twisted into a soldier. It happened slowly, but it happened nonetheless. One day Nihil was sitting in her cell, as she always had, when something unexpected came through the slit in the door that had always delivered only food: A flower, and a note. The clean, white, sterile, surgical cell, devoid of anything but the basic necessities of life and a computer screen through which she had been educated had suddenly been invaded by a small speck of color. The facility rose in a panic. Their carefully controlled experiment had suddenly been thrown askew. The never anticipated one of their own going so far in mutiny.
Nihil picked up the note, felt the paper. The words which she had only ever seen etched into a computer screen. Researchers scrambled. She couldn't read it, they couldn't let her. It would likely destroy their work. As the mutinous researcher had been carried away, the door to Nihil's cell opened and for the first time she had seen a face on the other side of it. A stern face, a human face, reaching for the note. Suddenly her world had been thrown into question. Thoughts that never came to her, question that she had never come to ask. Who was she? Who were they? What are they? Who are the people she killed? Why did she exist?
Something snapped inside her. She understood that they did something wrong to her, the note made it clear. The girl easily overpowered the researcher, slamming his face against the wall and leaving a bloody smear. Their experiment was over. How could it succeed? No one can stem the very basis of human nature. They had reached too far. The girl they bred for war, of course, had no problem escaping from their confines after that. What was once a sterile research lab was sullied by blood. No one in the research staff, not one of the guards, nor one of the numerous other unholy experiments, not one of the janitors, or the maintenance workers, or the soldiers lived. They had created a monster.
An unfeeling monster that wanted nothing more than to feel.
As she emerged from the depths of the facility she emerged into a unknown environment. She had only ever known desert and mountains and the lab. This place was different. The mountains reached taller, scraping against the sky above. The ground was not sand, but concrete. Around her stood none of the 'Soviets' she had been taught were the enemy. Instead she was surrounded by people. Unfamiliar people. Numerous people, countless people. They stared at her: A teenage girl soaked in blood, carrying a rifle, clothing tattered. One of them called the police. Nihil was already gone, running away into a world she knew very little about.
Soon after that she found herself taken back into the fold of the US Military. Escaping wouldn't be that easy. It had been something they had prepared for. They could track her, of course. But things were different as she returned. She came to learn the name of the general in charge of the experiment: Brook. General Dalton Brook. He, like many of the researchers, came to see that the experiment was a mistake, so he extended an offer to reintegrate her into society with support from to government. The price was simple: Nihil's secrecy. No one would know where she came from. She wanted to know what life was like outside of confinement. She agreed.
She was soon re-educated, placed into an apartment, taught how to live like a 'normal' person. They gave her money. They gave her freedom. They gave her a name, Emma. They even let her join the VA. She was technically still a veteran, after all. But it wasn't enough for her. How could it be? She soon came to recognize what they took from her. What she could never get back. She was still a warrior, no matter what they did. She still couldn't feel like any other person. She still couldn't know what it was like to really be normal. So she disappeared, again. This time she made sure they couldn't follow. She used her powers to escape, again, and never looked back. She also promised herself one thing: She would exact revenge upon General Dalton Brook.
After that she slipped into the criminal underworld. By day she kept on her mask: The mask of a normal person, pretending to feel the emotions she could never feel. By night she was a rouge. Her powers made her a natural fit. She still only knew how to be a soldier. Assassination was her trade. She still felt nothing when she took a life. She felt no remorse. She wanted to hurt the people who hurt her and the people who didn't hurt her. She wouldn't be satisfied until everyone bled. But one thing still kept her sane. One thing kept her from being a psychopath: The memory of the flower and the note she had received from the one person who had loved her. The note she still kept with her. The note no one else would ever see. Part of her wanted to hurt, but part of her wanted to feel. Part of her wanted to discover the emotions she never knew.
As the years went on she felt her life become meaningless. She only lived to live. The feeling still wasn't there. She came to realize he joy that she once thought she felt when she killed was false, engineered by the researchers. She still wanted to kill Dalton Brook, but it seemed unattainable. He was half a world away. She felt trapped. And then one day during her 'late night activities' she was caught by a hero. Captain Power. She could've escaped. It would've been easy with her powers. But she gave up. She let herself get caught. He was confused, but took her in. And that was it. She was sent to prison, buried behind layers of security designed to prevent her escape. She couldn't be stopped. Ironically her powers made escape quite easy for her. But she didn't care. It was just like old times.
"I can leave whenever I want."
Personality: Nihil is devoid of emotion. She strives for it, but it's always out of reach. She's only felt emotion twice: Hatred for the people who authorized the experiments conducted on her, and a small moment of happiness hen she read a letter penned by the only person who has loved her. She is almost entirely apathetic towards existence, only driven by her goal to kill General Dalton Brook. She has no friends, has never tried to make any friends, and is seemingly unable to make friends. How can someone with no emotion have friends? She's entirely confident in her abilities, convinced that nothing can stop her, no matter how incorrect that might be. She rarely speaks, and isn't very easy to work with, instead preferring to operate solo.
Powers/Abilities/Skills/Talents: Nihil's principal talent is mastery with almost all forms of weaponry. She is a highly skilled marksman, able to use a sniper rifle to make shots that no normal human can make. She has a supreme reaction time and can slow her breathing to the point where it is almost impossible to discern if she is actually alive. Her senses are also highly heightened, furthering her skill as a marksman. Her skill with guns is so great that she can shoot the individual blades of a helicopter while they are in motion. She has been trained in the art of 'gun-kata', a form of martial arts that integrates hand to hand techniques with gunplay and the statistical study of a gunfight, allowing her to very accurately predict and then react to the patterns that her enemies will use, making her a very deadly foe against groups of enemies. She is of course, by extension, highly skilled in hand-to-hand combat and swordplay. The serum given to her also has imbued her with more 'super-human' abilities. She is more durable than an average person, able to survive a number of gunshots or a long fall, has strength comparable to a man twice her size. One of her principal abilities is they power to move at speeds that are almost imperceptible, appearing as little more than a blur. Additionally she can jump much higher than the average human, around the height of 20 feet. This allows her supreme mobility, letting dart quickly across the battlefield in a blink of an eye.
Weakness: Nihil's first weakness is her highly heightened senses. Although this at first seems to strictly be an advantage she is prone to sensory overload, extreme smells or loud sounds can have highly adverse effects on her. Additionally it is worth nothing that although she is more durable than the average human, unlike many super humans she is still very susceptible to gunshots or other physical damage. She might be durable, but she is very far from invulnerable. Finally the super-serum has had some adverse effects on her. She is prone to intense migraines, which in the past has not served her well in battle. The serum may have more negatory side-effects that remain unseen.
Secret Hideout: Nihil has no secret hideout, only a shitty apartment,
Relationships: The only feeling Nihil has for any person is the hate she feels for the General. |
2,079 | 41 | 55 | 893 | 1,256 | Hahahahahaha. Semyaza laughed, rising to his feet at casting his arms to the sky. "What would these earthlings be without their audacity? In this moment, with our 'benefactors' trickery literally flowing in our veins, you expect me to take another earthling at her word? Do you believe my pride so damaged by this debacle I would think nothing of betraying my fealty for honeyed words and a promise? Absurd!"
"Prove your words, earthling, and I would throw away my pride in an instant." He continued, his voice taking on a hard edge. "But I will not degrade myself a moment sooner than I believe is necessary." | Name: Semyaza
Alias: General Semyaza, Greatest Warrior of the Grigori Empire
Age: Indeterminate. Aged over 200 years, and then spent a great deal of time sealed in an urn floating through space.
Gender: Definitely masculine.
Species: Grotesque Idol given life via strange alien magic.
Personality: Semyaza was brought to life to do two things: conquer and destroy. This he does in the name of his Queen, whom he was sworn undying loyalty towards. He is an incredibly prideful warrior who is incapable of turning down a challenge, and despite himself has a flair for the dramatic. He is not well versed in anything that does not pertain to battle or destruction and is both literal minded and disturbingly naive. He's still working out how to make decisions for himself now that he doesn't have the Queen to tell him what to do. He considers humans trash to be exterminated, but his loyalty to the Queen is so great that he will throw away his pride and work with them if there's even the slightest chance of reviving her.
History: Semyaza was brought to life in a far off star system by an evil witch named Queen Grigoria and waged a two hundred year war leading her armies of Groteque Idols in an attempt to steal the star systems throne from its rightful ruler, the wise Lord Metatron. In the final moments of the conflict, however, Lord Metatron sacrificed himself to save his people. Sealing himself, Grigoria, and Semyaza into a magic urn and having it cast into space to drift forever among the stars...
WGUF-What Got You Famous: ...until it had the misfortune of slamming into our moon, cracking it and releasing Metatron, Grigoria, and Semyaza. Grigoria immediately set her sights on the nearest planet, resolved to CONQUER EARTH, and began building up her army. The weakened Metatron slipped away, however, falling to Earth and passing the last of his powers to five teenagers so that they might defend their home from this threat. Semyaza would face them personally several times while leading Grigoria's ground troops. The last and most memorable took place in Tokyo, where he was magically grown to a hundred stories high in order to do battle with them and their giant robot. He was struck down, but not killed for fear of the collateral damage should he explode in the densely packed city. A few hours later the spell wore off, he shrunk to regular size, and was carted off by ARGO authorities for imprisonment and study.
Powers/Abilities/Skills/Talents: Semyaza has strength, stamina, and endurance far beyond what any ordinary human can muster. He can survive deep underwater and in a vacuum of space indefinitely. His arms can stretch out like snakes. He can fire a battery of high powered lasers from his eyes, as well as purple lightning out of his hands. Two blades spring out of the gauntlets above his wrists that curve inward and are capable of slicing through nearly anything. His cape can transform into batlike wings that allow him to fly.
In addition he is very interested, after years of watching Queen Grigoria do it, in carving Grotesque Idols of his own and thinks he might have the basic technique down. He just doesn't have the sheer magical force that allowed her to churn them out on a constant basis.
If he dies he explodes into a massive fireball, and is somehow able to speak without having a mouth.
Weakness: Being exposed to religious paraphernalia weakens his powers. Holy symbols, holy places, holy people, even prayer if spoken by a true believer. Anything that gives off "the same wavelength as Metatron's power" is poison to him. A long enough exposure would render him completely helpless.
Secret Hideout: A castle on the moon that he can't currently reach unless he wants to fly all the way there himself. Contains a teleportation pad (broken), a extensive library of magic tomes, a telescope with which to view anyone or anything on Earth, and a workshop for creating Grotesque Idols. The castle now lies in complete ruin from the final battle against Queen Grigoria.
Relationships:
-The Teen Angels: Probably in their twenties by now, come to think of it. A three man, two woman team residing in Los Angeles, California. These teens were given the power to defend the world by Lord Metatron, donning magical armor made from his essence and summoning giant robots when things got hairy. Interestingly, each was of a different religious faith. (Nemesis)
-Queen Grigoria: The leader of the Grigori Empire and an evil witch with phenomenal magical power. Defeated in an epic final battle and resealed in the urn, which is now hidden...somewhere. (Glorious Leader)
-Azazel, Sariel, Ezekiel, Armaros, Baraqel, and Arakiel: Semyaza's direct subordinates, each killed in turn by the Teen Angels. (Dead friends) |
2,080 | 41 | 56 | 1,576 | 358 | Riley's wolf's grin widened at KB's invitation to dine, and she whistled lowly. "We got ourselves a gentlemanly Bastard, eh?" Even though she wasn't hungry yet, she shrugged. "Hm, why not? You don't look like you're about to murder over the dining table." Pushing herself from the counter, she walked over, and took the chair he had gestured to. Three years in a cage, and the slightest politeness bemused her to no end.
But he didn't seem the bad sort, even kickstarting this alliance with some sweet words. Riley wasn't charmed effusively by the praise, but she was beginning to think there was some potential for cooperation in this patchwork squad. Even if he used a slang that was all but Swahili to Riley. But the gist was quickly caught, and Riley laughed, an even chuckle. "Preach it, Blackwell," she said. "You're not too bad with those martial arts either. Though you should think about covering up your torso now and then," added Riley with a little chortle.
"We could both learn something useful. I mean, a bloke never knows so much he can't learn more." As Blackwell dug in again, Riley raised a brow. Now a cup that wasn't overbrimming yet with confidence and cockiness. She had missed bare-faced humility, especially when she had had only herself for company. She smiled across the table, and gave a quick wink for a handshake. Yes, Blackwell would prove tolerable yet. "Absolutely. Ring me up anytime, and we'll throw some blades around."
Deciding not to interfere with his eating, she looked up to see Nihil had entered. She still looked surly and put upon, but she had changed too into something that had Riley doing an internalised double-take. But she glanced away, after tossing a careless grin and giving a waggle of her fingers in greeting. Nihil however looked absolutely determined not to take too much notice of the other two occupants of the lounge, lest the attention be rebounded back onto her.
Riley looked over her tablet again, refreshing Nihil's information page as she heard the woman assemble a meal and find a seat - well away from them, she noted with a small smirk to herself. She found nothing on her tablet to indicate how Nihil could have possibly survived those bullets, and Riley had never been good at relinquishing a question before she found its partnering answer. For all intents and purposes, Nihil appeared to be human, a mercenary from a former life, with impeccable posture and a back stiffened as though in preparation for some hail of socialism. Riley stifled a laugh. She really oughtn't; it was just beckoning Riley to needle her more.
Riley glanced apologetically at Blackwell, hoping the conversation she was about to attempt to bridge wouldn't interrupt with his meal. "I'm still waiting for your autiobiography," Riley said in a jesting voice that carried. Oh, it was downright rude to pester someone for a past, a history, especially among Rogues with less-than-savoury backgrounds, and - for many of them - blood on their hands. But she'd be damned if she didn't find out what she wanted before her allocated nine lives ran out.
But, she reconsidered, certain formalities had to be put out of the way first. Her tone and demeanour shifting slightly - like an edgy child rustling his shoulders - she spoke in words that came in a choppy flow, "Should have said this earlier, but the chance never came about. The foam...thing, and the bullets." One hand gesticulated, as though to paint a swirling portrait of what she was trying to get at, before rising to ruffle her sheared hair - a hallmark for restlessness - as she continued stiltedly, "Thank...you, for that. Even if - nah, 'specially 'cause - it meant taking a couple shots to the back."
God, shows of gratitude were just the worst. | Name: Riley Pielwood
Alias: NA
Age: 20
Gender: Female
Species: Human
Personality: Snarky and with a love for sharp humour, Riley wouldn’t immediately come across as psychotic to those she meets. Fun-loving and highly appreciative of a few chuckles, Riley makes careless remarks and laughs whenever she will. Though bright and energetic, she hides her claws and filed teeth behind her wide smile, tucked away until her hackles have been raised. Her laughter is bark-like and sharp, as is her bite. She likes teasing people and ribbing them in good fun, but nowhere near as much as she enjoys seeing an expression ranging from dismay to horror to panic to pain unfurl over a face, and knowing she has put it there. She enjoys herself a fair dose of chaos, might instigate it now and then, but she has found that dropping in during the second act isn’t all too bad either. She has an intense weakness for challenges too, and can’t stand being bored, especially if mundane people let her down and fail to fulfill her amusement quota. Sarcasm and sardonicism keep her entertained during lull periods. She doesn’t particularly need to see blood to be satisfied – hasn’t got much of an appetite for it, to be frank – but she will draw it to prove a point if need be. Vindictive, she can get childishly petty and vengeful when she doesn’t get her way. Needless to say, she is not the most mature, but she will do anything for her little sister Naomi.
History:
Riley was born in a rough neighbourhood on the more dingy side of town, to parents who may have loved each other in a previous life but must have ceased all affections somewhere after their honeymoon and before her birth. It was a crumbling union of two unfortunate souls too prideful to separate that Riley witnessed as a toddler, loathed as an child and overlooked as an adolescent. It helped matters none when her mother got pregnant again and Riley got herself a younger sister at nine. Of course, it was left to Riley to look after the thing right after it was weaned. It took all of six months for her to get attached to little Naomi, but once she began to feel warmth uncoiling in her stomach when looking at the ankle-biter’s rosy cheeks and guileless gummy smile, she was stupidly loyal to a baby. By then, she had gotten herself into a few scuffles, though nothing serious. She would return home with bloody knuckles and bruises blooming anywhere imaginable and her baby sister would brush her chubby grasp over the tender spots on Riley’s skin like a whisper. Their parents had never been big on gentle physical touch, and Riley absolutely lived for those moments. She never lost a fight, and came home daily to coo over Naomi as the dull aches slowly pulsed into faded muscle memory.
Their parents slowly spiraled further and further away, eventually becoming so detached and in need of remedy that the dining table was empty more often than not, as they spent their days languishing in numb, alcohol-induced limbos. That however didn’t bother Riley as much as how bone-dry Naomi’s bottle was getting, and when Naomi got a fever Riley was thrown into absolute panic. She considered it a miracle her sister hadn’t gotten sick earlier – the darkened flat hadn’t been feather-brushed in years, much less properly cleaned, and Riley’s cheeks were growing gaunt and hollow to keep Naomi’s plump but almost, it would seem, to no avail. Riley could see it all – the hunger, the pain – diminishing to naught as she perched owlishly by the crib, desperately clinging onto Naomi’s pudgy fist as she screamed and her face turned ruddy and her little voice choked on her own tears.
The next morning in school, a boy passed a mindless comment that sent Riley rocketing off her seat. She was sick with worry, and the boy was a brainy bespectacled thing who deserved all her resentment because he came from a house that wasn’t falling apart and parents with a love as deep as their wallets. He couldn’t even fight her off with his own fists. Instead, he begged her to stop and tried to sweeten the plea with money. Riley almost scoffed, until she realised what he was offering and plucked him off the ground. He meekly handed her five dollars, but a shaking of his shoulders and a snarl in his pasty face raised the sum to a princely fifteen. With that money, Riley was able to buy milk formula for Naomi. Given another two recesses and a whole playground full of potential victims with cushy families, Riley could pay for a trip to the doctor’s. She attracted strange stares in the waiting room, as she cradled a squalling baby in knobby arms and with cheeks smudged as dark as soot, but she glared at the receptionist and nurses and patients who were all just blockades between Naomi and the doctor until they tore their eyes to the ground.
Naomi got better, but Riley continued to bully the kids, until the pantry was stocked up again and Riley herself began to fill out. When she was twelve, upperclassmen who had seen her exploits during recess where the teachers couldn’t see invited her to play truant with them. She surveyed them warily at first, until they mentioned money. By the time Riley was thirteen, she had become a bully outside of the playground, and ran around with a gang of youths who were all older than her but headed in the same direction. Rogues had already started becoming an issue then, and these gangly adolescents with enough tar in their lungs to reline roads and tattoos snaking around their bodies like vices fantasised living lives of obscene wealth, play, and skullduggery.
They got up to mischief on a daily basis; Riley learnt from the smarter ones how to con and deceive and be wily, for the delayed gratification of whipping the carpet out from beneath the feet of the unsuspecting; the brutish ones with a relish for inflicting pain traded their more sadistic skills for Mathematics tuition; she was given a fair share of whatever profits they could loot. Even if the gang was majorly made up of dim bulbs and dull tools, Riley was saving up handsomely, and they made her laugh and lightened her heart even if they lived a story set against the most grim of backgrounds. Plus, her thick-as-thieves associates in malice would have gladly jumped a bullet for Naomi, now at four a cute rascal with a smile to melt even the ringleader’s heart and enough naivety to shame Riley, and she was grateful for any protection they could offer, now that she had gotten herself involved in risky business. But she lived every day laughing and playing with her sister, running around and wreaking havoc around town with teenagers as mad and starved for the intangible as her, and it was a good life to live.
But then it all went wrong when Riley turned seventeen, and had herself upgraded to an organisation which was bad news on a whole new scale. Naomi would ask why Riley didn’t go see their usual friends, and Riley would never tell her that those usual friends were absolutely paltry compared to her new ones. But her new affiliation offered so many more benefits – namely, an income, if she did her job.
But because the one above was too long, I added in this summarised version, because I can understand it would be a pain to read through the whole thing.
Riley was born in a rough neighbourhood on the more dingy side of town, to parents who may have loved each other in a previous life but must have ceased all affections somewhere after their honeymoon and before her birth. She later had a little sister by the name of Naomi at the age of nine, who came to care intensely for. She would often get into fights in school, but always came home to Naomi and for that she was grateful.
Their parents then stopped providing for them, and it worried Riley that Naomi was getting less and less fed. When Naomi got a fever Riley was worried sick, and after beating up a rich boy in school realised she could extort money from her classmates, using what she unjustly earned to buy milk formula for Naomi, pay for her health, and feed the family again.
When she was twelve, she became involved with a gang of youths who were all older than her but filled to the brim in the head with fantasies of being rogues. Riley learnt from the smarter ones how to con and deceive and be wily, for the delayed gratification of whipping the carpet out from beneath the feet of the unsuspecting; the brutish ones with a relish for inflicting pain traded their more sadistic skills for Mathematics tuition; she was given a fair share of whatever profits they could loot. She stayed on because she was earning and learning, and running amok with these people lifted her spirits.
But then it all went wrong when Riley turned seventeen, and had herself upgraded to an organisation which was bad news on a whole new scale. Naomi would ask why Riley didn’t go see their usual friends, and Riley would never tell her that those usual friends were absolutely paltry compared to her new ones. But her new affiliation offered so many more benefits – namely, an income, if she did her job.
What Got You Famous:
The same problem happened; I'm so sorry.
And she did. She did do her job, got herself paid and told to rest on her laurels until something else came along and they called on her duty again. She did her job several times over, and did it well even if it would make her stomach turn. But she overcame her squeamishness quickly enough, and only pursed her lips when she did her job. But somebody else didn’t. Somebody else screwed up, and Riley was awakened one night by Naomi’s screaming, her parents’ shouting, and the door to her room being kicked down.
She was seventeen. A seventeen-year-old girl caught in her bed in nothing but boxers and a singlet, eyes still bleary from sleep and squinting into the spotlight shone on her, as her little sister cried at the doorway, held back by parents who now gave their undivided attention. Perhaps she wasn’t exactly what the ARGO team had been expecting when they crashed into her house on an overnight mission to round-up members of a rogue organisation they had just dismantled, because there was a beat of absolute silence from the officers – armed with impressive weaponry and decked out in bulletproof vests and suits which all looked overdone now – before they started to order her to the ground, voices ricocheting in the cramped room.
When Riley failed to comply, one of them reached forward to roughly drag her off the bed. But it had been a long time since Riley had slept, sure of her safety. Before the officer could even blink, she had dragged the serrated edge of the dagger she kept beneath her pillow into the flesh of his underarm.
Howling, he let her go, falling back and failing his arm so that blood flew everywhere. Pandemonium peaked, and Pandora’s box opened in that room itself as voices exploded and rifles were whipped into the hunter’s crouch, aimed right at her heart. Another soldier tried to advance, and the hand holding the dagger twitched to right beside her ear, ready to be thrown.
Caught in this stalemate, everyone became motionless, except for Naomi who broke free of her parents’ hold to push against the back of an officer’s legs, desperate to get through, crying for Riley even though her entire front was splattered with another man’s blood. The officer turned sharply then, every instinct lit and every nerve strung high, and swung the barrel of his rifle down as he peered at Naomi.
It was aimed right at her sister.
I cannot lose her. With a flick of her wrist that was too easy – so familiar, so simple – Riley threw the dagger. It embedded itself deeply in the chink of armour that had been revealed as the soldier craned his neck downwards. In a spray of blood from the back of his neck, the soldier gave a last sputter and fell.
A body was flung at her, pinning her at once against the floor. Riley landed on her back, the breath flattened out of her. She started to wrestle with the man, scratching at his face and knocking his visor askew, all the while hearing the high-pitched shrieks of Naomi. She made a claw-like shape with her hand, whipping it forth to rake her nails down the man’s face. Unexpectedly, the man yowled anew when tongues of flame licked his face.
His comrades who had scrambled to save the fallen life whirled around to find Riley struggling to her feet, gazing in awe at her right hand now swallowed in fire. She looked up, to see soldiers with eyes full of intent to bring her down, and waved her arm around, a torch that roared with life as she yelled, “Stand back!”
Obstinately, the team advanced, and she flung her hand at them. Fire sprung to life behind a man’s ears, and he scrambled to beat it out. But try as he might he continued to burn. New screams filled the room, and hesitantly the team began to recoil.
There was a window just paces away from where Riley stood. She was just about to leap for it, when she heard Naomi – all screams now dead – whimper, “Make it stop.”
It was enough to strike Riley dumb; that pause was enough for what remained of the force to bring her down and innovatively bag and handcuff her hands. But she remained limp, lifeless, beneath them, hearing on endless repeat Naomi’s plea. Once she was hauled upright to be taken away, Riley bent to Naomi’s level long enough to say goodbye, before she was heaved into an armoured truck; before she could say – hypocritically – stay out of trouble, be good; before she could hear her sister burst into tears again.
Riley’s story gained renown. After all, a girl whose hand spontaneously combusts into flame is never conventional. Reporters craving a juicy story martyred her when word got out how subdued she became once she heard her little sister call out for her. The efforts to make her a saint only intensified when a journalist shallowly researched her background to hit upon the sheer depth of Riley’s care for Naomi. But it was all useless, because Riley was labeled a rogue dangerous to society, locked away somewhere by officials who made threats wily-nily to Naomi’s life knowing it would control Riley enough for them to poke and prod her to their hearts’ content, and no amount of media press was ever going to get her out.
Naomi worked with the organisation for a while, fully aware that it was nasty business but getting over her qualms about it for the money she and Naomi were dependent on. But then somebody made a mistake, and an ARGO team came to round up members of the rogue organisation they managed to dismantle. They kicked down their way into her room before the eyes of her parents and Naomi. They woke her up abruptly, and when one of them tried to roughly drag her off the bed, she cut him with the dagger she slept beneath her pillow.
Both parties conscious that the other was dangerous, everyone became motionless, except for Naomi who pushed against the back of an officer’s legs, trying to get to Riley. The officer turned at the push, and swung his rifle in such a way that the barrel was aimed at Naomi. Afraid at once of losing her sister, Riley threw the dagger and it cut into the back of the soldier’s neck.
One of the men pinned her to the floor, and while trying to fight him off, Riley’s hand burst into flame, causing him to yowl and fly back. Riley used her hand now aflame to ward them off, and set a man’s ears on fire from a distance. This gave the rest of the team cause to pause, and while Riley thought about jumping out the window as the men all burned at her feet, she heard Naomi whimper, “Make it stop.”
The fight left Riley then, and she was immediately hauled away. Her story gained renown, for the sheer shock factor of Riley’s inflammatory powers, and the selling point that was her love for her sister. Riley however was labeled a rogue dangerous to society, and locked away by officials who made threats wily-nily to Naomi’s life knowing it would control Riley enough for them to poke and prod her to their hearts’ content.
Equipment: Daggers. Lots and lots of daggers. She has a belt to carry rows of them like teeth, but she lost it when she was taken into custody from her home. But she has plans to fashion a new one from scratch if need be.
Powers/Abilities: Knife-handling. Riley can severely injure anyone with a blade in hand, and even out of hand. Her daggers always fly in the trajectory she wants.
She can control flame as well. Fire will burst to life in her palms, or fingertips, or a flammmable object at a reasonable distance - Riley enjoys being able to light candles without having to get up. She can put out a fire if she wills it, and adds in a little of her own fire as well. Her brand of flame is very difficult to put out too. Riley likes to joke that pouring milk over it helps, though the actual trick is to deprive it of oxygen. On a large-scale however that would prove problematic. She can also increase the temperature of her skin to an alarming pitch, so as to scald and give first-degree burns to anyone who tries to grab her. But she can’t sustain too high a temperature for too long; Riley has enzymes too that she doesn’t want denaturing.
Weakness: Mention harm to Naomi, and if she thinks you can make good on that promise, she will suppress herself. (If not, it will only enrage her) Drenching her with water would work well to stop her from committing more arson too, I guess.
Secret Hideout: Old, and rustic, the tree-house stands in the tree-tops, desolate and away from traffic. It used to be an old haunt for vagabonds and the way-less, and it's just right for Riley if she wants to be alone to think, or if she wants to kip a night.
Relationships: None so far with rogues or heroes, but she loves her sister Naomi dearly. She knows a few rogues who carved some names for themselves but ever since being locked away she hasn't heard from them. She has contacts, but they're all far away in her hometown, and distant from the years apart. |
2,081 | 41 | 57 | 1,186 | 845 | Earlier...
Claudia gave a slight smile, twisting a lock of her unkempt and uncut hair as the cell door creaked open by itself. Several whoops of excitement sounded from outside the cell, followed by the sounds of crunching metal as a few of the inmates took out some of the robotic guards. Claudia looked at her own hands, which were pale and weak-looking after so much time spent inside the lonely little cell. She decided that it probably wouldn't be the best idea to tackle the robots now, since "Big Red" would probably be asleep for the next few minutes.
She slowly got to her feet and staggered towards the empty door, only for the familiar feeling of burning, stabbing chest pain to overwhelm her again. Head spinning, she leaned against the door to catch her breath, feeling her neck for the device strapped around her collarbone with the tube connected to the needle embedded in an artery. "Cyka blyat," Claudia mumbled under her breath as she straightened out, trying to power through the pain. That Mr. Sinister character had said he was going to shut down all the superpower containment devices, but she couldn't tell from this angle if the collar regularly injecting her with anti-mutagenic compound was shut down or not. Either way, Claudia decided as she staggered towards staggered towards the wind tunnel, this thing would have to go.
She was more slowed down by the painful anti-mutagen then she thought. When the tunnel finally spat her out and she landed in the back of the domed room, the others were fighting the Warden already. Taking the scene in, she didn't recognize many of the other escapees in the room, although she thought the giant horned monster brawling with the Warden looked like something she saw in a horror movie once. A smoke grenade exploded in the center of the room, so Claudia took the opportunity to sneak towards the wall, well away from the fighting. She wasn't going to stand a chance against the regular robots without Big Red, so she wasn't dumb or gullible enough to go after the big one here. Until she got her old self back again, though, she could at least get this collar off. The apparatus itself was pretty easy to snap off without the security system giving her a near-lethal shock, but the needle was more of a problem. Feeling the insertion point of the needle, she almost jumped up as a grenade detonated on the wall next to her, spreading scrap metal over the ground, including a particularly sharp piece about the size of a cell phone landing in front of her feet. She swallowed, knowing what needed to come next, since the needle was too solid to cut through and couldn't be detached from the collar itself. With a stoic expression, she took the metal shard and held it to her neck, close to where the IV was attached. Hands shaking, dreadfully aware of what she had to do, Claudia closed her eyes and imagined the black haired girl with the kindest blue eyes sitting next to her, her hands wrapped comfortingly around Claudia's arm.
"I will do whatever it takes to find you, Kim..."
Claudia's scream was drowned out by the explosions and the sound of pouring water. Warm blood soaked her orange jumpsuit as the collar clattered to the ground uselessly, sickly green liquid oozing from the end of the needle. Claudia clasped a hand around her leaking neck wound and stared at the thing hatefully before realizing that the place was shifting dangerously, and the others were already gone out the front doors, leaving the suspiciously headless warden behind. Swearing, she tried to head for the exit, nearly collapsing again from another bout of stabbing, anti-mutagen induced pain. A loudspeaker somewhere overhead squawked about a Protocol Deep Sea being put into effect. With a name like that and the violent shifting of the island, it could only entail one thing.
"Of course the island sinks," Claudia said to no one in particular. "If they screwed up this badly of course they would want to bury the evidence under the ocean.
"But alas, it is time to leave," came an obnoxiously confident voice from the PDA tucked into the hip collar of her jumpsuit. "There is a sub waiting for you down by the dock." Claudia's eyes widened sharply. Submarines sunk under the water too. With a burst of manic energy, she charged for the doors and shoved them open, only to trip and tumble down the rock surface of the island, badly bruising herself in the process, and landing on her rear at the foot of the stone dock, just in time to watch the submarine dip beneath the ocean.
"No!" she shrieked after them, pounding her fists into the concrete, oblivious to the bruises and the still-bleeding neck wound. "You left me here, you bastards! YOU LEFT ME HERE TO DROWN!" She grabbed a sizable rock and lobbed it after the submarine's trail, overextending her throw and landing hard on her hands and knees. Breathing heavily, she muttered a steam of foul language as the cool water of the ocean began to lap at her clenched, bloody fists and blood from her neck wound began to pool underneath. She paused suddenly, as something clicked inside of her. The last traces of pain from the anti-mutagen faded away, and she felt a warm glow return to her chest, a feeling that had been desperately absent during her long incarceration. Claudia smiled in spite of herself. Big Red was back again.
But she still had to follow that submarine. Sure it would be easy to just abandon them and go on her merry way, but she wasn't stupid. Neither was Mr. Sinister, and she was sure that he had some way of ensuring that her and the other rogues would come along quietly. So she had to follow that submarine, and she had a pretty good idea how. She took out the PDA and held it in her hand for safe-keeping, then turned to look at the water and began to change her form.
"You know," she said aloud as her jumpsuit started to constrict and strain around her growing body, "I've always liked to go swimming..."
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Now
Red Wyvern managed to swim near the slow-moving submarine all the way to the shore, upon which she transformed back to normal and appeared near the back of the group as they entered the warehouse. Her jumpsuit had been shredded below the knees and above the waist by her transformation, she had lost her footwear and the stretched tank top she had on underneath was somewhat bloodstained, but she looked healthy otherwise. She listened to the butler in her usual stoicism, raising an eyebrow when he mentioned the kill-switch nanomachines. She wasn't surprised at why they were there, since it would be stupid to trust a bunch of criminals to stay and play nice, but she was curious as to what Mr. Sinister had in mind for her kill-switch. A super-concentrated dose of anti-mutagen, maybe? Either way, Claudia wasn't curious enough to throw someone across the room to find out.
When the butler finished his little speech and promptly vanished, Claudia shouldered past the group and headed straight for the bunks, where she found a pile of clothes sitting on her bed. She quickly changed out of her bloody and shredded clothes into a fresh pair of loose jeans and a gray tank top, then took a moment to soak her head in a nearby sink. Reveling in her new-found freedom, she remembered with a pang of loneliness and guilt that Red Wyvern didn't escape alongside White Wraith. No matter, she reasoned with herself. Once Mr. Sinister was satisfied and his debt fulfilled, she would find her again, and together...well, she didn't know what she would they would do once she found Kimi again, but she would know once she saw her again. The world was a confusing place, but when they were wrapped in each others arms, things just seemed to make sense in the world.
A loud growling sound shocked Claudia out of her nostalgia. She briefly looked around for the source before realizing it was her own stomach. She had forgotten how much energy Big Red burned through, and headed back to the lounge barefoot to get something to eat. Moving past the others without comment, although she shot a strange look at the woman eating two slices of bread, she loaded her plate with all the meat she could find and grabbed a bottle of coke before sitting at a table somewhat close to the shirtless karate character. She cracked open the bottle and took a healthy swig before she started to wolf down her food. It tasted like freedom, she decided. Delicious, carbonated freedom. | Name: Claudia Sokolov
Alias: Red Wyvern
Age: 22
Gender: Female
Species: Human (Genetically altered)
Appearance: When fully human (ignore the costume), Claudia stands about five feet and two inches tall, with a skinny yet athletic body. She has bright green eyes and short red hair, with smooth tanned skin and perfectly average features. When in her dragon form (somewhat resembling a female version of this), she stands a hair under nine feet tall with a very muscular form. Her skin morphs into deep red scales, claws grow on her hands and feet, and her head morphs into a more draconian form.
Personality: Claudia lacks empathy for anyone besides herself and her close friends, and she doesn't do anything that won't benefit those two groups. She normally comes across as cold and emotionless, but is prone to violent, emotional outbursts, especially when in her "dragon form", and she can easily tell when someone is attempting to manipulate her. She also doesn't recognize the concept of good and evil, and will steal, betray, and kill without the slightest hint of guilt or regret. While some would call Claudia pure evil, she does show genuine compassion towards those she considers friends, and while she would never admit it publicly, she would go to hell and back for any one of them.
History:
It was 1992, and Dr. Calvin Sobek, secretly the reptile-obsessed biochemist and supervillain Alligator Rex, had a big problem. In his war against his greatest enemy, the Cobalt Chevalier, he had subjected himself to numerous mutagenic substances and compounds which slowly wreaked havoc on his body, and after one particularly bad onset of illness, Sobek ran a test and confirmed that he would be dead in a little over a year. He was perfectly aware of the risks involved and had even planned one last, catastrophic scheme to be carried out before his death, but his body had begun to fall apart ten years too soon for such a scheme to be carried out. Dr. Sobek wasn't going to let a little thing like untimely death ruin his legacy, though, and had prepared a backup plan for just such an occasion. If he couldn't go out with a bang, he needed a successor, but a henchman would never do, and he had neither the inclination nor the time to produce an offspring. No, he would have to create an heir himself.
Dr. Sobek's final creation was two twin, female embryos, which he nicknamed Helen and Clytemnestra, cloned from his own DNA and spiked with small samples of his mutagenic formula, which would make them physically stronger then any average human and hopefully give them resistances to the DNA breakdown that was killing him. He was just putting the final touches on Helen's genetics when the Cobalt Chevalier burst into the room, flanked by legions of police officers. A firefight soon broke out between Sobek's minions and the police, and the doctor, crippled and close to death at this point, was dragged deeper into the lab by one of his henchmen, a poor Russian-borne thug, as chaos broke out. Believing Helen was lost, Sobek crawled to the incubator where Clytemnestra, now resembling a newborn was stored, and ordered the loyal henchman to escape with what remained of his legacy, but not before injecting the newborn with a massive dose of his mutagenic formula. He was later found dead and abandoned in the incubator room, a wicked smile still visible on his face. The Chevalier, thinking that "Helen" was the only child created by Sobek, decided to take the newborn in, and that girl would later become his sidekick, the Rouge Ranger.
The henchman, meanwhile, dropped off the "newborn" Clytemnestra at an orphanage in Chinatown, spinning a tall tale of child abuse and abandonment that convinced the matron of the orphanage to accept the child without asking too many questions. She only asked for a name, and the man gave her the name of his recently deceased sister, Claudia Sokolov, after which the henchmen ditched his colors and hopped on the first boat to Vladivostok the following day. Claudia's childhood at the orphanage wasn't a happy one, and while she often went hungry she at least had a roof over her head. In order to stave off hunger, she fell into the employ of local gangs, running packages of dubious legality for them making just enough money to avoid starving. It was here that she met her best friend, an orphaned Japanese girl her own age named Kimi, who rarely ever spoke to anyone.
The pair of them kept working as gangland couriers until Claudia turned thirteen, and something inevitably went wrong. Claudia and Kimi of them were working together on a large delivery, and when some local thugs saw what they were carrying, they decided that they wanted some for themselves and attacked the two of them. At the sight of her best friend being attacked, something inside Claudia snapped and Sobek's mutagen activated, mutating Claudia into a hulking, reptilian creature, able to send one of the thugs flying with a single punch and convincing the rest to retreat. Claudia was terrified and confused by what had happened to her, and tried to look to Kimi for solace. Smiling, the Japanese girl took a deep breath, then seemingly turned into a cloud of white smoke, passed through a solid wall and back out again, then materialized once more in front of her. Claudia was so stunned by the dual revelation that she and her best friend had superpowers that she didn't notice the man in the red military jacket making a phone call to his boss about "two potential recruits".
WGUF-What Got You Famous:
That boss was the enigmatic and mysterious Zhurong, a Rogue with the mysterious ability to cheat death through extraordinary luck and the leader of Phoenix, a criminal enterprise built like a paramilitary force and staffed with war veterans and immigrants from Russia and China with military backgrounds. Intrigued by their abilities, he personally offered the pair of superhuman teenagers a position in his establishment, with a substantial payment for their services. Claudia and Kimi readily accepted his offer, eager for the opportunity to hone their powers, and the pair of them became "agents" of Phoenix. Claudia's time in Phoenix was some of the best years in her life, and Claudia and Kimi's successes attracted more Rogues to the organization, making Phoenix one of the most powerful and dangerous organizations in the city. Claudia and Kimi became very wealthy and respected from their work in the organization, being called Red Wyvern and White Wraith by the media, respectively, and after Kimi broke her usual silence by confessing her love to Claudia, the two became romantically involved as well. The good times were never meant to last, though, and soon Phoenix found itself in a war with a new enemy; ARGO.
Surprisingly the criminal enterprise managed to hold its ground for some time, thanks to the brilliant leadership of Zhurong and the competency of agents like Claudia and Kimi, but when Zhurong was assassinated by his second in command, Smoking Mirror, the entire organization collapsed. Claudia and Kimi were captured by ARGO and sent to the Illwood Correctional Facility. To keep her contained, Claudia was fitted with an apparatus that regularly injected her with an anti-mutagenic compound, which prevented her from transforming into her stronger form. The injections also caused intense pain, and the ICF staff weren't always diligent with the morphine injections, but Claudia was able to persevere with the help of her lover, Kimi. One month later, agents from ARGO appeared to drag Kimi from her cell for interrogation. Claudia demanded to know what had happened to her, and when she assaulted a guard who said that she wasn't coming back, Claudia was thrown into solitary confinement for a month, without painkillers, and when she was returned to her cell, a new prisoner was in Kimi's place. Filled with rage and sorrow, Claudia swore that if she ever escaped from this place, she would bring down the bastards that sent her here and stop at nothing until she figured out what happened to Kimi.
Equipment: Nothing much besides an over-sized black tank-top and a similarly large, black pair of shorts, for her "dragon form".
Powers/Abilities/Skills/Talents: Claudia has the ability to mutate into a massive, reptilian creature at will. When in this form, her strength and durability are increased tremendously, allowing her to punch holes in steel doors, stop trucks with a shoulder check, shrug off gunfire, and tank explosions with little damage to herself. Her leg muscles also allow her to jump higher and run faster when in this form, and her healing speed is heightened as well. Outside of her superpowers, she knows how to use military-grade firearms and explosives, and she's pretty good at moving around unnoticed. She's also very convincing liar, and she knows how to see through a well-crafted lie herself.
Weakness: The anti-mutagenic agent known as K-926 is a chemical compound that can combat her dragon form mutation. When inhaled or injected intravenously, the compound forces her mutagenic transformation to recede to her human form, and causes intense pain in the process, making it extremely effective against her. Inhalation is effective for a moment or two, and an injection will prevent her from transforming for anywhere from thirty minutes to an hour. She's also just as vulnerable as a regular human when she isn't transformed, and can be killed or knocked out like anyone else if she doesn't transform back to her more durable mutated form in time.
Secret Hideout: Claudia knows of at least one underground bunker controlled by Phoenix located under an old parking garage in the Projects. Other then that Claudia has nowhere that she could call a home.
Relationships: Her only lasting relationship is with White Wraith, her girlfriend and a fellow Rogue who vanished when in the custody of ARGO. |
2,082 | 41 | 58 | 641 | 893 | Nihil gave no reaction to Claudia, the newcomer who she had not counted among their initial escape group but recognized from her dossier. She payed no heed to her odd glare, instead Nihil stared pensively at Riley as she danced around trying to thank her. Nihil glared at the short-haired girl for several seconds before getting up from her seat, walking towards Riley. For a moment it appeared Nihil was merely walking past her, but she stopped, standing shoulder to shoulder with her, facing the opposite direction as her. Nihil raised her hand, placing it on Riley's shoulder with a firm grip, moving her head towards Riley's own until her mouth was up to her ear.
Nihil whispered to her slowly, "What exactly is it you want from me, Riley Pielwood? Do you want to be friends? That would be a very... 'Human' instinct. Allow me to spell this out to you: I am not a Human, nor am I like you in any way. I may at one time have been, but that has changed for me. I'll let you in on a little secret, since you seem so interested: I do not feel emotion like you do. Well, that's not exactly entirely accurate, I do feel one thing: Contempt. I feel contempt for all of those around me and for everything in this world. So, do you see now, that talking to me is a pointless endeavor? I do not need your friendship, nor your gratitude, I gain nothing from either, so it would be best for both of us if you give up on this farce." Her voice remained flat and passive the entire time. Nihil hoped the markedly over-the-top display would be sufficient to scare Riley off. She released the girl, and strode to the exit of the room. She had lost her appetite. | Emma Summers | Nihil
Age: 29
Gender: Female
Species: Human
History: In the year 1986 a new kind of weapon was bred in the wind-swept desert of Afghanistan. The pressure of the Cold War has been on a steady rise, and it soon exploded in conflict. The Russian invasion of Afghanistan created a new warzone for the US to fight a proxy war against communism. Naturally they sided against Russia, supporting the Afghani Mujahideen. This war served as the backdrop of a highly illegal and highly unethical experiment conducted in the dark depths of the US Military-Industrial Complex by a secret group of researchers, unknown to all but a very select number of US Government officials. The question was simple: How does one create the perfect soldier? The first solution was technological: A serum that greatly increased the physical capabilities of a solider, additionally bestowing them with a number of 'super powers' that would aid them in their job. The second was much darker. In science there is an experiment that is considered taboo. Dubbed "The Forbidden Experiment". What would happen to someone if they were deprived of exposure to language of any sort? The researchers designed an evocative experiment: A child deprived of human contact. Taught by machines. Gradually exposed to the world through video and picture. Kept in peak physical condition. Raised by technology to be a soldier that had no regard for human life or their own life, instilled with unflinching obedience. Combined with their newly invented 'super-serum' this child was to be the ultimate soldier. The child had no name, but the researchers gave her a nickname: Nihil. A Latin word best described as meaning 'the absence of anything'. Nothingness.
It was at the age of twelve that Nihil was given her first mission. The Soviet–Afghan War was already over, but the Cold War was still on and researchers were eager to see the fruits of their labor. An operation was called by the general who was privy to the details of the experiment, buried in layers of deniability. The mission was simple: Capture a Soviet outpost. It was a task for a group of highly trained soldiers. Instead a little girl was sent in.
The mission, needless to say, was a success. Nihil proved to be highly capable in combat, and it seemed that all the programming and experimenting had indeed created the perfect soldier. As time went on the US's 'secret soldier' went on more missions, always proving successful against the most unlikely of odds. Every time it was the same: She'd receive her orders, be dropped into the hot zone, carry out her mission, exfiltrate, and then return to isolation, or to the training room connected to her cell, but she still always never saw a single person. The only times she had human contact was through the scope of a rifle. The only voices she heard where the screams of her targets. But something had to give, the shroud of isolation couldn't be kept forever. There was one variable that the researcher's couldn't control: Themselves. They weren't bad people... or maybe they were, but they felt remorse. Some of them were unable to handle the kind of research they were doing. Some were entirely uncaring, seeing Nihil as nothing more than a subject. But almost all of them were quelled by their paycheck. Almost.
One of them faced the ultimate struggle: Love. One of the researchers who spent countless hours observing Nihil came to feel a strange paternal affection for the girl who he had twisted into a soldier. It happened slowly, but it happened nonetheless. One day Nihil was sitting in her cell, as she always had, when something unexpected came through the slit in the door that had always delivered only food: A flower, and a note. The clean, white, sterile, surgical cell, devoid of anything but the basic necessities of life and a computer screen through which she had been educated had suddenly been invaded by a small speck of color. The facility rose in a panic. Their carefully controlled experiment had suddenly been thrown askew. The never anticipated one of their own going so far in mutiny.
Nihil picked up the note, felt the paper. The words which she had only ever seen etched into a computer screen. Researchers scrambled. She couldn't read it, they couldn't let her. It would likely destroy their work. As the mutinous researcher had been carried away, the door to Nihil's cell opened and for the first time she had seen a face on the other side of it. A stern face, a human face, reaching for the note. Suddenly her world had been thrown into question. Thoughts that never came to her, question that she had never come to ask. Who was she? Who were they? What are they? Who are the people she killed? Why did she exist?
Something snapped inside her. She understood that they did something wrong to her, the note made it clear. The girl easily overpowered the researcher, slamming his face against the wall and leaving a bloody smear. Their experiment was over. How could it succeed? No one can stem the very basis of human nature. They had reached too far. The girl they bred for war, of course, had no problem escaping from their confines after that. What was once a sterile research lab was sullied by blood. No one in the research staff, not one of the guards, nor one of the numerous other unholy experiments, not one of the janitors, or the maintenance workers, or the soldiers lived. They had created a monster.
An unfeeling monster that wanted nothing more than to feel.
As she emerged from the depths of the facility she emerged into a unknown environment. She had only ever known desert and mountains and the lab. This place was different. The mountains reached taller, scraping against the sky above. The ground was not sand, but concrete. Around her stood none of the 'Soviets' she had been taught were the enemy. Instead she was surrounded by people. Unfamiliar people. Numerous people, countless people. They stared at her: A teenage girl soaked in blood, carrying a rifle, clothing tattered. One of them called the police. Nihil was already gone, running away into a world she knew very little about.
Soon after that she found herself taken back into the fold of the US Military. Escaping wouldn't be that easy. It had been something they had prepared for. They could track her, of course. But things were different as she returned. She came to learn the name of the general in charge of the experiment: Brook. General Dalton Brook. He, like many of the researchers, came to see that the experiment was a mistake, so he extended an offer to reintegrate her into society with support from to government. The price was simple: Nihil's secrecy. No one would know where she came from. She wanted to know what life was like outside of confinement. She agreed.
She was soon re-educated, placed into an apartment, taught how to live like a 'normal' person. They gave her money. They gave her freedom. They gave her a name, Emma. They even let her join the VA. She was technically still a veteran, after all. But it wasn't enough for her. How could it be? She soon came to recognize what they took from her. What she could never get back. She was still a warrior, no matter what they did. She still couldn't feel like any other person. She still couldn't know what it was like to really be normal. So she disappeared, again. This time she made sure they couldn't follow. She used her powers to escape, again, and never looked back. She also promised herself one thing: She would exact revenge upon General Dalton Brook.
After that she slipped into the criminal underworld. By day she kept on her mask: The mask of a normal person, pretending to feel the emotions she could never feel. By night she was a rouge. Her powers made her a natural fit. She still only knew how to be a soldier. Assassination was her trade. She still felt nothing when she took a life. She felt no remorse. She wanted to hurt the people who hurt her and the people who didn't hurt her. She wouldn't be satisfied until everyone bled. But one thing still kept her sane. One thing kept her from being a psychopath: The memory of the flower and the note she had received from the one person who had loved her. The note she still kept with her. The note no one else would ever see. Part of her wanted to hurt, but part of her wanted to feel. Part of her wanted to discover the emotions she never knew.
As the years went on she felt her life become meaningless. She only lived to live. The feeling still wasn't there. She came to realize he joy that she once thought she felt when she killed was false, engineered by the researchers. She still wanted to kill Dalton Brook, but it seemed unattainable. He was half a world away. She felt trapped. And then one day during her 'late night activities' she was caught by a hero. Captain Power. She could've escaped. It would've been easy with her powers. But she gave up. She let herself get caught. He was confused, but took her in. And that was it. She was sent to prison, buried behind layers of security designed to prevent her escape. She couldn't be stopped. Ironically her powers made escape quite easy for her. But she didn't care. It was just like old times.
"I can leave whenever I want."
Personality: Nihil is devoid of emotion. She strives for it, but it's always out of reach. She's only felt emotion twice: Hatred for the people who authorized the experiments conducted on her, and a small moment of happiness hen she read a letter penned by the only person who has loved her. She is almost entirely apathetic towards existence, only driven by her goal to kill General Dalton Brook. She has no friends, has never tried to make any friends, and is seemingly unable to make friends. How can someone with no emotion have friends? She's entirely confident in her abilities, convinced that nothing can stop her, no matter how incorrect that might be. She rarely speaks, and isn't very easy to work with, instead preferring to operate solo.
Powers/Abilities/Skills/Talents: Nihil's principal talent is mastery with almost all forms of weaponry. She is a highly skilled marksman, able to use a sniper rifle to make shots that no normal human can make. She has a supreme reaction time and can slow her breathing to the point where it is almost impossible to discern if she is actually alive. Her senses are also highly heightened, furthering her skill as a marksman. Her skill with guns is so great that she can shoot the individual blades of a helicopter while they are in motion. She has been trained in the art of 'gun-kata', a form of martial arts that integrates hand to hand techniques with gunplay and the statistical study of a gunfight, allowing her to very accurately predict and then react to the patterns that her enemies will use, making her a very deadly foe against groups of enemies. She is of course, by extension, highly skilled in hand-to-hand combat and swordplay. The serum given to her also has imbued her with more 'super-human' abilities. She is more durable than an average person, able to survive a number of gunshots or a long fall, has strength comparable to a man twice her size. One of her principal abilities is they power to move at speeds that are almost imperceptible, appearing as little more than a blur. Additionally she can jump much higher than the average human, around the height of 20 feet. This allows her supreme mobility, letting dart quickly across the battlefield in a blink of an eye.
Weakness: Nihil's first weakness is her highly heightened senses. Although this at first seems to strictly be an advantage she is prone to sensory overload, extreme smells or loud sounds can have highly adverse effects on her. Additionally it is worth nothing that although she is more durable than the average human, unlike many super humans she is still very susceptible to gunshots or other physical damage. She might be durable, but she is very far from invulnerable. Finally the super-serum has had some adverse effects on her. She is prone to intense migraines, which in the past has not served her well in battle. The serum may have more negatory side-effects that remain unseen.
Secret Hideout: Nihil has no secret hideout, only a shitty apartment,
Relationships: The only feeling Nihil has for any person is the hate she feels for the General. |
2,083 | 41 | 59 | 1,576 | 358 | Riley took Nihil's glower for an answer, and was prepared to shrug it off. She could have reacted worst. There was a guy who had tried to throttle Riley while groping for his gun back in the day because of something Riley had said. She couldn't quite remember now, but she guessed - going by the way his face had contorted in blind rage - it had been a joking insinuation at his possible lack of endowment. Most people who hadn't been in the same circle Riley used to run around with hadn't seem to be able to stomach her, which made it easier to smear them away when the time and assignment with their name on the hitlist came, come to think of it.
But instead, Nihil approached Riley on her way to the door, and caught her shoulder in a grip, spilling words into the shell of her ear. Riley tensed, feeling the breath of another down her neck. Proximity was something you forgot in prison, and personal space became a permanent valuable rather than a respect. Riley listened, and when Nihil made to leave, Riley slid off the chair. She hadn't abused substances before, but she had an absolute addiction for challenges. It was why she had thrived in the gang that posed her task after task, why some part of her had died of crippling boredom while lying around in that cell.
But she certainly wasn't bored now, and god help her when her interest was piqued.
Riley followed after Nihil, and smoothly slipped between her and the door. "Are you going to ask a question and not hear the answer?" she asked, one eyebrow arched while an impertinent smile played over her lips. She kept her voice quiet, the words for Nihil to hear. "You feel contempt, I feel bored." She reconsidered, a thoughtful look passing over her face. "Well, either that, or I laugh." And she cracked a splitting grin before that too fell. Expression after expression like a rapid slideshow with no transitions. As for the gratitude," Riley raised her palms as though in defence, "you can forget it. I know I'm hoping to. The point though, is that there is no point.
"We're all stuck here, Rogue and Rogue. Yeah, bet you're not too thrilled about that but neither am I. So to answer you, Nihil, nah, I'm not looking for friendship - it's a weird thing, limits the size of your prey-pool - just a little light banter now and again. So relax a little, not gonna force you to be my pal. I'm just a human who happens to like to laugh the same way some Rogues like to hear people scream. I'm human." Riley clapped Nihil's shoulder twice, figuring that bit of familiar contact might rankle her, and tipped the corner of her lips upward. "But that ain't necessarily bad."
She took a step backward. "See you around then." Riley cocked two fingers at her, lighting the tips of them with fire as she did so, before she loped out the door easily. She slid out the yawning warehouse entrance with her belt jangling with the knives she had pilfered, and walked into the bright glare of the sun, baking the ground.
There was bound to be blank wall at the side of the warehouse where she could see if her aim had gotten rusty yet. | Name: Riley Pielwood
Alias: NA
Age: 20
Gender: Female
Species: Human
Personality: Snarky and with a love for sharp humour, Riley wouldn’t immediately come across as psychotic to those she meets. Fun-loving and highly appreciative of a few chuckles, Riley makes careless remarks and laughs whenever she will. Though bright and energetic, she hides her claws and filed teeth behind her wide smile, tucked away until her hackles have been raised. Her laughter is bark-like and sharp, as is her bite. She likes teasing people and ribbing them in good fun, but nowhere near as much as she enjoys seeing an expression ranging from dismay to horror to panic to pain unfurl over a face, and knowing she has put it there. She enjoys herself a fair dose of chaos, might instigate it now and then, but she has found that dropping in during the second act isn’t all too bad either. She has an intense weakness for challenges too, and can’t stand being bored, especially if mundane people let her down and fail to fulfill her amusement quota. Sarcasm and sardonicism keep her entertained during lull periods. She doesn’t particularly need to see blood to be satisfied – hasn’t got much of an appetite for it, to be frank – but she will draw it to prove a point if need be. Vindictive, she can get childishly petty and vengeful when she doesn’t get her way. Needless to say, she is not the most mature, but she will do anything for her little sister Naomi.
History:
Riley was born in a rough neighbourhood on the more dingy side of town, to parents who may have loved each other in a previous life but must have ceased all affections somewhere after their honeymoon and before her birth. It was a crumbling union of two unfortunate souls too prideful to separate that Riley witnessed as a toddler, loathed as an child and overlooked as an adolescent. It helped matters none when her mother got pregnant again and Riley got herself a younger sister at nine. Of course, it was left to Riley to look after the thing right after it was weaned. It took all of six months for her to get attached to little Naomi, but once she began to feel warmth uncoiling in her stomach when looking at the ankle-biter’s rosy cheeks and guileless gummy smile, she was stupidly loyal to a baby. By then, she had gotten herself into a few scuffles, though nothing serious. She would return home with bloody knuckles and bruises blooming anywhere imaginable and her baby sister would brush her chubby grasp over the tender spots on Riley’s skin like a whisper. Their parents had never been big on gentle physical touch, and Riley absolutely lived for those moments. She never lost a fight, and came home daily to coo over Naomi as the dull aches slowly pulsed into faded muscle memory.
Their parents slowly spiraled further and further away, eventually becoming so detached and in need of remedy that the dining table was empty more often than not, as they spent their days languishing in numb, alcohol-induced limbos. That however didn’t bother Riley as much as how bone-dry Naomi’s bottle was getting, and when Naomi got a fever Riley was thrown into absolute panic. She considered it a miracle her sister hadn’t gotten sick earlier – the darkened flat hadn’t been feather-brushed in years, much less properly cleaned, and Riley’s cheeks were growing gaunt and hollow to keep Naomi’s plump but almost, it would seem, to no avail. Riley could see it all – the hunger, the pain – diminishing to naught as she perched owlishly by the crib, desperately clinging onto Naomi’s pudgy fist as she screamed and her face turned ruddy and her little voice choked on her own tears.
The next morning in school, a boy passed a mindless comment that sent Riley rocketing off her seat. She was sick with worry, and the boy was a brainy bespectacled thing who deserved all her resentment because he came from a house that wasn’t falling apart and parents with a love as deep as their wallets. He couldn’t even fight her off with his own fists. Instead, he begged her to stop and tried to sweeten the plea with money. Riley almost scoffed, until she realised what he was offering and plucked him off the ground. He meekly handed her five dollars, but a shaking of his shoulders and a snarl in his pasty face raised the sum to a princely fifteen. With that money, Riley was able to buy milk formula for Naomi. Given another two recesses and a whole playground full of potential victims with cushy families, Riley could pay for a trip to the doctor’s. She attracted strange stares in the waiting room, as she cradled a squalling baby in knobby arms and with cheeks smudged as dark as soot, but she glared at the receptionist and nurses and patients who were all just blockades between Naomi and the doctor until they tore their eyes to the ground.
Naomi got better, but Riley continued to bully the kids, until the pantry was stocked up again and Riley herself began to fill out. When she was twelve, upperclassmen who had seen her exploits during recess where the teachers couldn’t see invited her to play truant with them. She surveyed them warily at first, until they mentioned money. By the time Riley was thirteen, she had become a bully outside of the playground, and ran around with a gang of youths who were all older than her but headed in the same direction. Rogues had already started becoming an issue then, and these gangly adolescents with enough tar in their lungs to reline roads and tattoos snaking around their bodies like vices fantasised living lives of obscene wealth, play, and skullduggery.
They got up to mischief on a daily basis; Riley learnt from the smarter ones how to con and deceive and be wily, for the delayed gratification of whipping the carpet out from beneath the feet of the unsuspecting; the brutish ones with a relish for inflicting pain traded their more sadistic skills for Mathematics tuition; she was given a fair share of whatever profits they could loot. Even if the gang was majorly made up of dim bulbs and dull tools, Riley was saving up handsomely, and they made her laugh and lightened her heart even if they lived a story set against the most grim of backgrounds. Plus, her thick-as-thieves associates in malice would have gladly jumped a bullet for Naomi, now at four a cute rascal with a smile to melt even the ringleader’s heart and enough naivety to shame Riley, and she was grateful for any protection they could offer, now that she had gotten herself involved in risky business. But she lived every day laughing and playing with her sister, running around and wreaking havoc around town with teenagers as mad and starved for the intangible as her, and it was a good life to live.
But then it all went wrong when Riley turned seventeen, and had herself upgraded to an organisation which was bad news on a whole new scale. Naomi would ask why Riley didn’t go see their usual friends, and Riley would never tell her that those usual friends were absolutely paltry compared to her new ones. But her new affiliation offered so many more benefits – namely, an income, if she did her job.
But because the one above was too long, I added in this summarised version, because I can understand it would be a pain to read through the whole thing.
Riley was born in a rough neighbourhood on the more dingy side of town, to parents who may have loved each other in a previous life but must have ceased all affections somewhere after their honeymoon and before her birth. She later had a little sister by the name of Naomi at the age of nine, who came to care intensely for. She would often get into fights in school, but always came home to Naomi and for that she was grateful.
Their parents then stopped providing for them, and it worried Riley that Naomi was getting less and less fed. When Naomi got a fever Riley was worried sick, and after beating up a rich boy in school realised she could extort money from her classmates, using what she unjustly earned to buy milk formula for Naomi, pay for her health, and feed the family again.
When she was twelve, she became involved with a gang of youths who were all older than her but filled to the brim in the head with fantasies of being rogues. Riley learnt from the smarter ones how to con and deceive and be wily, for the delayed gratification of whipping the carpet out from beneath the feet of the unsuspecting; the brutish ones with a relish for inflicting pain traded their more sadistic skills for Mathematics tuition; she was given a fair share of whatever profits they could loot. She stayed on because she was earning and learning, and running amok with these people lifted her spirits.
But then it all went wrong when Riley turned seventeen, and had herself upgraded to an organisation which was bad news on a whole new scale. Naomi would ask why Riley didn’t go see their usual friends, and Riley would never tell her that those usual friends were absolutely paltry compared to her new ones. But her new affiliation offered so many more benefits – namely, an income, if she did her job.
What Got You Famous:
The same problem happened; I'm so sorry.
And she did. She did do her job, got herself paid and told to rest on her laurels until something else came along and they called on her duty again. She did her job several times over, and did it well even if it would make her stomach turn. But she overcame her squeamishness quickly enough, and only pursed her lips when she did her job. But somebody else didn’t. Somebody else screwed up, and Riley was awakened one night by Naomi’s screaming, her parents’ shouting, and the door to her room being kicked down.
She was seventeen. A seventeen-year-old girl caught in her bed in nothing but boxers and a singlet, eyes still bleary from sleep and squinting into the spotlight shone on her, as her little sister cried at the doorway, held back by parents who now gave their undivided attention. Perhaps she wasn’t exactly what the ARGO team had been expecting when they crashed into her house on an overnight mission to round-up members of a rogue organisation they had just dismantled, because there was a beat of absolute silence from the officers – armed with impressive weaponry and decked out in bulletproof vests and suits which all looked overdone now – before they started to order her to the ground, voices ricocheting in the cramped room.
When Riley failed to comply, one of them reached forward to roughly drag her off the bed. But it had been a long time since Riley had slept, sure of her safety. Before the officer could even blink, she had dragged the serrated edge of the dagger she kept beneath her pillow into the flesh of his underarm.
Howling, he let her go, falling back and failing his arm so that blood flew everywhere. Pandemonium peaked, and Pandora’s box opened in that room itself as voices exploded and rifles were whipped into the hunter’s crouch, aimed right at her heart. Another soldier tried to advance, and the hand holding the dagger twitched to right beside her ear, ready to be thrown.
Caught in this stalemate, everyone became motionless, except for Naomi who broke free of her parents’ hold to push against the back of an officer’s legs, desperate to get through, crying for Riley even though her entire front was splattered with another man’s blood. The officer turned sharply then, every instinct lit and every nerve strung high, and swung the barrel of his rifle down as he peered at Naomi.
It was aimed right at her sister.
I cannot lose her. With a flick of her wrist that was too easy – so familiar, so simple – Riley threw the dagger. It embedded itself deeply in the chink of armour that had been revealed as the soldier craned his neck downwards. In a spray of blood from the back of his neck, the soldier gave a last sputter and fell.
A body was flung at her, pinning her at once against the floor. Riley landed on her back, the breath flattened out of her. She started to wrestle with the man, scratching at his face and knocking his visor askew, all the while hearing the high-pitched shrieks of Naomi. She made a claw-like shape with her hand, whipping it forth to rake her nails down the man’s face. Unexpectedly, the man yowled anew when tongues of flame licked his face.
His comrades who had scrambled to save the fallen life whirled around to find Riley struggling to her feet, gazing in awe at her right hand now swallowed in fire. She looked up, to see soldiers with eyes full of intent to bring her down, and waved her arm around, a torch that roared with life as she yelled, “Stand back!”
Obstinately, the team advanced, and she flung her hand at them. Fire sprung to life behind a man’s ears, and he scrambled to beat it out. But try as he might he continued to burn. New screams filled the room, and hesitantly the team began to recoil.
There was a window just paces away from where Riley stood. She was just about to leap for it, when she heard Naomi – all screams now dead – whimper, “Make it stop.”
It was enough to strike Riley dumb; that pause was enough for what remained of the force to bring her down and innovatively bag and handcuff her hands. But she remained limp, lifeless, beneath them, hearing on endless repeat Naomi’s plea. Once she was hauled upright to be taken away, Riley bent to Naomi’s level long enough to say goodbye, before she was heaved into an armoured truck; before she could say – hypocritically – stay out of trouble, be good; before she could hear her sister burst into tears again.
Riley’s story gained renown. After all, a girl whose hand spontaneously combusts into flame is never conventional. Reporters craving a juicy story martyred her when word got out how subdued she became once she heard her little sister call out for her. The efforts to make her a saint only intensified when a journalist shallowly researched her background to hit upon the sheer depth of Riley’s care for Naomi. But it was all useless, because Riley was labeled a rogue dangerous to society, locked away somewhere by officials who made threats wily-nily to Naomi’s life knowing it would control Riley enough for them to poke and prod her to their hearts’ content, and no amount of media press was ever going to get her out.
Naomi worked with the organisation for a while, fully aware that it was nasty business but getting over her qualms about it for the money she and Naomi were dependent on. But then somebody made a mistake, and an ARGO team came to round up members of the rogue organisation they managed to dismantle. They kicked down their way into her room before the eyes of her parents and Naomi. They woke her up abruptly, and when one of them tried to roughly drag her off the bed, she cut him with the dagger she slept beneath her pillow.
Both parties conscious that the other was dangerous, everyone became motionless, except for Naomi who pushed against the back of an officer’s legs, trying to get to Riley. The officer turned at the push, and swung his rifle in such a way that the barrel was aimed at Naomi. Afraid at once of losing her sister, Riley threw the dagger and it cut into the back of the soldier’s neck.
One of the men pinned her to the floor, and while trying to fight him off, Riley’s hand burst into flame, causing him to yowl and fly back. Riley used her hand now aflame to ward them off, and set a man’s ears on fire from a distance. This gave the rest of the team cause to pause, and while Riley thought about jumping out the window as the men all burned at her feet, she heard Naomi whimper, “Make it stop.”
The fight left Riley then, and she was immediately hauled away. Her story gained renown, for the sheer shock factor of Riley’s inflammatory powers, and the selling point that was her love for her sister. Riley however was labeled a rogue dangerous to society, and locked away by officials who made threats wily-nily to Naomi’s life knowing it would control Riley enough for them to poke and prod her to their hearts’ content.
Equipment: Daggers. Lots and lots of daggers. She has a belt to carry rows of them like teeth, but she lost it when she was taken into custody from her home. But she has plans to fashion a new one from scratch if need be.
Powers/Abilities: Knife-handling. Riley can severely injure anyone with a blade in hand, and even out of hand. Her daggers always fly in the trajectory she wants.
She can control flame as well. Fire will burst to life in her palms, or fingertips, or a flammmable object at a reasonable distance - Riley enjoys being able to light candles without having to get up. She can put out a fire if she wills it, and adds in a little of her own fire as well. Her brand of flame is very difficult to put out too. Riley likes to joke that pouring milk over it helps, though the actual trick is to deprive it of oxygen. On a large-scale however that would prove problematic. She can also increase the temperature of her skin to an alarming pitch, so as to scald and give first-degree burns to anyone who tries to grab her. But she can’t sustain too high a temperature for too long; Riley has enzymes too that she doesn’t want denaturing.
Weakness: Mention harm to Naomi, and if she thinks you can make good on that promise, she will suppress herself. (If not, it will only enrage her) Drenching her with water would work well to stop her from committing more arson too, I guess.
Secret Hideout: Old, and rustic, the tree-house stands in the tree-tops, desolate and away from traffic. It used to be an old haunt for vagabonds and the way-less, and it's just right for Riley if she wants to be alone to think, or if she wants to kip a night.
Relationships: None so far with rogues or heroes, but she loves her sister Naomi dearly. She knows a few rogues who carved some names for themselves but ever since being locked away she hasn't heard from them. She has contacts, but they're all far away in her hometown, and distant from the years apart. |
2,084 | 42 | 0 | 1,435 | 3,655 | I push the present to the past and received the scars that we both got...
A week ago...
Zachary Harper, an ebony haired man with ocean blue eyes stared into the darkness of the night with a small, sleeping white puppy cradled in his right arm and his left hand holding onto a flashlight. He wore a white tee with Slayer on it, with ripped, dark denim jeans, black vans, and a red hoodie. The sound of crunching leaves could be heard in this vast Wood right behind the playground in Allure Park. The young man had strayed off the hiking path, following small landmarks of his past. Lately, there had been a growing desire within him, especially this night in particular, to visit this place he hadn't seen... in awhile. Halloween was swiftly approaching, which meant it would have been his and Scarlet's six year anniversary. They would have been married by now.
Her image kept flashing in his mind while he laid in bed, trying to get some sleep for his early morning helping his twin move into her boyfriend's new apartment. It got to the point where he just said 'fuck it' and took his puppy out for a late night drive in his deceased parents' midnight blue minivan. Absentmindedly, he found himself by the park which led to a distant memory.
As Zac walked deeper into the wood with brisk wind blowing against his light skin making his cheeks a faint pink, his mind projected small figures he hadn't seen in years. The innocent children ran around him as they played 'Hide & Go Seek Tag" in the dark. Looking up, he saw a young Julius on a branch peering down at little Genie, who was following suit. Trees away, Alver poked his head from behind a trunk to see if the person that was 'it' had come out yet. Zac watched as his mirage self, with vibrant maroon hair rather than black, tripped over the roots of a fairly large tree, scrapping his knee. Tears built up in his deep blue eyes but no sound escaped his lips. He didn't want to give away his position. Picking himself up, lil Zac limped to find a hiding place, unaware of someone not too far behind him. Time was running out. He was sure to get caught!
A hand grabbed a hold of his and the youngest of the friend group was pulled in the direction that led toward their paradise shack. Within time, little Zac's blurry eyes realized Niles was holding his hand and taking him inside to clean his wound. Silently, they made their way to the side of the shack. Leaning against the side of the clubhouse as a strawberry blonde boy with heterochromia ran out of it, excitingly yelling, "Ready or not, here I come!~", the two boys waited for their moment to slip in. As they waited, the now 25 year old man watched his doe-eyed little self look up at the brunette with admiration. His small hand tightening on the bigger hand as they slipped into the fortress without being noticed.
Breaking from his daze, Zac found himself standing inside the aged shack... (Holy shit, it's still standing)
~
After reminiscing for a bit but also recalling some of the worst times in his past when his childhood friends fell apart, Zac made his way back into the heart of town to where his humble abode was The Music Loft, or well above it. He's been at this joint for years and he'd like to keep it that way.
Placing his sleeping prince on the right side of his bed, the man went to his desk and opened up his laptop. It was 3 AM in the morning. Going to his email, Zac began writing a message.
To: Graham, Julius <[email protected]>
Subject: Hey buddy! Catching Up
Dear Jules Julius Graham,
I was wondering... How are you? Would you like to meet up sometime soon? I want to talk to you about something... that's been on my mind, but I would like to wait until we're in person. I'd like to talk to you in person. Get back to me when you can.
Thanks,
Zac Zachary Harper
From this point on up until Niles' scene collab with
Julius' phone went off in the dead of night, chirping off a loud, vibrant tone that pulled him from his slumber. A little aggravated, the muscular man's green eyes fluttered open and snatched his Galaxy S7 from the bedside table. His frustration faded as soon as he saw what had awoken him was an email from his old friend Zac, and a smile replaced the grimace that had been there before. Zac apparently wanted to talk to him about something, but in person... Julius could only guess as to what that meant.
To: Harper, Zachary <[email protected]>
Subject: RE: Catching Up
Hey, Zac! Why so formal? I'm not your boss unless you wanna come work in construction... xD. But yeah, that sounds awesome! I can do this weekend. We can talk about it more when I'm awake though. Got work in 3 hours.
BTW I just realized you're still using a Yahoo account! LMAO. I really need to get you with the times, man.
...Our hearts are full of thorns. Thursday, October 27th.Mostly Cloudy. High of 55°, low of 34°. Feels like 51°. Tonight 50% chance of Showers.
Zac is wearing something like this: Click Here. With ripped black jeans and red converse.
Julius is wearing something like this: Click Here
Good Morning, Sunshine!║ 1, 2, 3, 4 some crazy-ass kids come and knock up on your door so... Let em in, let em in, let em in (hey) ║Theme Song for this section
Following a long path on the outskirts in Julius' giant, red truck, they pulled up at an elegant two story house. At least one of their friends were doing pretty damn well for themselves. As Jules drove, a box of Dunkin' Donuts Munchkins rested on Zac's lap as well as a bag with breakfast sandwiches. They would just go to Alver's door nonchalantly and be like 'Heyyyyyyyyyy we got food!' It should be that easy right? Taking a deep breath in, the young male earnestly stared at the house as the car went to a halt. After the muscle man put his truck in park and turned off the ignition, Zac exited it and patiently waited for Jules to get the coffee out from the backseat.
The only noticeable thing about the youngest that changed was his hair. Other than that, he still very much had this youthful aura about him. Though his style did lighten up over the years, less black, you know? He nervously looked at the house. Their options were: be weirdos and climb into one of Alver's windows or enter through the back or... be normal and knock on the door.
"This... this is his house right?" Turning his head, the young male met his blue stare with Julius' green eyes. Maybe they should turn back? This will turn out terrible, right? Is rebuilding friendships even possible!? Julius was the easiest to convince but the rest... Zac's anxiety was swiftly building up. His palms feeling a bit sweaty.
"Uh... I mean, that's what the GPS said. Looks like he took my advice and reached for the stars. Not bad, Al. Not bad at all." Julius told Zac, a big smile on his face. The anticipation was killing him. He hadn't seen the albino in years. Jules imagined he was still the tiny kid he was all those years ago.
After the blonde responded, they both approached the door, Zac more cautiously than his old friend. Without further ado...
*KNOCK KNOCK*
The gameplan was if Alver shut the door on their faces, Jules would stop it before it closed and... the rest would be figured out after that... this wasn't the best plan, but it was a plan. Having a plan was always good even if it wasn't very clear and there was a high chance for improvisation.
~You've Always Been Fun-Sized!║ We're sending out an invitation to everyone in every nation. But don't sleep get on the run. Stop thinkin' and have some fun! ║
Entering the DeJaBrew, Zac's stomach growled like a famished lion. Sure, they ate like a couple of hours ago but... there was always room for more. However, he was cheap and didn't want to order any of these overpriced pastries. Taking a seat at the far left corner table that leaned against the wall, a table that had a good view of the entire cafe, Zac surveyed the masses for their childhood friend with heterochromia. This was probably a terrible hour to visit the cafe (lunch hour), but maybe, just maybe... Mikaela would have time to talk to them.
Luckily, ever since high school, Zac has been building his contacts and connections, so finding Micah wasn't that hard. Finding Alver's place was more of a challenge, but this cafe was a big hotspot like the Music Loft is. From what a coworker had told him, today was the strawberry blonde's day shift. The dark haired man prayed to some higher power that Micah didn't get suddenly sick. There was no time to postpone their ambush! No sir! It was today or... TODAY.
Taking off his hoodie, his blue orbs continued to look at the many faces in the cafe. From the distance, he saw a figure approaching them... the man was too far for Zac to fully distinguish his features, but something was telling him to not look away.
"Yeah, can I get a triple shot espresso with extra whip cream? Oh, and can I get... all of those macaroons right there? Hm. I probably shouldn't, but I'm gonna do it anyway: I'll take a strawberry danish too."
Julius was at the front counter, ordering for himself. Typically, he wasn't one for the daintiness of coffee shop pastries, but he really couldn't help himself right now. That breakfast sandwich earlier had hardly done anything for his appetite. After all, he was a big guy with an even bigger appetite.
As far as their game plan was, well... We'll see how this goes!
~Tossin' Away The Past║ Hold on, don't look back. You know we're better, we're better than that ║
For about twenty minutes, the two men stalked a garbage truck that they strongly believed Genie was driving it. Parking a street away, Zac hopped out and rushed Julius, "Come on, before he drives off! We have to make this seem 'coincidental'. Lets go for a jog!" Not waiting for the blonde's response, Zac took off. He knew within seconds the macho man would catch up but definitely not surpass him. Since they were little, Zac had always been pretty fast for his size. It was probably because he was hyper active kid and excitable at everything once he passed his scaredy cat barrier.
After crossing the street and jogging onto the sidewalk, they approached another big guy, like Jules, but who was surprisingly short, pick up the remnants of garbage that his machine did not pick up. Pretending to be out of breath, Zac slowed down his pace and a surprise expression floated onto his face, "No way! Genie... Genie Fulton? Is that you?" The youthful minded man could remember when he looked up to his old friend, now Zac was two inches taller. He decided to avoid the topic of height... Most men didn't like being short.
"Oh! How silly of me. It's Zachary Harper, you remember from elementary?" He gleamed a smile at Genie, not aware of his past crush with Julius, who was standing right next to him. Standing next to these two guys, Zac felt kind of scrawny, (Maybe I should lift some weights...)
The physically fit Julius bounded after Zac, noting that the kid probably should have done track. Instead, he chose the lazy route. Had he pursued the more athletic career, the blonde figured Zac might have become an Olympian or something. Coming behind the long haired man, he spotted the familiar face of Genie. Not even remotely close to being tired out, Jules strode up to them and gave the garbage man a wave.
"Hey, Gene! Wow, you look great! Long time no see." Julius called out, grinning at his old friends. Like old times, he still towered over the two of them.
~I Can't Even Handle The Club║ I love to flirt to see. I'm only talking to you if you wanna surf my seas. ║
Nope. Totally not nervous at all.
The flashing lights glared into Zac's blue eyes as he had just went through security. Strolling in with faux confidence, the man that was secretly dying inside aimed to go straight to the bar and get a drink. He needed something to loosen him up. Was the club scene something he was use to? Absolutely not. Why did his connection tell him this was where someone could most likely find Niles... What has he even been up to?
The music blared into his ear. He couldn't hear anything anyone was saying. A soft hand grabbed his and pulled him into the crowded dance floor, the next thing he knew he was in an awkward situation with little to no space. Bodies against bodies. Barely dressed ladies. Seizure music.
One of the girls, a pink hair dynamite, brought his head closer to her's, as she giggled into his ear, "You're so hot!" Another girl, with curly blonde locks, pushed her friend out of the way and rubbed her bottom against Zac's junk, "Why haven't I seen you here before?! I'd remember a sexy guy like you!!"
(You're doing fine Zac... don't be nervous...breath, breath, breath) Why were these girls so aggressive?! And as if on cue, someone sent him a savior his... twin!?
"Sorry ladies~ He's with me!" The females that surrounded Zac grimaced and gave his flamed hair sister a nasty look. They were too drunk to realize the two of them looked very much alike. His twin swayed her body and gave him the eye cues to follow her. Zac did exactly as she mentally suggested, holding her hips...and dancing behind her, more clinging to her like a child than anything. Before he knew it, he was in the safety of the bar, sorta.
"Hey Louis! Give my bro a whiskey sour, I'll take a straight up Blow Job! Put it on my tab~" With widened eyes, Zac looked at his sister like she was crazy, though he was grateful for the drink. "It's thirsty Thursday! You should know better, what are you even doing here?! You never come here!" This club was one of the best night joints in Willow Valley and his twin was an occasional guest.
"I-I can ask the same thing to you too." He carefully watched her take the shot with ease.
Rolling her eyes, Gabby yelled, "Don't worry about it! I'm babysitting! I can handle my drink and yes, Vince gave me permission. He's out with his boys anyways." Gabby's girlfriends gestured for her to come dance with them. Giving her brother an apologetic look, his twin dismissed herself, "Duty calls! I'm glad you're getting out~"
The bartender slid Zac's drink to him and leered at him as if he was staring at some fresh meat, like a predator waiting for a snack, "What brings you here? You're gorgeous, by the way." Was Louis flirting with him? Picking up his whiskey sour, Zac downed it out of pure nervousness, "You're not so bad yourself. I'm looking for someone..." Zac glanced at the chaos and felt like this search would be a lost cause. This place was a madhouse.
"Just say the name, I might know who you're looking for. Of course, depending on the person, there might be a price~" Swiftly, Zac turned his head and looked at the ash blonde man. He was desperate... and perhaps, there was a deep yearning to see... Zac shouted his old friend's name, trying to talk over the music, "NILES BLAKE!" The bartender simply smiled... not saying anything in response. | - snipped - roleplay closed - |
2,085 | 42 | 1 | 66 | 1,312 | You can't even smile without trying, right? Don't worry, monsters don't need to.
A shiver ran through his psyche as he woke up, but Micah couldn't seem to move. Sleep paralysis, that's what it was. It was all just a dream... If only that was what it was. Memories slipped to the front of his mind from his nightmare, sending daggers through his heart. Luke... He had fallen asleep by his bed again. He was laying on his side on the floor with Luke's tiny comforter slipped over him. His sweet little boy didn't have to see this.
Mikaela could move again. He bolted upright and slipped a hand over his brow. How many times had this happened over the last couple of months? At this rate, he might need some kind of medication... Micah just needed to calm down. He slipped his knees up and planted his face in Luke's comforter, the blue cloth dotted with dinosaurs.
"Pa-pa, if you don't get up now I'm not gonna hug you for the rest of the day!"
"I'm up, I'm up!" Mikaela reassured Luke, throwing the comforter off of him and wrapping it around his adorable son's shoulders. "Ah, I don't think I'll be able to survive without Luke's hugs for a whole day!" With a flick to Luke's nose, Mikaela finally got up and looked at the time. "Eheheheh, I'm gonna get yelled at~ Let's go Luke!"
~
The sound came from the back a few minutes after the two men walked inside. There was a crash! And a bong sound that seemed like it came from something bouncing off the dumpster outside. Next thing anyone knew, the door at the back of the small coffee shop opened and in came a small boy with platinum blonde hair and a... rather frazzled Mikaela. His hair was sticking up in some places, which had to be some feat considering it was so straight normally (what kind of sleeping habits did he have). Luckily, Luke had remembered for his father to put his contacts in, the manager of DeJa Brew slipped passed regulars apologetically as he headed to the back.
No one knew yet why the small boy was there. In truth, Luke's school had been holding conferences so he had the next few days off, there was no way the boy would skip. Luke stretched and looked around, peering at the customers to distinguish the regulars and the newcomers. Lunches were always considerably rushed, which is why he had pestered Micah so much for taking a nap. Knowing that Luke would be staying at home all day, he had tried to get his shift off to no avail, that being said he took a shift in the wee hours of the morning, then had a break right before noon. Luke had found him asleep, kneeling against his bed when he woke up.
Oh! There was someone in the corner. Their ebony hair was long and seemed really silky. Luke slipped two chocolate chip cookies that Micah had made and headed over to him... Or were they are she?
"Hi there! I've um, never seen you in the shop before. Your hair is really pretty uh..." The young boy blushed as his hand held out his bounty, "Cookie?"
Now Mikaela was late, luckily he still had been wearing his clothing from his earlier shift. He shifted into the back room and slipped his red apron on, before taking a look at the new coffee the trucks had been bringing in that morning.
Some of his coworkers were gossiping at the counter in hushed tones, "Did you see that guy at the counter! I've never seen him before... Should I be so bold as to put my number on his cup?" Someone new? Micah didn't exactly think that anything was out of the ordinary as he took a step out of the back room, seeing Julius. His shocked expression came with a tiny blush. Not only was he seeing his 'younger brother,' but he was just... so much bigger than him. | Name
Mikaela Winter
Nickname
Micah
Birthday
November 7th
Age
29
Formula and Sexuality
Uke II Heterosexual turned bisexual
Goal
Be able to support his son and give him the life he deserves. To be able to connect with his true "family" again.
Family
(Third person POV from his father's perspective)
The Winter Family is known for being one of the most prestigious families of Willow Valley. They only had one boy they named Mikaela after the boy's great grandfather. His father never really approved of him, and did everything to kick that unpredictable imagination out of him and groom him into the successor he was meant to be. During middle school, this behavior got worse, his son was mixing up fantasy and reality. Thinking that these would be his last free years, his father let him be on his own.
Once Mikaela arrived in high school, work was to be done. He had private tutors that would make him work all the hours of the night after school. He was always made to be in the top three places in school. Someone was influencing the successor, his grades were dropping drastically, he would shut himself into his room after school. He came home one day with cuts all over his face... His father immediately sent him to a boarding school. His heir would not be so weak! After two years of schooling, Mikaela pleaded with his father to let him come home, be with his mother who was having arthritis, gaining the proper social skills of an adult. Mikaela was allowed to go to a public college.
There he met Emily, his forbidden love. His father tried to reason with his successor, the vixen was praying on his weak son. Finally, his father threw him out, disowning him.
Once his wife was out of the picture. Mikaela's father did reach out a hand to his dreadful son, saying he would forget the past and adopt Luke, but Mikaela refused.
Marriage/Love
During college, Mikaela met a girl named Emily that was his only hope in the world. His angel was just a normal college girl that could never be accepted by his parents. Mikaela was disowned from the family, but he didn't care. Mikaela was married for a short period of three years from when he was 22 to 26, but his wife died 3 years ago. Emily had been suffering from a hereditary heart disease since she was young and passed away with no other family. He had one baby boy named Luke.
Mikaela never did have any other relationship besides his marriage. There was a time in middle school... But that never did go anywhere.
His son was born with lighter lavender eyes that came from his father and blonde hair. Luke has a habit of milking his cuteness, but always ends up taking care of his papa. Luke is exceptional at cleaning and housework, more of the time taking care of his dad than the other way around.
Occupation
During the daytime he works as the manager for a small bar/coffee shop. At night he works as a waiter at his friend's high-class restaurant "Tonnelli's Italian Cuisine Restaurant." His sweet old lady neighbor Jocelyn takes care of his son while he's out at night.
At his coffee shop job he wears contacts that make his eye color blue. He leaves them off for his waiter job in order to get extra tips.
Sometimes he would make up some inventions he would use around the shop. He was a decent gadget handy man as well.
Appearance
At the height of 5'4" he's a bit on the short side. He tries his best to keep the average weight of 125, but his weight is always lowering due to his high metabolism. The thing that stands out most about his appearance is his two different colored eyes. His right eye is a mint green, while his left is a deep lavender. he also has a burn scar on his left leg when he saved Luke from dropping a pot of boiling water on his head. He has strawberry blonde hair that is sickeningly straight and he usually leaves it to its own devices.
Style: Not really being the fashionable type, Mikaela usually wore whatever his father ordered him to wear. All of his fantasies were kept in his head. He always had the baby face of his. Some people wondered if he ever did go through puberty in the first place, it seemed like he only grew taller and that was it. His voice changed seemed to be gradual and no one could really notice when it came to his normal voice now.
Middleschool Clique
"The one everyone leaves alone."
Mikaela was the kind of person that was always staring off into space and caught in a day dream. In his earlier years of middle school, he was bullied a lot. He kept it a secret from the people around him and slowly all the bullies grew tired of him. The girls at school liked him for his mysterious look, but would leave him alone when they found out he would either talk for days about what he was thinking of, or just ignore them caught in some other delusion. He was always working on some kind of trinket that no one could understand.
Highschool Clique
"The Freak"
It wasn't until high school that he met Jonah. No one had really gotten that psychological and that cruel when they bullied him in middle school. The teenager seemed to always have this sweet happy smile on his face, appearing to others as a good friend of Mikaela's. There were quite a bunch of misunderstandings with it. He would label Micah as a freak, someone that only had the purpose to disgust people. He might grow up to have money, but he'd just become the puppet with his father pulling the strings. Jonah wrecked at his mental state more and more. Mikaela became so withdrawn from reality it messed with his health. Was that a dragon peeking from around the corner? Did the walls just start to close in? Day in and day out was a terror.
It was one day when Micah was so out of touch with reality he was unresponsive to Jonah. Getting angrier and angrier, the sadistic bully carved light lines into the other's face. It stung a little, but his words as he sliced him cut far deeper. When Mikaela came home, his father shipped him off to boarding school.
He gained more confidence during those years. Mikaela realized he didn't want to carry on his father's legacy. He would do everything to make his father happy... then slip out right from under him.
Past Crush
He had a deep crush on Genie that he could never explain. Yes, there was no way he could like another man! But... this was Genie... All the boys might have caught on to his affection, but he never did confess.
When they were in middle school, Alver confessed to him. Mikaela didn't know what to do. He had been caught at one point reading something with suggested homosexual tendencies. The boy... he had been locked in the closet all night after that. He wasn't gay! That wouldn't happen... Not as long as he lived under that household. Mikaela did his best to soften the blow of his rejection, but it didn't seem to work.
Current Crush
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Are you in contact with a Rose?
No
Personality
The boy always seems to be thinking up some new kind of fantasy as a kid. Before he met his childhood friends, he would spend hours staring at the wall and dreaming up new fantasies. He is a lazy bum who can't seem to clean anything right. He was diagnosed with ADHD as a child, but when he is able to focus enough, he's able to cook well.
Mikaela loves being around people who all care for each other, they help bring his fantasies to reality. He may not show it, but smiles are all he wants to give other people. He also sees the world a lot differently from other people. Each different sound has a shade of color, and there are all beautiful. He always believed that Zac's blue voice was the prettiest though.
Mikaela may seem distant to you now. When he talks to people, he puts on a facade of being super happy, keeping a save emotional distance between the two of you. If he doesn't try hard enough, he usually keeps a straight face all the time, and that creeps people out.
Because of his time in high school, he does his best to distance himself. Micah doesn't want people to find out about his fantasies, he doesn't want to call him strange or a freak.
He has a son to take care of. Luke and his friend Hank are the only ones around him that know about his daydreaming. Since he isn't good at housework, his son picks up the slack, he's usually taking a nap at home or playing with his son.
Short Bio
Mikaela never seemed to be fit for the heir to the Winter family. His eyes seemed to be two different colors and he was always off in his own world. His father thought of him as weak and would force him to study all the time. Micah didn't care too much about that, since studying wasn't that bad, whenever he wasn't studying, he was off in his fantasies. In his family, no one knew his true emotions, because he was so bad at showing them on his face.
But then he met his first friends, the ones he actually called his family. They all seemed to be younger than him, but they unconsciously taught him how to express himself. He would laugh and play like a normal boy, which his parents had never seen before. Mikaela's favorite place was the club house, that was the only place he would ever go to when he final felt the pressures of his family.
But... Everyone left. He couldn't handle the stress of rejecting Alver, the one he thought of as his "family's" mother. Mikaela realized what he was leaving, but he just couldn't handle it. His fantasies were his only company after that.
After the intense bullying from Jonah, Mikaela was shipped off to boarding school. There was no way he could leave everything he'd known just to be under his father's thumb. If he had learned anything from Jonah, it was that he was going to turn into the puppet if he didn't do anything.
Mikaela convinced his parents to let him go back to college in Willow Valley. There he was able to not be the most popular, but not be the loner either. He was able to meet Hank his freshman year and start his first proper friendship in forever. Jonah didn't go to his college so he didn't have any influence there.
His second year... he met Emily. His beautiful angel, the one he hoped to spend his life with. They did everything together. Micah decided to marry her the first chance he got. But his parents said no way. Mikaela was the heir, he was to have an arranged marriage and take over the family business... but he fought back full force. His father got so pissed that he disowned his own son, not caring that he wouldn't have an heir anymore.
Those next few years seemed to be his happiest after his childhood memories. They didn't have much money, but they made due and had a son right away. Luke was a reincarnation of his mother... but that must have been why she died from a heart attack. Mikaela was able to bounce back out of his depression because of Luke. He was able to stay firm and not let his parents take Luke away from him.
To support his son, Mikaela worked extra hours as a waiter at a rather high-class restaurant. He devoted his life completely to his son...
Jonah was back. He had gone and gotten a master's degree from his college and came back just to torture Micah. He came around now and again to wreck at Mikaela's mental state. He never did really fight back against Jonah, the only times he did was when Jonah said things about Luke.
Jonah... the man came by one night while Luke was at a sleepover. He was outrageously drunk and overpowered Mikaela, raping him and sprouting insults left and right. Even Jonah felt a little bit bad about that when he woke up, so he paid Mikaela a hefty amount of money to keep him quiet and half-seriously joked about them doing it again every so often. |
2,086 | 42 | 2 | 792 | 4,390 | Niles
"Well they think I've been messing with the wrong stuff; Nah, I've been messing with the right shit. Yeah, I fuckin' like it."
11:10 P.M.
There was something about the atmosphere that was immediately nauseating, and it wasn't the lingering smell of booze and sweat or the way that body heat coated the dance floor in a thin cloud of warmth, like an aggravating sauna. Niles didn't quite know what it was that made these clubs so...off putting because it was a collection of things. The thumping music. The fact that some people took 'Thirsty Thursday' to mean something other than drink specials at the bar. The barely twenty one year olds making their first in a four year long list of mistakes. There wasn't much to love about these night clubs...and yet Niles couldn't keep away; he wasn't a nightly visitor by any means...but his presence at clubs like this had not gone unnoticed by those who were willing to look a little harder. Places like this, where the music drowned out the awkward flirting and the overpriced alcohol, weren't exactly his scene. Sure, there were benefits to be had, but the ratio of people Niles would be into was smaller than the ratio of people here that would be into Niles.
"Mister Carter," the bartender, Louis, slid a napkin in front of Niles as the brown haired actor pushed his way from the overcrowded dance floor towards the bar itself. "Bottle or glass tonight?"
"Bottle. Definitely." Niles had to speak over the music, it was a wonder he didn't go hoarse with how often he had to do something as simple as that. This is why people just went to regular bars, they didn't have to shout over annoying music or deal with sweaty, half-cognizant people, half of which would wake up in some stranger's house for a forgotten walk of shame.
Louis set a green bottle in front of Niles with a smile that only widened after Niles slid a twenty across the counter. The beer was five. The tip was another five. The discretion from Louis was a ten. Louis had made the mistake on Niles' first night at this particular establishment of speaking like a fan would, wide eyed and freaking out. Normally, Niles didn't mind if someone came up to shake his hand or a quick photo for whatever social media was their poison, but there was a time and a place for that. A club filled with people just waiting to be the next top story on TMZ because they have a risque scandal with someone on television was not the place. When he walked through those doors there was no Niles Blake. He was Mike Carter, a seemingly average name for someone that wanted to pass as close to average as possible.
Niles, beer in hand, leaned back against the counter, eyes scanning the floor, looking for nothing in particular but watchful all the same.
11:20 P.M.
"I'm sorry...I don't normally do something like that." The same line Niles had heard countless times and one he simply got in the habit of nodding his head along to. Both parties know it's a way to save face, but Niles at least had the good sense to not backpedal. No one ever wanted to be adults about it, always quick to make up an excuse as if that would make Niles think any more or less of them.
It's hard to buy the story anyway, given that in most cases it was never Niles that made the first move.
He had been nursing his drink, shaking his head at some of the more...well...thirsty dances going on on the floor when a tap on his shoulder snapped his attention to his right. Even in the dim lighting Niles could see the blush on the guy's face. College kid, no doubt, unkempt blonde hair, young face but not in the babyface sense of the word, and nerves hidden behind awkward laughter. "I'm sorry if I'm bothering you...but I have to know...are you...Niles Blake? From Willow City Beat?"
"I could be, but who's asking?" Niles spoke back, keeping it as casual and close to the chest as he could in the situation.
"It's just...I'm a fan and you look just like him. And...And I..And-"
Niles silenced the fan by placing his own index finger against the guy's lips, shushing him as one does. The rest was simple. A whisper of admission to the identity. Another whisper of sweet nothings. Soon enough it's a retreat to a back room, a dark corner, or a stall; lips come together and the sound of a nameless affair drown out the still throbbing bass.
"I'm sorry...I don't normally do something like this..."
Why did they always say sorry? As if the experience was bad or that they had hurt Niles in some way. It didn't matter much anyway, as Niles barely responded as he took a moment to check his hair in the mirror. He was the first to leave the comfort of the bathroom, no worse for wear and thirsty enough to order another drink.
"NILES BLAKE!" came a voice loud enough for Niles to hear. Another fan, perhaps, or...
Niles turned his head towards the bar just in time to see Louis motion with his eyes right towards him. Niles was shaking his head towards the bartender, what the hell was the point of the discretionary fee if he was just going to tell some random nobody...and then Niles' eyes trailed over the curious arrival.
"What the...hell are you doing here?" Niles shouted towards the kid at the bar. No, not a kid. Not anymore. But as he spotted Zac Harper, all grown up, he could still only see the teary eyed childhood friend staring back at him. | Niles Blake || 28 || Homosexual, Seme
"Whispered something in your ear. It was a perverted thing to say, but I said it anyway. Made you smile and look away..."
Birthday
September Twenty Second
Goal
To see if it's true what they say...that you can't go back again...and in so doing making amends with the past, in whatever capacity that comes in.
Marriage/Family/Love Life
One would have to define relationships first to determine how many Niles has been in. He's been spotted at high profile events but never with his arms around anyone...though that could well be because he knows how to slip out of a crowd arm-in-arm with someone for an hour or two. His relationships, the ones that last longer than a few fun filled weeks and nights, tend to not last more than a handful of months. No pets to be had and the only remaining family he cares to consider is his younger sister, currently slaving away in art school.
Occupation
Star of the Small Screen; Actor noted for his role on a moderately successful police procedural.
Appearance
5'10"
139 lbs
He once had a tattoo but had it removed and the scar still lingers, leaving a burn mark on his left shoulder blade. His eyes are a muddy brown, but are anything but dim. The only time he's been seen with facial hair is when his role(s) demand it, otherwise he's as clean cut as one could imagine. His hair, a natural brown, wasn't always so perfectly maintained and straight, and some people remember when Niles had permanent bedhead no matter what he tried.
Middleschool/Highschool Clique
Niles was one of the band kids. He made first chair cello because he was the only cello player in his year.
Past Crush
Current Crush
Are you in contact with a Rose?
Possibly Not
Personality
Niles is a bit of a smooth talker, quick with a joke and even quicker with an expression of genuine interest. And that's him when the camera isn't running and he isn't spouting far-too-clever lines at a way-too-quick pace. Despite not quite yet being in his thirties, Niles acts as if he's that cool older relative everyone looked up to and loved having over for family events. At least, that's how he presents himself to the ever discerning public eye. Rumors surround him, from co-stars mentioning how much of a perfectionist he is, (to the point where an extra was said to have fled the set in tears after being scolded by Niles) and how he believes that he knows better than the directors or people in charge.
Niles positions himself in a power position, making it clear from day one that anything he's involved in will eventually move along according to his own pacing and design. Which, on the plus side, makes him the consummate professional but then does make him hard to work with and even harder to like.
And still, despite that, Niles' natural (or seemingly natural) charisma and presence has served him well in his private life. Many claim to have been picked up by Niles but given how the details of his private life (including even his sexual orientation) are just that, private, no one quite knows who is in the know. But Niles has gone on the record on a late night talk show that things are 'going well' in regards to his romantic life.
He's not in the closet personally. Just professionally.
Short Bio
Niles Blake only ever wanted one thing growing up and it was as shallow a want as any other child's. Niles wanted to be cool. But of course, that never seemed to be a possibility. He wanted a bass. He was given cello lessons. He wanted to style his hair after the people in magazines. He came to school once with what could generously be called 'bucket hair'. To his credit, he kept a positive attitude towards his misgivings, mishaps, and overall aura as a well meaning but misinformed dweeb. It helped that he was a naturally funny person, able to shrug off the embarrassments and turn them into endearing stories to be retold and recalled at a reunion years down the line.
His parents had a rather amicable divorce when he was near about half finished with high school and his little sister, Becky, was just starting. It was as simple a matter as both mother and father realizing that they didn't love each other and thought it would be better to just...see other people. Niles saw it as his responsibility to watch out for Becky, but realized it would be difficult with him going away after his own brush with what could be considered a 'divorce' of sorts and eventually onto secondary education. Still, the funny, kind of dweebish band kid was always watchful towards those who got close with his sister, which only made things tense between the siblings. Becky just wanted a fun high school life, to make mistakes and such.
Niles' life relationships, mainly his familial but even his younger friendly ones, all seemed to be breaking apart which, of course, affected the young Niles. He's since patched things up with Becky (paying for her art school goes a long way) but his lack of meaningful relationships has not gone unnoticed.
Rebecca Blake is currently in art school. She operates her own art blog where she takes commissions. Wants to become an animator. |
2,087 | 42 | 3 | 1,005 | 128 | G E N I E _ F U L T O N
It wasn't particularly hard or easy nor was it particularly something to be proud of but, it paid well and it made him feel worth something. Waste Disposal Truck Driver. Maybe if he'd paid a little bit more attention in school, skipped less, and actually gone to college, Genie Fulton might have become something a little more worthwhile. But with all the chaos rampaging his home, his absent father, his promiscuous mother, Genie became nothing more than a trouble child. He had been a hot-headed child back then, easily snapping at others. These days, however, Genie had mellowed out and patched up his relationship with his mother somewhat. A little call once a week, maybe a home visit as well - it was nice.
Genie woke up at exactly seven-AM every morning and went about his morning routine. Then it was nine-AM, time for work. He left his home, walking down the little sidewalk, then made his way to the bus station. From the bus, he went into the city, to the large building where all the other disposal trucks were held from there, he took a truck on route. It was fairly simple really. Stop at a house, pick up the trash - keep at it until his lunch break at twelve-PM, then work some more until five-PM.
3.10 PM
There was a strange feeling disturbing Genie's mind. As though someone was following him. Now mind you, in his off time, Genie hit the gym often and could fend for himself fairly well but Genie just couldn't shake off the feeling that something big was to come. So as he paused his truck and hopped out to pick up the green-colored garbage tin, he felt a shiver run down his spine as a familiar voice addressed him.
"Oh! How silly of me. It's Zachary Harper, you remember from elementary?"
Oh yes. He remembered quite well. Genie dumped the trash into the back of the truck and settled it back down on the driveway. Zachary Harper had been one of his few friends in the short time he'd attended school. 'Friend' was a relative term. Zachary had just been one of the kids that had hung out with some group of kids just as Genie had. Genie had never been particularly close to any of them, often skipping school in favor of playing at the arcade or trying to look 'cool' with kids older than he. But - he had appreciated their company and if anything, Genie almost missed spending time with them, even if it had been plenty of years since. If Genie remembered, Zachary had been the quiet one of their little group - and quite pretty as well. Genie recalled his first meeting with Zachary - a little school play where Zachary had been chosen to play the heroine. How silly it was; Genie had mistaken Zachary as a girl and afterwards, upon discovering he was a boy, he'd teased him relentlessly about it. It was a friendly tease, Genie thought. Nothing too harmful. They had their fun times.
"I remember," Genie didn't smile back at Zachary, opting to cross his arms, peering curiously at the other man. He was dressed in a simple light blue jumpsuit with many pockets and construction gloves on his hands. On the other hand, Zachary was a little more flashy, a little more stylish, and most certainly male.
He couldn't help but feel a little irk of irritation. If he remembered well, Zachary had been the sort of boy to sit about and avoid exercise - why was it that he was taller?
"Hey, Gene! Wow, you look great! Long time no see."
Now this man, he remembered. Julius. An old-time crush and as tall as ever. Genie couldn't help but let a little bit of pink dust over his rugged features. Julius had certainly toned out well. They'd often fought when they were younger but perhaps it had simply been that Jules' unrelenting courage to stand up to him that charmed Genie. He'd often pushed Jules to his limits, trying to see just how far Jules would go and each time, Genie had fallen harder for the blonde man. He'd thought he'd gotten over him but perhaps he hadn't. He felt his heart flutter and beat a little more rapidly because it had just been so long, and he couldn't help but think Julius had not changed at all.
"Long time no see," he agreed with a little smile of his own. Had he been in his teens, he probably would have shouted and made a huge ruckus but Genie was no longer the aggressively hostile boy he'd been back then. He was most definitely still quick to snap and quite terrifying when he did - but Genie had been working on his brash attitude because he was an adult now. Brash attitude and bar fights would put him behind the bars - then who would look after his sweet Sally?
"I get off at five tomorrow," he glanced at Zachary then back at Julius, "If you want to meet up. I'm working right now so - "
Genie opened the truck door and glanced back at the two, a little bit of nostalgia swirling in his chest, " - it was nice seeing you two." Julius knew his email. | Name
Genie Fulton
Birthday
February 18
Age
27
Formula and Sexuality
Seme and Homo all the way.
Goal
Nothing more than to keep being friends.
Marriage/Family/Love Life
Has had several past boyfriends but presently is not seeing anyone. He also has a cat named, Sally.
Occupation
Garbage man
Appearance
5'6''
~150lbs.
Right ear is pierced. Piercing on his right brow-line. Tattoos on both his forearms of roses and koi fish curling around the arms but pausing right below his biceps.
He often dyes his hair several colors, changing it once a month; however, his natural hair is black along with dark hazel eyes.
Middleschool/Highschool Clique
Loner who often got in trouble and missed school. The only reason he continued school was for his friends, the only people he is fiercely loyal to save for his family. Not many liked him for his brashly outspoken nature and tendency to snap quickly.
Past Crush
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Current Crush
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Are you in contact with a Rose?
None.
Personality
Genie is as he looks. He is cruel at times, messing around with other people but he can have his bouts of kindness. He's aggressive, fiercely competitive but when he loves someone, he really loves someone. With that one special person, Genie is like putty, completely at the will of his lover - often stumbling over his own feet to please the other person the best he could. But with others, Genie lacks a certain self control and is easily set off by even a little wrong word.
Short Bio
Genie is a single child whose father left at a young age. His mother, an owner of a small florist shop, is a promiscuous woman who often handles several boyfriends at a time (one reason why his father left). It was these licentious tendencies that garnered a spout of hatred for his mother in his younger ages and caused much of his rebellious tendencies. These days, however, he has come to terms with his mother after recognizing what she has sacrificed to give him a good life and has tried to turn his own life for the better by taking on a job. |
2,088 | 42 | 4 | 2,181 | 13,532 | Disappearing is the only thing I'm needed for. Eternal solitude is all I deserve.
8:30 AM
It was quiet. Like normal. Though the birds chirped ever so softly outside that jogged a very tall almost bleached white man out of focus from his drawings. Pale lavender eyes blinking slowly as he stared down at his sketches for his next manga book, he slowly removed his oval shaped glasses and set them on his desk. Drawing slender fingers against the tired eyes to ease them awake. It was already morning it seemed, it felt like time just flew by. Perhaps he should call it a night then, since he got a lot of work done. Alver tended to stay awake at night, and sleep during the day. Those who knew of him often referred him as vampiric because of this. It was a custom he had grown accustomed to after some time. To avoid the sunlight as much as possible. He hadn't had much reason to leave the house anyway ever since he broke up with Lucas. Before then was even rarer. Especially after father died...
Giving a slight yawn, he stretched out a little before standing up from his desk. Setting down his pen, the white haired man glanced over the collection of figurines, manga books, posters, and plushies before moving toward the closed curtains and pulled it aside. Examining the outside, to find some satisfaction of having a dimmer light despite being morning. It looked pretty cloudy, and might rain today. Perhaps after a three hour nap or so, he could go take a walk at the park. For now, perhaps he should have some tea before going to bed.
So, Alver headed out of the room and down the stairs. A soft meow could be heard and once he took the final step to the first floor, a grey ball of fur rubbed up against his legs. With a smile, the tall pale man bent down and stroked his slender fingers against the affectionate feline's head. "...Morning Miko." he greeted the cat gently before continuing on to the kitchen to make his cup of tea.
There was no denial that it was a bit lonely... but that's alright. He at least had Miko and since he moved here, it has been rather peaceful. No buckets full of paint falling on his head, no chittering neighbors within earshot, no looming stares.. no children gossiping and using him to play chicken, it was rather alright when he thought about that.
8:59 AM
After a cup of tea and taking some time to relax, he washed his cup, put it in the dishwasher before heading to bed. Flopping down on the bed face first, he mumbled as Miko decided to jump on the cushy bed as well and promptly step up along his back. Kneeding it before curling in a ball between his shoulder blades. The albino gave a few mutters of disapproval but didn't move from his position. Too tired and comfy to really care about his feline deciding to use him as a personal heated pillow. Slowly, he removed his glasses and set them down on the nightstand. Just a little nap would do.
9:00 AM
About a minute into his nap, he could hear something outside. Before long, his door was being knocked upon. Head jetting up in alarm, Alver whipped his lavender eyes toward the direction his front door was. This of course caused Miko to give mew of complaint as she padded off his back, alarmed by the sudden movement. Confusion etched its way on his slender face as he tried to think of who this mysterious visitor could be. Lily hadn't scheduled a meeting had she? No he couldn't recall any. Mother still was out at work, so she wasn't stopping by anytime soon. Lucas? Hopefully not. There wasn't really anybody around that would bother walking all the way over here since he lived in the more woodsy part of town. Just so he can avoid people. Perhaps some salesman? Maybe.
Ugh... He did not want to go open that door. It meant he had to socialize. No. No, It's fine. It was rude to not answer it, so he better just suck it up and deal with it. Glancing up on his back wall, was a sword displayed on it, and he gave a minor prayer. "Okay. For emergencies, Sakabato... check. Guide me well Kenshin." he mused before rolling out of bed. Running his hands quickly over himself to flatten out his clothes to look somewhat decent. He wore a plain white silky shirt, unbuttoned to the middle of his chest. Hugging his slender frame. Wearing beige sweat pants and a pair of white socks. His white hair reaching just pass his shoulder blades, hanged loosely and was only mildly disheveled. Quickly he ran his fingers through it to flatten it a bit. Muttering as a strand frizzed out and he'd have to try and flatten it again quickly. Not exactly formal wear, but it would do. He wasn't planning on having visitors for long. Long enough to find out what they wanted then shooo them away.
Walking out of his bedroom, he headed to the front door, peeking his head from around the staircase cautiously to stare at the door. Moving his eyes toward the batman bat the rested just beside the door, he took a deep breath. "Batman Bat... double check... Hopefully I will not need your services, Dark Knight." Alver murmured before taking another deep breath to get his composure. Okay, everything was alright. He was a tall, intimidating, odd looking man. It was all fine. If anything weird happens, he can totally scare them off. Just intimidate them, use the vampy/ghostly features to the advantage. They don't have to know that he totally wouldn't hurt a fly. Nope.
Once he got his bearings, Alver walked to the door, posture straight and his lavender eyes narrowing seriously. Pressing his hands against the door, he took a look through the peephole to examine his unexpected guest. Guests apparently. It was difficult for him to see clearly through the peephole, but it seemed to be two boys. One pretty small with black hair, the other pretty big and beefy with blonde hair. Hesitant to open the door, he bit his bottom lip in minor suspicion before shaking his head to get up the courage and just interact. So he opened the door, slowly, before fully revealing his tall pale form. Lavender eyes staring down at his two visitors. Thankfully, his porch protected him from sunlight even on sunny days, so he could safely stand at the door.
Alver opened his mouth slightly to say something before pausing as he felt... a sort of familiarity. Squinting his eyes as he fully looked over the two shorter men, they soon snapped open wide as recognition finally came to him. That baby face.... that air of jovial joy that surrounded a giant being... No.. it couldn't be.
How? Why? When? What?
Harpy and Teddy.... or in other words Zachary Harper and Julius Graham. Alver was not prepared for this. Not at all. He hadn't seen these two in... years. He was for sure he had disappeared from their lives. How in the blueberries did they find him?! For whatever for?! Did mom tattle? Did Lily decide to play a sick joke on him? Did someone stalk him home?! Once full reconition and movement was allowed, Alver immiedietly tried slamming the door. Despite feeling... a part in his heart filling with joy... a great part of it was utter terror. Though his expression remained blank other than mere surprise, his mind was trying to retreat.
"Mission abort Mission abort Mission abort! Noping out of Nopeville!" He couldn't help but think in his mind.
Sadly, it would seem that his attempt to complete shut out his childhood friends was met with failure as Julius managed to catch the door. Right eye slightly twitching, he took a deep breath before crossing his arms over his chest and narrowed his gaze into a full on glare. Well. That didn't work.
After a few moments of silence, Alver finally managed to speak. ".....You have five minutes to either leave. Or explain what you want. Or I'll drain all of the life essence from your body..." The ghostly man's voice spoke out in a minor threat. It was a bit silky and elegant, yet sharp. Though in reality it was empty. He wouldn't actually ever hurt them. Still if they left then all the better. Playing the weird ghost or vampire worked on the kids sometimes... He appeared to be annoyed, though not necessarily at what they were currently doing. Honestly, Harpy dear probably had some silly plan and dragged Teddy into it. It wouldn't be surprising. Really, he was more glaring at Zachary's hair, as he looked over the two of them. Considering his mode of proper escape was just halted, he might as well check out his friends and see how they grew up. Teddy definitely got bigger and put on some muscle, but Harpy still had that pretty face. But he dyed his beautiful red hair! Little twerp!
Course, Alver held his tongue. He wasn't Harpy's mother, so not like he could complain. But for the love of all that is holy... Zachy has such a pretty shade of red hair. | Birthday
October 31st
Age
26
Formula and Sexuality
Versatile and Homosexual
Goal
To be a little more out of shell. Do what friends do. Hangout and things. Or attempt to.
Marriage/Family/Love Life
Has been in one relationship four years ago. But he shut himself in after the break up. Has a grey she-cat named Miko. His father, having died when Alver was fifteen, was a kind man. While his mother still lives working as a policewoman. Rarely home.
Occupation
Writer/Manga Artist/Artist
Appearance
Height: 7'0
Weight: 160 lb
Other prominent traits: His skin is ghostly pale, odd lavender colored eyes that occasionally change depending on the angle with the sunlight. White hair. Often wears a pair of glasses or contacts. Despite being tall, he's pretty skinny and almost looks fragile. But he can still pull off a judo move or two.
Middleschool/Highschool Clique
He's the nerdy, introvert sort of person.
Past Crush
He had a crush on Mikaela Winter during his school years. Alver felt a silent connection or familiarity towards his childhood friend. Perhaps because they both were... off in their own way. Bullied, misjudged. Alver didn't particularly have much hesitation when he figured out what he was feeling, and ended up confessing. Yet he was turned down. Heartbroken and crushed, he felt a bit bitter yet he just smiled in response. Then his father died, and the combination of grief assisted in secluding himself from everyone.
Current Crush
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Are you in contact with a Rose?
No.
Personality
Alver is sort of quiet at first, mostly because he starts out suspicious of other people due to what his parents often warned him about and his previous encounters. Due to this, he can be sarcastic, sometimes a smart-ass, and let out a bit more of his dark sarcastic humor. He's also sometimes a bit mean and bitter when it comes to people who seem to feel overly sorry for themselves. He doesn't mean to be cruel, it just comes out that way. However, he's a pretty mature, sweet and kind boy who's rather calm most of the time. Pretty level headed, and doesn't enjoy fights. He's naturally curious and adventurous and enjoys wandering about often, seeming to ignore any possible danger. Although he doesn't have a lot of social skills and finds it difficult on how to talk to others, he does want other people's company even for a little bit. Having been secluded most of his life. But he's always willing to lend a friendly ear to those who feel down, giving his own friendly advice and opinions. Quite a fatherly/brotherly figure towards those younger than him. He loves flowers, stargazing, singing and playing the piano. As well as practicing Judo his father taught him. He also likes animals. Despite his overall kind nature, he can be mischievous and enjoys teasing others and has a little bit of dark humor. Despite others not usually enjoying his presence and sometimes hating his own appearance, he has a small bit of pride in his looks and never really attempts hiding his hair anymore, even growing it out into a longer length. He also enjoys taking advantage of those who are a bit scared of him from the 'demonic, ghost, vampire' rumors.
He is however quite a bit naïve. Mostly a introvert during the day, and spending most of his time drawing or reading, he's not very good with technology or picking up certain things. He hasn't watched many movies, or adventured the internet other than strictly for work, sayings usually fly over his head, and he usually thinks his looks drive people away, so he never notices if people actually find him attractive. He's neat and organized, his house quite tidy and doesn't quite enjoy a mess. Though usually is the one who always cleans up even if the mess isn't his. Though he does enjoy wearing loose clothes as they are comfy. Likes cute things (including people).
Short Bio
On the day of Halloween, October 31st, gave birth to a boy with striking white hair and very pale white skin. Eyes a pretty light lavender color that often seemed to change color depending on where the light struck them. Sometimes lavender, sometimes a very light pale blue, and even a tinge of red people would say. His parents were quite shocked to see such a pale baby and wondered if he was just unhealthy, having never seen someone as pale as a ghost. He wasn't, the was just born with the gene of extremely rare pigments of a albino. So, his mother named him Alver, meaning "White" in Latin-American, along to fit with his last name, Rozu meaning Rose. His parents worried over his well being, as the doctors gave them proper diagnostics of possible defects of albinos, as well as studying their own research. They feared he would burn easily and wouldn't be able to see well since he had such low pigments in his eyes.
So he was quite sheltered as a child. His parents often trying to keep him indoors and away from people, in fear of others reaction. As well as not wanting their son to burn easily or hurt his eyes further. Alver however was the curious sort. He wanted to go outside, play, interact with the other children. Including going to school like everybody else. In which case, his parents relented as long as he wore a hoodie, brought a umbrella and sunglasses with him. Of course this made him look a bit more awkward.
His father died when Alver was fifteen, and his mother spends most her time working as a policewoman. Through his time in public school, he was often bullied for his looks. But he stayed around and put up with it so he could be with his friends. However, when his friendships fell apart... So did he. Unable to handle it and becoming bitter over people, he left public school to be home schooled. Shutting out the world and finding comfort in his own tiny one.
When he was fifteen year old and he was out playing by himself, he was kidnapped by a group of shady people. His parents were of course on the case and hunted them down, however, during the rescue, Son Rozu was shot in the crossfire and bled out. He lost his father that day and he blames himself for it. This was what really made him shut and push everyone away. Not wanting to put others in danger just because of how he looked. He didn't want to see someone else bleed and die in front of him like his father. Especially someone he cared about.
As a adult after his friendship broke with his childhood friends and his father's death, he more or less secluded himself from people as much as possible. Save the occasional few from work.
Other
*He has sensitive hearing and sense of smell. So he doesn't like loud places or strong smelling areas.
*He likes to play piano and sing occasionally.
*He enjoys cooking and is actually quite good at it.
*He'a a bit of a clean freak and his house is kept tidy.
*A habit of is that he takes care of others. Makes sure people are well fed, makes sure their clothes are straight, makes sure they have what they need. It's why he was taken advantage of by bullies as he'd usually 'help' them with their homework or give away his lunch. That and he his friends usually poked fun at how he could be a mother hen.
*He has a high dislike/fear of any vehicle and usually avoids using them.
*If ever he goes out in sunlight, he wears light colored clothes, sunglasses, and has a umbrella to protect himself.
*He likes cloudy or rainy days.
*He enjoys painting, and occasionally, he paints his childhood friends when they were kids.
*He's quite the dork really. Loves manga and comic books and the occasional video game. Though most he can't quite play as his eyes can't handle them very well. Most of the older games he could though.
Theme Song(s)
Pompeii by Bastille
Away From The Sun by 3 Doors Down
Answer
Coward Montblanc
(Acquaintance / Friend / Close Friend / Best Friend / Love Interest / Boyfriend-Girlfriend / Ex / Enemy)
Zachary Harper
Past and Present Relationship: Childhood Friend
"When we were kids, Harpy and Miky were pretty much the kids of the group. I remember Harpy was so adorable and looked like such a girl. It's a reason I called him Harpy. For his last name and to tease his feminine features. Still, he was a bit of a baby and I often found myself trying to baby him. He was a bit of a scatter brain though. Honestly, I swear he needed other people to take care of him. I didn't really mind when he needed attention though... Hope at least nowadays he can stand on his own."
Genie Fulton
Past and Present Relationship: Childhood Friend
"If I was the calm one, GG the Pup was the temperamental one. He could get loud and I swear you even hint at a competition, he'd jump at the chance. He even tried to beat me at painting. That was messy. We'd butt heads occasionally, but to me he was like a large dog. Lots of barking, but was loyal and cute when he wanted to be. And despite his temperament, I knew he was someone I could rely on back then."
Julius Graham
Past and Present Relationship: Childhood Friend
"Awe Teddy. Such a cute kid. Despite the big guy he was lovable like a teddy bear. Adorable in his own way, course he didn't always enjoy it when I teased him about it. Always saying he was totally manly or something. But I liked him when he showed his true colors. When I painted, he would watch me sometimes, but whenever I offered for him to try, he'd just refuse. It was a pity. I still think of him fondly even now when I paint. Thinking his cheerful self would probably brighten this lonely house."
Mikaela Winter
Past and Present Relationship: Childhood Friend/First Crush
"Miky... He had always been such a cutie. Despite being older then me, I just wanted to coddle him, protect him and make him smile. He was just so... Breathtaking is what comes to mind. It's hard to describe. When we were young, he spoke of such interesting fantasies sometimes. I wanted to paint them. Draw them. See what he saw. Course I couldn't quite replicate it, but it was nice trying. I was drawn to him unknowingly at first until we reached middle school years. Perhaps it was because his eyes were a little odd like mine... Or he was just odd as I was. So I got a little brave with some encouragement and confessed. I was rejected however. I knew that such a thing was possible, but I guess in my heart I was hoping for something straight out of a romantic book or a shounen manga. I also didn't realize how much it would hurt. And it really hurt. Cause the combination of fear, guilt, and bitterness held my heart. I was afraid I had just ruined our life long friendship. Guilty that I made Miky uncomfortable... And bitter that he didn't accept me. I knew it wasn't his fault, I did really. I hated myself for thinking that. I didn't want my friends to see the disgusting side of me. So I ran away. Like a coward and just ended up destroying my friendships. Thinking to myself 'they are better off without me. No one needs me. I'll just do what my kind does. Ghosts disappear.' So that's what I did. Disappear from their lives, letting them live them. It was fine. I'll be okay alone. Everything was better that way."
Niles Blake
Past and Present Relationship: Childhood Friend
"Coolio was a fun kid. He generally was just fun to be around. A bit silly.. Whenever we got in trouble, he was pretty much the one that talked us out of it. Then was able to laugh about it later. I had to fix his hair sometimes. It always felt he just royally messed it up. He just laughed at about anything though. It warmed the heart really."
Lucas Adolf
Past and Present Relationship: Ex-Boyfriend
"He's crude... insensitive... a jerk... and at times cruel. Yet he could show such kindness sometimes. He always had a talent at pulling my heartstrings. Guess in a way... he gave me a sense of belonging." |
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The moment the door opened, the next minutes went by like lightning. Stunned, Zac looked up at the ungodly tall Albino he had known a long time ago. As if this was something both visitors expected, the door went swinging closed. There was no time to react to such a growth spurt! The door! The doooooor! The young man watched as Jules placed his foot in the opening. After the *slam*, the blonde muttered "Ouchhhh." They didn't want to have to use invasion as a means to talk to their childhood friend, but Alver loved to avoid people. This was most likely an impulse reaction because he wasn't mentally prepared to see faces from his past. Who would blame him? Yet, the young man, whose biggest change was his hair, was not going to take 'no' for an answer. The door was fully open and ready for entry~! As if no time had passed between them, Zac took off his shoes, placed them by the door, and handed Al the paper bag filled with breakfast sammies.
"No point in making our kind gesture go to waste. We won't stay too long, but we'd like to leave with full bellies." The once oh so timid boy that the Albino had known years ago was extremely ballsy now, entering his old friend's home like it was only yesterday they had said goodbye. Letting out a whistle from being impressed, Zac couldn't help but appreciate his surroundings, "You've come a long way, Al."
Crossing his arms and leaning against the wall, the dark haired man commented on the empty threat, "As much as I want to be scared, you're just not the type to bash old friends' heads in without a good reason." Zac gestured at the batman bat he took note of when he entered, "Genie on the other hand..." Laughing nervously and not looking forward to the encounter that had yet to come, the youngest and smallest of the men in this room crinkled his nose.
"You know, I think the only thing you've drained is someone's wallet... I don't remember you with this kind of money." Julius joked, wincing at the throbbing in his foot. Alver had gone from a tiny pipsqueak to a... tiny, rich giant. He was tall, but man, the blonde swore he could break him in half with how thin he was.
Turning his head toward the muscle man, he couldn't help but giggle at the wincing Julius, "Looks like you got Jules good though!" Grabbing his cup of Joe out of the tray the pained man was holding, Zac smelled the strong, morning brew, and took a nice, long sip.
"Yeah, yeah. Guess I have a new bruise to look forward to! A great memento from an old friend, I'd say." the blonde spoke, a smile widening onto his face. His stomach began to growl at the same time, hungering for one of those breakfast sandwiches. Impatiently, he strode over to a nearby table and placed the cup holder on top before practically assaulting the bag Al was holding. From within he brought a massive sandwich out and immediately began chomping down on it. He tried to say something while he was eating, something that sounded like "This sandwich is so good!"
"Lets walk and talk, I would love to see your new crib! Oh and to explain 'what I want'... long story short, I want the gang back together." He wasn't going to beat around the bush. With Alver, Zac felt like he could be clear as day with him, or at least he hoped being blunt was an A-OK strategy. It was too early in the morning to think about crazy, convincing tactics. If his old friend didn't want to take the chance, well they could always use force and drag him to the meet up tomorrow...
Of course, Zac would like to avoid 'force' at all cost.
As the pretty boy sat alone, a tiny figure with bright lavender eyes and blonde hair skipped toward him and offered him a cookie. Those eyes.... Something about the shade of lavender was oddly familiar. Smiling and staring at the boy quite lovingly, Zac gave a childish grin, "It's okay for me to have it? I don't want to eat something that isn't mine! If I got you in trouble, I would be sad!" Maybe one day, the man would have kids of his own. The sentiment was nice to think about but a pointless fantasy. Well, at least until he found someone worth spending the rest of his life with. Getting out of his seat, Zac crouched down to the ground so he could be head level with the little guy. Letting out a soothing chuckle, the personable man asked"You're pretty handsome, are your parents around? Oh and if you'd like, you can call me Zac! Or Zaky... Heh, you can call me Cookie too if you want!"
Suddenly, someone tapped on his shoulder and Zac looked up to see an old friend from high school. She crouched down with him. Her skin was tan, she wore red-framed glasses, and her hair was long and brown. This was one of his old friends from his clique. Nina had definitely left her past behind, her attire was pastel and white rather than black and red. An odd change for the young man to see.
"It's good to see you Zac! Whose the kid?"
"My new best friend! Am I right?!" He offered his hand to Luke for a high five. The woman's gray orbs lit up, seeing a perfect, devious opportunity, she could take advantage of...
"Why don't you sing him a little something? I haven't heard your voice in years!" She stuck her tongue out at her old friend, knowing very well she probably intrigued Luke, while cornering her high school bud in an awkward situation.
"Uh... Nina, I don't think this is the time or--"
"Oh, come on! I'm sure everyone in here would appreciate it."
Knowing this was one battle he would not win, Zac stood up and pulled his seat for the little kid to sit in. Sitting in the seat that Julius would have sat in (but Jules was still waiting for his food), the pretty boy clasped his hands together. The song he decided to sing was For Good from the Broadway Musical, Wicked. Something emotional but still uplifting. A song about a true and pure friendship, how we are capable to leave hand prints on each other's hearts. Clearing his throat, the long haired man listened to the notes in his head before he opened his lips.
I've heard it said, That people come into our lives for a reason... Bringing something we must learn And we are led, To those who help us most to grow If we let them... And we help them in return. Well, I don't know if I believe that's true, But I know I'm who I am today, Because I knew you... Like a comet pulled from orbit As it passes a sun Like a stream that meets a boulder Halfway through the wood... Who can say if I've been changed for the better? But because I knew you I have been changed for good...
His voice resonated throughout the room. His blue gaze softly met with Luke's intrigued lavender doe eyes, never turning his attention away from him. In this moment, the stranger wanted to make the child feel important. This was a small show for just the little one, who had a sweet heart, and his whole life ahead of him. Zac prayed this kid had good parents, a great childhood, and would gain friends he would cherish...
Too innocent. Too young.
Closing his eyes as his song came to a close, Zac took in the brief silence around him. The room filled with applause and the young man couldn't help but blush.
"I wished you pursued a career in music! You have such a great voice." Nina complimented as her phone began to ring. Looking at the pretty boy apologetically, she dismissed herself and left the building. Running his hand through his long hair, with still a faint pink on his cheeks, Zac looked at the boy, "I hope you liked it... um... maybe I should take you to your parents?"
Meanwhile, Julius was still waiting at the counter and tapping one of his large feet against the floor. The baristas at the front had left their positions, telling him that they "had to get something from the back". The chick that had been taking his order had been staring at him pretty intensely. She wasn't scared of him or something, was she? He knew he was a bulky, large man, but he wasn't going to hurt anybody. He silently prayed they weren't going to call the cops. "...Uh... Hello?" he uttered, a confused expression floating onto his face.
From behind him, he heard the voice of an angel singing. Or well, he thought it was until he turned around and saw it was just Zac singing for a woman and a child. Julius had known the kid could sing when he was younger, but he didn't know he had gotten that good. Internally, the big man sighed. Zac had so much potential, but it seemed like he had squandered a bit of it. Maybe it wasn't too late though...
"Great job, Zac! Now let's get you the Voice and get you famous." Julius complimented his friend, clapping thunderously.
(Why was he always so intimidating? I know looks can be deceiving but... hm, well, we also interrupted him during his shift... he does have the right to be suspicious...
I remember the day I was a princess for a school play. Genie never left me alone after that! Always with the teasing... yet, I didn't mind. It seemed to make him laugh. Seeing his less scary side was always nice. Plus, boys liked to pick on people... I suppose at the time, I was an exception and liked to be teased? When he was playful, I couldn't help but smile. Genie, out of all people, gave me attention! That's got to be some sort of feat right?
I've learned to accept my features. Hell, I even crossdress from time to time for my sister's sake.
It's weird seeing him again... he carries himself with such power. I don't think I'd ever be able to get over this fear. For now, I'll observe his expressions.)
Catching sight of a faint pink on Genie's face when Julius entered the picture, the pretty boy tilted his head and continued to listen... and watch.
(Those two were like the rowdy rough boys... I never did stand a chance against either of them. But it's nice to see them talking again. HOWEVER. I am ticked he gave Jules a smile and not me, but I'll get over that. Genie always seemed more comfortable with Jules... I'm a bit relieved I brought him along. Things don't seem that bad when jolly Julius is around. With that being said, I think I'll go see Niles on my own... I don't want him to feel like...)
"I get off at five tomorrow..." The hazel stare met with Zac's ocean gaze, as the older man continued, "If you want to meet up. I'm working right now so -" The pretty boy watched as the dark haired man opened the garbage truck door, "- it was nice seeing you two."
(HOLY SHIT. WAS IT THAT EASY!? DID THIS JUST HAPPEN? DID GENIE JUST INITIATE MEETING UP WITH US?!) Frozen in position, Zac watched as the car drove off. Butterflies were in the young man's stomach as he looked at Jules with a gleam in his eyes, "This is becoming more and more a reality!"
"Huh. Guess I'll just email him the details. He seems more rational now, am I right? I'm surprised he didn't toss that trash at me and then try and wrestle me to the ground." Julius commented in a joking manner. He sort of missed those moments where Genie and him would just go at it. As his old sparring buddy pulled away, the blonde waved a massive hand goodbye to him, hoping Gene would catch sight of him in his side mirror.
Kiss, kiss fall in love!
Suddenly his phone began ringing, sounding off the theme song for Ouran High School Host club. Julius' face went red in embarrassment and nearly dropped his phone while trying to answer it. He kept forgetting to change that ring tone!
Narrowing his eyes, Zac stared at his friend with the strange... ringtone. Wasn't that from a harem anime directed to women?
"Hello? ... Oh, hey, babe! ... No, of course I didn't forget! ... Dinner at 5? Sure I can do that. ... Yeah, sure. That sounds great. ... M'kay. See you then. Love you too." Julius rattled off to the other person on the line, pacing around on the sidewalk.
(Babe? Dinner date? Love you too? Waht. This is none of my business but it sounds like Julius was happily taken. Good for him!)
After the call was through, he shot Zac a glance, hoping he didn't think anything of it. "That was Erika, my friend. Think you can find Niles on your own? She and I do dinner dates at Mario's every Thursday, and I sorta forgot... Sorry about this." he apologized to Zac.
"Sounds like things are getting pretty serious! I'm glad you have a special someone that makes you smile. Yeah, sure. I actually was intending to see Niles alone anyways, since he can be kinda... tricky."
A confused expression fell on Julius' face as he stared at his past crush... wait what?
"What the... hell are you doing here?""What the... hell are you doing here?"
For some god damn reason, Zac was not surprised when the devil himself appeared. No, not at all. He was fucking annoyed and oddly enough, Louis could see the change in mood in his sapphire eyes. Faking a smile so that Niles wouldn't notice how perturbed he was, the long haired man listened to the the bartender ask, "Can I get you anything else...?" It sounded like he wanted to address the boy but wasn't familiar with his name.
"Call me Zac! No need for formalities. You know what, I'll take a Kamikaze shot and a nice Italian classic, the Negroni. Damn those hipsters for making my guilty pleasure mainstream. By the way, you're a damn good bartender." Digging in his pocket, he pulled out his wallet, some cash, and waited patiently for Louis to ask for it, common bartender etiquette. Drinking was not something the young man did often... well not as of lately, but tonight, he would treat himself. Why not!? Raising an eyebrow, Louis began making the drink not many of his customers here ordered. This club catered to the party animals more so than hipsters, but Louis got a feeling this kid knew his liquor. The Negroni was one of the main drinks every bartender should know how to make and unbelievably strong.
Turning his stare to his good ol' pal, Niles Blake, Zac boldly rolled his eyes, "Didn't know I needed an invitation to come to a public nightclub. It's good to see you too, Nye." The drinks came around and the young man went straight for the shot with equal parts vodka, triple sec and lime juice, garnished with a lovely lime slice. Shooting it up with ease, especially after last year being drunk everyday, the reckless man gave his old friend challenging eyes, "I see you've been enjoying yourself all these years."
Hell, while he was here, he might as well enjoy it! It didn't help that Niles triggered the stubborn nature in him. In a way, Zac was upset that this was how his childhood friend reacted when seeing him... there might of been a small hope for a more positive reaction. But at last, such was life. Today was one hell of a stressful day. How was he going to convince this man to come to a meet up tomorrow when he might lash out at him?
(I just need to drink until I cool down.) He was part to blame on why they lost contact, being distracted with fixing his ex's problems, but... Niles didn't even care to fight. There was something about their bond in the past that Zac made himself believe could last forever, but here he was, getting drunk, while trying to ease the tension-- most likely doing a terrible job at it.
Soon enough, the pretty boy and the bartender exchanged money with drink and then Louis left the two alone to tend to other customers.
There was a brief silence between the two old friends, now very much acquaintances, as Zac grabbed a hold of his drink and swayed the red liquid inside it like a calm ocean current. They needed to find some place quiet, somewhere neither of them had to constantly yell at each other.
Standing up, with drink in hand, the young one approached the dangerous creature he use to have a crush on. Looking up with a grin, Zac coolly inquired, "Can I assume you know a place we can talk? FYI. I'm not leaving my drink behind." Finally, he took the time to look, truly look, at his old friend. And wow, did he grow up. (Two inches taller than me, clean cut, surprisingly neat hair, and... still very much a looker...). Keeping his thoughts to himself, the fair-skinned man took a sip of his drink, his eyes never wavering from the muddy brown glare that looked down on him.
Back then, lil Zac would have never kept a straight face nor look anyone in the eye for long periods of time. Sure, he still had some childish tendencies but after years of being emotionally abused, asserting himself became top priority. From a distance, he could see the two girls from earlier staring at him. (Avoid at all cost.) Unintentionally, he gave the girls a heartbreaker beam and their faces flushed tomato red.
Is there a right way for being strong? Feels like I'm doing things all wrong. Still I'm here just holding on. | - snipped - roleplay closed - |
2,090 | 42 | 6 | 2,181 | 13,532 | It appeared his intimidation factor didn't work and his old friends just sort of forced their way in like they visited so often. Lavender eyes blinking as the bag of offered goods was forced in his hands, he gave a slight sigh. He somehow didn't feel surprised by these actions of there's. Despite leaving at the age of eleven, it seemed they still somewhat remembered how he was. To be honest, he hadn't changed too much from then either. He just got a little bigger bark. Sort of was required he learned in order to avoid too much trouble. Obviously, these two weren't exactly leaving and taking no for a answer so the pale man relented, closing the door behind them with his back. Nodding in minor approval as Zac took off his shoes before he looked to the blonde man.
"....Shoes off." Alver said firmly before taking a moment to glance over his home as his two friends seemed impressed.
"Grandfather gave it to me eleven years ago.." He murmured before snapping his gaze to Julius as the beefy man assaulted the bag. Alver instinctevly tensed up at being in close proximity of someone else. Though his eyes laxed at the childish Julius. He hadn't changed much it seemed.
Frowning slightly as they joked about Julius's foot, guilt and concern tugged at his heart a bit. He hadn't meant to hurt the big lug. Though the moron shouldn't had purposely blocked the door like that.
"Sorry..." The tall pale man apologized, mentally facepalming at himself. Why was he apologizing? They're the ones inviting themselves in.
"Don't talk with your mouth full. Chew with your mouth closed. And eat at the dining table. You're still a kid." Alver scolded, though his voice was softer compared to the sharp 'go away' tone he had been using and minorly flicked a slender finger against the shorter man's forehead. Mhm. Here he thought he broke that mother hen habit. Guess not. Gosh gooseberries.
Looking to Zachary at the mention of checking the place out, Alver sighed again. Mildly amused as it seemed Zachary was a bit more outspoken and social then he remembered. But still had curiousity, and a little bit of a troublemaker. Setting the bag of food goods on the table before striding through the house gracefully.
He couldn't believe this was happening.
Eyes snapping to glance toward his blue eyed friend, blinking a bit in surprise at the apparent reason they were here. It took a long moment for it to process this before Alver gave a response that was just as clear cut.
"No."
This really did seem like a ridiculous idea. It had been years, people change. They probably hardly knew one another now. At least, Alver barely knew them. He had avoided all contact with them. He didn't use Facebook or any of those fancy internet doohickey thingies. His email was his work alias, and his phone was just known by his mother, Lily and Lucas. He had no idea who anyone was.
Course, Harpy and Teddy didn't seem to change much. Mostly Teddy. Plus, getting the childhood friends back together meant he had to actually socialize. With people. Outside. Do things whatever friends do nowadays. What did they do again? And he'd have to see Miky... Alver didn't think he had any lingering feelings. He put those aside after the rejection. Still, he could still remember that day very clearly. It would surely be awkward. Then again, a part of him wanted to see if the boy was still so moe.
"We're not kids anymore. I'm sure everyone is living their own lives. Why start this now?" The pale man asked, his voice cool and calm, all the while his mind rattled at who decided to suddenly throw a curveball in his quiet uneventful life. | Birthday
October 31st
Age
26
Formula and Sexuality
Versatile and Homosexual
Goal
To be a little more out of shell. Do what friends do. Hangout and things. Or attempt to.
Marriage/Family/Love Life
Has been in one relationship four years ago. But he shut himself in after the break up. Has a grey she-cat named Miko. His father, having died when Alver was fifteen, was a kind man. While his mother still lives working as a policewoman. Rarely home.
Occupation
Writer/Manga Artist/Artist
Appearance
Height: 7'0
Weight: 160 lb
Other prominent traits: His skin is ghostly pale, odd lavender colored eyes that occasionally change depending on the angle with the sunlight. White hair. Often wears a pair of glasses or contacts. Despite being tall, he's pretty skinny and almost looks fragile. But he can still pull off a judo move or two.
Middleschool/Highschool Clique
He's the nerdy, introvert sort of person.
Past Crush
He had a crush on Mikaela Winter during his school years. Alver felt a silent connection or familiarity towards his childhood friend. Perhaps because they both were... off in their own way. Bullied, misjudged. Alver didn't particularly have much hesitation when he figured out what he was feeling, and ended up confessing. Yet he was turned down. Heartbroken and crushed, he felt a bit bitter yet he just smiled in response. Then his father died, and the combination of grief assisted in secluding himself from everyone.
Current Crush
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Are you in contact with a Rose?
No.
Personality
Alver is sort of quiet at first, mostly because he starts out suspicious of other people due to what his parents often warned him about and his previous encounters. Due to this, he can be sarcastic, sometimes a smart-ass, and let out a bit more of his dark sarcastic humor. He's also sometimes a bit mean and bitter when it comes to people who seem to feel overly sorry for themselves. He doesn't mean to be cruel, it just comes out that way. However, he's a pretty mature, sweet and kind boy who's rather calm most of the time. Pretty level headed, and doesn't enjoy fights. He's naturally curious and adventurous and enjoys wandering about often, seeming to ignore any possible danger. Although he doesn't have a lot of social skills and finds it difficult on how to talk to others, he does want other people's company even for a little bit. Having been secluded most of his life. But he's always willing to lend a friendly ear to those who feel down, giving his own friendly advice and opinions. Quite a fatherly/brotherly figure towards those younger than him. He loves flowers, stargazing, singing and playing the piano. As well as practicing Judo his father taught him. He also likes animals. Despite his overall kind nature, he can be mischievous and enjoys teasing others and has a little bit of dark humor. Despite others not usually enjoying his presence and sometimes hating his own appearance, he has a small bit of pride in his looks and never really attempts hiding his hair anymore, even growing it out into a longer length. He also enjoys taking advantage of those who are a bit scared of him from the 'demonic, ghost, vampire' rumors.
He is however quite a bit naïve. Mostly a introvert during the day, and spending most of his time drawing or reading, he's not very good with technology or picking up certain things. He hasn't watched many movies, or adventured the internet other than strictly for work, sayings usually fly over his head, and he usually thinks his looks drive people away, so he never notices if people actually find him attractive. He's neat and organized, his house quite tidy and doesn't quite enjoy a mess. Though usually is the one who always cleans up even if the mess isn't his. Though he does enjoy wearing loose clothes as they are comfy. Likes cute things (including people).
Short Bio
On the day of Halloween, October 31st, gave birth to a boy with striking white hair and very pale white skin. Eyes a pretty light lavender color that often seemed to change color depending on where the light struck them. Sometimes lavender, sometimes a very light pale blue, and even a tinge of red people would say. His parents were quite shocked to see such a pale baby and wondered if he was just unhealthy, having never seen someone as pale as a ghost. He wasn't, the was just born with the gene of extremely rare pigments of a albino. So, his mother named him Alver, meaning "White" in Latin-American, along to fit with his last name, Rozu meaning Rose. His parents worried over his well being, as the doctors gave them proper diagnostics of possible defects of albinos, as well as studying their own research. They feared he would burn easily and wouldn't be able to see well since he had such low pigments in his eyes.
So he was quite sheltered as a child. His parents often trying to keep him indoors and away from people, in fear of others reaction. As well as not wanting their son to burn easily or hurt his eyes further. Alver however was the curious sort. He wanted to go outside, play, interact with the other children. Including going to school like everybody else. In which case, his parents relented as long as he wore a hoodie, brought a umbrella and sunglasses with him. Of course this made him look a bit more awkward.
His father died when Alver was fifteen, and his mother spends most her time working as a policewoman. Through his time in public school, he was often bullied for his looks. But he stayed around and put up with it so he could be with his friends. However, when his friendships fell apart... So did he. Unable to handle it and becoming bitter over people, he left public school to be home schooled. Shutting out the world and finding comfort in his own tiny one.
When he was fifteen year old and he was out playing by himself, he was kidnapped by a group of shady people. His parents were of course on the case and hunted them down, however, during the rescue, Son Rozu was shot in the crossfire and bled out. He lost his father that day and he blames himself for it. This was what really made him shut and push everyone away. Not wanting to put others in danger just because of how he looked. He didn't want to see someone else bleed and die in front of him like his father. Especially someone he cared about.
As a adult after his friendship broke with his childhood friends and his father's death, he more or less secluded himself from people as much as possible. Save the occasional few from work.
Other
*He has sensitive hearing and sense of smell. So he doesn't like loud places or strong smelling areas.
*He likes to play piano and sing occasionally.
*He enjoys cooking and is actually quite good at it.
*He'a a bit of a clean freak and his house is kept tidy.
*A habit of is that he takes care of others. Makes sure people are well fed, makes sure their clothes are straight, makes sure they have what they need. It's why he was taken advantage of by bullies as he'd usually 'help' them with their homework or give away his lunch. That and he his friends usually poked fun at how he could be a mother hen.
*He has a high dislike/fear of any vehicle and usually avoids using them.
*If ever he goes out in sunlight, he wears light colored clothes, sunglasses, and has a umbrella to protect himself.
*He likes cloudy or rainy days.
*He enjoys painting, and occasionally, he paints his childhood friends when they were kids.
*He's quite the dork really. Loves manga and comic books and the occasional video game. Though most he can't quite play as his eyes can't handle them very well. Most of the older games he could though.
Theme Song(s)
Pompeii by Bastille
Away From The Sun by 3 Doors Down
Answer
Coward Montblanc
(Acquaintance / Friend / Close Friend / Best Friend / Love Interest / Boyfriend-Girlfriend / Ex / Enemy)
Zachary Harper
Past and Present Relationship: Childhood Friend
"When we were kids, Harpy and Miky were pretty much the kids of the group. I remember Harpy was so adorable and looked like such a girl. It's a reason I called him Harpy. For his last name and to tease his feminine features. Still, he was a bit of a baby and I often found myself trying to baby him. He was a bit of a scatter brain though. Honestly, I swear he needed other people to take care of him. I didn't really mind when he needed attention though... Hope at least nowadays he can stand on his own."
Genie Fulton
Past and Present Relationship: Childhood Friend
"If I was the calm one, GG the Pup was the temperamental one. He could get loud and I swear you even hint at a competition, he'd jump at the chance. He even tried to beat me at painting. That was messy. We'd butt heads occasionally, but to me he was like a large dog. Lots of barking, but was loyal and cute when he wanted to be. And despite his temperament, I knew he was someone I could rely on back then."
Julius Graham
Past and Present Relationship: Childhood Friend
"Awe Teddy. Such a cute kid. Despite the big guy he was lovable like a teddy bear. Adorable in his own way, course he didn't always enjoy it when I teased him about it. Always saying he was totally manly or something. But I liked him when he showed his true colors. When I painted, he would watch me sometimes, but whenever I offered for him to try, he'd just refuse. It was a pity. I still think of him fondly even now when I paint. Thinking his cheerful self would probably brighten this lonely house."
Mikaela Winter
Past and Present Relationship: Childhood Friend/First Crush
"Miky... He had always been such a cutie. Despite being older then me, I just wanted to coddle him, protect him and make him smile. He was just so... Breathtaking is what comes to mind. It's hard to describe. When we were young, he spoke of such interesting fantasies sometimes. I wanted to paint them. Draw them. See what he saw. Course I couldn't quite replicate it, but it was nice trying. I was drawn to him unknowingly at first until we reached middle school years. Perhaps it was because his eyes were a little odd like mine... Or he was just odd as I was. So I got a little brave with some encouragement and confessed. I was rejected however. I knew that such a thing was possible, but I guess in my heart I was hoping for something straight out of a romantic book or a shounen manga. I also didn't realize how much it would hurt. And it really hurt. Cause the combination of fear, guilt, and bitterness held my heart. I was afraid I had just ruined our life long friendship. Guilty that I made Miky uncomfortable... And bitter that he didn't accept me. I knew it wasn't his fault, I did really. I hated myself for thinking that. I didn't want my friends to see the disgusting side of me. So I ran away. Like a coward and just ended up destroying my friendships. Thinking to myself 'they are better off without me. No one needs me. I'll just do what my kind does. Ghosts disappear.' So that's what I did. Disappear from their lives, letting them live them. It was fine. I'll be okay alone. Everything was better that way."
Niles Blake
Past and Present Relationship: Childhood Friend
"Coolio was a fun kid. He generally was just fun to be around. A bit silly.. Whenever we got in trouble, he was pretty much the one that talked us out of it. Then was able to laugh about it later. I had to fix his hair sometimes. It always felt he just royally messed it up. He just laughed at about anything though. It warmed the heart really."
Lucas Adolf
Past and Present Relationship: Ex-Boyfriend
"He's crude... insensitive... a jerk... and at times cruel. Yet he could show such kindness sometimes. He always had a talent at pulling my heartstrings. Guess in a way... he gave me a sense of belonging." |
2,091 | 42 | 7 | 66 | 1,312 | The small boy shook his head and smiled, "It's on me!" He said in his big boy voice. This person was even prettier now that they had spoken. They weren't the kind of person to uncomfortably take the cookie and shoo him away. Luke got that a lot with people that looked the pretty person's age, something about children reminded them about their responsibilities. His smile got even wider.
It seemed like his face was as red as a tomato when the person, Zac, had complimented him. He set the cookie on the table in front of him and said, "I-I'll call you Zac then, my papa-"
Another woman crouched down next to him, she was a tiny bit cute with her pastel colors, but she had interrupted him! Luke did his best to cover up his somewhat annoyed pout. His blush had gone down a little bit as he gave the man a high five. Who knew this pretty person was so good with children?
Singing? Luke had heard Micah sing, his papa was most certainly tone deaf. The only people he normally heard sing was the kids at his school, but they didn't even have proper vocal chords yet. He didn't exactly like that the woman was pressuring Zac, but he was definitely intrigued. When Zac wasn't looking, he shot Nina a tiny glare.
Luke took a seat on the chair Zac used to be sitting in. As the pretty person began singing, he stared at Luke, and his heart was seriously a flutter. His cheeks were two cheery rose buds, and the childish locks on his heart started to come undone.
Luke was frozen for a second before he heard the applause. What was what Papa said when he read that storybook to him? A gift of gratitude should be given to the ones you love. With a quick leap off the chair, he gave Zac a kiss on the cheek.
Luke shook his head again, "No, my Papa works here."
Mikaela had been drawn closer by Zac's voice. He stood in the midst of the aisle. He had gone to inconspicuously take someone's order, when they whole shop had been stopped by the pretty boy's singing.
As it continued, Micah remembered the time when all the boys had come together to watch Wicked. Usually Mikaela wasn't too interested in physical things, but he had really wanted to watch this one play. Some group was playing it really late at night one day, and he had convinced the others to go see it. They had all snuck out to go see it. Zac had convinced the peddlers to give them tickets and even though most of the boys had fallen asleep during it, Zac, Alver, and him hadn't.
A tear slipped down Mikaela's face. All the memories rammed through the flood gates. The times he had so treasured. He couldn't seem to move. The pain and guilt he had gone through rejecting Alver, the... pain he had endured after they all separated. Maybe he could reunite with his two little brothers again... but he could never let them know about what had happened. | Name
Mikaela Winter
Nickname
Micah
Birthday
November 7th
Age
29
Formula and Sexuality
Uke II Heterosexual turned bisexual
Goal
Be able to support his son and give him the life he deserves. To be able to connect with his true "family" again.
Family
(Third person POV from his father's perspective)
The Winter Family is known for being one of the most prestigious families of Willow Valley. They only had one boy they named Mikaela after the boy's great grandfather. His father never really approved of him, and did everything to kick that unpredictable imagination out of him and groom him into the successor he was meant to be. During middle school, this behavior got worse, his son was mixing up fantasy and reality. Thinking that these would be his last free years, his father let him be on his own.
Once Mikaela arrived in high school, work was to be done. He had private tutors that would make him work all the hours of the night after school. He was always made to be in the top three places in school. Someone was influencing the successor, his grades were dropping drastically, he would shut himself into his room after school. He came home one day with cuts all over his face... His father immediately sent him to a boarding school. His heir would not be so weak! After two years of schooling, Mikaela pleaded with his father to let him come home, be with his mother who was having arthritis, gaining the proper social skills of an adult. Mikaela was allowed to go to a public college.
There he met Emily, his forbidden love. His father tried to reason with his successor, the vixen was praying on his weak son. Finally, his father threw him out, disowning him.
Once his wife was out of the picture. Mikaela's father did reach out a hand to his dreadful son, saying he would forget the past and adopt Luke, but Mikaela refused.
Marriage/Love
During college, Mikaela met a girl named Emily that was his only hope in the world. His angel was just a normal college girl that could never be accepted by his parents. Mikaela was disowned from the family, but he didn't care. Mikaela was married for a short period of three years from when he was 22 to 26, but his wife died 3 years ago. Emily had been suffering from a hereditary heart disease since she was young and passed away with no other family. He had one baby boy named Luke.
Mikaela never did have any other relationship besides his marriage. There was a time in middle school... But that never did go anywhere.
His son was born with lighter lavender eyes that came from his father and blonde hair. Luke has a habit of milking his cuteness, but always ends up taking care of his papa. Luke is exceptional at cleaning and housework, more of the time taking care of his dad than the other way around.
Occupation
During the daytime he works as the manager for a small bar/coffee shop. At night he works as a waiter at his friend's high-class restaurant "Tonnelli's Italian Cuisine Restaurant." His sweet old lady neighbor Jocelyn takes care of his son while he's out at night.
At his coffee shop job he wears contacts that make his eye color blue. He leaves them off for his waiter job in order to get extra tips.
Sometimes he would make up some inventions he would use around the shop. He was a decent gadget handy man as well.
Appearance
At the height of 5'4" he's a bit on the short side. He tries his best to keep the average weight of 125, but his weight is always lowering due to his high metabolism. The thing that stands out most about his appearance is his two different colored eyes. His right eye is a mint green, while his left is a deep lavender. he also has a burn scar on his left leg when he saved Luke from dropping a pot of boiling water on his head. He has strawberry blonde hair that is sickeningly straight and he usually leaves it to its own devices.
Style: Not really being the fashionable type, Mikaela usually wore whatever his father ordered him to wear. All of his fantasies were kept in his head. He always had the baby face of his. Some people wondered if he ever did go through puberty in the first place, it seemed like he only grew taller and that was it. His voice changed seemed to be gradual and no one could really notice when it came to his normal voice now.
Middleschool Clique
"The one everyone leaves alone."
Mikaela was the kind of person that was always staring off into space and caught in a day dream. In his earlier years of middle school, he was bullied a lot. He kept it a secret from the people around him and slowly all the bullies grew tired of him. The girls at school liked him for his mysterious look, but would leave him alone when they found out he would either talk for days about what he was thinking of, or just ignore them caught in some other delusion. He was always working on some kind of trinket that no one could understand.
Highschool Clique
"The Freak"
It wasn't until high school that he met Jonah. No one had really gotten that psychological and that cruel when they bullied him in middle school. The teenager seemed to always have this sweet happy smile on his face, appearing to others as a good friend of Mikaela's. There were quite a bunch of misunderstandings with it. He would label Micah as a freak, someone that only had the purpose to disgust people. He might grow up to have money, but he'd just become the puppet with his father pulling the strings. Jonah wrecked at his mental state more and more. Mikaela became so withdrawn from reality it messed with his health. Was that a dragon peeking from around the corner? Did the walls just start to close in? Day in and day out was a terror.
It was one day when Micah was so out of touch with reality he was unresponsive to Jonah. Getting angrier and angrier, the sadistic bully carved light lines into the other's face. It stung a little, but his words as he sliced him cut far deeper. When Mikaela came home, his father shipped him off to boarding school.
He gained more confidence during those years. Mikaela realized he didn't want to carry on his father's legacy. He would do everything to make his father happy... then slip out right from under him.
Past Crush
He had a deep crush on Genie that he could never explain. Yes, there was no way he could like another man! But... this was Genie... All the boys might have caught on to his affection, but he never did confess.
When they were in middle school, Alver confessed to him. Mikaela didn't know what to do. He had been caught at one point reading something with suggested homosexual tendencies. The boy... he had been locked in the closet all night after that. He wasn't gay! That wouldn't happen... Not as long as he lived under that household. Mikaela did his best to soften the blow of his rejection, but it didn't seem to work.
Current Crush
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Are you in contact with a Rose?
No
Personality
The boy always seems to be thinking up some new kind of fantasy as a kid. Before he met his childhood friends, he would spend hours staring at the wall and dreaming up new fantasies. He is a lazy bum who can't seem to clean anything right. He was diagnosed with ADHD as a child, but when he is able to focus enough, he's able to cook well.
Mikaela loves being around people who all care for each other, they help bring his fantasies to reality. He may not show it, but smiles are all he wants to give other people. He also sees the world a lot differently from other people. Each different sound has a shade of color, and there are all beautiful. He always believed that Zac's blue voice was the prettiest though.
Mikaela may seem distant to you now. When he talks to people, he puts on a facade of being super happy, keeping a save emotional distance between the two of you. If he doesn't try hard enough, he usually keeps a straight face all the time, and that creeps people out.
Because of his time in high school, he does his best to distance himself. Micah doesn't want people to find out about his fantasies, he doesn't want to call him strange or a freak.
He has a son to take care of. Luke and his friend Hank are the only ones around him that know about his daydreaming. Since he isn't good at housework, his son picks up the slack, he's usually taking a nap at home or playing with his son.
Short Bio
Mikaela never seemed to be fit for the heir to the Winter family. His eyes seemed to be two different colors and he was always off in his own world. His father thought of him as weak and would force him to study all the time. Micah didn't care too much about that, since studying wasn't that bad, whenever he wasn't studying, he was off in his fantasies. In his family, no one knew his true emotions, because he was so bad at showing them on his face.
But then he met his first friends, the ones he actually called his family. They all seemed to be younger than him, but they unconsciously taught him how to express himself. He would laugh and play like a normal boy, which his parents had never seen before. Mikaela's favorite place was the club house, that was the only place he would ever go to when he final felt the pressures of his family.
But... Everyone left. He couldn't handle the stress of rejecting Alver, the one he thought of as his "family's" mother. Mikaela realized what he was leaving, but he just couldn't handle it. His fantasies were his only company after that.
After the intense bullying from Jonah, Mikaela was shipped off to boarding school. There was no way he could leave everything he'd known just to be under his father's thumb. If he had learned anything from Jonah, it was that he was going to turn into the puppet if he didn't do anything.
Mikaela convinced his parents to let him go back to college in Willow Valley. There he was able to not be the most popular, but not be the loner either. He was able to meet Hank his freshman year and start his first proper friendship in forever. Jonah didn't go to his college so he didn't have any influence there.
His second year... he met Emily. His beautiful angel, the one he hoped to spend his life with. They did everything together. Micah decided to marry her the first chance he got. But his parents said no way. Mikaela was the heir, he was to have an arranged marriage and take over the family business... but he fought back full force. His father got so pissed that he disowned his own son, not caring that he wouldn't have an heir anymore.
Those next few years seemed to be his happiest after his childhood memories. They didn't have much money, but they made due and had a son right away. Luke was a reincarnation of his mother... but that must have been why she died from a heart attack. Mikaela was able to bounce back out of his depression because of Luke. He was able to stay firm and not let his parents take Luke away from him.
To support his son, Mikaela worked extra hours as a waiter at a rather high-class restaurant. He devoted his life completely to his son...
Jonah was back. He had gone and gotten a master's degree from his college and came back just to torture Micah. He came around now and again to wreck at Mikaela's mental state. He never did really fight back against Jonah, the only times he did was when Jonah said things about Luke.
Jonah... the man came by one night while Luke was at a sleepover. He was outrageously drunk and overpowered Mikaela, raping him and sprouting insults left and right. Even Jonah felt a little bit bad about that when he woke up, so he paid Mikaela a hefty amount of money to keep him quiet and half-seriously joked about them doing it again every so often. |
2,092 | 42 | 8 | 792 | 4,390 | Niles
If ever there was proof that time marched on whether one wanted it to or not, Niles had to look no further than his once-friend Zac and his present antics. Niles hadn't known Zac to be so, well, brazen, but then, Niles' memory of Zac was still back when their biggest concern was who was 'it' in a game of tag. That was a lifetime ago. Niles wouldn't exactly call this new behavior 'assertive' but for the perennial teary eyed boy, as Niles assumed Zac would always be, it was probably as close to assertive as Zac was likely to get.
It came off to the taller man much like a child putting on his father's clothes and acting grown up. Two drinks, a casually dropped compliment to a third party, that seemed like a case of liquid courage. Whatever it was, Niles was not having much of it at all, sighing at the ostentatious display. If this was Zac's idea of coming off as a mature adult, an act to replace the image of childhood forever burned to the brain, then it was falling on unimpressed eyes.
Niles crossed his arms across his chest, narrowing his eyes to meet the old acquaintance's gaze, Niles came off as someone fed up with childish antics...or at least someone whose patience was as thin as straws in cocktail drinks. "You don't belong here," Niles said, and the 'here' came with intentionally vague connotations - though Niles was speaking in the broad sense of the night club - "You stick out and not in a good way. You're going to be eaten alive." Niles cautioned, still sounding overly annoyed as he spoke over the music.
The point of this sudden blast from the past was a talk. Niles suspected the talk wouldn't be so simple a matter as saying 'hey', which is the only sort of conversation he had wanted with those he knew as a silly little kid. But like with a band-aid the right thing to do was to simply take it off fast and deal with the momentary sting. "VIP Lounge, upstairs," Niles growled out, "Five minutes. Say you're with me, the bouncer'll let you through." Niles said nothing else, turning to head for the roped off area in the back of the floor.
Like a band-aid. That's all this was. A band-aid. | Niles Blake || 28 || Homosexual, Seme
"Whispered something in your ear. It was a perverted thing to say, but I said it anyway. Made you smile and look away..."
Birthday
September Twenty Second
Goal
To see if it's true what they say...that you can't go back again...and in so doing making amends with the past, in whatever capacity that comes in.
Marriage/Family/Love Life
One would have to define relationships first to determine how many Niles has been in. He's been spotted at high profile events but never with his arms around anyone...though that could well be because he knows how to slip out of a crowd arm-in-arm with someone for an hour or two. His relationships, the ones that last longer than a few fun filled weeks and nights, tend to not last more than a handful of months. No pets to be had and the only remaining family he cares to consider is his younger sister, currently slaving away in art school.
Occupation
Star of the Small Screen; Actor noted for his role on a moderately successful police procedural.
Appearance
5'10"
139 lbs
He once had a tattoo but had it removed and the scar still lingers, leaving a burn mark on his left shoulder blade. His eyes are a muddy brown, but are anything but dim. The only time he's been seen with facial hair is when his role(s) demand it, otherwise he's as clean cut as one could imagine. His hair, a natural brown, wasn't always so perfectly maintained and straight, and some people remember when Niles had permanent bedhead no matter what he tried.
Middleschool/Highschool Clique
Niles was one of the band kids. He made first chair cello because he was the only cello player in his year.
Past Crush
Current Crush
Are you in contact with a Rose?
Possibly Not
Personality
Niles is a bit of a smooth talker, quick with a joke and even quicker with an expression of genuine interest. And that's him when the camera isn't running and he isn't spouting far-too-clever lines at a way-too-quick pace. Despite not quite yet being in his thirties, Niles acts as if he's that cool older relative everyone looked up to and loved having over for family events. At least, that's how he presents himself to the ever discerning public eye. Rumors surround him, from co-stars mentioning how much of a perfectionist he is, (to the point where an extra was said to have fled the set in tears after being scolded by Niles) and how he believes that he knows better than the directors or people in charge.
Niles positions himself in a power position, making it clear from day one that anything he's involved in will eventually move along according to his own pacing and design. Which, on the plus side, makes him the consummate professional but then does make him hard to work with and even harder to like.
And still, despite that, Niles' natural (or seemingly natural) charisma and presence has served him well in his private life. Many claim to have been picked up by Niles but given how the details of his private life (including even his sexual orientation) are just that, private, no one quite knows who is in the know. But Niles has gone on the record on a late night talk show that things are 'going well' in regards to his romantic life.
He's not in the closet personally. Just professionally.
Short Bio
Niles Blake only ever wanted one thing growing up and it was as shallow a want as any other child's. Niles wanted to be cool. But of course, that never seemed to be a possibility. He wanted a bass. He was given cello lessons. He wanted to style his hair after the people in magazines. He came to school once with what could generously be called 'bucket hair'. To his credit, he kept a positive attitude towards his misgivings, mishaps, and overall aura as a well meaning but misinformed dweeb. It helped that he was a naturally funny person, able to shrug off the embarrassments and turn them into endearing stories to be retold and recalled at a reunion years down the line.
His parents had a rather amicable divorce when he was near about half finished with high school and his little sister, Becky, was just starting. It was as simple a matter as both mother and father realizing that they didn't love each other and thought it would be better to just...see other people. Niles saw it as his responsibility to watch out for Becky, but realized it would be difficult with him going away after his own brush with what could be considered a 'divorce' of sorts and eventually onto secondary education. Still, the funny, kind of dweebish band kid was always watchful towards those who got close with his sister, which only made things tense between the siblings. Becky just wanted a fun high school life, to make mistakes and such.
Niles' life relationships, mainly his familial but even his younger friendly ones, all seemed to be breaking apart which, of course, affected the young Niles. He's since patched things up with Becky (paying for her art school goes a long way) but his lack of meaningful relationships has not gone unnoticed.
Rebecca Blake is currently in art school. She operates her own art blog where she takes commissions. Wants to become an animator. |
2,093 | 42 | 9 | 1,435 | 3,655 | I only have myself to blame but do you think we can start again?
(Why did... I even come here?)
The alcohol wasn't helping his self confidence. Zac stared at Niles...
(You're right... I don't belong here.) He needed to be strong. Coming this far, but for what? To run away? Niles was probably waiting for it to happen. Old habits die hard, right? Was Zac always going to be seen as a kid to him? This needed to be fast. If he kept brooding on this, he was bound to let his emotions get the best of him. Sighing to himself, he did as Niles told him and went to the VIP lounge. (Maybe I should have asked Jules to come? I-I don't want to be here...)
"I'm with Niles Blake..." the confidence was dying out of Zac the more and more he came to terms with his stupid fantasy. He was still a damn child and Niles could see that. A damn child whose closest thing to a best friend he had was his twin sister and the second closest person to him would be Jules, who just did random shit for him in the past because he never fails on being so goddamn nice. Friend was a loose term to call Julius. Up until last week, they didn't see each other since... that one night... and before that night, they didn't see each other since the group was together. Staring at his beverage as he walked to the corner of the lounge by a sofa (not bothering to sit down), Zac stared at the substance that gave him some sort of bliss, numbing the pain he could feel without it.
Lost in thought, the man didn't bother to observe the high class lounge. Everyone seemed to be doing good for themselves. Alver lived in his grandfather's house and was content with his life choices. Micah had a beautiful baby boy that brought him incomprehensible joy regardless of his issues. Julius was pretty well off and loved his job as a construction engineer. Genie was sure of himself, even with his skeptical glare and their short 'first' meeting. Last but never the least, there was Niles, someone Zac had recently found out was a decent actor and had a lovely fan base to show for his success.
Did Zac really allow a woman to cloud his perspective and ignore all his surroundings, including himself? He didn't want to blame Scarlet for drifting away from him. What did he have to show as a man? He had no degree, lived in a studio apartment his uncle paid off years ago, used his dead parents' car, had a lack of ambition to pursue a career in something he loved, and... the only thing he had worth talking about was his cultivating skill as a bartender. He remembered his third year English teacher encouraging him to pursue entertainment may it be acting or singing or both but at the time Scarlet was suicidal. He couldn't be selfish and leave her...
There he goes again. Thinking about her. (She left you for a guy that could take care of her. How do you expect to get anywhere if you can't even take care of yourself?) Huh. That's why he needed to do this. The only time he went through any positive leaps in his life was when he had this wonderful group of friends. No, he didn't want to use them to make him feel better about himself... not at all. Just seeing them happy with their lives would be inspiration enough to continue trudging on.
(I just want to know they're okay... and what if? What if we could be friends again?) Zac realized he was dazed out for a minute or two. Dammit. Time wasted. Turning to Niles, he brought his free hand to his hair and scratched his head, "Uh, yeah... sorry. Can we talk under better circumstances, like tomorrow? Do you have the same email or a snazzy business card?"
Taking a sip of his drink, Zac sighed, "I don't know much of what you've been up to, but from what I've heard, you're doing pretty well." His blue orbs softened the more he talked, unintentionally showing he was proud of Niles, "Um, I've been kind of... distracted, so sorry if this isn't the kind of meeting you'd want." He hinted at how he was unable to treat the actor as a fan since he would never be able to see him as some top dog he was becoming. Niles would always be Niles to Zac, even if he changed tremendously over the years.
"I shouldn't keep you... I can send you an email tonight and if I see you tomorrow, great, but if not, that's fine too. It's silly of me anyways." He gave his old friend a weak smile and though he was dying to leave, his feet stood planted on the ground until Niles responded.
See the problem isn't you, it's me I know. I can tell, I've seen it time after time and I'll push you away. | - snipped - roleplay closed - |
2,094 | 42 | 10 | 2,619 | 743 | Collab with
Julius Graham
Julius seemed to ignore Alver’s scolding, especially when he gave Zac a resounding no. A creeping frustration hit him since the albino wasn’t even willing to give the idea a chance. His emerald eyes flew to Zac’s form and noticed he wasn’t taking the rejection so kindly either. There was a subtle pain in his blue eyes. That settled it for Julius. Gulping down his massive sandwich in one fell bite, he jostled up to Alver and began to drag the taller man into the next room, a sudden ferocity gleaming in his visage. A glance back to Zac told the long-haired man to stay put, he’d take care of this.
As the two left the room, the babyface man went into a daze while staring at his coffee cup. He tried to daydream of positive things like Bubba or his twin passing with flying colors but the dreary morning only made him tired... Tiredness usually brought the worst thoughts in him. (He didn’t even… give me a chance. I know this is a pointless wish but…)
”Look, Alver… There’s more to this than just a spontaneous ‘hey, let’s get the crew back together’ crap. Zac… he really needs some support. Like really, really, REALLY needs people in his life, and it can’t just be me.” Suddenly, the blond took out his phone and held up one of his long fingers to silence the white-haired man in front of him. Going to his email, he pulled up a saved message from a month ago. ”Recently, Zac was… uh… at his all time low. I mean, this is what he sent me only a month ago.” Clearing his throat, Julius prepared his voice to do the best Zac impression he could do.
”Fuck me. I miss her, Julius… I hate myself and I just want to die. Why can’t people stay with me? I know… I’m the problem… I hate it. I hate me. I’m really drunk. And I’ve been drunk… for… I don’t remember. I’m a big pile of nothing. I’m just gonna take a knife to my wrists-” Julius teetered off, grimacing at the brutality of the next paragraph and a half. Deciding that was more than Alver needed to hear, his green orbs floated to the albino’s face and let him take all of that in.
Sighing, the muscular man ran a hand through his hair and then slipped a hand into his pocket to retrieve a surprisingly fancy business card from his wallet. ”Here. We’ll be doing something tomorrow night. Email me or call me with your decision. It would… mean the world to him if you showed up. Even if it’s just for that one night, he’ll be happy, okay?” Julius clapped a hand on to Alver’s shoulder and gave him a small smile, ensuring there were no hard feelings. With that, he turned on his heel and walked back towards the door, letting Zac know it was time to leave now with a curt hand gesture.
”Good seeing you, Al. Can’t believe you’re taller than me now!” he commented as they left the household.
As Julius stood there, applauding Zac’s performance, he noticed a blue-eyed, strawberry blonde man walk out into the open. Strangely, the quite short yet very cute worker seemed to have been driven to tears by his best buddy’s singing, something the former sports aficionado had never seen happen in public. ’I mean, Zac is good… But maybe not Celine Dion good. Not yet, anyway.’ To each their own, he supposed. Some people were just more sensitive than others.
To his side, the baristas that had left their post were finally back at work, furiously completing his order with the speed of a ravenous jaguar. However, one of the girls took a moment to glance at their manager, only to see him standing in the aisle and crying. “Micah? Do you need a tissue?” she asked in a concerned voice.
”Micah?” Julius blinked for a moment, stunned by the revelation. As if possessed by a demon, the burly man bounded towards his old comrade. In one incredible motion, both of his muscular arms embraced the tiny man and threatened to crush the life out of him from the sheer joy Julius felt. ”Look at you! You’re so little! And your eyes! They don’t weird me out anymore!”
When Luke planted a sweet kiss on the babyface-adult’s cheek, Zac couldn’t help but have a faint blush fall on his face. This kid was absolutely precious! Standing up, the long haired man kindly asked the child, “Mind if you take me to him? I’d love to tell your papa how good you’ve been to me.” As the lavender eyed boy reached for his new friend’s hand, Zac grabbed the cookie off the table and took a nice, big bite out of it. With obvious satisfaction, the man cheered, “This is delicious!”
As Zac was led to the back, his eyebrow raised when Julius went straight to the destination him and the little guy were heading towards. Things began to click when they arrived and Jules announced that the child’s father was Mikaela, while crushing him in a bear embrace.
“No way~! Micah is your father, little guy!? Oh wait… how rude of me. What’s your name, buddy?” With a serene stare, he looked at Luke. Everything made sense now. He could see his childhood friend in this delightful boy. Cute, small, and with a big, bright smile. Unable to resist, Zac ruffled the adorable son’s hair.
Julius finally dropped his old companion back onto his feet, a gleeful expression spread upon his face. In tandem, his hand reached out and tousled Micaela’s hair, while a similar scenario was happening with Zac and Luke. ”Oh right! Why we’re here! So… Zac and I had heard you worked here, and we wanted to cordially invite you to a get together we’re having tomorrow.” he jumped straight to the point. ”It’ll probably just be Zac, me, my friend Erika, and whoever else decides to show up. It’s almost Halloween, and, you know, we just need a change of pace. Especially Zac. So… Might as well invite an old friend and catch up, right?”
Before Micah could even get a word out, Julius was already pulling out a business card from his wallet. ”I know it’s sort of short notice, but here’s my card. It has my email and number on it, so let me know something by tonight!” he explained jovially.
“Yeah! We’ll give you more deets tonight! Assuming you have the same email… if not, we’ll just have to wait for your email~”
Behind him, a loud crash was heard, and a glance back at the main counter saw that one of the baristas had made an awful mess. There was coffee all over the floor and somehow it had even gotten on the ceiling. Cringing at the disaster, Julius gave his friend an apologetic stare. ”Er… I think we’ll let you get back to work.” Giving him a sportsman-like pat on his rear, the large man flew over to Zac, motioning it was time to leave. It was probably best to forget about his coffee and pastries… They’d just get a real lunch somewhere. | Full Name: Julius Kaisar Graham
Birthday
3/15
Age
29
Formula and Sexuality
Uke and Closeted Homosexual
Goal
Gaining the courage to present himself as a homosexual.
Marriage/Family/Love Life
He has been in precisely one relationship before: one with a woman who he never really felt attracted to, but he felt obligated to date a woman due to his father's constant pestering. Surprisingly, the relationship lasted three years, but his girlfriend eventually left him due to a lack of intimacy. They still remain best friends though, perhaps because she knows he's into men. Other than that, he has a single Pomeranian named Lyla.
Occupation
Construction Engineer
Appearance
6'3"
220lbs
Middleschool/Highschool Clique
Jock
Past Crush
Leave this empty until we have a full cast. Did you confess? Were you confessed to? How did that moment change you? Yes you can like the same person as someone else.
Current Crush
Leave this empty.
Are you in contact with a Rose?
He has them all added on Facebook, Twitter, etc. and messages them every now and then, even if they don't reply.
Personality
Though Julius looks nothing short of intimidating, he's a big teddy bear. He's a very happy-go-lucky man who encourages his friends to shoot for the stars and supports them the whole way. He is also quite benevolent, such as going out of his way to help his men on construction sites though he isn't required to. Many consider Julius an upstanding citizen. Despite his demeanor, he is an emotionally withdrawn man. Julius rarely talks about his past or how he feels, unless someone manages to coerce it out of him, although he encourages his circle to come to him with their problems. He vehemently denies any interest in men and acts as "manly" as his father taught him. However, he secretly finds the same sex attractive, but he is afraid of being negatively judged by others and ultimately, his dad.
Short Bio
Julius has always been under his father's thumb. Since a young boy, he was taught what a man ought to be, the distinct line between men and women, and the fire and brimstone end that awaited homosexuals. His mother was always too shy and timid, a more traditional woman, and had little to do with his upbringing. Though he originally wanted to pursue more artistic hobbies in his youth, Julius was forced to play sports, primarily basketball. While he was quite good at it, basketball was never the forefront of his interests, and time and time again he attempted to be some kind of artist. Every time he picked up a pencil to draw or write, his dad would punish him severely though. "Real mean don't do that pansy crap" was the lesson he learned and quickly abandoned any hope of becoming an artist.
He was constantly pushed into the athletic circle of friends in grade and middle school, although he did manage to make great companions outside of that clique. It was around this time that Julius began to feel an attraction to the same sex. He tried to push these feelings away, desperately wanting to please his dad. When high school came around, he was all but swamped by basketball. That was the only thing that mattered to his father: being the best player out there. Julius no longer had any free time to hang out with his old friends and they quickly lost touch, although he tried his best to keep connected somehow. By the time he graduated, he had a full scholarship to play basketball for one of the most prestigious colleges out there.
Rather than take the easy way out and earn a basic degree, Julius aimed to become an engineer. Juggling between his rigorous training schedule and school, his life became hell. He rarely had any free time, but eventually, he made it out of college alive. More than that, he was projected to be one of the top drafts for professional basketball. His father was ecstatic, finally proud to call him his son.
Indeed, Julius was the 5th drafted player and was given a considerable sum as part of his contract. Playing professional ball was surprisingly thrilling, but it came to an end rather fast. Before the start of his second season, he was seriously injured. His ACL was torn and there was no way he'd be able to return until next season. Rather than wait it out though, Julius finally found an opportunity to exit this career. It didn't take long for him to make some phone calls and find a job as a construction engineer.
Since then, he has enjoyed a rather quiet life. He is mostly content with everything right now although he does wish he could face his fear of coming out... |
2,095 | 42 | 11 | 2,181 | 13,532 | The minute Julius moved, Alver snapped his lavender gaze toward him, resuming to tense up as he neared and dragged the taller man to another room. Once they were, Alver removed himself from the blonde and gave them a comfortable distance while smoothing out his clothes. "Language." he scolded immediately when 'crap' was uttered before continuing to listen to what the beefy man had to say. The pale man opened his mouth to retort against Julius' words, but closed it as the shorter man raised a finger of silence as he pulled out his phone.
Honestly, Alver was unsure why exactly they were so determined to get him in on this plan. He was sure, that the others would be enough to comfort Zac, and were probably better company. Safer. Not dangerous... not a waste of space. Pathetic. Disgusting. A walking disaster. Abnormal. Everything he wasn't. He had his reasons to keep his distance from the small girly boy. He was safer that way. Better without him. They all were. So they should just forget him. Let him disappear amongst foggy memories. Alver thought they would by now, as it had been so long ago now.
Listening to Julius read off what apparently was Zachary's message, a soft melancholy frown crossed the tall man's ghostly face. Honestly, Zachary was still such a kid. A baby. Who needed someone to hold his hand, and now he wanted his childhood crew back to do it. He made it difficult to say 'no' when it was for his own good. Yet as much as the albino wanted to be firm in his 'no' he was finding it harder now. A part of him did want to help, take care of Zac and get him back on his feet. Alver wasn't confident he could though, but he still felt that way.
The pale man took the card, giving it a brief examination as his lavender pale gaze narrowed thoughtfully. Alver then flinched slightly when Julius raised his hand, as if preparing to be physically hit, but his childhood friend only placed it on his shoulder in the usual friendly manner. Silently looking at Julius and slightly following as he bid farewell and left with Zachary, Alver watched before shutting the door and locking it before giving a deep exasperated sigh before looking at the business card again.
There was no way he could go. Right? But it was only for one night. And it was at night time, not like he had to worry about daylight. What was he even suppose to do though? Socializing as grownups was a lot harder compared to children. Especially when attempting to comfort and show a former friend a good time. How in cucumbers was he supposed to accomplish that? Him, the least social person probably in this town? Maybe he would just sleep on it...
Giving another sigh, Alver went back to his bedroom, placing the business card on his nice stand before getting into bed. Curling up and cuddling under the covers. Staring at the ceiling thoughtfully as he pondered on what just occurred. Absently petting a grey feline that had decided to jump up and curl up beside him. Closing his eyes, he grabbed one of his other pillows and pressed it against his face as he continually tried to force himself to just go to sleep.
Darkness rolled around, and the pale man continued to lie there. Thinking. He didn't feel like working at the moment. Another sigh escaped him before he rolled out of bed and grabbed his glasses and the business card. Slipping the glasses on as he headed upstairs to his work room. Sitting at his desk, he turned on the computer. Logging into his email, he frowned as he stared at the business card before giving another deep sigh.
"It's just one night. One night. That's all. Nothing more. I can do it. Just be the mature adult that you are and entertain them to the best of your ability. Just one night. Then I can go back to being into the darkness. Miky will be there... but that's okay just be a charming mature adult like some anime prince. Or something. It'll be fine, it's been years. I can do this. Just one night.. just for the good of a past friend and to help them get on their feet a little." He murmured, unnoticing slightly hyperventilating. Taking a deep breath, he started typing and emailed Julius.
"Alright. One night only. I'll come." he typed before sending it before he quickly changed his mind.
Pausing he tried thinking of the possibilities of this night out. What in the flubber were they going to do? Glancing toward the immensely large collection of anime, the white haired man paused before standing and started browsing. Taking out certain manga books and quickly started to do 'research' to the best of his abilities. Somewhat prepare himself for tomorrow night. | Birthday
October 31st
Age
26
Formula and Sexuality
Versatile and Homosexual
Goal
To be a little more out of shell. Do what friends do. Hangout and things. Or attempt to.
Marriage/Family/Love Life
Has been in one relationship four years ago. But he shut himself in after the break up. Has a grey she-cat named Miko. His father, having died when Alver was fifteen, was a kind man. While his mother still lives working as a policewoman. Rarely home.
Occupation
Writer/Manga Artist/Artist
Appearance
Height: 7'0
Weight: 160 lb
Other prominent traits: His skin is ghostly pale, odd lavender colored eyes that occasionally change depending on the angle with the sunlight. White hair. Often wears a pair of glasses or contacts. Despite being tall, he's pretty skinny and almost looks fragile. But he can still pull off a judo move or two.
Middleschool/Highschool Clique
He's the nerdy, introvert sort of person.
Past Crush
He had a crush on Mikaela Winter during his school years. Alver felt a silent connection or familiarity towards his childhood friend. Perhaps because they both were... off in their own way. Bullied, misjudged. Alver didn't particularly have much hesitation when he figured out what he was feeling, and ended up confessing. Yet he was turned down. Heartbroken and crushed, he felt a bit bitter yet he just smiled in response. Then his father died, and the combination of grief assisted in secluding himself from everyone.
Current Crush
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Are you in contact with a Rose?
No.
Personality
Alver is sort of quiet at first, mostly because he starts out suspicious of other people due to what his parents often warned him about and his previous encounters. Due to this, he can be sarcastic, sometimes a smart-ass, and let out a bit more of his dark sarcastic humor. He's also sometimes a bit mean and bitter when it comes to people who seem to feel overly sorry for themselves. He doesn't mean to be cruel, it just comes out that way. However, he's a pretty mature, sweet and kind boy who's rather calm most of the time. Pretty level headed, and doesn't enjoy fights. He's naturally curious and adventurous and enjoys wandering about often, seeming to ignore any possible danger. Although he doesn't have a lot of social skills and finds it difficult on how to talk to others, he does want other people's company even for a little bit. Having been secluded most of his life. But he's always willing to lend a friendly ear to those who feel down, giving his own friendly advice and opinions. Quite a fatherly/brotherly figure towards those younger than him. He loves flowers, stargazing, singing and playing the piano. As well as practicing Judo his father taught him. He also likes animals. Despite his overall kind nature, he can be mischievous and enjoys teasing others and has a little bit of dark humor. Despite others not usually enjoying his presence and sometimes hating his own appearance, he has a small bit of pride in his looks and never really attempts hiding his hair anymore, even growing it out into a longer length. He also enjoys taking advantage of those who are a bit scared of him from the 'demonic, ghost, vampire' rumors.
He is however quite a bit naïve. Mostly a introvert during the day, and spending most of his time drawing or reading, he's not very good with technology or picking up certain things. He hasn't watched many movies, or adventured the internet other than strictly for work, sayings usually fly over his head, and he usually thinks his looks drive people away, so he never notices if people actually find him attractive. He's neat and organized, his house quite tidy and doesn't quite enjoy a mess. Though usually is the one who always cleans up even if the mess isn't his. Though he does enjoy wearing loose clothes as they are comfy. Likes cute things (including people).
Short Bio
On the day of Halloween, October 31st, gave birth to a boy with striking white hair and very pale white skin. Eyes a pretty light lavender color that often seemed to change color depending on where the light struck them. Sometimes lavender, sometimes a very light pale blue, and even a tinge of red people would say. His parents were quite shocked to see such a pale baby and wondered if he was just unhealthy, having never seen someone as pale as a ghost. He wasn't, the was just born with the gene of extremely rare pigments of a albino. So, his mother named him Alver, meaning "White" in Latin-American, along to fit with his last name, Rozu meaning Rose. His parents worried over his well being, as the doctors gave them proper diagnostics of possible defects of albinos, as well as studying their own research. They feared he would burn easily and wouldn't be able to see well since he had such low pigments in his eyes.
So he was quite sheltered as a child. His parents often trying to keep him indoors and away from people, in fear of others reaction. As well as not wanting their son to burn easily or hurt his eyes further. Alver however was the curious sort. He wanted to go outside, play, interact with the other children. Including going to school like everybody else. In which case, his parents relented as long as he wore a hoodie, brought a umbrella and sunglasses with him. Of course this made him look a bit more awkward.
His father died when Alver was fifteen, and his mother spends most her time working as a policewoman. Through his time in public school, he was often bullied for his looks. But he stayed around and put up with it so he could be with his friends. However, when his friendships fell apart... So did he. Unable to handle it and becoming bitter over people, he left public school to be home schooled. Shutting out the world and finding comfort in his own tiny one.
When he was fifteen year old and he was out playing by himself, he was kidnapped by a group of shady people. His parents were of course on the case and hunted them down, however, during the rescue, Son Rozu was shot in the crossfire and bled out. He lost his father that day and he blames himself for it. This was what really made him shut and push everyone away. Not wanting to put others in danger just because of how he looked. He didn't want to see someone else bleed and die in front of him like his father. Especially someone he cared about.
As a adult after his friendship broke with his childhood friends and his father's death, he more or less secluded himself from people as much as possible. Save the occasional few from work.
Other
*He has sensitive hearing and sense of smell. So he doesn't like loud places or strong smelling areas.
*He likes to play piano and sing occasionally.
*He enjoys cooking and is actually quite good at it.
*He'a a bit of a clean freak and his house is kept tidy.
*A habit of is that he takes care of others. Makes sure people are well fed, makes sure their clothes are straight, makes sure they have what they need. It's why he was taken advantage of by bullies as he'd usually 'help' them with their homework or give away his lunch. That and he his friends usually poked fun at how he could be a mother hen.
*He has a high dislike/fear of any vehicle and usually avoids using them.
*If ever he goes out in sunlight, he wears light colored clothes, sunglasses, and has a umbrella to protect himself.
*He likes cloudy or rainy days.
*He enjoys painting, and occasionally, he paints his childhood friends when they were kids.
*He's quite the dork really. Loves manga and comic books and the occasional video game. Though most he can't quite play as his eyes can't handle them very well. Most of the older games he could though.
Theme Song(s)
Pompeii by Bastille
Away From The Sun by 3 Doors Down
Answer
Coward Montblanc
(Acquaintance / Friend / Close Friend / Best Friend / Love Interest / Boyfriend-Girlfriend / Ex / Enemy)
Zachary Harper
Past and Present Relationship: Childhood Friend
"When we were kids, Harpy and Miky were pretty much the kids of the group. I remember Harpy was so adorable and looked like such a girl. It's a reason I called him Harpy. For his last name and to tease his feminine features. Still, he was a bit of a baby and I often found myself trying to baby him. He was a bit of a scatter brain though. Honestly, I swear he needed other people to take care of him. I didn't really mind when he needed attention though... Hope at least nowadays he can stand on his own."
Genie Fulton
Past and Present Relationship: Childhood Friend
"If I was the calm one, GG the Pup was the temperamental one. He could get loud and I swear you even hint at a competition, he'd jump at the chance. He even tried to beat me at painting. That was messy. We'd butt heads occasionally, but to me he was like a large dog. Lots of barking, but was loyal and cute when he wanted to be. And despite his temperament, I knew he was someone I could rely on back then."
Julius Graham
Past and Present Relationship: Childhood Friend
"Awe Teddy. Such a cute kid. Despite the big guy he was lovable like a teddy bear. Adorable in his own way, course he didn't always enjoy it when I teased him about it. Always saying he was totally manly or something. But I liked him when he showed his true colors. When I painted, he would watch me sometimes, but whenever I offered for him to try, he'd just refuse. It was a pity. I still think of him fondly even now when I paint. Thinking his cheerful self would probably brighten this lonely house."
Mikaela Winter
Past and Present Relationship: Childhood Friend/First Crush
"Miky... He had always been such a cutie. Despite being older then me, I just wanted to coddle him, protect him and make him smile. He was just so... Breathtaking is what comes to mind. It's hard to describe. When we were young, he spoke of such interesting fantasies sometimes. I wanted to paint them. Draw them. See what he saw. Course I couldn't quite replicate it, but it was nice trying. I was drawn to him unknowingly at first until we reached middle school years. Perhaps it was because his eyes were a little odd like mine... Or he was just odd as I was. So I got a little brave with some encouragement and confessed. I was rejected however. I knew that such a thing was possible, but I guess in my heart I was hoping for something straight out of a romantic book or a shounen manga. I also didn't realize how much it would hurt. And it really hurt. Cause the combination of fear, guilt, and bitterness held my heart. I was afraid I had just ruined our life long friendship. Guilty that I made Miky uncomfortable... And bitter that he didn't accept me. I knew it wasn't his fault, I did really. I hated myself for thinking that. I didn't want my friends to see the disgusting side of me. So I ran away. Like a coward and just ended up destroying my friendships. Thinking to myself 'they are better off without me. No one needs me. I'll just do what my kind does. Ghosts disappear.' So that's what I did. Disappear from their lives, letting them live them. It was fine. I'll be okay alone. Everything was better that way."
Niles Blake
Past and Present Relationship: Childhood Friend
"Coolio was a fun kid. He generally was just fun to be around. A bit silly.. Whenever we got in trouble, he was pretty much the one that talked us out of it. Then was able to laugh about it later. I had to fix his hair sometimes. It always felt he just royally messed it up. He just laughed at about anything though. It warmed the heart really."
Lucas Adolf
Past and Present Relationship: Ex-Boyfriend
"He's crude... insensitive... a jerk... and at times cruel. Yet he could show such kindness sometimes. He always had a talent at pulling my heartstrings. Guess in a way... he gave me a sense of belonging." |
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Niles hated the lounges in these sorts of places even if he often used them to duck away and escape the public eye for an hour or so. The allure of the VIP lounge was lost as soon as you were allowed in. The appeal was always the mystery of what went on behind the velvet rope and the regular sorts who would never be allowed up did like to make up little stories. They were always so obscene in nature; at the seedier night clubs the VIP lounges always had the nasty rumor of being a place where wealthy and famous people went to...unwind in whatever fashion that meant. But Niles knew the truth. All the lounges were were places where the music wasn't loud, there were actually places to sit, and the snacks were complimentary.
He arrived before Zac did and took a seat in the black lounge chair, sinking into it - they WERE quite comfortable all things considered - and sighing. He couldn't...didn't understand why Zac had come to a place like this. Niles had meant it when he said Zac didn't belong here, in this world, in this club...though perhaps he was projecting the image he had of his former friend. Once a child in Niles' mind, always a child. Time had passed. Time changes things. People change along with time. But even as he saw Zac now grown up...he still didn't believe Zac had belonged here. Was it an act? It had to have been; the guy ordered a shot, there were two reasons to order a shot: to celebrate something or to get a quick jolt of liquid courage.
Niles doubted that Zac was here to celebrate anything.
When Zac made his way upstairs, Niles paid closer attention for any obvious tells. The eyes that stared back at him flashed back to the softer side that Niles was more familiar with, the awkward pauses in his speech, the scratching of his hair, the sudden backing down...Niles was right. Zac didn't want to be here. Zac wanted to leave and Niles couldn't exactly blame him.
"Well which is it?" Niles replied back, his voice not wavering in the slightest, "You're going to email me but you don't know my email address? You wanted to talk but now you don't? You haven't heard what I've been up to but you know I'm doing well? Stop that. There's nothing more annoying than someone who doesn't know what they want." Niles didn't seem to care that his words could very well come off as rude, he had adopted the same tone he would've used against a director of an episode who didn't know what lens to use or how to shoot a scene.
"You wanted to talk to me for some reason. So do it. Talk. Talk or walk, doesn't matter to me." One way or another, Niles wanted to get to the end of this trip down memory lane. | Niles Blake || 28 || Homosexual, Seme
"Whispered something in your ear. It was a perverted thing to say, but I said it anyway. Made you smile and look away..."
Birthday
September Twenty Second
Goal
To see if it's true what they say...that you can't go back again...and in so doing making amends with the past, in whatever capacity that comes in.
Marriage/Family/Love Life
One would have to define relationships first to determine how many Niles has been in. He's been spotted at high profile events but never with his arms around anyone...though that could well be because he knows how to slip out of a crowd arm-in-arm with someone for an hour or two. His relationships, the ones that last longer than a few fun filled weeks and nights, tend to not last more than a handful of months. No pets to be had and the only remaining family he cares to consider is his younger sister, currently slaving away in art school.
Occupation
Star of the Small Screen; Actor noted for his role on a moderately successful police procedural.
Appearance
5'10"
139 lbs
He once had a tattoo but had it removed and the scar still lingers, leaving a burn mark on his left shoulder blade. His eyes are a muddy brown, but are anything but dim. The only time he's been seen with facial hair is when his role(s) demand it, otherwise he's as clean cut as one could imagine. His hair, a natural brown, wasn't always so perfectly maintained and straight, and some people remember when Niles had permanent bedhead no matter what he tried.
Middleschool/Highschool Clique
Niles was one of the band kids. He made first chair cello because he was the only cello player in his year.
Past Crush
Current Crush
Are you in contact with a Rose?
Possibly Not
Personality
Niles is a bit of a smooth talker, quick with a joke and even quicker with an expression of genuine interest. And that's him when the camera isn't running and he isn't spouting far-too-clever lines at a way-too-quick pace. Despite not quite yet being in his thirties, Niles acts as if he's that cool older relative everyone looked up to and loved having over for family events. At least, that's how he presents himself to the ever discerning public eye. Rumors surround him, from co-stars mentioning how much of a perfectionist he is, (to the point where an extra was said to have fled the set in tears after being scolded by Niles) and how he believes that he knows better than the directors or people in charge.
Niles positions himself in a power position, making it clear from day one that anything he's involved in will eventually move along according to his own pacing and design. Which, on the plus side, makes him the consummate professional but then does make him hard to work with and even harder to like.
And still, despite that, Niles' natural (or seemingly natural) charisma and presence has served him well in his private life. Many claim to have been picked up by Niles but given how the details of his private life (including even his sexual orientation) are just that, private, no one quite knows who is in the know. But Niles has gone on the record on a late night talk show that things are 'going well' in regards to his romantic life.
He's not in the closet personally. Just professionally.
Short Bio
Niles Blake only ever wanted one thing growing up and it was as shallow a want as any other child's. Niles wanted to be cool. But of course, that never seemed to be a possibility. He wanted a bass. He was given cello lessons. He wanted to style his hair after the people in magazines. He came to school once with what could generously be called 'bucket hair'. To his credit, he kept a positive attitude towards his misgivings, mishaps, and overall aura as a well meaning but misinformed dweeb. It helped that he was a naturally funny person, able to shrug off the embarrassments and turn them into endearing stories to be retold and recalled at a reunion years down the line.
His parents had a rather amicable divorce when he was near about half finished with high school and his little sister, Becky, was just starting. It was as simple a matter as both mother and father realizing that they didn't love each other and thought it would be better to just...see other people. Niles saw it as his responsibility to watch out for Becky, but realized it would be difficult with him going away after his own brush with what could be considered a 'divorce' of sorts and eventually onto secondary education. Still, the funny, kind of dweebish band kid was always watchful towards those who got close with his sister, which only made things tense between the siblings. Becky just wanted a fun high school life, to make mistakes and such.
Niles' life relationships, mainly his familial but even his younger friendly ones, all seemed to be breaking apart which, of course, affected the young Niles. He's since patched things up with Becky (paying for her art school goes a long way) but his lack of meaningful relationships has not gone unnoticed.
Rebecca Blake is currently in art school. She operates her own art blog where she takes commissions. Wants to become an animator. |
2,097 | 42 | 13 | 66 | 1,312 | It took a second after his coworker asked if he needed a tissue before he got back to reality. "N-No, I'm alright... Sorry, don't know wh-"
Ow... The childhood friend Mikaela had unconsciously avoided came in and started to crush him with a huge hug. There weren't many people that were so big and strong in Micah's life so he hadn't gotten a hug like this in a while. Had... Had Mikaela ever been hugged like this? Hank gave him a slap on the back or a side hug, but nothing like this. Oh dear, he was getting teary-eyed all over again.
His eyes weirded Julius out, that was a little unsettling. His eyes showed off, let everyone know, that he was a freak, so a tiny prickle of pain slipped through his chest. He knew that the blonde didn't mean anything by it, but the traumatic experiences he had had because of his eyes were still plaguing him.
Luke took Zac's hand, his face slipping into a huge goofy grin and his eyes scanning the counter for his Papa. He really wanted Papa to meet this new pretty person! He hurried on his tiny legs to the back, slipping through the crowd of people that were starting to go back to their coffee and desserts. The barista- what was her name again? -Called his Papa's name so he pivoted towards that direction. Who was that hugging his dad? The guy seemed almost like a giant bear and he kinda scared Luke a little.
Zac was saying something about knowing Papa, it sounded like they were friends, but Mikaela had never talked about either of the two men. Luke's hair was suddenly ruffled and his head tingled from Zac's touch. "L-Luke, my name is Luke."
Okay, on the ground now. That meant he was supposed to focus, get out of his brain and get back to reality again. Zac was here and Julius, his two brothers! "It's been a really long time..." He said, embarrassed as he remembered he had never said goodbye. His hair was suddenly tousled, which actually did happen a lot. If he had been anything like his mother, he would have gone into a hissy fit for his hairdo would have been messed up. But Micah's hair already did whatever it wanted, so whatever.
Tomorrow night, he didn't have work, it seemed like fate. He would probably need to find someone to take care of Luke for the night, it wouldn't be a good idea for such a young boy to be out so late. Luke would already be out 'til at least ten for Halloween. With only Zac, Julius, and a few other... this wouldn't be that bad. Mikaela smiled, thinking that hey, a good catch up would be great!
When had Julius even gotten a hold of his wallet? It wasn't like he kept much money on him in the first place, the new Julius must have secretly been somewhat cunning. Mikaela did have a new email, he had done everything he could to separate from his life back in the Winter house. "Uh, okay, I'll send you a message the-"
It didn't seem like anything important was happening, so life decided to give him a slap on the back. One of the baristas slipped on the flour that hadn't been swept up from that mornings baking and she dropped everything she was holding. How would he get the coffee off the ceiling... Micah's face went pale. With the somewhat sneaky pat on the butt, Julius and Zac hightailed it out of there.
Luke pouted, Zac and that somewhat forward big guy were leaving, "I hope to meet again soon!"
Mikaela's cheeks puffed out as he watched the blonde leave. The manager didn't even know how to react to something like that. Luckily, the baristas hadn't seen the move, having been so busy cleaning up, or they would have teased the poor father 'til his face never stopped blushing.
Don't dwell on it... Micah had to get back to work. He ruffled Luke's hair passing him and called for all the employees to keep working and he would clean it up. | Name
Mikaela Winter
Nickname
Micah
Birthday
November 7th
Age
29
Formula and Sexuality
Uke II Heterosexual turned bisexual
Goal
Be able to support his son and give him the life he deserves. To be able to connect with his true "family" again.
Family
(Third person POV from his father's perspective)
The Winter Family is known for being one of the most prestigious families of Willow Valley. They only had one boy they named Mikaela after the boy's great grandfather. His father never really approved of him, and did everything to kick that unpredictable imagination out of him and groom him into the successor he was meant to be. During middle school, this behavior got worse, his son was mixing up fantasy and reality. Thinking that these would be his last free years, his father let him be on his own.
Once Mikaela arrived in high school, work was to be done. He had private tutors that would make him work all the hours of the night after school. He was always made to be in the top three places in school. Someone was influencing the successor, his grades were dropping drastically, he would shut himself into his room after school. He came home one day with cuts all over his face... His father immediately sent him to a boarding school. His heir would not be so weak! After two years of schooling, Mikaela pleaded with his father to let him come home, be with his mother who was having arthritis, gaining the proper social skills of an adult. Mikaela was allowed to go to a public college.
There he met Emily, his forbidden love. His father tried to reason with his successor, the vixen was praying on his weak son. Finally, his father threw him out, disowning him.
Once his wife was out of the picture. Mikaela's father did reach out a hand to his dreadful son, saying he would forget the past and adopt Luke, but Mikaela refused.
Marriage/Love
During college, Mikaela met a girl named Emily that was his only hope in the world. His angel was just a normal college girl that could never be accepted by his parents. Mikaela was disowned from the family, but he didn't care. Mikaela was married for a short period of three years from when he was 22 to 26, but his wife died 3 years ago. Emily had been suffering from a hereditary heart disease since she was young and passed away with no other family. He had one baby boy named Luke.
Mikaela never did have any other relationship besides his marriage. There was a time in middle school... But that never did go anywhere.
His son was born with lighter lavender eyes that came from his father and blonde hair. Luke has a habit of milking his cuteness, but always ends up taking care of his papa. Luke is exceptional at cleaning and housework, more of the time taking care of his dad than the other way around.
Occupation
During the daytime he works as the manager for a small bar/coffee shop. At night he works as a waiter at his friend's high-class restaurant "Tonnelli's Italian Cuisine Restaurant." His sweet old lady neighbor Jocelyn takes care of his son while he's out at night.
At his coffee shop job he wears contacts that make his eye color blue. He leaves them off for his waiter job in order to get extra tips.
Sometimes he would make up some inventions he would use around the shop. He was a decent gadget handy man as well.
Appearance
At the height of 5'4" he's a bit on the short side. He tries his best to keep the average weight of 125, but his weight is always lowering due to his high metabolism. The thing that stands out most about his appearance is his two different colored eyes. His right eye is a mint green, while his left is a deep lavender. he also has a burn scar on his left leg when he saved Luke from dropping a pot of boiling water on his head. He has strawberry blonde hair that is sickeningly straight and he usually leaves it to its own devices.
Style: Not really being the fashionable type, Mikaela usually wore whatever his father ordered him to wear. All of his fantasies were kept in his head. He always had the baby face of his. Some people wondered if he ever did go through puberty in the first place, it seemed like he only grew taller and that was it. His voice changed seemed to be gradual and no one could really notice when it came to his normal voice now.
Middleschool Clique
"The one everyone leaves alone."
Mikaela was the kind of person that was always staring off into space and caught in a day dream. In his earlier years of middle school, he was bullied a lot. He kept it a secret from the people around him and slowly all the bullies grew tired of him. The girls at school liked him for his mysterious look, but would leave him alone when they found out he would either talk for days about what he was thinking of, or just ignore them caught in some other delusion. He was always working on some kind of trinket that no one could understand.
Highschool Clique
"The Freak"
It wasn't until high school that he met Jonah. No one had really gotten that psychological and that cruel when they bullied him in middle school. The teenager seemed to always have this sweet happy smile on his face, appearing to others as a good friend of Mikaela's. There were quite a bunch of misunderstandings with it. He would label Micah as a freak, someone that only had the purpose to disgust people. He might grow up to have money, but he'd just become the puppet with his father pulling the strings. Jonah wrecked at his mental state more and more. Mikaela became so withdrawn from reality it messed with his health. Was that a dragon peeking from around the corner? Did the walls just start to close in? Day in and day out was a terror.
It was one day when Micah was so out of touch with reality he was unresponsive to Jonah. Getting angrier and angrier, the sadistic bully carved light lines into the other's face. It stung a little, but his words as he sliced him cut far deeper. When Mikaela came home, his father shipped him off to boarding school.
He gained more confidence during those years. Mikaela realized he didn't want to carry on his father's legacy. He would do everything to make his father happy... then slip out right from under him.
Past Crush
He had a deep crush on Genie that he could never explain. Yes, there was no way he could like another man! But... this was Genie... All the boys might have caught on to his affection, but he never did confess.
When they were in middle school, Alver confessed to him. Mikaela didn't know what to do. He had been caught at one point reading something with suggested homosexual tendencies. The boy... he had been locked in the closet all night after that. He wasn't gay! That wouldn't happen... Not as long as he lived under that household. Mikaela did his best to soften the blow of his rejection, but it didn't seem to work.
Current Crush
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Are you in contact with a Rose?
No
Personality
The boy always seems to be thinking up some new kind of fantasy as a kid. Before he met his childhood friends, he would spend hours staring at the wall and dreaming up new fantasies. He is a lazy bum who can't seem to clean anything right. He was diagnosed with ADHD as a child, but when he is able to focus enough, he's able to cook well.
Mikaela loves being around people who all care for each other, they help bring his fantasies to reality. He may not show it, but smiles are all he wants to give other people. He also sees the world a lot differently from other people. Each different sound has a shade of color, and there are all beautiful. He always believed that Zac's blue voice was the prettiest though.
Mikaela may seem distant to you now. When he talks to people, he puts on a facade of being super happy, keeping a save emotional distance between the two of you. If he doesn't try hard enough, he usually keeps a straight face all the time, and that creeps people out.
Because of his time in high school, he does his best to distance himself. Micah doesn't want people to find out about his fantasies, he doesn't want to call him strange or a freak.
He has a son to take care of. Luke and his friend Hank are the only ones around him that know about his daydreaming. Since he isn't good at housework, his son picks up the slack, he's usually taking a nap at home or playing with his son.
Short Bio
Mikaela never seemed to be fit for the heir to the Winter family. His eyes seemed to be two different colors and he was always off in his own world. His father thought of him as weak and would force him to study all the time. Micah didn't care too much about that, since studying wasn't that bad, whenever he wasn't studying, he was off in his fantasies. In his family, no one knew his true emotions, because he was so bad at showing them on his face.
But then he met his first friends, the ones he actually called his family. They all seemed to be younger than him, but they unconsciously taught him how to express himself. He would laugh and play like a normal boy, which his parents had never seen before. Mikaela's favorite place was the club house, that was the only place he would ever go to when he final felt the pressures of his family.
But... Everyone left. He couldn't handle the stress of rejecting Alver, the one he thought of as his "family's" mother. Mikaela realized what he was leaving, but he just couldn't handle it. His fantasies were his only company after that.
After the intense bullying from Jonah, Mikaela was shipped off to boarding school. There was no way he could leave everything he'd known just to be under his father's thumb. If he had learned anything from Jonah, it was that he was going to turn into the puppet if he didn't do anything.
Mikaela convinced his parents to let him go back to college in Willow Valley. There he was able to not be the most popular, but not be the loner either. He was able to meet Hank his freshman year and start his first proper friendship in forever. Jonah didn't go to his college so he didn't have any influence there.
His second year... he met Emily. His beautiful angel, the one he hoped to spend his life with. They did everything together. Micah decided to marry her the first chance he got. But his parents said no way. Mikaela was the heir, he was to have an arranged marriage and take over the family business... but he fought back full force. His father got so pissed that he disowned his own son, not caring that he wouldn't have an heir anymore.
Those next few years seemed to be his happiest after his childhood memories. They didn't have much money, but they made due and had a son right away. Luke was a reincarnation of his mother... but that must have been why she died from a heart attack. Mikaela was able to bounce back out of his depression because of Luke. He was able to stay firm and not let his parents take Luke away from him.
To support his son, Mikaela worked extra hours as a waiter at a rather high-class restaurant. He devoted his life completely to his son...
Jonah was back. He had gone and gotten a master's degree from his college and came back just to torture Micah. He came around now and again to wreck at Mikaela's mental state. He never did really fight back against Jonah, the only times he did was when Jonah said things about Luke.
Jonah... the man came by one night while Luke was at a sleepover. He was outrageously drunk and overpowered Mikaela, raping him and sprouting insults left and right. Even Jonah felt a little bit bad about that when he woke up, so he paid Mikaela a hefty amount of money to keep him quiet and half-seriously joked about them doing it again every so often. |
2,098 | 42 | 14 | 1,435 | 3,655 | You were the best thing to happen to me, a long time ago in my past. I faced all my fears and I burned bridges down, then I tried to go back...
Niles didn't make this easier. No, somehow he made this experience more agonizing than Zac was mentally prepared for. Cringing at the bluntness, Zac stared at the moving lips as they pointed out the flaws in his poor attempt. The grip he had on his drink tightened, but not once did he look away, no matter how fearful he was. The person he was afraid of meeting the most today was Niles... for more than just a simple reason. There may have been a contradictory hope of not finding him this lovely Thursday night. A scenario where Zac just stayed at the bar, got drunk, and Gabby took him home... but then that would mean, Zac didn't try. If he gave up, he would have felt even worse than hearing these sharp words. At least Niles was being honest and this pain was nothing like what the long-haired boy experienced in the past.
The chocolate eyes never turned away from the man child. Deep seated feelings that only good would prevail was something Zac had to constantly tell himself. His protective guard was crumbling as the hammer kept smashing into the poorly renovated wall he tried to create to protect him from all this torment. His shaken heart ached, but he didn't want to be seen as someone so weak even if his thoughts told him otherwise. Perhaps that is why Scarlet left him? A woman of her stature needed a powerful, confident man, someone who could stand tall and guide her through the creeping darkness of the world.
The voice came to a halt. Taking a deep breath in, Zac went to a sofa right next to Niles' chair and gently sat himself down. Placing his drink on a side table, he clasped his hands together and let his right thumb subconsciously rub his left. The couches were rather comfortable but Zac didn't want to think about anything but the matter at hand. Sitting down was for the sake of keeping himself stable. At this rate, Niles' words were going to make the young man collapse.
(You can do it... just be honest.)
His blue orbs became distant as he spoke the racing thoughts in his mind, "Do you ever wonder if you could turn back time? Rewrite your life so it wouldn't turn out so... painful. I can't help but find myself drifting further and further away from reality because... it hurts so much." Unintentionally, tears began to trail down his cheeks, his attention was no longer toward his old friend but locked inside the dark abyss that held all his memories, "I don't want any of you to feel like you need to take care of me. I just need one moment, only a moment, where things seem different. Lying to myself that nothing is falling apart. My plan is not the brightest but... you guys made me feel like I..." Covering his face with his hands, he just let the stream spill out. His voice became muffled by doing so.
"...could take on this godforsaken place... I haven't changed and you saw right through me, didn't you? I'm still selfish. I'm still hopeless. I'm still..." Zac couldn't help but choke on his words.
(Fuck me. Stop it. Stop crying. This is ugly.) Stopping his tears from making him look more of a fool, Zac wiped his face and brought his stare back to Niles, "All I'm asking is one night of your time tomorrow." He wanted to go home and drown himself in his bath tub. This... this display probably lost all chances at convincing Niles to come. He didn't need to put up with this. None of them did. Why was it so hard to be strong?
(Runaway, you know you want to. Why change now?) Standing up once more, leaving his drink on the table, Zac tried to figure out words of retreat, but no more words could escape his quivering lips. He was terrified of the backlash. It wasn't like Niles cared if Zac stayed or not, he said it himself...
(But why can't my feet move...)
You call the shots this time, I'll take the blame well deserved. I'd die to keep you from pain. You knew me better than anyone else, it's a shame. | - snipped - roleplay closed - |
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There was initially one immediate thought when Zac sat down and Niles saw the watery formation in the corner of his former friend's eyes, and that thought came with a quick trip back in time, to numerous moments as a child when Niles was a bit of a dweeb playing at being cool like all the popular people on the television. In those days, how often did Niles see Zac with tears, and how often did it fall to Niles to repeat some seemingly profound line he had heard; empty platitudes that sounded cool and helpful. But every time it seemed to work, as far as Niles remembered. Every time Zac came to him crying, Niles was quick to turn the frown into a right-side up position.
And now, years later, how little things changed. Zac put on a brave face initially, but Niles was around people who were paid to put on brave faces. He could tell when someone was acting, when someone was uncomfortable, when someone was lying, not just to another person, but to themselves. And after a hard sigh and an internal question (Is this my fault?) Niles ran his index finger and thumb from opposite sides of his temple to the center.
Niles could not think of anything he wanted to do less than dig up what had long been buried: old wounds. Everyone had moved on. Except for Zac, clearly. Well, Niles had moved on. He wasn't in a band or the symphony orchestra, but he was cool, or at least played cool really well every Thursday night at prime time. The old days were over, and no amount of wishing or hoping would bring them back.
And yet, as he saw Zac cry, Niles couldn't help but to feel that deep rooted twinge of nostalgia. Once more it fell to him to make things right, to cheer up the little kid; only this time Niles doubted regurgitating someone else's dialog would do the trick. One night. One night. Tomorrow he had made planes with Chelsea to be her wingman on her ever present quest for passion...but she would understand. She might even invite herself along...but that's what clever little lies were for.
"One night," Niles finally spoke with another deep sigh, not wanting to reveal how much of a bad idea he thought this was, "That's it. One night. And I reserve the right to leave whenever I want." Niles had every intention of leaving an hour or so in, fulfilling the obligation of making an appearance. "Just tell me where, I'll figure the rest out."
Niles had a hunch that he would regret this. But old habits, or at least old memories, have a tendency to show up when you least expect. | Niles Blake || 28 || Homosexual, Seme
"Whispered something in your ear. It was a perverted thing to say, but I said it anyway. Made you smile and look away..."
Birthday
September Twenty Second
Goal
To see if it's true what they say...that you can't go back again...and in so doing making amends with the past, in whatever capacity that comes in.
Marriage/Family/Love Life
One would have to define relationships first to determine how many Niles has been in. He's been spotted at high profile events but never with his arms around anyone...though that could well be because he knows how to slip out of a crowd arm-in-arm with someone for an hour or two. His relationships, the ones that last longer than a few fun filled weeks and nights, tend to not last more than a handful of months. No pets to be had and the only remaining family he cares to consider is his younger sister, currently slaving away in art school.
Occupation
Star of the Small Screen; Actor noted for his role on a moderately successful police procedural.
Appearance
5'10"
139 lbs
He once had a tattoo but had it removed and the scar still lingers, leaving a burn mark on his left shoulder blade. His eyes are a muddy brown, but are anything but dim. The only time he's been seen with facial hair is when his role(s) demand it, otherwise he's as clean cut as one could imagine. His hair, a natural brown, wasn't always so perfectly maintained and straight, and some people remember when Niles had permanent bedhead no matter what he tried.
Middleschool/Highschool Clique
Niles was one of the band kids. He made first chair cello because he was the only cello player in his year.
Past Crush
Current Crush
Are you in contact with a Rose?
Possibly Not
Personality
Niles is a bit of a smooth talker, quick with a joke and even quicker with an expression of genuine interest. And that's him when the camera isn't running and he isn't spouting far-too-clever lines at a way-too-quick pace. Despite not quite yet being in his thirties, Niles acts as if he's that cool older relative everyone looked up to and loved having over for family events. At least, that's how he presents himself to the ever discerning public eye. Rumors surround him, from co-stars mentioning how much of a perfectionist he is, (to the point where an extra was said to have fled the set in tears after being scolded by Niles) and how he believes that he knows better than the directors or people in charge.
Niles positions himself in a power position, making it clear from day one that anything he's involved in will eventually move along according to his own pacing and design. Which, on the plus side, makes him the consummate professional but then does make him hard to work with and even harder to like.
And still, despite that, Niles' natural (or seemingly natural) charisma and presence has served him well in his private life. Many claim to have been picked up by Niles but given how the details of his private life (including even his sexual orientation) are just that, private, no one quite knows who is in the know. But Niles has gone on the record on a late night talk show that things are 'going well' in regards to his romantic life.
He's not in the closet personally. Just professionally.
Short Bio
Niles Blake only ever wanted one thing growing up and it was as shallow a want as any other child's. Niles wanted to be cool. But of course, that never seemed to be a possibility. He wanted a bass. He was given cello lessons. He wanted to style his hair after the people in magazines. He came to school once with what could generously be called 'bucket hair'. To his credit, he kept a positive attitude towards his misgivings, mishaps, and overall aura as a well meaning but misinformed dweeb. It helped that he was a naturally funny person, able to shrug off the embarrassments and turn them into endearing stories to be retold and recalled at a reunion years down the line.
His parents had a rather amicable divorce when he was near about half finished with high school and his little sister, Becky, was just starting. It was as simple a matter as both mother and father realizing that they didn't love each other and thought it would be better to just...see other people. Niles saw it as his responsibility to watch out for Becky, but realized it would be difficult with him going away after his own brush with what could be considered a 'divorce' of sorts and eventually onto secondary education. Still, the funny, kind of dweebish band kid was always watchful towards those who got close with his sister, which only made things tense between the siblings. Becky just wanted a fun high school life, to make mistakes and such.
Niles' life relationships, mainly his familial but even his younger friendly ones, all seemed to be breaking apart which, of course, affected the young Niles. He's since patched things up with Becky (paying for her art school goes a long way) but his lack of meaningful relationships has not gone unnoticed.
Rebecca Blake is currently in art school. She operates her own art blog where she takes commissions. Wants to become an animator. |
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